Cover+Original Oneshot: Encounter (you can skip that)
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This is the original Oneshot I wrote for SSSC. The following chapters are the rewritten version of it, so you can skip this chapter if you want, or read it as a spoiler but there's no snusnu here.

Cover

It was still. On this gray morning, only the sorry excuse of a sunny side egg greeted me with warmth and gleaming yolk.

I sat down before the screen and the movie started to play. It didn’t matter which movie or genre played on the screen. The feeling of having the whole cinema for me and my breakfast alone was reason enough. I sank down into the seat and yanked my long legs over the seat before me. There was nobody to complain anyway. I was the king and could do as I wished.

The movie started and I ate my breakfast with relish. Of course, I also had some snacks, biscuits, fruits and honey water. Don’t lump me together with those health nuts, that stuff really kicks in, way better than your usual coke.

On-screen the dark setting made it hard to discern the actors. Only heavy breathing could be heard and the noises of naked skin flapping against each other. I took a sip of my water in anticipation— it has been a long time since I’ve found such a gem! Just as I wanted to let my pants down, a scene inappropriate for children flashed in, full of splendor.

Cough, cough—

F*ck, it was a gay movie!

***

After that blunder, a certain someone searched for another film. Sadly, the other filmstrips hadn’t survived the corrosion of time.

With a sour taste in the mouth, a figure resembling a lone wolf lazily strolled down the street. The luxury clothing brands were swiftly ignored, only at the electronic market did the sounds of steps subside, overshadowed by the autumn breeze.

One window, just one window separated him and his unfulfilled dream.

It was a beauty.

The mellow lines accentuated the breathtaking shape; the iridescence was unmistakably still the same as eight years ago.

A pair of golden eyes glued to the beauty and the sound of steps reverberated again.

With every step closer to the target, my breathing accelerated more and more. I think my breath froze the moment I held my desire in my hands.

He had his dream and he had the skills. There was only one thing missing. Thus, the young man sprinted back with his treasure in embrace to his newly built den in the cinema.

It was the only place in that abandoned city that could still accommodate people for an extended time without tiring out the body.

Not letting his dream waiting any longer, he didn’t fumble long with the preparation and plugged it straight in. The eager hands started to move. His fingers pushed again and again on the soft and untouched nubs.

One, two, three times, but it was fruitless. He tried to shove it in and out again to get a reaction. Of course, he was extraordinarily careful when he inserted it in the second time.

However, the less reaction there was the rougher he got while plugging. After fumbling around for twenty minutes, he had to face reality.

He was rejected.

He was rejected by fate.

He was rejected by the heavens.

And now he was even rejected by a lump of plastic garbage.

Yes, the limited edition of the newest game console from eight years ago he had painstakingly searched for and finally found after traveling alone through half of America, refused to start.

***

“Ace.”

“Hm.”

“Aaace...”

“Hmm.”

“We’re lost, right?”

“We’re not lost, just a bit off route.”

“So we’re lost.”

“...probably. Don’t get angry, your cheeks get puffy like a mochi, whenever you do. It’s cute though.” The man called Ace showed a playful smile as he teased the other, seemingly younger male.

The youth gave a shallow “Haha” before he continued in a deadpanned voice, “I give you a mochi, a spicy one. Now get that ancient vehicle to run or we never will reach civilization by sunset.” He ignored the flirt approach and threw him a meaningful look. He asked in a calm tone, “Is it really here?”

The childish expression on Ace’s face was replaced by a smile that was yet a smile. He didn’t comment on the question, but his eyes radiated an unshakeable certainty, that made not believing him an act of atrocity.

The other averted his gaze and his face heated a tiny bit, “How can you be so damn handsome while dodging my question…” he murmured.

***

“Aargh!”

He didn’t cuss like usual, instead, he could only spit out this scream of anguish and rage from his mouth. Electricity was a scarce resource in a post-apocalyptic world and he actually wasted it on a lump of garbage.

To vent his frustration, he took out his baseball bat and wreaked havoc in the city. The dilapidated billboard with the stupid toothpaste advertising was battered into abstract art. The broken cars on the street had their side mirrors and windows smashed into tiny pieces, while the rusty bicycles were bent beyond recognition.

