Chapter 2: The World God's Jealousy

Chapter 2: The World God's Jealousy

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'Where…?'

'What…?'

When his eyes opened again, he found himself in a realm bathed in ethereal light. Before him stood a figure of immense power and presence—the World God.

"Welcome." A cold and dominating sound resounded throughout the entire area, causing the atmosphere to shift. The voice echoed with authority, its commanding presence demanding attention.

Clad in plain white clothes, which all souls were adorned with upon arrival, Vaughn's gaze shifted to the magnificent figure before him.

The World God was the epitome of masculine beauty, dressed in a regal golden outfit that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. His six-foot-tall frame exuded power and confidence, every inch of his chiseled body a testament to his divine nature. The World God's features were sculpted to perfection, and his appearance was that of a true macho man, radiating an irresistible charm that captivated all who beheld him.

With an enchanting smile that could captivate any soul, the World God possessed an irresistible charm that added to his magnetic appeal. His features were a harmonious blend of strength and beauty, displaying a rugged handsomeness that could make hearts skip a beat.

Vaughn's anxiety was evident as he gathered his courage to reply to the authoritative presence of the World God.

"Yes?" Vaughn spoke, his voice carrying a mix of apprehension and curiosity. It was strange how his voice remained unchanged, despite the lack of a tangible body. There was a surreal quality to the situation, as if Vaughn's essence alone stood before the embodiment of cosmic power.

The World God's expression hardened as he looked upon Vaughn, his handsome face contorted into a smirk of derision. He took a step closer, towering over Vaughn with his imposing stature. The air around them crackled with divine energy as the World God prepared to deliver his cutting remarks.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" the World God's voice boomed, laced with a hint of scorn.

"Huh? What?" Vaughn's voice faltered, his brows furrowing in further confusion as he continued to gaze at the mad-handsome middle-aged man standing before him. The World God's imposing presence and disdainful tone left him at a loss for words.

"Pathetic," the World God sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "To think you would meet your end in such a pitiful manner. A virgin until the very end. How utterly disappointing."

"Wh-what the fuck!?" Vaughn blurted out, his confusion and frustration growing with every passing moment. He couldn't wrap his head around the situation and the enigmatic figure before him.

"Who are you even?" Vaughn's voice wavered, a mixture of fear and curiosity lacing his words. He felt a deep sense of unease, standing face to face with a being of such immense power and authority.

"And what end?" Vaughn retorted, his voice laced with defiance.

The World God's gaze lingered upon Vaughn, an amused glint in his eyes. He could sense the mortal's ignorance, the veil of oblivion that shielded him from the truth of his own demise.

"You pitiful soul, don't you realize that you are dead?" The World God's voice rang out with a touch of disdain, shattering Vaughn's illusions and forcing him to confront the harsh reality.

"What...?" Vaughn's voice trembled, his mind struggling to process the shocking revelation that had been laid bare before him.

It didn't take Vaughn long to grasp the undeniable truth of his situation. In that pivotal moment —he was face to face with a deity, a GOD.

Vaughn's voice faltered as he attempted to form a response, his mind still reeling from the revelation of his own mortality and the presence of the divine.

"I…"

Before he could utter a single word, the God's voice cut through the air, dripping with disdain and disappointment.

"Pathetic ending, that's what I hate the most."

Vaughn's heart sank, his eyes widening in disbelief at the World God's harsh words. He stammered, trying to find his voice amidst the overwhelming presence of the divine being. "I... I didn't mean for it to end like that…I... I was just seeking... pleasure."

The World God's laughter reverberated through the realm, its echoes filling the space around them. "Oh, pleasure, you say?" he mocked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is that what you call it?"

With each word, the World God's disdain grew more palpable, his voice a mixture of superiority and contempt. Vaughn realized that the World God would not offer him understanding or mercy.

"Having not helped anyone in your life and wasted your entire time in your room, the crimes you had committed in your previous life are yet to be forgiven!" the World God's voice thundered, seething with contempt and judgment.

"Haha."

"Pleasure? You are to be punished!"

"What?"

Vaughn was left utterly speechless, his mouth agape in astonishment. He could only manage a bewildered stare, unable to find the words to express his overwhelming emotions.

Deep within the World God's divine facade, a hidden turmoil stirred. Buried beneath his mocking demeanor was a seething jealousy that threatened to consume him. He watched as Vaughn openly embraced his desires, indulging in the pleasure of self-gratification, and it awakened a longing within the deity that he could never fulfill.

The World God's envy stemmed from a forbidden desire that dwelled within him. He had tried it once, eons ago, and the experience had left him in an intoxicating state of bliss that he could never forget. But alas, the World God was an image of purity and divinity, bound by his own celestial rules and responsibilities. Such indulgence was strictly forbidden for a god of his stature.

What was he so worried about?

Masturbation!

In the heavenly realm, Vaughn was bestowed with a peculiar title: the God of Masturbation. This peculiar honor was not without reason, for among all the humans, he possessed an unparalleled potency. Throughout his entire life, he had already engaged in this pleasurable activity over a staggering 100,000 times.

Funny cause even in his dreams he would do that and apparently that was included in the calculation.

'I, the almighty and revered World God, can't do something a mere mortal can?'

'How dare he have that privilege?'

'How dare others call him the God Of Masturbation?'

The World God's encounters with such pleasures were strictly regulated. Once every thousand years, the World God was granted a single opportunity to engage in physical intimacy with his wife, solely for the purpose of procreation and continuing the divine lineage. But it was far from the freedom Vaughn experienced, the freedom to explore pleasure without constraints.

Despite his divine authority, the World God was not immune to the allure of earthly pleasures. His jealousy burned like an eternal flame, hidden deep within his divine heart. Yet, he had to maintain his image of superiority and purity, even as the desire to taste the forbidden fruit gnawed at his very being.

"How dare you..." the World God's voice murmured with anger and disdain.

"What...?" Vaughn's voice barely escaped his lips, his ears straining to catch the faint sound of the World God's response.