Endless Debt Chapter 539 - 52 Male Concubine

One day, at the Undying Club.

Everything was as usual, music filled every corner of the bar, Serey was wearing the floral dress with a slit up to her navel, mixing drinks while swaying her body, Bode humd a song as he wiped the tables and chairs, Wei’Er found a cozy spot and curled up; she usually could sleep for an entire day.

By the way, at that ti, Sai Zong hadn’t left yet. He bounced around by Bode’s side endlessly, hoping Bode would play a fetching ga with him.

Bologue downed his glass of orange juice in one go and asked the tipsy Palr beside him.

"Speaking of it, Palr, you always ntion your fiancée, but you’ve never talked about her."

Palr asked, "What do you an?"

"What kind of person is she?"

Bologue was very curious about what kind of person could actually be liked by Palr, this oddball, and what kind of person could accept Palr’s affection.

Palr was silent for a few seconds, stared at his reflection in the wine glass, and managed to say a single sentence after a while.

"An amazing person," he then emphasized, "truly amazing!"

"That’s how you describe everything you like," Bologue said, "Be more specific."

Bologue usually wouldn’t ask Palr such personal questions, but he suddenly thought of it today, and this urge for knowledge grew stronger and stronger.

Among the many people Bologue knew, Palr was considered extrely interesting and unique, which made Bologue even more curious about Vasilina.

For a long ti, Bologue always felt that the so-called "fiancée" was just Palr’s stubborn excuse to not admit his life’s failures.

Palr would call his fiancée at a fixed ti every week, Bologue never heard what they specifically talked about, but after the call ended, no matter how desolate Palr looked before, he would be revitalized, like a car filled up with gas.

As ti went by, the image of "fiancée" in Palr’s words grew more real in Bologue’s mind. He felt that with Palr’s brain, it was unlikely he could round out a lie so perfectly, leaving only one possibility.

This guy really does have a fiancée.

Bologue couldn’t help but marvel at what kind of extraordinary woman could subdue this freak Palr.

"Vasilina, huh..."

Palr hesitated, not knowing where to start.

Bologue guided Palr, "How did you two et?"

"Our encounter was simple, there was family interaction, she lived in Wind Source Highlands, so we knew each other since childhood."

"And then?"

"Then... actually, at first, I always treated her as a good buddy."

"Why a good buddy?"

Palr was slightly drunk, "Because she really looked and acted like a good buddy!"

"Give an example?"

Bologue was intrigued, he felt Palr and Vasilina’s story must be more interesting than he imagined.

"For instance, she has a peculiar hobby, likes combat, boxing, wrestling, and all kinds of martial arts, of course, this probably relates to her family tradition, but for it all to fall on a little girl, it’s still too strange."

Palr ntioned this and suddenly shuddered, seemingly recalling so unpleasant mories.

"Initially, I t her through fighting thanks to this damn hobby of hers, as one might expect, I got beaten."

Palr slamd the bar top, causing the wine glasses to emit a sharp ringing sound.

"Who was I then, the heir of the Clarks! Except for my parents, who dared to beat like that!

But because I was the heir, calling others to help fight was just too la, so I started training myself, hoping one day to win!"

Bologue asked, "And what happened?"

Palr’s ignited spirit deflated, "Lost... never won."

Bologue struggled to manage his expression, trying hard not to break into a smile.

"Since I couldn’t beat her, I couldn’t escape either... after that, my relationship with Vasilina beca very awkward, but living in the sa place, we often bumped into each other," Palr said, "Even though I couldn’t hit her, I was really quick on my feet, Vasilina couldn’t catch up with ."

"Despite being good in fighting, her endurance was quite poor, she’d need a break and to catch her breath after running a few steps," Palr reminisced about that joyful yet not-so-joyful childhood, "I found a way to handle Vasilina which was to punch and run; she couldn’t catch and could only stand there seething with rage."

Love born from fights, that very much suited Palr’s style, Bologue continued to listen.

"But this tactic didn’t always work, sotis if I ran too slow, I’d be caught by Vasilina’s coat and slamd to the ground, or blocked and endured a beating.

That’s how it went, fighting since childhood, gradually the hostility lessened, and we’d play together, even spar occasionally."

Palr recalled various childhood experiences, still sleeping when Vasilina banged the door violently to wake him, excitedly telling him she learned a new wrestling move.

At these tis, Palr would give nonchalant praise, followed by Vasilina grabbing him to let Palr experience the new wrestling move firsthand.

"Love born from hate?"

"Can’t really say that," Palr pondered carefully, "For a long ti, I never really regarded Vasilina as the opposite sex."

"Why?"

"Have you ever seen a little girl who mastered dozens of wrestling techniques, laughing as she wrestles you?" Palr’s hand started trembling uncontrollably as he added out of the blue, "I rarely cry."

"Oh, and she dresses really androgynously, with short hair, and she’s tall," Palr described, drawing a line across his chest, "and she’s quite flat-chested too."

