性瘾者

Nero, who was sitting like the proper prince he was on the accent chair across from her while having tea, repeated her crude words without batting an eyelash. “‘You fucking piece of shit.\'”

“Aish,” she complained, irritated at how her twin brother could sound so elegant while cursing. Was it his pose? His dignified look? The majestic aura around him? “That won’t do, Nero. Scumbags won’t take you seriously if you curse like you’re singing a lullaby. You should sound tough. And move your mouth more to make your pronunciation clearer.”

He tilted his head to one side. “Am I doing it wrong?”

“If people hear you curse elegantly like that, they’ll say ‘thank you’ instead of shaking in fear.”

He just smiled before he sipped his tea. “Is it that bad?”

“You look like the type of person who’d use ‘Shakespearean cursing.\'”

.....

“What is that?”

“Curses that Shakespeare, a prominent writer in the other world, used in his plays,” she explained. “Shakespeare used insults like: ‘plagues upon you!’, ‘you peasant swain!’, ‘cut the villains’ throats!’, ‘you froward and unable worms!,’ ‘though lump of form deformity!\'”

“Ohh,” Nero said, impressed. “The last one’s good.”

“Yeah, but my personal favorite is his ‘away, you three-inch fool!\'”

Nero chuckled while shaking his head. “Is that type of cursing not good enough?”

“Well, I admit that they’re good. I use that kind of insults too when I want to be eloquent,” she admitted. “But at the end of the day, I still prefer using simple swear words like ‘fuck’ and ‘shit,’ then smashing them together to come up with more creative curse words.”

“Ah, I see.”

“I’ll teach your stronger curse words, so repeat after me properly this time,” she said, then she cleared her throat before she cursed again. “‘You ain’t shit, fuckface.”

Nero put the teacup on the table and repeated after her. “‘You ain’t shit, fuckface.\'”

She wasn’t satisfied yet because Nero still sounded like he was reading a fairytale book to small children instead of cursing. But at least, he moved his mouth more dramatically this time. “That’s better, but you can improve more,” she said. “‘Don’t fucking come at me if you don’t want to get shitfaced, you little piece of shithead.\'” She nodded her head towards her twin brother. “Say it.”

“Okay,” Nero said, then he cleared his throat before he repeated after it. “‘Don’t fucking come at me if you don’t want to get shitfaced, you little piece of shithead.\'”

Wow.

Her twin brother sounded stern and more rude this time. There was still a hint of elegance in the way he cursed, but it seemed like it was something impossible to get it out of his system.

“Good,” she said, then she crossed her arms over her chest. “Now, I’ll teach you my most used curse words. Repeat after me: fuck.”

“‘Fuck.\'”

“Scumbag.”

“‘Scumbag.\'”

“Shit.”

“‘Shit.\'”

She clicked her tongue to sound tougher. “You crazy bastard.”

Nero also clicked his tongue, and he even smirked before he cursed. “You crazy bastard.”

“Ohh! I got goosebumps!” she said, impressed. Then she hugged herself while rubbing her arms. “Nero, you totally sounded and looked like a total asshole. Good for you, good for you. I knew you can do it if you just put your mind into it.”

He just smiled as if he was satisfied.

She was also satisfied, so she ended their lesson then.

“Nero, once you feel like your Lunacy is seeping through your consciousness again, stop it by cursing,” she said carefully. “Our Lunacy pushes us to lose our mind and act violent. But I don’t want you to go on a killing spree again. I know I don’t have the right to say this because during my Lunacy, I was just as violent as you.”

She hadn’t forgotten that she had killed many people during that time.

Whether those bastards deserved it or not, it wouldn’t change the fact that she committed an act of violence.

“I believe that cursing is also a form of violence, and it’s better than taking lives of other people,” she continued giving her twin brother a piece of advice. “So, if you feel like losing your mind, close your eyes and cover your ears with your hands. Then curse as loud as you can. Understand?”

“Alright, I understand,” Nero said, smiling at her. “I’ll practice swearing out loud to perfect my pronunciation.”

“Very well,” Neoma said, relieved to know that her twin brother still listened to her. Plus, knowing Nero, she knew that he would know when it was appropriate to curse or not. Satisfied with that thought, she gave him a thumbs up to encourage him. “Nero, you’re not me- so only curse when you absolutely have to.”

***

“FUCK.”

Nikolai almost choked on his tea when he heard Nero curse under his breath. He looked up to see his son sitting on the couch across from him while reading a document in his hand. [Did I mishear it? This is Nero, not Neoma, right?]

Right now, he and Nero were in his office.

Since Neoma was busy training with William and Delwyn for her upcoming match, Nero had taken over her royal duties. His son would soon reclaim his spot as the Crown Prince anyway, so he thought this was the right time for Neoma to pass down her duties to her twin brother.

Moreover, he thought that keeping Nero busy would prevent him from slipping into his Lunacy state again.

“Scumbag.”

He was shocked when he heard Nero curse again.

[I didn’t mishear it- he really cussed out!]

Nero clicked his tongue while shaking his head. “Crazy bastard.”

“Nero, who are you cursing?” Nikolai asked with furrowed brows when he couldn’t contain his curiosity anymore. “And who taught you to curse anyway?”

[Could it be...?]

Nero raised his head to meet his gaze, then he beamed. “Neoma.”

“I knew it,” Nikolai said, then he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nero, don’t let Mona hear you curse- your mother thinks you’re the more innocent twin.”