Chapter 118
The Man of the House
âI noticed you during the competition.â The woman gave a smile as she took a chair in front of a vanity mirror. âYou did very well for yourself.â
âI suppose so,â I responded, feeling a bit awkward.
âPlease, sit down, would you like anything?â She asked, gesturing to a coach in the corner.
The couch was made out of black leather. Why did it feel vaguely familiar to a certain couch I had seen countless girls play on in my old world? That had to be my imagination though. This wasnât some porn star, but a celebrity. I forced myself to sit anyway.
âNo thanks. What is this additional award Iâm supposed to receive?â
She gave a smile, raising an eyebrow. âIsnât meeting a celebrity like me in private already a reward? It really is fine. You donât have to hold back.â
It seemed she was used to men drooling all over her. She had thought that once I was alone in private with her, I would act just like those other boys who drooled over her and acted all excited by her mere presence. Maybe, if I was a fan of hers, this situation would be different. However, in this world where everything was flipped, I didnât necessarily know all of the new celebrities. The big names were the same, although the women had become action stars and the men had become sex objects. However, when it came to the low-tier celebrities who might never have had a chance because they werenât quite hot enough, the men had fallen into obscurity and the women had gained a footing.
As it turned out, this was just not a celebrity I had ever recognized. Since I didnât have any impression of her, she was just another pretty girl to me, which was something I wasnât lacking in. Seeing me return a somewhat flat stare, her smile flickered slightly.
âWell, itâs still written into my contract, so letâs hang out for a bit, shall we?â She tried to recover her wounded pride. âIâm a big fan of video games, so Iâm always excited to meet gamer boys like you. I know that there is a negative stereotype on gaming that itâs a girlâs world, but with the held of people like you, I think we can get rid of those stereotypes.â
âWhatâs your favorite game?â I asked.
âOh⦠I like all kinds of games.â She responded with a laugh. âIâm really into the um⦠racer ones.â
âOh? Do you prefer an arcade racer or a realistic racer?â
âA what? Um⦠realistic, naturally.â She smiled.
âWhatâs your favorite game?â
âWhy⦠itâs the one you were just playing?â She responded quickly.
âThat was an arcade racer throughâ¦â I couldnât help but let out a sigh.
Perhaps she was able to get away with it in this world, but in my world, fake gamer girls were a very real thing. Of course, in this world, itâd be fake gamer boys. No one ever really focused on the phonies of the opposite sex. This celebrity didnât game at all. However, she needed some kind of market and a demographic to cater to, and somehow, it had ended up being gaming. I had thought like everyone else that she was actually into gaming, but it turned out it was just a matter of an illusion.
How many girls dreamed of being a gamer who men chased after just like this girl? She was selling them on a lie. I might not have cared about it. I might have even expected it. However, some of my sisters were gamer girls, and they looked up to this woman who was nothing more than a phony, so it put a bad taste in my mouth.
âYeah, thatâs what I meant.â She tried to quickly cover up her mistake. âIâm not as good at racers as you, though. You were crazy good.â
âIâm not so sure about that.â I thought back to the shady way that I won.
âWhat do you mean by that?â She asked.
I shook my head. âNothing. I was just thinking out loud.â
âOh⦠well, have you heard any of my songs?â
âNo.â
âGeh⦠well, anyway, Iâve come up with a song. Would you like to hear it?â
I glanced over at the door, and then back at the girl looking at me expectantly. I just wanted to return to my team. I wanted to voice my concerns about the game, I wanted to watch my sister and Avery compete in the duo, and I wanted to get ready for the group match. She had dragged me in here to live out some kind of weird fantasy. I had no clue, but I didnât want to be a part of it. Yet, if I just stormed out, I felt like that might cause even more trouble.
âAlright, sure.â
Her smile grew, and then she got up and pulled a guitar she seemed to have to wait by her vanity. She sat back down and put the guitar on her lap. She then strummed a few cords, looked my way, and then started playing a song. I could tell immediately that it was a love song. It was very sappy, and she kept saying âboyâ over and over again. The lyrics were something like âBoy, you mean the world to me boy, youâre like the moon to be, boy. Boy, wonât you be mineâ, or something like that. I only half paid attention.
When she finished, her eyes were closed and she left the last note ringing through the air. She then opened her eyes, raising an eyebrow at me.
âWhat do you think?â
âA little repetitive?â
There were only three sentences that just got repeated ten times. The fact I couldnât remember exactly what they were showed how forgettable the song was.
âRepetitive?â Her face flickered for a second, but then she smiled again. âThanks, I will take your words into advisement. Would you mind if I named this song after you? Youâre Noah, right? That has a nice ring to it.â
âI guess thatâs fine,â I responded tightly.
She was good at what she was doing. Just taking the situation and flipping places, what girl wouldnât swoon over having a member of a boy band play for her and then name the song after her. Had I been a thirteen-year-old girl⦠or a guy a boy from this world, then it would have been extremely effective.
