BXBX NOVEL Chapter 137: Social Hierarchy
"Because he can casually sit on his sofa anytime he wants and watch his favourite team play on TV while having his beautiful wife by his side, and he can grope her chest as much as he wants to as a stress reliever when the game gets quite tense." I said as I gently clawed at her shoulders, like I really wanted to do what I just said but was holding back, which made her body heat up drastically so much that I could feel it through her clothes.
"That\'s basically every man\'s dream on a game night—to play with your wife while you watch your team play, which he\'s living right now, so I\'m quite jealous of him if he really is your husband."
"You really don\'t have to be jealous of him, you know..." Camila said in slight vexation, as if she were irritated about something that she had been keeping to herself before but now had a chance to talk about it.
"Because whenever he watches any sports game, he just shouts vulgar things at the TV all the time while drinking his beers without a care in the world about who has to clean up the mess he always makes."
"A-And whenever I try to sit next to him and ask him about what\'s going on in the match he\'s watching since I want to show a little interest in something he\'s invested in, he just tells me that I won\'t understand anything and tells me to go and cook him something in the kitchen he can eat while he watches the match." She bit her lips in frustration and anger and looked really sad that she was treated that way when all she was trying to do was be considerate to her husband.
What she said also surprised me, as I only thought she and her husband had some communication issues and had lost any romantic interest they had for one another.
But it turns out he was treating her horribly as well, which only made me want to bring her back home with me much faster and slam that beer bottle her husband loves so much that he\'s neglecting his wife right on his face and stab it right into his ugly mug until all that\'s left is some meat shreds hanging on his face.
Well, before I do any of that, I should first comfort Camila, who looks down in the dumps right now after remembering just how she was being treated by her own husband, the one who was supposed to be her biggest supporter.
"Well, don\'t worry about that anymore, Camila, as your neighbour next door is here to help you out." I said in a cheery tone and rubbed her shoulder to make her feel better, which had an obvious effect as she gave a slight smile, like she found it funny that of all the people she knew, a schoolboy was consoling her and actually brightening her mood.
She then looked at me with her dreamy eyes and asked in a coquettish manner,
"And how are you going to do that, my sweet little Kafka?~ Are you going to barge into my house next time my husband is watching the game and force him to teach me about the game that I don\'t much about?"
"Oh no, why would I go through all that hassle and bully an old man who looks like he\'s already half a foot into the grave." I brazenly insulted Camila\'s husband, which normally should\'ve provoked an averse reaction from her. But just like I thought, she only bit her lips and tried not to smile at my comment, since it would be unbecoming of her as a wife to laugh at her husband.
"I\'ll simply bring you back to my house and teach you about any sports game you have an interest in while we munch on the snacks I\'ll make for you in the place of your husband." I gave her a simple solution to her problem, throwing her husband out of the picture.
"What?!...Did you just say that you\'ll not only teach me about sports games that\'s considered as a \'man\'s hobby, but you\'ll even cook me something up in the kitchen as well?!" She looked up at me in shock, as if I were doing some great task for her when all I was doing was a little teaching and cooking.
"Why are you surprised about that?...I mean, is it really so hard to cook up some chicken tenders and fries while teaching you the basics of a sports match?" I asked with a perturbed expression on my face, not knowing why she was having such an exaggerated reaction to a simple favour.
"...Well, you know how men in our world are like with their fragile egos, that they can\'t bear to lose or give away.
And how they like to stay in their own lane with things they like to do and don\'t like to share them with women, since they\'re afraid that we\'ll be better in that field as well and leave them with nothing they particularly excel at." Camila explained with a slightly mocking smile on her face, like she was thinking of how pathetic these certain men she mentioned were, which almost sounded like all the men in this world saw the women as threats for some reason while the women couldn\'t be bothered about them and their childish egos.
And just as she was about to go on another rant about the men in this world, she remembered that there was someone right next to her who wasn\'t like the rest of the men in this world and was much more open-minded and accepting, which made a bright smile appear on her face, and she looked up at me as if her image of me went much higher up in her mind and said,
"So, that\'s why I was surprised when you said you were willing to teach me about the matches that happen on TV when sports in general is a topic that men consider to be their own and like to keep to themselves, since that\'s one of the few things that men are still better than women in this world, and they would like to keep it that way by excluding any women that try to enter that circle."