5 Who I am!

I was playing the piano, but couldn’t hear any tunes. In the next moment, my brother would bring me soup, which turned into coke when scooped up. Oddly enough, I drank everything and even cried tears of happiness, as if coke was some rarity I hadn’t tasted for a long time.

I said “thanks” over and over again while spilling tears like a p*ssy. Really disgusting.

However, my happiness lasted not long before my stomach went on strike. I ran to the toilet while my brother gave me a bag of popcorn, saying “use it well.”

I couldn’t decipher the meaning of his words until I closed the door behind me.

F*ck, there was no toilet paper.

But who cares. I’m a f*cking God. A Supreme Harem God. Everybody loves my d*ck. Worship me. If there is no gold to wipe my ass, the popcorn can eat my sh*t.

After satisfying my lower half, I went to my room instead of continuing playing the piano. My laptop was lying on my bed and I let myself sink into the comfortable mattress. I could have chosen to be productive and write some new chapters of my hentai books, but I had the urge to relieve some stress.

Like I thought, once in the bathroom was not even nearly enough. I opened a certain site with the best material and keyed in my favorite tags: #milf¹moms I’d like to f*ck #asian

A long list of videos popped up. I scrolled through and found a kinky one. Right up my taste.

The session lasted 24 hours. As expected, my thing is a f*cking monster. Even though it was already red down there, I still felt unsatisfied. Thus, I refreshed the page. A new clip with the goddess of all milfs was up, waiting for my attention.

“It was epic,” is what I wanted to say. But just as it got to the lewd part, the chick turned out to be a dude and a real chicken slipped into the panel with a rose in its beak. It took the tango stance, but instead of flapping its wings to present a fiery tango, it jumped around on one shank while dabbing like a stupid meme.

I took a closer look at that c*nt. This stupidity was familiar. That rooster survived the last rain shower as the last cockerel. 

“F*CK SIN WHAT SH*T ARE YOU ON AGAIN. KILL YOURSELF AND SAVE ME TIME. YOU C*NT ALREADY HAVE A HAREM. DON’T TOUCH MY P*RN.”

Wait. Sin, Harem? Why do I rear chicken in the first place?

Ah, I got it. 

F*ck!

This is a dream and the world I live in turned into hell long ago.

***

Moshi and Ace scrutinized the young man who had fought fiercely against them earlier. Under Sin’s lead, they found his hiding place and brought him back to the cinema. It was very clean, even a bit comfy.

The rascal now slept like a baby on the improvised bed. His facial features were not bad and the way he lay down resembled a bit of a lazy cat. 

“What do we do with him?” Moshi inquired. 

He used his spiritual guidance to check on the unconscious youth and found no external injuries except for few bruises and some temporary soreness in his throat. But his inner spiritual energy was in tumult, so Moshi had to calm the raging waves with his own energy. 

What he discovered upon circulating through the other’s system surprised him greatly— the ramifications were complex and delicate. It was very different from all the systems he saw thus far. 

Moreover, for some reason his spiritual energy wouldn’t calm down ever since coming in contact with the other’s spiritual essence...

Ace furrowed his brows. They never expected to meet a human on earth. After all, the whole human population got transferred to another world eight years ago. Furthermore, that person was not normal. He had a dense pool of spiritual energy and a body brimming with abstruse elemental essence. However, his technique was poor and he didn’t even seem to be aware of his power.

Ace glanced at the sleeping male. 

“We...” he paused. 

His eyes seemed to be shackled to the latter, “We decide after interrogating him.”

Moshi gave a “Mn” in acknowledgment and observed the other two people in an imperceptible way. Ace had been behaving suspiciously since earlier.

He had his random times of IQ deficit, but Moshi never saw Ace as absent-minded as now. What appeal did the mysterious attacker possess? He was a bit strong, but also dangerous...

His white shirt was wet from the rain and turned semi see-through. The well-trained chest could be easily gawked at—From his perfect mermaid line, up to his luscious clavicle. Don’t mention the two noticeable dots the useless cloth failed to conceal.

Moshi felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. He knew that the man before them held great value for humanity. Nonetheless, he still sensed a certain danger from the unconscious and attractive male. His impressions of the unidentified man plummeted instantly, when he watched his partner’s gaze lingering on Mr. Knocked-Out.

He may be selfish, but he wanted to separate them immediately. Ace was too kind after all. He’d surely sympathize with the stranger and hold his hand to go through everything regarding magic and spiritual energy. The fact that he could eat both men and women bugged him even more…

“I...m...Harem God…” A muffled voice broke the uptight silence.

Ace wanted to move closer to the source, when the long-forgotten rooster leaped on the unconscious man. Sin opened his beak but let out no sound. Instead, he moved his head in a provocative manner and directed his claws at Ace.

The “enemy” stared blankly at the chicken with puffed out chest; it didn’t even look at him. His beak faced Moshi as if he was challenging both. Before the fight broke out, Sin suddenly crowed.

A pair of golden eyes snapped open…