Just as he wanted to smash another window to smithers, a lilac gleam caught his attention. Although the glimmer lasted not long, he could still tell exactly where to go; as if the path was marked with directions. It was the stroke of fate that would change his life completely. He followed his instincts and found himself in an antique shop, a place he normally wouldn’t step in.

One flighty scan told him all he needed to know. F*cking sh*t, what’s this trash?!

Actually, the goods in that shop would be worth a small fortune, if it had been sold before “that day”. Too bad the apocalypse happened eight years ago, leaving only a 15-year old teen on earth. A teen who had a bad temper and didn’t seem to be out of puberty yet.

He wanted to swing his bat on those vases that had become no more than littered trash and dust collectors. Both arms were already lifted up and the tip of the bat itched to hit something. His abuse of the bat would make baseball players shake their heads in disgust. The only redeeming quality would be his trained body that would make up for the power lost due to poor technique.

Shatter! Shhhh…

It’s said that shards will bring luck!

But that’s utter bullshit.

Why was he left alone on earth? Where did every soul disappear to overnight?

If shards would bring a sh*t bit of fortune, then he would have had a harem filled with beauties long ago and he definitely wouldn’t be best friends with his right hand.

The thought of being left alone, living day by day like a garbage scrapper and having nobody to talk to apart from his poultry livestock, made him furious again. The movements of his swings became more fluid and wrecked everything in its track indiscriminately. The mayhem didn’t stop until the shop was nothing more than a junkyard.

His rage disappeared, however, the void in his heart remained.

Was he actually living? He didn’t know anymore.

A pair of golden eyes lost their luster, replaced by apathy and languor. They swept over the pile of porcelain fragments and dust. He became nauseated.

The more the world decayed, the more he became sensitive to dirt. Even though he had all the resources of the world to himself, everything was bound to age. Thus, whenever he came to a new place, there would lay a thick layer of dust everywhere or some disgusting tenants would have taken root already.

When resources were used up, he would move.

Whenever he would move, he would need to clean his new place.

It was annoying, a never-ending cycle.

He wasn’t going to stay any longer. Just as he wanted to leave that cursed place, his temples throbbed with sharp pain. A bright glint exuded from his eyes and his line of sight involuntary locked onto the darkest spot in the shop, which sucked him in like a black hole.

The pressure on his head made him unable to think straight, but he could feel the pain diminish the closer he came. His body moved on its own and he reached for the item that had emitted the lilac light from earlier— a katana.

It was undoubtedly a cimmerian katana, yet the moment his palm touched the amethyst sheath, a surge of soothing energy rushed into him.

He regained his vitality and felt stronger than ever before. However, the sudden power boost didn’t last long before his vision blurred and he passed out.

***

Vroom, vroom~

It was late afternoon. Only one car moved on the bumpy road. Not far from them, a tree lay in the middle of the path. It was impossible for any vehicle to cross the way.

Ace leisurely drove the car with no intention of stopping or taking a detour while his partner sat in the co-driver seat with closed eyes.

“Moshi,” he called.

The youth didn’t answer. He just opened his eyes, which emitted a violet light and the tree was lifted up. Moshi closed his eyes again to lean back.

Whenever there was an obstacle, Ace would simply call out the other’s name and Moshi would use his ability to clear the way.

“Are your eyes okay?”

“So-so.”

“Rest assured, we will get that artifact.”

Moshi gave a simple “Yes.” He didn’t sound very touched, but inwardly he was happy that Ace cared so much for him.

The drive continued in that quiet manner; they’d soon reach the next town.

***

By the time he regained his conscious, the sky had begun to darken.

F*CK THAT SHIT! WHICH P*SSY DARED TO KNOCK ME OUT?!

Again, rage filled the young man. He wanted to destroy even the last bit in this godforsaken place.

It was then when he remembered the katana in his hand. The dark purple cluster mesmerized his mind and like in a trance, his legs dragged him outside the store.

Swish, sash!

