Calamity In The Another World

Chapter 2 : Mature Woman In My Bathroom?

"Damn, it's not funny. Mom, you can hear me?!" Winkler's voice was five times louder than the first call. But no matter how loud his call was, he didn't hear anyone's voice out there. About to get out of the bathroom, Winkler remembered what the mother said if she had to prepare for a lot of nights by herself, and it was not something that the old lady quickly completed.

"Okay. First, what kind of vibe is that? It was so hard and could probably destroy this house in seconds. It's ridiculous if something doesn't happen. Then, if there really was a disaster coming, it was appropriate that mom would call my name when she was in a panic. But in reality, it's very quiet and quiet out there. Anyway, I smell the honey scent from out there. I'm sure it's a drink to restore the stamina mom used to give me."

Just in case, Winkler leaned his head while observing the things around him. Although he is suffering from injuries and knows the limits of his abilities, it is really hard to say if he has hallucinations.

"This is not true. I really felt something really rocking from down there." Winkler murmured. Now his head looked up, staring at the ceiling of the building. There was not the slightest form of damage even though he tried to find an opening for his curiosity.

A few minutes later, after making sure that there was no extra trepidation, now his body relaxed again, took a deep breath and exhaled through his mouth. It is hard to imagine if he was affected by a disaster when his mother's existence was not with him. What he imagined about the riots in the stadium was instantly distracted with a beating heart, wishing his mother well and smiling as he prepared dinner for them.

After a long enough soak in warm water, while playing with water bubbles through his mouth, Winkler decided to end the night shower and be ready for dinner when his stomach started to growl. He dried his body slowly and quickly and patted the head gently with a towel.

But when his hand accidentally touched the head, Winkler did not touch the bandage set by the mother. Spontaneously both eyes opened wide and went straight to the glass to make sure. And that's right, the bandage on his head came off without his knowledge while his mother tied very tight before he headed for the bathroom.

Then Winkler headed for the bathtub and removed the water block, hoping he could find something inside. When the water left no residue, he did not see any bandages or objects in the bathtub.

"What the fuck is this!" Winkler yelled while holding his head, very tight. At that moment, he realized that the wound on his head no longer caused him pain. Patting his head five times, he still didn't feel dizzy or blood suddenly gushing out as before.

"How come my injury can heal in seconds? Did the water just now contain miracles?" Winkler is not a young man who likes to imagine events in fantasy scenes. But what he saw actually broke his thinking.

From outside the bathroom, he could hear the steps approaching. Since there was only a mother and himself at home, Winkler was sure not someone suspicious. But all of that worries him, even more, when the bathroom door opens while his mother knows her beloved son is taking a shower and not wearing clothes.

"Mom! What are you..." While grabbing the door handle that was difficult to reach, Winkler interrupted his sentence when he saw his true figure. Someone he thought was her mother... but as soon as his eyes opened, he could see the figure of a 33-year-old woman watching Winkler's body.

"AAAA!!! WHO ARE YOU, PERVERTED MAN!" The woman screamed while covering her body. Because the two of them are both not wearing clothes at this time.

But all was too late. The woman had already witnessed all of Winkler's body, including the 'sword of his future'. Similarly to Winkler, for the first time in his life, he witnessed a woman's chest mature in person, and it really made him speechless to the point of unconscious blood flowing from his nose.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, STRANGER! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE. BUT I COULD HAVE BURNED YOU JUST NOW IF YOU WANTED TO!" The woman created a fire with the flick of her finger and burned even more as her emotions grew more and more intense.

"How can you create fire in the real world?!" Not getting a response, Winkler was forced to leave the bathroom after taking the towel he was hanging.

Police. One sentence that really scared Winkler and he didn't want to get involved in anything with the institution. But when he left the bathroom, what he saw around him was actually very different. Winkler did have an eye injury before but he wasn't blind. The house he sees now is very different from the house he shared with his mother.

This luxury, classic, and very comfortable he had never gotten before.

"Why did you stop, sc*mbag guy!"

Winkler heard the sound of rage, as well as the smell of smoke as the woman behind him, set fire to the tip of the towel. Not knowing where the fire in his hand came from, Winkler put his safety first and immediately left the house unknown to the owner.

After being surprised by a suddenly very different house, Winkler is now surprised again when the environment in front of the house changes as a whole. What he saw was really very classic, just like returning to a world where advanced technology has not yet been discovered. Even the vehicles and the way the local people dress are completely opposite what he used a few minutes earlier.

"You're still here, huh?! It seems that you really want to be the dessert of the wild animals in the forest!"

Never stopping, Winkler still watched as the woman continued to chase him until she completely left the house that was supposed to belong to him. Armed with a towel wrapped around his body, Winkler ran around among the local people. Shouts from various circles were drawn to his action which shocked the calm environmental conditions. The old ladies called the local police on duty to arrest the perverted young man.

While running around without knowing the direction, Winkler cried inwardly while thinking of the mother who was separated from him.