I aimed the white billiard ball with a cigarette stick between my pursed lips, using the lifted cigarette like a front sight. Then, I hit it so hard that it flew and hit a man's dick from the adjacent table.
"HAHAHAHA!"
"I'm sorry! So sorry." Pollen apologized for nothing necessary.
I wondered if anyone had tried stuffing a chain of pool balls into their butt like anal ball plugs. The staff emptied our ashtray and cleared our tables again, because I'd smoked half a pack of cigarettes and drunk fifteen beers in two hours, and two hours of pool were getting boring.
"Pollen, why do you always call yourself big sis around me when you aren't even finished with high school?" I asked.
"Pfft, hahahaha!!"
What was this bitch laughing about? Did she like me? Was that why she played the mysterious, hard-to-penetrate role?
"I... I like to fool around like you. Sorry about that."
"Bitch! Well, I lost. You're too good at pool."
"You've changed a lot, huh? You would say, 'you can go fuck my dad as a reward for winning,' or something like that." Was she suggesting?
"Well, Ezra... Heh heh…" I blushed. "He… He doesn't want me to say…sexual stuff."
"Awwwwww~"
"Also, I realized the author didn't specify which country we're in."
(You're in China. You're all Chinese.)
"DANG IT WHY CLARIFY THAT SO LATE THAT COULD HAVE EXPLAINED SO MANY!! I'LL STICK MY ARM UP YOUR ASS TO YOUR MOUTH AND UP YOUR ASS AGAIN!!"
A child walked in with his brother or dad or male hooker or human trafficker. He probably came for hookers, as half of the pool tables stood with mistresses.
(The ladies are just there to accompany those who come alone.)
"Yeah, right. Even you don't believe it. That's why you created me. If they aren't prostitutes, then why are they wearing skimpy skirts and jeans? Give them a little more money and they'll leave the store for a motel with you."
That man who came in with him wasn't with him? Oh! Then, he was here to get rid of his virginity for sure!! Coincidentally, he came to the table beside ours.
He whistled at Pollen...
...
"How old are you?" Pollen knitted her brows hard that even her baby-butt-like smooth skin made wrinkles.
"Ah? Eleven. What?" The kid said carelessly.
"Hahaha! This kid is a bit too normal, uh…"
"Fucking brat." Pollen glowered with a hoarse baritone and grabbed the triangle rack. I'd seen her mad twice, and both could scare erected dicks flaccid.
"Wow, so fucking tall." This eleven-year-old spoke curse words as easily as a thirty-year-old marrying someone with impotence.
"Yep, and my lengthy fingers are twice as long as your puny dick." I wiggled my pinkie.
"Ho ho!" The kid laughed and lit a cigarette. "Whore."
...
I laughed for no more than two seconds, because Pollen's face darkened. From aiming at the white ball among the billiard balls, her eyes stayed on the balls as she raised slowly; her chin lowered. Then, her eyes that usually curved with her smile turned round like the black billiard ball that reflected light.
In hindsight, both times that Pollen got angry were because she was sexually harassed. Wel… Well…some girls weren't slutty, so it was normal for her to act like that, too… God, her side-eye that disdained downward at the boy was like how I disdained people in AA meetings.
The boy acted carelessly to continue the conversation, but he just felt awkward saying or hearing about the subject that he thought he was ready for.
A staff brought a mistress over to the boy's table.
"Hello."
The boy didn't greet her back. Instead, he broke the fifteen balls with the cigarette in his mouth. Then, he flung his hand at her without looking.
"Motherfucker thinks he looks soooo cool?" I would love to laugh so hard that he would kill himself because he has nightmares of my laugh. However, Pollen's gawk was clogging my mouth like a native and authentic twelve-inch African black cock.
The mistress was used to having rude customers, even a little child like him. Since hypocritical men thought their desire was to only stand beside pretty girls like her, she didn't even need to smile at her customers.
That's Mainland China's billiard halls for you, boys~ You'll come in and leave with sexual disability, only Chinese men would be satisfied.
"Seriously, grope her ass already. Not asking for anything from a mistress is so not normal." Me.
"Ho! A kid! I bet he's not passing the smoke through his lungs." A stranger.