The sword danced in beautiful arcs and mercilessly cut everything. The stupid parasitic plants sprouting everywhere were chopped into tiny pieces, while the tip sent out invisible wind slashes to crush walls.

He got higher than he ever reached with any climax.

His ecstasy lasted until a wet sensation on his face woke him up. At some point, it had begun to rain without him realizing.

“Number One…” he suddenly remembered his oldest hen, which had provided him with food and companionship over the years. The cloud in his mind vanished and panic took its place. Number One was left outside together with his other poultry stock.

The disappearance of humanity didn’t occur with any supernatural event like a pandemic zombie outbreak or a meteor crash. Despite this, the weather still changed. Small and vulnerable animals couldn’t withstand the rain, they would die a few days after being exposed to the weather for too long. But the rain wasn’t poisonous per se, because neither he nor plants were affected by this.

He ran back to his current hideout with his new weapon in hand. When he nearly reached his destination, the familiar sound of Number One’s cackling could be heard. But to his shock, there was also the sound of a car engine starting in the distance.

Other humans appeared.

***

Ace and Moshi got stuck in the middle of the road not far from the city. The former tried to get the car to run, but it was fruitless; they were out of gasoline and had a flat tire. Aging had damaged the pipe and the fuel had leaked out, while the tires became brittle over the years, resulting in their halt.

Ace looked at Moshi, who was clearly exhausted from using his ability too much. They had to find that magic artifact faster, before Moshi’s ability would get out of control.

“We have to continue on foot. Be careful it’s raining,” Ace stated.

Moshi looked at Ace with furrowed brows. That man would normally eradicate a whole army of demons and monsters by himself without sweating, but now he was stressing out because they had to walk in the rain?

Ace naturally perceived his partner’s puzzlement and explained, “The rain has spiritual energy in it, but it’s not pure. There are at least three different elements mixed together.” He paused, “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Moshi felt something warm scratching at his heart. He gave an indifferent “hmpf” like a tsundere and spat out, “I won’t be thrown out of balance by a bit of elemental rain. Don’t forget that my control is top-notch.”

Totally ignoring the other, he opened the car door and took the lead. After a few steps, he turned back and said to Ace, “Don’t stand there like an idiot. I’m fine.”

Ace hid his amusement and followed Moshi like an obedient dog. His Mochi was the cutest to tease after all.

They reached the city after walking for half an hour. The sight that greeted was exactly like predicted, it was a ghost city with no life in it. Or so they thought, because there was actually a rooster leisurely hopping in the rain.

Moshi and Ace were speechless at this obscure scene. How did that bird end up in this urban city? Moreover, how could it move so easily in this spiritual rain?!

Even Moshi felt his first-class control over his ability challenged by the rain, while that poultry was actually wagging his sickle feathers around seemingly unaffected.

“Ace…”

“Yes, Momo-chan.”

“How about chicken soup tonight?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Just as they wanted to catch the bird, a shadow lunged at them from the side, screaming, “SIN!”

Slash!

Ace grabbed Moshi the second before the blade hit them and jumped backward several meters. Both looked at the deep groove left behind from the attack and switched into battle mode.

They had a tacit understanding and didn’t dare to underestimate their opponent, who got close to them without being discovered. Even if they let their guard down, it was impossible to not even perceive the other's presence.

As they took their battle stance, the shadowy figure slowly emerged from the smoke and disappeared in the next moment.

“Left!” Moshi shouted.

Ace reacted immediately by throwing out a thunder wave.

His opponent took the attack head-on. A golden glimmer radiated from his eyes and the katana slashed through the attack. If Moshi hadn’t used his ability to move Ace away, the strike wouldn’t have neutralized only the magic attack.

However, the ambusher wasn’t unaffected from the clash. The recoil threw the young man back and he rolled several meters on the ground, widening their distance.

The clumsy roll-off exposed the poor technique of their opponent. He seemed to lack fighting experience.

Making use of the opportunity, Ace gave Moshi a signal. His right palm channeled energy while Moshi sent the littered debris to their opponent.

The young man hadn’t stood up properly yet, when dust and other rubbish was sent in his direction.

It was truly his unlucky day.