She put her guitar back up, but when she sat down again, she sat right next to me. Her arm came around the back of the couch, not quite touching me, but boxing me in and closing the distance.
âI donât say this to any of my other fans, but youâre really cute.â She declared. âEver since I saw you, I knew that I wanted to meet you.â
Bullshit! Everything she was doing had a rehearsed feel to it. I had a feeling she had done this to dozens of her fans! All of her actions were suspicious.
âReallyâ¦â I didnât speak nervously but in complete disbelief.
âI have a confession to make.â She seemed to ignore the tone of my voice. âI arranged this meeting deliberately. This wasnât one of the awards, but something that I arranged on my own. When I saw you on that stage, my heart started to bleed. I yearned for you.â
As she spoke, she leaned into me, and I had no choice but to start leaning away. âYearned?â
âYes. Youâre so cute and funny. Whatâs not to like? Would you like to be my boyfriend?â
âYour boyfriend?â I repeated, trying to figure out if I should laugh or cry.
She stopped leaning for a second, biting her lip. âItâs a shame it will only be while Iâm here. You know Iâll be back on the road soon. I have my new single out, and the life of a musician is always busy. My manager wonât let me have a permanent boyfriend. I had too many fans, and if they found out we were dating, it would be dangerous for you. Thatâs why our relationship has to be secret.â
âA secret boyfriend?â My voice was only becoming more incredulous.
âI know itâs not ideal, but itâs the only way I can keep you safe. This will just have to be our little secret.â She put her finger on her lips seductively as if to punctuate that point.
âWhat do you mean?â I frowned.
âI want to consummate my love with you,â She declared. âI want to show you that my feelings are true. Iâm a virgin, and since you are too, then when we unite, we know itâll just be the two of us.â
âUm⦠Iâm not a virgin.â I declared.
She stopped for a second, blinking, but then she shook her head. âYouâre a gamer boy. Of course, youâre a virgin.â
âWhat does that have to do with virginity?â I was now basically lying on the couch as she kept leaning more and more toward me.
On that note, I was almost certain this skank was no virgin either. She had probably done it with just about every guy as she rose to the top. She gave me that kind of impression.
âYou donât need to hide it from me.â A perverted look started to show on her face, which was probably her true character finally breaking through. âIâll make you feel real good.â
She pushed her lips together and finally lunged for me. I lifted a hand and caught her face, her lips pressing against my palm. If this had been me from only a short few weeks ago, I probably would have gone for it. It would have been free sex, and she was a celebrity too. I would have been happy to have fun with her. I had banged a random stranger and kept their money, so why couldnât such a scene be just as fun.
However, that was the old me. That was the me who was just living in the now. I was acting selfishly and alone as if there were no consequences and no one else in my life mattered. I was trying to be better now. It didnât always work. Sometimes, something happened like with those friends of mine. I ended up embarrassing myself or others. I was only sixteen though, and it had only been a few months since I had been in this world. I still had a lot of growing to do, but I at least had a path, and I recognized that this wasnât the path I wanted to take.
A playgirl like her probably was filled with STDs. After we were done, sheâd lead me on or try to do the heartbreaker routine. My darker self would imagine that I would break her, turning her into a cock loving slut. Yet, what if I succeeded? What would that accomplish? Iâd just be fucking with the feelings of a girl that I didnât have any feelings for, and who I was sure didnât have any feelings for me. I pushed back with my hand, trying to regain the lost ground I had given.
âWhatâs the problem?â She asked, her mouth partially muffled by my palm still in her face.
âI have a girlfriend,â I responded simply. âIâm not interested.â
Her eyes flashed. âWhat? Not interested? Of course, youâre interested. Why wouldnât you be interested?â
I let out another sigh, knowing where this was going to go. She was going to get all butthurt over the rejection. She was going to get angry and pushier, and it was going to turn into a thing just like with Nora and the girls.
âIâm gay.â
She blinked. âWhat?â
âIâm into men. Iâm a gay man.â I declared.
She sat back, and I quickly stood up, straightening myself out. âYouâre gay?â
âYup!â I declared. âNo fixing it now.â
I turned and walked to the door.
âDamn it. I should have known it. All the fucking gamer boys are cocksuckers!â She snapped.
I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. âTell me⦠were my matches fixed so that I could win?â
She looked up at me in surprise, and then she chuckled. âThey always give the boys a handicap. If they didnât, then they wouldnât be able to get any to arrive. Itâs a fucking shame all they attract are butt pirates.â
I left with that last attack, heading back to my team. It may seem like I was running away, but to me, it took a real man to accept insults without retaliation. I had nothing to prove to her, and engaging with her gave me no reward. I may have had a handicap on the singleâs game, but in the group game, itâd be impossible to cheat in that way. It was time to win properly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om