I dreamed again.
The reason I knew I did, was because the content was complete bullsh*t. I dreamed of the two c*nts.
At first, they tended my injuries. The familiar sofa was repurposed as a sickbed and I was laid there like an invalid. Completely unable to move, I endured their touches and listened to their familiar voices to ease my mind. In the next moment, the numbness lifted and a twinge of misery overcame me. I hissed and opened my eyes from the pain. My head was spinning and the light was so f*cking bright; my eyes were blinded and burned the shit out me. As if that wasn’t enough, the first thing I had to stare at was a close-up of Ace’s annoying visage. As soon as I was clear-headed, he gazed me straight into the eyes. “Good, you’re awake and lively again,” he said.
I didn’t want to see him, his sickening smirk, or his sea-green eyes that shone like emeralds in the light of sun. It annoyed me more that my anger was subsided so easily just by glimpsing at him. Not that I wanted in the first place, I couldn’t even move an inch.
Once again, I was irritated at my inability to speak my mind freely. If I wasn’t a mute, I could trash them as much as I wanted. As long as I want, whenever I want, for as long as they are still here.
But all I can do is listening.
Just listening.
...So annoying.
I don’t want to dream, especially not of Ace or Moshi. When I look at Moshi my back shudders and I can’t calm down. His snow-white hair and lilac eyes catch me off guard every time I peek at them.
But I guess those fags never appear separated. It didn’t surprise me when I heard him explain something to me again. Ace was sh*t at bringing things to the point.
“Your external injuries are mostly healed too. It must be because of ‘Memory of Athanasia’. You should sleep to recuperate your spiritual core,” Moshi advised.
A Harem God never sleeps and what sh*t are you talking about. Where did I even get the injuries?
“Harem God, truth is, the artifact we were searching...”
Oh yeah. Sh*t on you, Ace.
“...and so are we.”
They babbled about a war and some immortal’s legacy, but I didn’t listen to them. In the end, weren’t they going to leave me behind anyway?
I was okay alone. Okay, until they barged into my life after years of solitude.
Was I lonely? F*ck, of course I was!
I almost turned crazy from being left alone. I thought I’d die somewhere on the street. Then those guys came and made me attached. But I knew you c*nts were only after the katana.
I overheard them and I had never forgotten it. But besides thinking about my feelings like a p*ssy something even crazier happened.
“If you don’t sleep your internal injuries won’t heal, unless…” Moshi averted his eyes to the ground as he murmured, “you engage in spiritual synchrony with us.”
I looked dumbfounded at him. My eyes indicated, “What the f*ck is that,” with one glance.
Ace then chipped in, “In short, it’s sex. If you sleep with us, you feel better instantly and we will satisfy our physical needs along the way,” he paused and enunciated clearly, “It’s a win-win deal.”
I gave them a disgusted face, but the next thing that happened was not particularly something I want to remember.
Moshi looked down at my crotch and his poker face blushed involuntarily. His eyes indirectly pointed to my giant d*ck as he muttered, “Um, it’s up.”
I was so f*cking hard and needed to nut. But I definitely wouldn’t with them around.
“You must be pent up; after all, you left that unattended for a long time.” Ace smirked slyly as he leaned over me, “Do you want some help?”
What help. You f*cking monster just want to jack off and become lewd and sick and blast nut. The only one who wants help is your mom.
“I can make you feel really good,” he continued.
I’m a true Harem God. All need help from me. Only my d*ck can give them heaven. F*ck off you b*tch in heat.
Ace came closer to me and my instincts told me that something was off with him. His sea-green eyes observed me with nasty calmness. Like the ocean's vastness, they seemed to hide an indomitable danger in their darkest depth.
Then, I felt warm fingertips tracing slowly along my face. My hair stood on end. Ace that sh*t was feeling me up. Of course, I couldn’t let him know I was startled. Hence, I slapped away his hand and moved closer to Moshi.
The sudden movement opened the wound in my mouth and I teared up involuntarily.
I only remember how I was pushed against Ace the next moment. My hand grabbed the wrist of the offender and I stared stupefied at Moshi. Ace was no pushover; he grabbed my chin and pulled my face up for an upside-down kiss. I shut my eyes, but the expected kiss never came, instead, I heard his low enigmatic chuckle.
“Did you hope for a kiss? Too bad I won’t do anything without consent.”
The sentence had just left his mouth, when his loathsome face suddenly changed colors.
“You…”
What me?
“Harem,” Moshi interrupted Ace with rushed breathing.
I looked at him with confusion. The glint in his eyes was a bit scary. It was to the point that I could hear a sonorous ringing in my ears.
I gulped.
“If you really don’t want to, then don’t make that face…”
The second his words fell, he kissed me softly.
The f*ck. What face did I make?
I felt Moshi’s tongue leisurely exploring my mouth while Ace began to nibble on my neck. I should have felt pain and disgust, but the fresh memory of their make-out session kicked in and the hands that should have resisted slowly began to do other things.
Soon, our clothes littered the floor…
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