He knew it was an unfavorable situation, but he still refused to give up. As soon as he could stabilize himself, an air blade countered the incoming objects.

The seemingly simple debris parts bursted into fine powder, blocking his vision completely.

While the young man was momentarily stunned, Ace finished his preparations. He closed the distance between them with one jump. A pair of sea-green eyes locked onto the handsome face of the defenseless man.

The moment the golden eyes surfaced from the dusty lashes, both men felt an electric current running down their spine. Their gazes met and Ace saw the panic in the other’s eyes.

He used his right hand to fling away the katana. In succession, his left arm hooked onto his opponent's neck, dragging the head down while sending his knee into the solar-plexus. The young man spat out a mouthful of saliva before losing conscious. He dropped into Ace while his katana got stuck into a nearby wall.

***

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, it’s 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. With the help of Moshi’s spiritual guidance, 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.

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. Ace could eat both men and women after all…

“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…

***

“What’s your name?” Ace asked.

F*ck off. As if I would tell you.

“How old are you?”

I am an immortal, age doesn't matter.

“Do you even understand what I am saying?”

Oh yeah. You’re shit.

“It’s meaningless, Ace. You repeat the same questions for an hour already. That guy just doesn’t want to answer us,” Moshi chipped in. He couldn’t take it anymore.

After the glorious action of that wattle wiggling chicken, that bundle of testosterone woke up and rioted again. If it was only him, a magic strengtheneth rope would have been enough. But a bunch of other chickens suddenly joined the fray and Moshi had to use his spiritual ability to suppress them. He hadn’t recovered his spiritual power yet, but had to use it again for some weak poultry.

His blurring vision reminded him of their main purpose for this mission. They had to find the magical artifact that stranded back to earth in order to stabilize his damaged magic core.

Moshi wasn’t the type to show emotions often. But he was exhausted and some handsome stranger was grabbing way too much attention from his boyfriend. It was strange; he tried to kill them but his man was patiently putting up with him. Every patient person would snap if bottled up for too long.

“I don’t care anymore!” Moshi turned around with a sneer and went into another hall without letting Ace explain.

The roped up man looked at Ace’s helpless face and the corner of his mouth moved in disgust.

You are f*gs, he thought while inwardly feeling schadenfreude. He lost two times. Seeing them falling out was consolation for his psyche.

Ace turned to the captive. “I assume you only attacked us because we touched your livestock. If that is so, I apologize for our behavior. We don’t want to harm you and are even willing to exchange information with you. I can release you, but no further attacking.”

A pair of golden eyes lit up, the expression on his face showed the innocence of a young adolescent. He nodded his head like an obedient child, which scratched at the older man’s heartstrings. Ace felt the current sweeping across his body again; he had already a hunch back when they fought against each other, but that feeling just now confirmed his suspicion.

The younger male was released and hushed back into the darkness while Ace searched for Moshi.

The latter rested in one of the more intact viewer seats when Ace neared from behind. Both knew of the other’s presence, but they spoke no words.

Moshi didn’t bother to open his eyes and Ace silently watched the mesmerizing figure before him. His lover’s jet black hair had turned white after awakening his ability; paired with his violet eyes, his Moshi radiated this otherworldly feeling that made him stand out even amongst the dozen of awakened humans.

Ace continued to stare until Moshi couldn’t take it anymore.

The latter opened his eyes and revealed a pale lilac; it was nearly transparent.

“I’m sorry,” Ace whispered.

“What are you apologizing for?” Moshi breathed and continued, “For staring, for flirting with another man in front of me, or for not being able to alleviate your lover’s pain?

“For everything you stated.”

Moshi mouthed a “hm” and continued, “So you do remember I’m your boyfriend. I thought you forgot that after spotting another handsome man.”

“The reason I care for you is because I love you. The reason I care for him is because he is likely related to the artifact we are searching for,” Ace comforted.

Moshi looked at his man’s serious face and blushed. He felt stupid for getting jealous in the first place and wanted to bury himself instantly.

Ace teased him while gently stroking through his hair, “Seeing you jealous was very cute though. You never show your affection to me openly after all.” He smirked, “And I chased you for four years already.”

