The marjoria nightclub is our university's most popular entertainment venue. It is said that this nightclub was named the "Marjoria" nightclub after the eldest daughter of the nightclub owner. The owner was depressed and went crazy after his daughter was found dead from an overdose of illegal drugs in her room. Many say that Marjoria committed suicide on purpose, for whatever reason, no one ever knows. The origin story of the Marjoria nightclub has become the most famous urban legend at our university. It is told from generation to generation, from old lecturers to new lecturers. Not infrequently, exaggerated rumours arise about this nightclub. There used to be a senior who told his juniors about the nightclub behind the university. "Anyone who comes and gets drunk there will die," he said to the youngsters on fresher's weeknight. A far-fetched statement is even too ridiculous to scare the new students during fresher's week. Maybe he should have said that to an elementary school kid. A freshman sitting next to me laughed at the “joke”, and the silly senior dragged him to the back of the building to be punished, or instead “bullied”, the next day, the freshman came back wounded.
This is indeed Utopia. In addition to the competition to enter universities which is extraordinarily tight, this city also upholds seniority.
However, someone really goes to this nightclub, get drunk, have fun and then die. There are many of them. However, their deaths have nothing to do with the lounge. The nightclub was expected to be used as a place of solace for students, but many eventually decided to commit suicide—most of those who come to this club to forget about lectures for a while. Even though some come only to have fun, one of them is me. This nightclub provides music and high-alcohol drinks and rooms because apart from dancing and getting drunk, having sex is also an outlet for young people's stress. There has never been a case of rape or sexual harassment at this club. If a young couple enters a room at a nightclub, it means they have mutually agreed to have sex. Don't worry if you don't have a partner when you come to this club, there are lots of drunk girls or boys. I often do one night stands here, changing partners.
In this club, I met Anne Clarianes, my girlfriend or my sex partner, exactly. We made a one night stand, and I fell in love with her. Anne and I were attracted to each other and decided to share our phone numbers. We got closer to each other and then started dating.
Anne is a good girl; she is a biology student who has dreamed to became a doctor. That's a natural thing. At The University of Utopia, the medical department is indeed the most popular and most wanted. People who dream of entering this department call themselves "medical warriors" Ane is one of them. Most of these medical warriors ended up in the pharmacy department (the second most popular after medical) or biology. I've heard the quote, "dream as high as the sky. If you fail, at least you fall among the stars”, medical warriors changed a few words in the quote until the quote became “Dream of going to the medical department. If you fail, at least you enter the pharmacy department."
Anne wanted to take the university entrance test next year, of course, because she wanted to come to the medical department. Anne comes from a wealthy family, her father is the president of a hospital, and her mother is a famous drugstore owner. She lives in the residential neighbourhood of “The Earthling”, the area is only inhabited by 1% of the wealthiest people in the utopia city.
Anne and I dated for only a matter of months. Anne asked me to have sex very often when we were dating, and I did it whenever she asked me to. She makes sex as a means of releasing stress. When we had sex, she always called me "daddy". I don't know why; I love it when she calls me daddy.
I never thought that the night when Anne shouted "I am your slave, daddy" as a sign that she was reaching her climax was the last night I saw her. She and her family were found dead the next day. Anne, Mr Clarianes, Mrs Clarianes, and Naraya Clarianes (Anne's sister) were found pathetic. Anne was found hanging while her father, mother, and sister were burned alive. After investigation, it was found that Anne committed suicide after killing her own family. They find Anne's suicide note, Anne's suicide note spreads on the internet and goes viral.
"My parents don't love me, so on nobody loves me. They forced me to go to medical school. I wanted to go to medical school, but I wasn't the only one who made that decision. Not being accepted into medical school through next year's entrance test is absolute hell for me. I better meet God now.
I'm sorry, dad...mom... I never wanted to disappoint you; it's just that getting into medical college was beyond my means. I also brought Nara. I don't want you guys to hurt my sister if I fail to enter medical school. I also don't want my sister to suffer the same fate as me. I will take Nara to heaven with me, and I hope God will allow parents as bad as you to go to heaven."
I didn't think much of Anne. I quickly forgot about her. The only thing I didn't understand until now was how she could kill her parents. I have a father who has a personality like Mr Clarianes, but I never had thoughts of killing him. Anne must be very depressed, lucky that I have a mother who loves me so sincerely. What happened to Anne was enough to make me promise to me: “In the future, if I have children, I will not treat them like that. I will love them sincerely as my mother loves me.”
We (Anne and I) are not very close emotionally. Our relationship seems to be just sex, sex, and sex. After Anne left, I found other girls. And to be honest, too many girls come to me. Too many choices make a person have no choice. I began to consider marrying a girl that chosen by my mother.
