Clown Game
Chapter 205 - 193 Nurse

Chapter 205: Chapter 193 Nurse

Women are truly an enigmatic creature. They can be diligent and clean yet also lazy and unimpressive, with both opposing traits perfectly exhibited in the same individual, sometimes even to extremes.

Women!

Just like those one often sees on the streets, more than half of them... fully deserve the term "beautiful." Even if they are not naturally attractive, you can still recognize their "taste." And if not for taste, "cleanliness" is always present.

Take, for example,

There’s this woman, she is very clean. It isn’t enough for her hair to simply be washed; it also has to be treated with a variety of conditioners and exotic essences to make it appear softer and shinier... She takes even greater care of her skin, not tolerating a speck of dust. Then there are her hands, feet, arms, thighs, even her lips — they are meticulously maintained. During her baths, the array of bottles and jars she uses to cleanse herself is astonishingly numerous. In short, she exhibits an obsessive cleanliness towards nearly every part of her body, maintaining herself as pristine as a factory-reset hard drive.

She is also very tasteful, evident from her attention to clothing, accessories, hairstyles, and even the smallest details that others might or might not notice. She wishes she could delicately evaluate everything from the color coordination of shoelaces and fingernails to the precise curl of her false eyelashes.

And all these, added to her already pleasing appearance, naturally justify the term "beautiful"...

In short, at first glance, one would perceive her as someone who loves life, disciplines herself, is neat and tidy, with a spirit as beautiful as her exterior.

However... all these are just a part of her.

The other side of her is slovenly.

...

Speaking of which, have you seen the real living spaces of these women?

Their bedrooms, their personal quarters, those places out of sight to others...

If you ever get a glimpse of the boudoirs of those shining, dazzling goddesses in your mind...

Ha ha ha, allow me to laugh for a moment.

Ahem...

You’ll be shocked. No, no, no, "shocked" is too superficial a word...

Your worldview will collapse! You won’t be able to help but exclaim: "Holy shit!"

Doubt it not, this is the truth.

According to a statistic "from who knows where," over ninety percent of women maintain their private environments with a level of cleanliness far below the lowest standards of all the men they encounter... Meaning, the bedroom of a beautiful woman is usually not even as clean as those of the home-bound men who drool over their pictures every day.

The bedroom before us is a typical example of a "messy" woman’s bedroom.

For a bedroom, its space is quite sizable, but it feels incredibly cramped due to the clutter of random items scattered about.

At the spot nearest to the door lies a quite sophisticated princess bed, seemingly reflecting its owner’s girlish nature. However, the bedding, obviously unwashed for a long time, is piled up haphazardly, covered with aged period stains on the pink sheets.

Opposite the bed, there is a row of extremely large wardrobes, bursting with so many clothes that they push open the doors, falling out onto the floor in a landslide-like mess that obviously no one bothers to clean up.

The chair alongside is similarly covered with clothes, heaped like a small hill. One could imagine the bedroom’s owner diving into the wardrobe to frantically search, pulling something out, and if it’s the wrong item, just tossing it onto the chair.

Shoes are strewn all over the floor, here a single one, there another, interspersed with several dirty socks of unrecognizable original color.

In a corner against the wall, there’s a pile of shoe boxes, which look expensive but are coated with a layer of dust, suggesting they haven’t been touched for a long time. Beside the boxes, there are several leftover instant noodle containers with a layer of red and yellow greasy water mixed in, frothing with green or white mold, a few specks of mildew floating on top.

All of the above occupy two-thirds of the bedroom space.

The remaining area is filled with garbage. Plastic bags, snack crumbs, used tissues, socks, underwear, sunflower seed shells, drink bottles...

Well, ... that’s more or less what the whole bedroom looks like.

Yet, amidst this horrendous environment, there is a surprising oasis of cleanliness.

Opposite the door, near the window... there is a dressing table.

The multitude of cosmetics on the table are neatly categorized. The mirror, the table surface, are very clean, indicating frequent cleaning. The window faces the bustling street outside, just slightly noisy, with sunlight streaming through the window falling upon a potted plant of unknown species beside it. All of this seems as if it belongs to a different artistic style...