Moshi couldn’t help but curl his lips in embarrassment. On that occasion, he summed up all his courage and pulled the man behind him down for a peck, which changed into a passionate kiss under Ace’s insistence.

Maybe it was because of the unfamiliar environment or simply because he was upset, but Moshi craved for physical comfort.

“Just today...I will let it slip, so...” he whispered into Ace’s ear.

The recipient of that shy and indirect invitation naturally didn’t refuse and pushed down his lover without reservation.

***

The next morning.

The pair of lovers were greeted by some chicks chirping happily. 

Yaaawn~

Moshi blinked his eyes at Ace who in response pinched his cheek. The rims of the former’s eyes were slightly red from yesterday’s activity. Even though Moshi’s overall vitality was back, the pallor in his iris hadn’t disappeared; it meant that his ability weakened permanently.

Ace didn’t address this matter, Moshi should know about this better than anybody else already.

Both didn’t stay idle for long and got dressed very fast. When they wanted to step out of the building, they realized that the rain hasn't stopped yet.

A familiar silhouette in raincoat walked towards them.

“You released him?”

Ace nodded nonchalantly.

They didn’t greet each other, there was still bad blood between them after all. With that weird rain still dripping outside and Moshi’s unstable condition, the two postponed their mission until the weather got better.

They had nowhere else to go and simply followed the man who could be considered a local. He went to the counter and took out a camping stove. Two eggs appeared out of his pockets and were thrown into a bowl together with water and flour. In a few minutes he made himself a simple breakfast of pancakes, dried meat and fresh fruits.

Moshi watched the whole procedure without commenting. He gave Ace a quick glance who was a responsible boyfriend; he made breakfast since Moshi couldn’t cook.

Ace moved to a clean area and took out the ingredients and cooking utensils from his spatial ring. Then, his fire ability was used to heat up a pot of water. With a few skillful shakes of his hands a healthy breakfast for three was cooked. 

Ace and Moshi planted themself to the other man. He looked strangely at them. 

You fucking monsters just used spatial magic, okay?! Don’t go fucking show off your food under my nose, he thought. 

But then Ace stated, “Your share since we want to build a relationship of trust and mutual benefit.”

“Yeah, just take it since we will impose on your hospitality for a while longer,” Moshi added. 

The man raised an eyebrow at them but still took their offer after some consideration. It really has been a long time since he could eat a proper meal after all. 

After the three finished their breakfast, Moshi got curious and asked, “What’s your name?”

The man didn’t answer, but his objection could be read from his expression.

Moshi found his reactions rather interesting. He would bury his face into the food from strangers, but couldn’t jump over his shadow to tell others his name. Moreover, he wasn’t the least bit scared of them nor asked any questions. Wasn’t he quite an oddball?

Suddenly, the memory of that wannabe kung fu chicken flashed by and he blurted out his thoughts without a filter, “Harem God, why did you name that rooster Sin?”

The eyes of “Harem God” twitched. That name wasn’t something some strangers should know, unless… could they read minds?!

Harem God squinted his eyes at Moshi. Not only him, but Ace also stared dumbfounded. Since when did his cute Momo have such an eccentric naming sense?

Two men, two different reasons— both stared at Moshi who felt intimidated, yet at the same time flattered to gain the attention of the two handsome men. However, he wasn’t thick faced enough to stand the constant glaring. He cleared his throat awkwardly, “Did I say anything wrong?” 

His gaze wandered to Harem God. “You murmured this name while sleeping yesterday night. Since you won’t tell us your name I’ll go along with this alias until you give us one.”

Now it was Harem God’s turn to be the observation object; eyes of unnatural colors pierced him with their vivid intensity. 

You f*cks are annoying. I named him Sin since that p*ssy had all hens for himself, while I, the Supreme Harem God, only had my hand and imagination to form my b*tches in this apocalypse. The only reason I still kept that sh*t alive was for producing more hens to eat. If women hadn’t disappeared from earth, there would be at least three wrangling for the attention of my d...

Moshi and Ace blankly watched Harem God change from one strange face to the next grimace. He seemed to have immersed himself in his own world. 