Bologue nodded. His indifferent expression was already losing control, with the corners of his mouth twitching occasionally. He could only clench his fists to make himself continue listening and not burst into laughter.

"So when did the change begin between you two? I an, when did you start seeing her as the opposite sex and develop feelings for her?"

"Well, the reason is sothing I’ve already told you. I have a big dog nad Leica, and I used to ride it around for fun. One day Leica got injured, and the doctor said that it’s already quite old. If I keep doing this, it might age even faster.

I was extrely upset then, feeling that my selfishness hastened Leica’s aging. Since then, I stopped riding Leica. To make it up to it, I even secretly sneaked food from the kitchen for it."

Palr took the motorcycle keys out of his pocket and waved them in front of Bologue. That sidecar motorcycle nad Leica was Palr’s dearest possession.

"Seeing in such a slump, my dad got a motorcycle. Though I was still a kid and found it hard to handle, it didn’t stop from endlessly riding around Wind Source Highlands.

But then one day the motorcycle broke down, and I didn’t know how to fix it. My dad didn’t care either since he was already annoyed by my daily riding. He thought I should spend my ti studying. It was not long after my coming-of-age ceremony, and I should’ve started learning all kinds of Extraordinary knowledge instead of running around wildly.

Vasilina said she knew how to fix it. I didn’t know why she knew about such things, but since it was broken anyway, I let her try. Later... I almost forgot about the whole thing.

One day I realized that I hadn’t seen Vasilina for a long ti, so I went to look for her..."

Palr’s voice softened, squinting his eyes as if the scenes of the past were right before him. Although he recounted being beaten black and blue by Vasilina, he couldn’t help but smile at the mont.

"I clearly rember it was a beautiful afternoon. The sky was cloudless, and the glorious sunlight fell unrestrained. The breeze carried the fragrance of the grassland, cooling and comforting as it brushed against the skin.

Vasilina sat in the shadow of a wall, wearing a black tank top and loose cargo pants. Her gloves were stained with black oil, so of which had sared onto her face, mixed with sweat.

She was fiddling with those parts, forcefully turning a wrench, with the muscles on her exposed arms clear and defined—a perfect blend of strength and finesse.

At that mont, I didn’t feel like I was watching Vasilina but observing a leopard tearing at its prey..."

Palr paused, a perplexed emotion erging in his eyes. Even after all these years, he still couldn’t understand the origin of his emotions. Luckily, it didn’t bother Palr much; he was a rather simple guy who didn’t bother figuring everything out.

"I felt that all my emotions towards Vasilina were released at that mont, collapsing like a bridge in a controlled demolition, one section after another, unstoppable.

I fell helplessly in love with Vasilina."

Palr downed his drink in one go and slamd the glass on the table forcefully, ending his heartfelt narrative. With a sense of pride and a need for affirmation, he shouted at Bologue.

"A girl who can fix motorcycles is so damn cool, don’t you think?"

Bologue nodded emphatically, clinking glasses with Palr. Serey, who had been listening to the story, also cheered.

"To this damn love story!"

Serey slamd his foot on the bar and shook the bottle vigorously, spilling frothy foam everywhere.

After the revelry, on the way ho, Bologue stumbled along with his arm around Palr’s shoulder.

"Did Vasilina ever fix the motorcycle in the end?"

Because of his quirky way of thinking, Bologue was still concerned about the fate of the motorcycle.

Palr hiccupped and complained, "She can’t fix a damn motorcycle. She just thought it would be fun to take it apart."

Back to the present.

Vasilina wrapped an arm around Palr’s neck, holding him tightly like a chick, forcing him to snuggle up against her.

Perhaps because it had been too long since they last t, Palr blushed with excitent, gently patting Vasilina’s arm, his body trembling continuously.

"Ah, you must be Bologue Lazarus, right? Palr often ntions you over the phone."

Vasilina smiled and extended her hand toward Bologue.

"Vasilina Philrad."

Bologue responded kindly.

"Hello, I’ve heard Palr ntion you often as well."

After taking a closer look at Vasilina, at first, Bologue just thought she was an overly handso man. After confirming Vasilina’s gender, an indescribable aura surrounded her.

Cold, elegant, composed, and a hint of... dominance? Like an ice-cold queen.

In comparison, Bologue didn’t feel that Palr was a match for this queen, seeming more like her cherished male companion.

Oh, speaking of Palr.

Bologue glanced at Palr under Vasilina’s arm and found the guy had rolled his eyes from being too excited, falling into a blissful faint.

"You’re much more special than I imagined," Bologue added, "Good thing I’m starting to get used to this kind of unexpected specialness."

Realizing profoundly that nothing in Wind Source Highlands can be viewed through the lens of common sense.

"Haha, you’re really funny."

Vasilina raised her hand, slightly covering her mouth like a graceful lady.