Chapter 2

Arthur was actually walking around the house completely naked!

When he saw Zack and me, he even shook his lower body as if he were showing off.

That scene... let's just say it was an absolute assault on my eyes!

Zack's face turned incredibly pale:

"Dad! We have a guest here... You should really put some clothes on."

Arthur muttered a few dismissive words. He purposely loitered in front of me, slowly pacing around twice before finally heading back to his room.

What a total freak!

Even when he finally came to the breakfast table, he was only wearing a pair of greasy boxers.

He propped his leg up on the chair, his flabby chest shaking as he shoved hard-boiled eggs into his yellow-toothed mouth.

"We’re all family here. You'll get used to it!"

Brenda said as she scooped out bowls of oatmeal.

Who the hell is family with him? Two absolute weirdos.

With a dark face, I leaned in and whispered to Zack:

"If it weren't for our college field research project, I wouldn't have stayed here for a single second!"

"The moment I collect my samples, I'm out of here! Not a second longer!"

Embarrassed, Zack could only nod in agreement.

During the day, I used the field research as an excuse to stay outside the entire time.

But when I walked through the door that evening, I ran straight into Arthur:

"Honey, you were gone all day. I was so worried about you. I've been waiting right here for you to come home."

"By the way, honey, why didn't you wear the clothes I gave you yesterday?"

He stared intensely at my chest with greasy, lustful eyes.

I didn't care about my promise to Zack anymore. I snapped back coldly:

"Are you sick in the head? I'm a grown-ass man. Why would I wear women's clothes?"

Arthur reached out, trying to caress my cheek:

"A girl as beautiful as you can't be a man! Don't talk nonsense!"

I dodged his hand swiftly:

"Go ask your own son! If he hadn't begged me for help, do you think I'd even be standing here?!"

"Also, look at my height! I’m six feet tall! How on earth could I be a girl?!"

His smile grew even creepier:

"Six feet is perfect... Great proportions. You must be a model!"

Psycho!

I ignored him entirely and locked myself in my room.

My university assignment was done. There was no reason for me to stay in this house of creeps. I opened my phone and immediately booked the earliest Amtrak train ticket for the next morning.

This time, I made sure to double-lock the bedroom door, just to keep any perverts out!

In the middle of the night, as I was fast asleep, I faintly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

Then, a pair of soft hands wrapped around my chest.

What a nice dream!

I reached out to touch the hands, but my fingers brushed against rough, calloused, dry skin!

What the actual fuck?!!!

I jolted awake instantly. Springing up from the bed, I threw a heavy fist at the figure under my blanket!

I didn't even need to think to know it was that old creep!

I dragged him out of the bed along with the blanket and kicked him mercilessly!

I am a second-degree black belt in Taekwondo!

The only reason I didn't get my first-degree black belt was because someone provoked me before the exam, and I ended up putting them in a wheelchair. I was kicked out of the academy after that.

Still furious, I mounted him on the floor, my fists raining down on him like a storm.

Old bastard! Not only did you sexually harass me, but you also ruined my sleep!

The man beneath me wailed and begged for mercy:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Stop hitting me!"

By the time Zack and Brenda rushed into the room, Arthur was beaten black and blue, unable to even crawl off the floor.

Brenda sobbed hysterically as she called 911, while Zack turned on me, screaming:

"Oliver! What the hell is wrong with you?!"