Cough, cough~

Ace discretely pulled him back into reality, “I’m Ace by the way and the guy beside me is Moshi,” his expression solemned, “To tell the truth, we are searching for something and hope for your cooperation, since you seem accustomed to the current earth.”

Harem God’s hand jerked as Ace spoke. It was unknown what kind of memories played in his head, but the sorrow in his eyes was evident.

Ace stopped.

Both him and Moshi were at a loss of words. A wave of pain rushed through their body. It was as if something was clenching their heart; they never felt that much empathy with somebody else. 

The mood suddenly resembled a funeral until Sin leaped up the table and tried to snatch away Harem God’s food. A fight between owner and chicken broke out. Feathers fluttered in the air, battle cries in form of cackling echoed through the hall and claws crossed ways with a fork.

The noise they made was not low. However, amidst all the racket of clanking and clunking, Harem God only cracked out “Sin” over and over.

He was mute.

***

Day 1

I don’t know how it developed into this, but those c*nts started to follow me around. They gave me a lot of information. For one, everybody on earth hadn’t died; they had isekai’ed into another world and only I had been left behind. Secondly, I have some supernatural abilities. Third, they are searching for some kind of magical artifact. Fourth, they can eat my sh*t.

Day 5

The rain stopped long ago, yet those f*cks still follow me around. They seem quite idle. Are they really searching for something?

F*ck, I can’t f*p with them being around.

Day 9

I don’t give a f*ck about them, but they keep giving me food. Refusing would be stupid. I decided to use them as long as they still have resources. 

Day 12

Today, the older c*nt gave me cookies. I gave him a glare but still took on his offer. That guy must love sweet stuff since he always drank mead or made sweets for dessert. Just why would he shove all the stuff to me?

The other guy, Moshi, was less annoying. Maybe it’s because he’s younger than me or because he’s not very talkative.

Day 14

This morning, Moshi started a conversation for the first time. “Where did you get that katana?” he asked out of the blue while Ace made breakfast.

I took out a piece of paper and tried to write it down, but my memory was hazy all of a sudden. I couldn’t recall that day. 

“Why?” I wrote down.

“We couldn’t touch that sword at all and had to leave it in the wall that day.”

I was slightly stunned. F*ck, that katana was too damn cool! We went back to the place where we fought, but that blade had disappeared without a trace.

Day 16

After discovering that I could actually speak and my vocal cords had just regressed a bit, the two began vocal training with me. They also gave me some strange liquid to drink. It had no taste at all, but my throat felt a lot smoother afterwards. I also saw Moshi drink it sometimes. Since the other world they came from was a magic world, that drink was most likely a magic potion.

Sh*t, I want to go there too.

Day 22

My daily schedule made a huge turnaround since those two appeared. The day would start with me checking on Sin, his harem and the newly hatched chicks. Breakfast would be ready by my return. After eating, they forced me to have vocal training and magic theory lessons. They hadn’t figured out my ability yet, so I had to learn everything. They even taught me other surviving skills for daily life. F*ck, I hate school.

I would anticipate lunch break, because I would be finally freed from learning. In the afternoon, we would fight. Not the death battle kind, but the P.E. kind. Initially, that would be my time to shine, I fought enough wolves, bears and other wild animals over the years. However, Ace still could get the better hand of me. So f*cking annoying. 

My voice got a lot better and I could finally pronounce the main vocals. I thought it was my chance to cuss at Ace, but when I wanted to call him “Ass” my voice slipped and I called him “Ace” instead.

Day 24

The city had nothing else to offer anymore, so we moved to another city and found a nice house with abundant green around for the chickens.

The cleaning was a lot easier with three people. Sin and the hens were also obedient, making the process smooth sailing. I sat down to relax and let Ace cook food. It was so comfortable to do nothing. I had even forgotten how to relax after years of wandering alone. Without knowing, I fell asleep.

By the time I awoke, the two had p*ssed off somewhere else. My dinner was left in the kitchen and they used another cheat magic item to keep it warm. After eating my fill, I left the plate in the sink. I couldn’t wash the dishes even if I wanted to, since there was no water supply.