Sitting before the dressing table is a woman. A very beautiful and young woman, probably around 25, whose face needs no description. With her long hair pulled up slightly, she appears somewhat mature. Whether it be her skin or her figure, both would compel a second glance, even more so than the actresses flaunting themselves on the screen; all her charms are concentrated in one person. It’s hard not to acknowledge she must be one of those favored by God. At the moment, she is wearing a white T-shirt, one hand propped against her cheek, thoughtfully gazing out the window. Her nearly transparent skin and the contour of her chest prompt a moment of reverie, but you’re soon pulled back to reality by the grimy, years-old grease stain at the collar of her shirt.

It was a woman like this...

Her name no longer mattered... Anyway, the few who really knew her now, they mostly liked to call her "Nurse."

Although she hadn’t been a nurse for many years, now she was just... eating, sleeping, binge-watching, shopping, skincare, bathing, working out, using most of her energy to make herself look prettier and her bedroom messier.

...

"Pop"

A faint popping sound

A man wearing a baseball cap suddenly appeared behind the woman. At the same time, Lin Fan showed up too, covered in injuries and only able to whimper weakly.

The "Nurse" of course heard the sound, she knew two people had suddenly appeared behind her. Over the past month, every day, these two had shown up in her bedroom, so she had grown accustomed to it.

So she maintained her previous posture, too lazy even to turn her head for a glance.

"Really..." The gang member with the baseball cap didn’t understand how a woman could live in such a disheveled way, but he also knew that saying anything was futile, so he just muttered quietly to himself.

The nurse didn’t at all mind that, still staring blankly out the window. Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, turned her head and looked directly at the man’s left foot, then put on a mocking expression: "Oh, you’re hurt too, huh?"

The baseball cap snorted in dissatisfaction, "Pfft... just a careless mistake."

"Oh, oh... I see, an accident right..." the nurse replied, but her tone was clearly not sincere.

The one with the baseball cap couldn’t swallow his pride, feeling annoyed and without an outlet for his anger, he gruffly shouted, "Cut the crap and treat me already!"

The nurse laughed lightly, a clear note of mockery in her voice, but her smile was still attractive, "Oh, I know you’re in a hurry, after all, it’s embarrassing to be injured by a rookie, and that wound is quite deep... pfft... ahem, sorry. 20 seconds... only 20 seconds!"

She struggled to hold back her laughter, looking quite pained.

The man with the baseball cap "Pfft" irritably and kicked a coke bottle away at his foot: "A-Ming said we need to speed it up a bit, next month, you might have to go to the training ground too."

The nurse put away her smile, nodded briefly, and simply said "Okay."

The other party also nodded...

Their conversation ended there, and after an awkward five seconds, the man with the baseball cap shook his left foot and stomped it firmly a couple of times.

"All good?" he asked

"Yeah, it’s good," the nurse said, and then finally glanced at Lin Fan, lying on the floor whimpering, "Come pick him up in two hours."

"Oh..." The baseball cap replied noncommittally, then with a flicker of his figure and a clear sound... he disappeared, as if he didn’t want to stay in that place any longer.

The nurse looked down again at Lin Fan in his pitiful state, shook her head helplessly, then turned away, touched the plant on the windowsill, and seemed lost in thought once more.

And there was Lin Fan, left amidst a messy pile of paper scraps, clothes, and drink bottles—a pitiable sight.

But soon... the sound of his groaning began to fade.

He felt very comfortable, the wounds hurt less, even feeling somewhat warm and ticklish...

He knew the woman in front of him was unusual; although she hadn’t touched him at all, just being near her made the injuries in his body rapidly heal...

Bruises dissipated, muscle strains began to revert, and bones started to knit back together and solidify.

This sensation, like being immersed in warmth, was wonderful, making him want to sink into deep sleep.

Each day of the past month had been like this—he fought... or more precisely, took a beating until he was utterly exhausted, then came here, and after a few hours, his body would be good as new. Then he would return to that small room, and the next day, repeat everything.

Indeed, this "training" made his fight reflex sharper, his body stronger, and even the time for self-hypnosis gradually extended...

But, this wasn’t the life he wanted... Ah, when would these days come to an end.

Lin Fan was thinking gloomily to himself, and then... he really fell asleep.