Seductress Portrait (English Version)

With my ears covered, I heard malicious symphonies pummeling my focus. "Uhhh, you're t-tight!" These sounds seem to cause huge effect on me. A sound that produces a rhythm that is both painful to the ear and difficult to comprehend. Where my brother, Achim was, I can almost hear the sensual echoes emanating from a distance where I am standing. He had a problem on controlling dwelling with pornographic contents and had become addicted to it. The doctor has recommended a number of different interventions for him; however, he remains helpless against his condition. On a regular basis, I could hear various women grunting and speaking in his room at night. My thoughts were interrupted by an obscene sound. "Uh-hh-h sh-t." At the moment, I am working on a portrait. I couldn't finish it because it was so monotonous. Being new to the painting, I considered giving it a shot. I immediately went up to his room and knocked on the door. From what I hear, sounds of broken things were heard, it took some seconds before I heard small responses from him. "Kuya Achim" I said and reached for my pocket swiss knife. But, while I am aware of his calm demeanor, I am not convinced that he is always in the right frame of mind. As a result, I became uncomfortable. My parents are not present at this time. They were scheduled to see my sibling's doctor in Balasan. I'm all alone here. The doctor once stated that when his hormones are overused, it can lead to severe complications. I really pitied my brother's plight. It was a cavalry for him. Because I don't want to abandon him in this state, I stayed at home in exchange of wasting my time outside. I was alone at home due to the fact that Yaya Marina, our maid, had to leave at the wrong time. Upon hearing the sensuality with which he addressed me as "Pastel," I got shivers down my spine. In my back pocket, I tucked the knife away. The fact that I am carrying something, it could cause him to become alarmed. "Are you okay?" His door rang, and I realized it was his lock. He has this white and muscular skin covering his body. In reality, what was happening to his tamed facade was the polar opposite of his pleasant demeanor. Consider, what it would be like if he was taken aback by what he was about to do inside his room. My doubts about not starting a conversation with him were increased by his unfocused eyes. But I managed to get something out of the way nonetheless.The look on his face told me he was angry. "Stop doing it, Kuya. It could harm your system." As a result, I retreated. He reacted violently with my small restrictions. I feel sorry for him for being subjected to such a cruel obsession. He's nailed in his own self destruction. Then he opened the door a little wider and I noticed that he was half naked. "Shut up, Pastel." However, hatred was painted on his face as I said, "I'm just saying it for your own good." He appeared to be completely delusional about whatever it was he was contemplating. His words took me completely by surprise. "You're so damn fine, Pastel. You can kill the lust in my body." My eyes welled up with tears as I cried. It was only at that point that he came into sense and came to my side. However, I forcefully pushed him away from me. I ran back to my room, where I sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes. It was as if what he said had caused some sort of psychological trauma in me. One of his tantrums was enough to make me fear him, and this was just one of them. I know he isn't the bad guy in this situation, but his traitor disease certainly isn't helping. Mom was completely unaware of what had occurred earlier. Those kind of treatments with my brother are just normal. I just hope it stays up there and will not reach into something else. I went to school the following morning. It is one of the mother schools in Estancia, and it is Janolino Normal University. Because of the large number of courses available, many students from neighboring villages continue to come here to study. The reason I didn't go straight to the classroom was that I had thoughts to go to the Art Club Office to present the portrait I had created earlier in the day. "Pastel, add some elements to your portrait." In my heart, I hoped that Nephtali would like my portrait. As a member of the art club of our school, she serves as my critic and inspiration. I was pleased that he had recognized my efforts and valued them. To which he responded affirmatively. "Do we have any other upcoming tasks?" I inquired to her. She smiled as she fixed her gaze on me. Then, she gave me a wink and said, "We'll see." When it comes to painting, she is one of my idols. It is clear that she takes pride in her work and puts her heart and soul into making her creations visually appealing. I walked straight into the classroom, a smile on my face, and began working right away. Due to the fact that I was a little early for the morning class, I began by reviewing the notes. However, while I was reading, I noticed a coin under the seat and reached for it. The Philippine currency signs does not appear on it. Because of the engraved strange letters and words, it appears to have come from another country. As soon as I held the money, someone interrupted me. "That's mine," someone grabbed my hand and took it away. It was then that I realized, she was the owner. "I'm sorry, I just happened to come across it." I spoke to apologize. Sexy red lips were painted on her lips and the screaming eyebrows. But despite the fact that she is one of the most well-known female figures on campus, her demeanor is a little condescending. 'Perhaps you're planning on stealing it,' she suggested in her accusatory tone. I'd like to tell him that we have enough money and that there is no reason for him to steal such a measly piece of money. I was paralyzed by fear, though. "Ah, no," I defended. It hurt me to hear her say, "By the way, who's going to admit that she's a thief?" her contemptuous eyes panned my direction, and I shifted my gaze accordingly. "I'll make sure Yves knows about this." My eyes widened. Her older brother is Yves. I immediately went into panic mode. "Please, Winona, don't." She took up a position close to me. She had her bag on, and because she was standing, she had the opportunity to poke me. "Didn't you think you'd get along with my brother?" I was unable to respond to what she had said. I turned away from her and closed my eyes. "Oh, you're trying to be all prim and proper, but you're really an itchy little bugger." A teasing smirk plastered on her face. Fortunately, she vanished completely in front of my eyes. When she finally left, I breathed a sigh of relief. Yves Honorario was the object of my affection for the longest time. From the seventh grade onward, I've grown to appreciate him. He has a well-toned body and tan colored skin, which are both characteristics of a typical masculine beauty. I really enjoy him when he's out on the soccer