Die Geschichte von Prinzessin Song in Heian-kyo

Kapitel 9

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Ray patted his friend on the shoulder: "Thanks, let's go."

Helen hugged Barry and pressed her head against his: "Let's go to Duchen Bay, let's go for a drive."

Several people walked outside.

Julie glanced at Max, said awkwardly, "Sorry!" Then she turned and caught up with Ray, and walked away with her friends.

Duchen Bay was already shrouded in night.

Berry's BMW sped along the highway that encircled the bay, its headlights slicing through the mist on the sea...

The sand on the beach was already quite cold, but if you put your hand in it, you could still feel the lingering warmth of the daytime sun. The four of them parked the car on the shore, lit a fire on the beach, and sat around it, listening to Ray tell scary stories.

"...They were locked in a fierce battle when the radio announced that a murderer had escaped from the mental hospital, and it was even a hook-shaped boat."

long……"

"Hey..." Barry interrupted Ray's enthusiasm for telling a story, "You're wrong!"

"Shut up!" Ray glared at him. "The girl was scared to death and said she wanted to go home, but the boy was very angry."

He got angry and drove away...

“That’s not right!” Barry interjected. “The boys went to find help, the girls stayed in the car and waited, later…”

Then she heard a 'scratching, scraping, scraping' sound coming from the roof of the car…

Helen curled her lip dismissively: "It's not a 'scratching, scratching, scratching' sound, it's a 'tick-tock, tick-tock' sound."

The sound of "tick-tock".

Barry was displeased: "It's a 'scratching, scraping, scraping' sound. Because the boy is hanging from the tree."

The sound is made when your feet rub against the roof of the car, hence the "scratching, scraping, scraping" sound.

“No, no, it was his head that was severed, and the blood flowed from his neck onto the roof of the car, making the ‘drip, drip, drip’ sound.” Helen pouted, insisting.

Ray and Julie exchanged a glance; clearly, they disagreed with both versions.

“No, he wasn’t decapitated. He was gouged out of his guts with an iron hook. That’s what I heard,” Julie said, her voice as certain as if she had already made her final statement.

But Ray didn't buy it: "You're all wrong. When they got back to the girl's house, they found a [something] hanging on the car door."

"That blood-stained iron hook—that's the original, the real deal."

The waves gently rolled in, lapping against the beach before quietly receding, their rhythmic sound lulling one to sleep.

"Really what? Really my foot! It's just a ghost story!" Barry cursed, but he didn't completely deny Ray's words. However, he preferred to believe that it was just a ghost story.

Ray earnestly defended himself, "No, it really happened."

"I don't believe it." Helen looked at the sea behind her. The azure blue that had been under the sunlight was completely gone, and now it was a strange, inky black. The foam from the waves outlined countless semi-circular white edges on this black curtain, like a monochrome pattern painting.

Ray, oblivious to Helen's expression, persisted, "I swear!"

Julie noticed Helen's expression. In truth, Helen wasn't as strong as she appeared. On a night like this, scaring herself with such stories was pointless. Therefore, she quickly interrupted Ray: "Okay, stop."

"I told you! This is actually just a ghost story to scare girls away from having sex before marriage."

Ray didn't understand his girlfriend's meaning. He said very seriously, "Honey, I have absolutely no idea how smart you are."

I admire you immensely, but you should know that even folk tales are usually based on fact.

A wave crashed in, its sound like a faint rumble of thunder, sending chills down one's spine.

In the distance, the sea was hidden in the darkness of the night, and it seemed that something unexpected could happen at any moment, making the group of people somewhat uneasy.

All three were taken aback by Ray's words, and none of them wanted to argue with him anymore. They remained silent, listening to the sound of the waves, and no one noticed the barely perceptible smile on Ray's face.

The waves surged onto the beach, then receded...

Obviously, telling such a story again would ruin the night with an atmosphere of terror. Now, the two couples went their separate ways to begin their love stories.

Helen picked up a burning stick from the fire and ran back and forth on the beach. The burning stick was blown by the sea breeze, sending up a flurry of sparks, like fireworks.

Barry lay on his back on the beach, seemingly a little drunk. He had drunk quite a bit today, which was his greatest pleasure. Now, his eyes were blurry as if he were counting the stars in the sky.

Helen threw down the wooden stick, knelt down beside Barry, and continued her dream: "...and so, to that..."

At that time, I had just completed a two-year contract for a long-running TV series, while you had been leading the Ironman team for a year…

Helen lay on top of Barry, rubbing her full breasts against Barry's chest.

"Whatever." Barry's thoughts didn't seem to be on that, actually because of the bottles of liquor in his trunk. Under the influence of alcohol, his mind was a mess.

Helen clearly sensed his distraction, so she bent down and kissed him.