The bedrooms were on the second floor. I climbed up the steps and the creaking of wood could be heard. It came from the big bedroom Ace and Moshi shared. They always chose to sleep in close proximity to each other. I thought they were vigilant towards me, but a peek into their room opened my eyes.

They were f*cking each other.

Day 25 

I had to get away from that place. Immediately. My thoughts were in a mess. It wasn’t like I didn’t know about gays, but knowing about it through a screen and seeing two guys get going to it first-hand is another thing.

I ran downstairs and lay down back onto the dusty sofa to calm down. Women. I thought about their flesh mountains and other smooth places, but the frantic panting of Moshi and the satisfactory groaning of Ace wouldn’t leave my head.

I rubbed my d*ck until it was red and recalled the lewdest hentai movies I could remember, but the heat wouldn’t dissipate. Without thinking much, I grabbed my coat and ran outside into the forest in the middle of the night. 

 

I never came back.

***

In the morning Ace was the first one to wake up. Like usual, he started to make breakfast. He looked into the spatial ring; They were out off eggs. It was to be expected with another person joining them.

“Harem God, can you get some eggs from the hens?” he shouted out of the window. He didn’t get an answer like usual, but Harem God’s coat wasn’t there, so he could only be in the chicken coop. The shout waked Moshi who came down with his slightly red eyes and bed hair.

“Where is Harem God?” he inquired.

“Still with Sin I guess. Maybe they started to fight again,” Ace mumbled while washing the salad.

“Mn,” Moshi noted. “I’ll look after them. He sometimes gets absorbed with the chicks and forgets the time.” After fifteen minutes Moshi came back running. Harem God departed without a notice and left everything behind.

A sense of loss overcame the two.

Sigh. It’s probably better that way,” Ace stated after a while.

“Why?” Moshi asked.

“We had to part ways sooner or later. Don’t forget our main purpose. The gate can only handle only a certain amount of spiritual energy. If we can get our hands on his katana, no, if we can get ‘Memory of Athanasia’ I fear we have to leave him behind…”

Moshi clenched his fist. That’s right, he thought. 

The reason they approached Harem God was mainly to retrieve that mysterious weapon from him. It was the artifact they needed to heal his damaged magic core. There was, of course, also sympathy for Harem God. Living with him was fun and his personality was also interesting. He was full of contradictions, for example the way he glared in viligrance but still accepted the food from you like an obedient child or how he cared for Sin and the hens while denying to like them.

Nonetheless, they were no saints.

They couldn’t take the weapon and Harem God with them. If they took Harem God with them, Moshi would lose his ability and even suffer from the backlash. Humanity on the other side couldn’t afford to lose one of their strongest warriors. Especially not in the face of imminent war with the demon race.

“I understand. Let’s search for that artifact and leave as fast as possible… but when everything is over, let’s come back and take him with us,” Moshi implored.

The corners of Ace’s mouth hooked up. His hand reached for Moshi’s head. He patted the messy hair while pecking his boyfriend’s forehead gently.  

“That’s exactly what I had planned to do,” Ace replied. “He couldn’t have gotten too far by foot. We should be able to catch up with him.”

They ate, packed their stuff in an orderly manner and put Sin and the hens in a special space made for living beings. Moshi then used <Omniscient Eyes> to scan the vicinity and found traces of Harem God’s tracks. However, he also spotted a suspicious cloud movement and paled instantly.

The demons launched an attack on earth.

***

A lonely figure swayed amidst the rain. The wind whizzed against his ears and scrapped his exposed skin with fine red lines. Harem God’s disheveled hair was full of leaves and tiny branches, but he didn’t care. 

His current priority was to find a shelter from the storm. He had experienced many storms and hurricanes over the the years, but none could compare to the current phenomenon. 

The pair of golden eyes looked into the distance, their recent spirit had diminished; once again loneliness took its place. 

“F*ck…” I don’t need them. A Harem God is God. I can’t die. I won’t die. I didn’t the past few years while it was just me and I will certainly not now either. 