"Nah, he probably is. Children these days do that." Another stranger.
The hall couldn't sell him alcohol, but they didn't care when he brought his own cigarettes.
Cartoons were banned because minor characters were in love. Songs were banned because curse words were used. But, they allowed children to fuck and smoke.
If the government says it's normal, then I know it is normal!
"Craycray..." Pollen was still staring at the boy.
"Sup, babe?"
"A kid like that is normal?"
"Ye... Yes?" My cold sweat beside my tired eyes didn't dare move.
"It's also normal to punish a kid like that, right?"
"...Yes!" If she'd said that earlier, then I wouldn't be tired at all!
Pollen jerked toward the boy and grabbed him by the back collar, dragging him so that his two feet couldn't coordinate.
"What the hell!?" The boy was sloppier than a sex doll. "The fuck are you doing!?"
The mistress was shocked, but didn't do anything. The other customers were shocked, but didn't do anything. The staff saw and came to stop Pollen, while I grabbed the mistress's ass like crushing a tomato that I fed hogs.
"The men are pussies to ask for more. You're lucky that your job is so easy," I said, and jogged to Pollen.
"I'm going to speak with his parents." Pollen's brows formed a greater-than sign.
"Sorry, miss. We can't—"
"If I tell my dad, you're done for!!" The worst thing the boy could've said.
...
"Oh? And do you know who my mother is?"
I could swear... Pollen's eyes glowed. The boy was a dwarf, and Pollen was a mountain whose cave he could never mine. She looked down on him almost vertically.
"Craycray, can you wait downstairs for me?" Abruptly, her grim aura evaporated as she smiled tenderly at me.
"I want to stay, though," I said.
"Sorry, Craycray. I will make sure that you have enough fun today, alright?"
"Hmmmm... Alright..."
Suppose she wanted to convince the staff that we would drag the boy into an alley and rape and beat him and rip his clothes off and tie him on the street and write "free dildo" on his abdomen with an arrow pointing downward, then all we needed to do was to use my large one hand to grab his head like a basketball and dribble my way around the staff.
I waited outside for five minutes while sucking on two cigarettes before seeing the boy tumbling and your teacher with the worst temper, aka Polle, dragging him.
"Where should we go?"
"I'm sorry..." The boy was crying. He should use that amount of tears to drown his irresponsible parents. But I wondered what Pollen told the staff.
On our way, passers-by witnessed the wailing child absolutely unwillingly being dragged by a furious big titty girl with rebellious blue inner dye. No one stopped her. Some didn't even choose to look.
A lawyer once questioned, "You didn't knock this old lady down, why did you help her up?" The kind young man carried the old lady to a hospital after finding her on the floor, but the old lady framed him for money.
Good-old everyday scams, ey? But that lawyer, HAHAHAHA")*&%/@#é&!! China's morals had degraded after thousands of years of education, as reflection of his one sentence.
We ended up in an alley between craggy walls, outdoor units, and barred windows. Pollen didn't wait a second to punch the kid to the floor.
...
Wait, I wasn't expecting her to actually hit a middle schooler. That was immoral! That was bullying!! That was…
"Normal..." My grin cracked to my cheeks as I used the child's forearm to extinguish my cigarettes.
"AHHHHH!!"
"Uh, Craycray, we don't want to leave scars." Pollen got soft? How abnormal.
"Emmm, no. This is fun~"
"Hm, I guess?" What was Pollen thinking? She lit three cigarettes and placed the cigarette holders before his mouth. "You wish to be mature, huh? Smoke these."
He bawled.
"Stop crying..." She kicked him in the abdomen. "Or I'll burn your neck with these!!"
"Sorry!! Sorry!!!" Not even a "please," or other words. Children are children. They only know the word "sorry" when they do something wrong.
"Why do you smoke anyway?"
"Sorry!"
"Answer the question, dumbass!" I added another kick and finally shut him up.
Pollen flinched at my full strength because she pulled her strength earlier. Aya, that was why she couldn't get her message to the boy.
"My... My classmates smoke."
"All those eleven-year-olds!? AHAHAHHAHA/(&çä%+(/)"
"Do you think they'll continue smoking if children who smoke get beaten?"