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"...And then, we...eloped!" Helen's thoughts began to expand without limit. "I..."

"Let's go to Europe, or to Kiki Island..." She straightened her chest and straddled Barry. Now, the alcohol was starting to rise in her system, even though it was only half a bottle, it was enough to make her lose her senses. She suddenly ripped open her short jacket, revealing a black lace bra underneath, her breasts looking exceptionally sexy in the black bra.

Barry reiterated his ambiguous statement: "Whatever."

Helen pressed her already exposed chest against Barry again, continuing her daydream: "There, I got pregnant."

"Your first child..." She suddenly felt an impulse and brought her legs together, clamping Barry's legs between them, "then..."

Then...you go quit drinking, and we...live happily...and so on..."

Julie and Ray were on the other side. Julie had changed into her pajamas and was walking on the beach like a sleepwalker. The sea breeze made her white pajamas flutter, making her look ethereal, as if she were floating on the sand.

"Where are you going?" Ray shouted. "Hey! Where are you going?"

Julie seemed not to hear him and continued walking.

Suddenly, a dark figure lunged at her, shouting, "I'll hook you to death!"

Julie screamed in terror...

The person who came was Ray; it was just a prank.

"Do you really believe that ghost story?" Julie asked Ray earnestly. The two were standing very close together, with the sea behind them.

"Is it true?"

“That iron hook… is just a symbol of a phallus.” Julie looked at the fire in front of her; the fire was beginning to die down.

"Really?" Clearly, this was the first time Ray had heard of this.

“Yes, in the end, he was… castrated.” Julie couldn't help but laugh at this point, but then quickly added sadly:

"God, what would I do without you?"

“Then don’t go,” Ray sat up straight. “Forget Boston, come with me to New York!”

"But we can't just sit in the coffee shop and play computer games, besides, there's not enough space there."

"You really do understand what I'm thinking," Ray said with a wry smile.

I understand your pain.

"You've hit the nail on the head!"

“I don’t like these things…” Julie didn’t finish her sentence; there was an indelible sadness in her eyes.

“You’ll fall in love with those philosophy students who have shaved heads, tattoos, pierced ears and noses,” Ray said in a joking tone, but there was no hint of a joke on his face.

“That sounds like a good idea.” Julie tried to lighten the mood, but she felt increasingly cold. “I might never see you again.”

"But did you know that relationships that start in high school have a higher success rate than those that start in high school?"

"Really?" Julie looked up. "What's your basis for that?"

As she spoke, she took off her outer clothes, revealing a slender figure but unusually full breasts.

"Do you... really want it?" Ray asked hesitantly.

Julie didn't answer; she spoke through her actions—she slowly leaned towards Ray, and then fell into his arms…

The moonlight was like water, and the waves were surging.

Beside the car, Barry lay on his back against the hood, with Helen on top of him.

Helen reached into Barry's pocket: "Give me the car keys."

Barry twisted his body: "No one is allowed to drive my car."

Helen's lips remained on Barry's: "I know, darling... but the Fishing Queen is going home."

...Her hands and tongue were as nimble as a mouse; she finally found the car keys. "Thank you!"

Ray appeared on the sidewalk beside the car, his arm around Julie. Helen turned around and tossed the keys to Ray:

Hey, you two.

Barry grumbled unhappily, "Give me the key."

“You’re completely drunk,” Ray chuckled. He wasn’t about to let such a drunkard drive them into the sea.

“Come on, sit in the back with me.” Helen hooked her arm around Barry. “I can let you touch me.”

Barry was touched by those words. He kissed Helen and walked toward the car. Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, poked Ray's chest, and muttered, "Only I can drive my car, you hear me?"

Ray laughed and opened the car door: "Got it, buddy."

The wind shifted, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore seemed to grow louder.

On the winding mountain road, a black BMW bumped along, its red parking lights illuminating a trail in its wake.

The BMW's sound system was indeed excellent; the speakers' deep bass made the occupants feel as if they were enjoying a large orchestra performance. With the window half-open, the music drifted in the night air.

Ray had always wanted a car like this, and now, with just a light touch of his toe on the accelerator, the car accelerated dramatically—driving this kind of car was truly a pleasure. He glanced smugly at Julie beside him, only to find her leaning back in her seat, staring at him.

In the back seat, Barry and Helen were already tightly embracing. Suddenly, Barry leaned forward and shouted to Ray:

Your driving skills are absolutely... awful!

Helen completely ignored what Barry was saying. She found her hair caught in the laurel wreath, pulling painfully, and angrily tugged at the symbol of honor.

Julie was annoyed and immediately retorted, "You try driving it, you drunkard!"

Helen heard this too, and she and Barry glared at Julie, but Julie turned her face away and looked straight ahead, completely unconcerned.