Harem God clenched his teeth. Not only was he in a dangerous situation, but his head was spinning and his clothes were damp too from the occasional rain pour. He hadn’t caught a cold even after sweatily fighting a bear in a blizzard, yet just a bit water in the middle of a autumn night caused him to get a painful fever— that was the biggest joke ever. 

With a blurry vision, he dragged his sore body through the cutting gale. In the next moment, however, a ferocious thunder hit the ground not far from him. Harem God was swept away by the air wave and crashed into several trees. When he finally stopped, he coughed a clot of blood. 

Something crept out from the cater and uttered strange sounds, “Immortal’s legacy...”

The eerie voice was the last thing Harem God heard before blacking out.

F*ck… I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you all…

***

Memory of Athanasia

That was the name of the magic artifact they came for. Together with Moshi’s Reminiscence of Life and Ace’s Nostalgia of Mortality they formed the Immortal’s legacy and were humanity’s greatest weapons against the demon race; with Memory of Athanasia being the most obscure amongst all three.

Therefore, Moshi and Ace were all the more stunned when they saw the injured figure of Harem God slaughtering every single demon with a murderous glint in his eyes. He was strong, savage, but above all— too bloodthirsty to be a human. Rather than comparing him to humans, he resembled more the demon kin. 

The two men only saw the golden eyes leaving a trail of light behind, while the crimson dyed blade cut through the flesh of demons. Memory of Athanasia was in Harem God’s hands and danced with devilish aura the walzer of death. The katana which disappeared that day now shone in amidst the blood of hundreds of demons with purple brilliance.

What surprise attack, what rescue mission? It turned into a one-sided butcher of demons!

The onslaught ended quite fast with Moshi and Ace joining. The more they fought the more they synced with each other. It was mysterious, as if fate brought them together. After the fight, Harem God collapsed again. 

The blade fell to the ground next to his wielder, if it wasn’t for Ace’s timely grab, both would have drowned in demon blood. Upon catching up to them, something astonishing unveiled before Moshi’s eyes— Memory of Athanasia dissipated into ink-black smoke and assimilated with Harem God’s spiritual core. 

Both looked at the unconscious man in surprise. They needed to go back to their small house in the green and confirm their suspicion. 

***

I dreamed again.

The reason I knew, was because the content was bullsh*t. I dreamed of the two c*nts.

At first they tended my injuries. I hissed and opened my eyes from the pain. The familiar sofa was repurposed as a sick bed.  As soon as I was clear headed, Ace looked me straight into the eyes, “Good, you’re awake and lively again,” he said.

“Your external injuries are mostly healed too. It must be because of ‘Memory of Athanasia.’ You should sleep to recuperate your spiritual core,” Moshi added.

A Harem God never sleeps and what sh*t are you talking about.

“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 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 into spiritual sync 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 by 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’d definitely not with them around. 

“You must be pent up, after all you left that unattended for a long time.” Ace smirked slyly as 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 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 a 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 just left his mouth, when his loathsome face suddenly changed colors, “You…”

“Harem,” Moshi interrupted with rushed breathing, “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 ought to resist slowly began to do other things.

Soon our clothes littered the floor…

***

By the time Harem God woke up, the midday sun was long gone and Sin blinked at him with a tilted head. He sat up and stared confused at his surroundings. Why was he sandwiched between Ace and Moshi… buttnaked?

T-that was just a dream, right?!

Moshi was awaken by the sudden coldness beside him. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said to Harem God, “Good morning, let’s sleep a bit more before going back.”

“What?” Harem God exclaimed confused.

"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!”

Ace finally awoke from Sin’s crowing and yawned. He then looked at Harem God and explained, “We take you back since you’re the ‘Memory of Athanasia’, and how’s your body?” He made a smug face as he teased, “It was your first time and with two to boot...”

Harem God gnashed his teeth. He refused to mention the pain in a certain wrong place.

...F*CK YOU ALL!!! I AM THE TRUE HAREM GOD EVERYONE ELSE IS FAKE!!!

HAREM DENIAL!!!! Exactly 8000 words, ha! If I had make it in time, that would have been the longest SSSC entry.

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