“I'm tired of Utopia girls, mother,” I told my mother when I visited her that day. I was 24 years old, graduated, and founded my textile business when I realised how boring it was to date girls from the Utopia. They were always the same, adoring my physical appearance as if it was the only good thing about me. So often, they praise me for my good looks; I'm getting sick of it. I don't mean to be arrogant, but believe me, being looked at from head to toe by a girl turns out to be annoying. There used to be a girl who gave me a love letter; she said, "I believe in my feelings, I have been watching you for months". Doesn't anyone realise how terrible it is? Does the strange girl say that she was often watching me without me knowing her existence? I don't know how much the girl has peeked at me. I was feeling sick. She was just like a crazy stalker. Another competitor of my textile business said, "The company's stock rose just because of his handsome face". He never knew how hard I tried
"You...Your name is Nadya?""Yes, my name is Nadya.""Are you 19 years old?""I am""Wait a minute," I told her."What is it? What are you going to do?""Wait a minute, Nadya. Don't go anywhere. Stay here."I went to my mother, who was in the car. I really hope the Fairy-tale beauty is the real Nadya that my mother talking about."Mother, I found Nadya," I said."Wait, what? but how can that be?""She's there. I'll bring her here."I turned around and didn't see Nadya there until... I saw her running away from me. What the hell was she doing? I will not let her go, so I chased her. We were running in the rain, but why was that girl trying to run away from me? Oh my god, I just rediscovered these mysterious eyes, the girl who looks so sensual even in a long dress, the fairy-tale beauty I saw years ago. I don't want to lose her again."Nadya... Wait, Nadya!" She glanced over. I saw the expression on her face. She was terrified. She ran faster, but I was able to catch her. Honestly, her
"Look what's going on, Nadya, the slut choose a rich man as her target," said someone from our behind immediately caught our attention. Nadya and I saw her. She was a middle-aged woman with a messy hairstyle. She looked fierce. "Auntie..." Nadya said while she separated her hands from my grip. "So, she is your aunt, Nadya?" I asked Nadya. "Yes, this is my aunt. Her name is Gerda." I smiled at the aunt. To be honest, she doesn't look like Nadya's aunt. She looks more like her grandmother. I wanted to tell aunt Gerda that I was going to ask Nadya out on a date. I want to confess that I was in love with her niece, but before I could say anything, aunt Gerda said some disgusting words about Nadya: "How much did you pay for this slut? You look so rich. You must pay high for one night with her. You don't need to marry her, sir. Just take her away from here before she sleeping around with the entire man in this village." Early, I want to be n
That's Nadya; she's a good girl, always trying not to hurt anyone.I smiled at her."My pretty Nadya, everything you say makes me believe that you are the woman who deserves to be my wife," I said. I" You still have time to think about your decision."I smile and nodded."I want to ask you something, Nadya. Do you love me?""Well...You are a goodman,... I have a huge feeling for you. I respect you, and I adore you.""Just because of an umbrella, and my mother?""Well, yes... but no... I don't know Erwin. Everything comes so sudden."Nadya looks desperate. She looks so confused."I understand. Let's take the time to make the decision. But I am so glad that you feel comfortable around me. I'm glad that you trust me.""I will die for your happiness, Erwin.""What?""I mean... You and your mother are happy.""Why?""Because you are kind to me."We smiled at each other, still
Nadya started to look out of breath, so I stop kissing her. Reflexively, Nadya pulled herself away from me. She no longer sits on my lap. I want more, I want more than just a kiss, but it seems that Nadya doesn't want to do that. So, I asked her:"Want to do it again?""I think that's enough.""But, I want more, Nadya.""Next time, okay?""Okay," I said.I want to do that with her, but I won't force Nadya to make out with me. I'm not a disgusting rapist. I never touched a girl against the girl's will, and this applies to Nadya."I want to go home, Erwin," Nadya said. I think she was getting scared."Sure, let me take you home."I took Nadya to the front of her house door, and I didn't forget to ask about our date tomorrow. Nadya said that she would be working in the fields tomorrow morning so we couldn't go for walks. However, I wanted to be with Nadya, so I planned to accompany her to work in the cornfield. Before going
We were both silent, not knowing what else to talk about. There, in my bed, I was with Nadya. I, too late, realize that this was a 'dangerous' situation for both of us, especially when Nadya and I started looking each other in the eye. A moment later, Nadya smiled at me... damn it, that smile made me excited again. "You are so beautiful, Erwin," said Nadya. "You're even more beautiful." Nadya and I brought our faces closer to each other, and we kissed! I think, when we kiss this time, Nadya also enjoyed it. The kiss was immediately released by Nadya when she realized I wanted more. Luckily at that time, my mother came home. But, If I am not mistaken, Nadya was the one who tried to kiss me first. I took Nadya home, and she promises me tomorrow we would date again. In the days that followed, we dated like a happy couple. We have become very close to each other, and we have often been seen together in public places. On the street, at the market, on the beach, in the cornfield, etc. The
"Nadya... Your mother and father, they saw us from heaven, didn't they?" I said to comfort her. Honestly, I don't know what to say to comfort Nadya's heart. I've never felt what she felt; the loss of someone I love, well... my father is an exception because I hate him, so his death means nothing."I don't want them to see me," said Nadya. I was surprised when I hear her words."Why?""Because I don't want them to see all the bad things that have happened to me all these times, I want them to rest in peace, in heaven."A unique and strange thought came from Nadya."I don't understand," I said."I know my parents love me very much. If they saw me being beaten or abused, they would feel bad, Erwin, their war and worldly pain is over, and now they are in heaven. Of course, it would bother them a lot if I looked unhappy here. Do you know? Every time someone does something bad to me, I always say in my heart: I'm not hurt, mother, father, I am com
"I am afraid, Erwin... I am really afraid," she said."Honey... Don't worry... It's all right... It's going to be okay... I am here," I said to comfort her. Tomorrow is our wedding day, and here is Nadya; she is afraid she will not speak the wedding vow properly. She was still worried even after I told her that she sounded good."Well, there is another problem," she said again."Honey... tell me... what is that?""I am afraid... about the kiss... Do we have to kiss in front of the guests... I am not a good kisser.""So that is the problem," I said while laughing."It's all right... we don't have to show a 'good' kiss; we are not in the porn-maker studio. So is the wedding vow, honey... We don't have to impress people.""I don't want to impress people," she said. "I just don't want to embarrass you.""Oh god, my honey... here here" I hug her, and then I whisper to her ear :"My dear baby, how could I be ashamed to have a