field, but that's about it. It's as if he's kicking my heart in the hopes of scoring a winning goal. But I had promised to myself that it's just infatuation. Because of his attractiveness, my other classmates were also smitten with her as well. I never voice out my attraction to them to avoid complications because he is extremely well-known and admired by a large number of people. And I might be a target of backlashes. "Pastel." I turn around to face the voice that I recognize. It was Leticia on the line. "Hello there, bestie. Did you know that Yves stripped at the field." she said it to me in a giddily tone. "I don't care about him. He's a little too vulgar." I responded in the affirmative. I never mentioned my feelings for Yves to anyone, not even my best friend. She rolled her eyes. "You know what? Can you draw something for me. A portrait of Yves. I'll give it to him." I was stunned by what she said. The solid light bulb in my head seemed to glow. "S-sure, as long as there's a fee involved," says the speaker. It will be a gift in the form of an indirect gift for him. He is completely unfamiliar with me. At the very least, I'm going to make something to express my admiration for him. Many believe he is stymied. Letecia was present as a witness, but that didn't stop her from being turned off by the experience. She's even getting crazier by the minute. "You have the name and wealth. That's a big blow to your ego. Why wouldn't you just make it completely free for me?" She gave me a disapproving look. "I don't think talents aren't worth paying. I will invest time and skills on it regardless of my social status." paleness painted on her face but she immediately unshackled the embarrassment. "I was just joking. You're a hella serious, Pastel. But if you don't want I'll be asking help to my other friends. Wew." I just smiled and nodded at her. "Alright, I will do it." I'm sure she won't stop until he persuades me that she is right about what she wants or formulate reasons. Students flocked to the entire campus after hearing that there would be a general faculty meeting, which was announced in advance. Normally, everyone congregates in the park and on the field to relax and enjoy themselves. We made a decision to visit the soccer field. We passed by the school's long pedestrian walkway. I was taken aback when ahe reached out and took my hand, directing it toward the group of people gathered near the Narra tree. Rumor has it that strange things are paranormal happenings at that location. As we get closer, I could hear the gossips of people talking. "Can you tell me what happened?" The attention of a nerdy guy was drawn to us. "It was a half-naked picture of Yves, stripped and raw." he said. My eyes narrowed at him. Is he interested? My thoughts were completely out of control. "Then, why are you here too? Are you interested?" Leticia said. I pinched her to stop what she was about to thrown at the guy. The nerd guy was flustered. "A-hh, just by passing by." he pretentiously smiled. Others were salivating just to get a glimpse of the image. Even from a single photograph, I can tell he's significantly more attractive and charismatic than other models. "Hey, can I have a look at it?" Leticia has also decided to participate. "Leticia, what the hell are you talking about? Don't spend any more time in there." I reprimanded him. She is extremely excited to see it because she has already pushed a large number of people. "The wife of Yves will be passing by, so please make way." The women who were on her way were being pushed by an extremely powerful force. Curses were hurled in her direction. I'm getting the sensation of having a headache. She's a real naughty girl! Despite the fact that I am interested in that picture, I will not engage in such crazy stunts. "Ghad, he's a hottie." seems to be in heaven she says. I don’t see her that much because the students cover her up. "Leticia, let's go." I shouted in the background. I only had to wait a few seconds for her to regain her composure before continuing. Her face was a complete and utter disaster. In the field, we kept walking until we reached the end. I can hear the cheers and yells of the girls even though I'm a long distance away. As they chanted a dominant name, the voices of students thundered in unison. "Yvess," I thought to myself, was the loudest scream I'd ever heard in my whole life. That can even cause a throat to be destroyed. "Kick me in the shins, please." "It's a damn shame! Please pass the ball to me. Come and have some fun with me." "Kick me, please." "Damn it! Make me your ball. Play with me." I couldn't help but laugh at the craziness of his fans. Honestly, I can't imagine myself thinking such cheesy things. We took a seat on a bench that was quite a distance away from the crowd. Because of their aggressive actions, there is a greater chance of disaster if we congregate there. "Do you believe that Yves has a long hmmm...?" Leticia said something that made me lose my thinking. She couldn't help but laugh. When she said it, my cheeks flushed, and I bowed a little shyly. As far as I am aware, the word long refers to a man's shaft.... "Can you tell me what that is, Leticia?" I reprimanded him. "What?" she exclaimed, her face contorted in laughter, and she even squeezed her stomach. Because of what she was saying, I felt embarrassed. "Don't behave in that manner." I'm going to pass out just thinking about Yves naked in front of me. I smacked myself in the face. The information came from people who snooped around in soccer players' locker rooms," the report said. "Wait, where did you get that information?" the narrator's curiosity grows. "You have a credible source, pastel," she said, winking at me. We were temporarily deafeningly quiet because a ball had struck my shoe. "Can pass and get the ball for me?" It was enticing to hear such a strong, masculine voice. Letecia's presence vanished like a bubble in the air. As she stared at the man who spoke, she felt as if she were being consumed by emptiness. My pupils dilated as I noticed the figure of the man in front of me. Yves exudes confidence and charisma as he takes the stage. He's working up a good sweat, which adds to his allure. I pointed to myself. He was confused at the thought. But he nodded. "I said if you could please pick up that ball and hand it to me." With trembling hands, I picked up the ball that had fallen to my feet. I took a deep breath and swallowed. I took my time walking towards him. My physical distance from him gradually shrank to a minuscule amount of space. I'm not allowed to look at him. Those eyes of his are capable of drowning me. "Thank you," he simply said, before taking the ball from my hand. He finally made his way to the field. There is a brewing storm inside of me, and I feel as if his words and gestures tickled me. "W-what happened?" Leticia finally realized when her senses returned. "N-nothing." I said it with conviction and a tinge of a smile on my face.