He shook his head.
"Well, then, I used to agree with Westerners' shit talk about China's extreme parental education. Now, you've confirmed it for me. I would beat my kids to death if they smoked."
"Sorry..."
Then, Pollen threw the cigarettes to the floor.
"WHY!?!?" I promptly collected the dirty cigarettes. They died. Why? This kid should die rather than these three poor little cigarettes!
"Aw, sorry..." Pollen knew I hated wasting. "Ey?"
"…Now, that ain't fair, isn't it!?" I strode to the kid and punched out his last deciduous teeth.
"Craycray! That's enough!!" Pollen couldn't pull my heft away even when she locked my shoulders through my armpits. "He'd learned his lesson!!"
"You started it!"
"I'm content now." She was too easy to satisfy. "I miscalculated. I thought she would at least hold back at a child!"
"It's not your fault, kid!" I stomped on his head. "It's only normal for actions to pay or receive! Children should only learn, and that's what you're doing!!"
"Craycray!! You're going to leave internal injuries in him!!!"
Last generation's parents reported every children's book or cartoon because they contained a tiny bit of mature content, such as lips touching, stealing friends' belongings, or a punch at the villainous character. Today's generation's parents weren't ready to become parents, but they couldn't control their lustful desire.
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDOOOOMMMM!!!
Those born in the 21st century believes freedom is everything, so they give their children freedom. Now, we have middle schoolers pregnant after middle school orgy parties. We have three middle school boys ripping off girls' clothes in the school's male bathroom.
If the law didn't care, if the law banned those artworks that used wrong examples to spread correct meanings, then it must be normal, because the law is normal!
"Call your parents here, and I'll rape your dad and break your mom's back!"
"Craycray! You're gonna give him permanent trauma!!"
...
Pollen saw my utterly open eyes and mouth as I turned to her. She swallowed, quivered, and stepped back a step while the kid was hugging his own body and hemming.
"Permanent trauma? Even Pollen can't say those two words to me…" I forwarded a step as she took another back. I leveled my palms at her neck. "Why do you think people have traumas? The world isn't sick. Everyone is just fucking stupid."
"I'm sorry...Craycray..."
"I'm joking. I ain't strangling you."
"..."
"The child isn't sick. Their parents aren't sick. The law isn't sick. It's all…" I turned around and walked to the boy again. "…Just normal."
I stripped the kid's pants off and told Pollen to burn them.
"You desire to grow up, don't you?"
"Ahhh!! I'm sorry!!" He kicked.
"Don't need to apologize~" So I grabbed his ankle and lifted him like a rat with its lower half skinned alive. I would like to skin the kid, though. "I'll give you the time of your life.
"Um..." Was Pollen regretting what she started? How bizarre.
"Wait a second?" I saw his penis. "AHAHAHAHA!!! That's so tiny!! I know you're eleven, but that's barely visible! HAHAHA!!!"
The boy's tears wetted his hair. He couldn't struggle upside down.
"All middle schoolers are fucking. All middle schoolers are smoking. Alcohol is just water for you, huh? It's not even for me." I split his legs before realizing that I must take off my pants, too. "Don't think of this as rape. Just think of this as your usual sex~"
...
Because Pollen was dragging and pulling me, people noticed and actually called the police. I thought they would just watch or join the fun.
The female police inspector, whom I learned was Pollen's mother, took Pollen to her office. I waited on the station chair. The boy had to receive treatment in the hospital first for having broken ribs. His mother accompanied him. His father, however…
"Huuuh?" I stood and looked down, and his father lost all his vehemence when he stomped toward me.
"YOU!! SIT THE FUCK DOWN!! Mr. Yang, don't you dare start a conflict in the station." The police officers all had manners of being cucked for years.
I've been to police stations many times, but not this one. I could tell…the police here were living in hell day after day. Most police aren't normal, because they desire justice, but they wouldn't protest against fucked up laws. However, I couldn't even tell what the police here desire.
My dad came and immediately apologized to the boy's father. The boy's father raised a finger and prepared to bark, but a glare from the police made him wish to pull his own vocal cords out.
"Hmmm... I know y'all, this book's audience, hate me."
I said that, and fuck you all.
"But if one YourTube video or a Indiangram post says that 'If I'm not normal, y'all aren't normal!!!' is actually a masterpiece,' all of you will follow the trend and say 'yeah this story is awesome! Mediocre people can't appreciate this.' Y'all want to be special, yet y'all are the same dogs that follow whatever trend that an owner is going toward."
(Damn, I wrote this?)
"Don't you get it still? I was designed to be hated. The author wants conflicts. Thus, if you like my character, then you're scums. You're not cool, special, or avant-garde. You're just some stupid shits that people are too lazy to clean."
"Craycray..." My dad kneeled on one knee, looking up at me like when he told me that I have no mother anymore years ago. "That was…the most awful thing…you could've ever done."
"Just wait. People on the internet will praise me for beating up a bratty child, because awful things are normal." I smiled slyly.
"I wish to tolerate your acts, but you took it too far today."
I expected a slap because that's what my teacher did to me back then when I said something inappropriate. God, I envy children these days to have sex however they want.
I wouldn't block my dad's slap, because I knew things, I knew his feelings, I knew what's good and bad. But if no one would rape the world, I would.
...
He didn't slap me.
...
"What will your sister think of this?"
...
With a bruise mark on her cheek, Pollen walked out of the inspector's office. Her eyes were lightless, but they widened when she saw Craycray cry.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!" Like a kid who'd done wrong, Craycray's cry was genuine.
It wasn't for random and stupid things. It wasn't her special eyes that produced twice the amount of tears of an average person. Her nose was red. She was sniffing. Her throat felt lumped. Her dad was hugging her and patting her back.
"Don't tell Cherry, please! I'm sorry!!"
"If you do that again, I will." Buddy's eyes seemed determined, but his lips were tense, his brows knitted.
"Okay! I'm sorry!"
"Po... Pollen, what happened to you?" Buddy saw Pollen's bruise, as well as a woman in police uniform walking past her.
"Make sure no news about my daughter gets leaked. Mr. Yang, let me speak to you." The police inspector spoke.
"Heh, hahaha!!" Her subordinates began to laugh. "Let me guess, no detention?"
"You have a problem? Sure. You'll all lose your jobs if people know what the daughter of the police inspector did." She shared the same short hair as Pollen. Her eyes were terrifyingly large. They were smaller than Craycray's, but her tiny pupils seemed to lock her sanity, unlike Craycray's large pupils that made her look like a ghost.
She was logical in her own sense, covering up crimes in a calm tone and poker face.
"..." Her large eyes turned to her daughter. The wordlessness lasted for seconds before she grabbed her hair.
"Wait, mom!" Pollen's skin was stretched. When her mother began dragging her, her tears were forced out when she felt her scalp would rip.
"Mr. Yang." Her large eyes locked onto the boy's father. "This girl has caused massive trouble for you. As a police officer and a mother, I am deeply sorry."
The father gaped, Buddy gaped, and the police ignored and continued working when she pulled Pollen's face next to her expressionless gawk.
"Your son is smoking at the age of eleven, is that right?"
"I... I didn't know about that." It was true. However, the boy's father didn't know if he should be shocked about his son's act or the scene before him.
"Then, what you've caused is just another cycle of trauma like that man behind me." She pointed at Buddy.
"What? You...know me?" Buddy questioned.
"119. You were my idols."
"..." Craycray turned to this woman, too.
"Guess how your son will grow up into? He will become hateful, rageful, bitter. He will harm those he hates, but those he hates will be like how he is now." She let go of Pollen. "Shits go around. They pass down to one another, and this world is too occupied to contain those pretentious haters who say their lives are shit, too."
"...Are you suggesting that we save those who believe in 'shits equal maturity' and those who are currently falling?" Craycray.
"Craycray?" Buddy.
"Heh heh, a smart but abnormal woman."
"Yes, but it's too late for you and me, huh?" The inspector, Pollen's mom, was named Desdemona.
"Mhm."
"As I expected from a murderous father. Mr. Yang, follow me."
My name is Craycray. Readers, it's better to hate Desdemona and me.