1 Cruel Death! New Novel : https://www.webnovel.com/book/into-the-portal-monster-invasion_20932632305147005

In the endless universe, a random planet,

Where am I, you may ask? Well, I am in a prison cell, about to be shived by 'moral defenders.'

Who are they? Well, mostly killers, killers, killers, and drug dealer killers. They are a haughty bunch think their crime is not as bad as mine, well in retrospect it might not. But I did nothing wrong either, believe me. It was all an honest misunderstanding. Let's elaborate on what happened first, so you can have a clearer understanding.

Yep! I am one of those. Checking every single hot ass passing before my eyes, yet too afraid to make a move. Single grab, accidental caress maybe. Nope, I don't have the courage for those at all. This is what makes me a loser, even though I am not that bad looking at all, because I don't have any shred of self-confidence, I am a big bad loser.

I am good looking! Not too exaggerated no, I am a simple cute looking, little of manly man, but because I don't have a shred of self-esteem, basically none, and I really can't force myself to make a move, I am cursed to live eternal singleness. And that is not all of it either. Because of my nervous checkings and lack of movements, I am a sick pervert in my workplace. Yep, I am a branded, hated pervert.

I am a very good stalker though, don't get me wrong. I mean I can find anything on any woman I want to find on the internet with minimum information. This is my godly skill. And I can calculate the peeking timing perfectly. I rarely get caught, but I get caught nonetheless. When I got caught those few times, and the reaction I had afterward, blown up my cover.

I get sweaty, my face turns red, and I shot perv beams from my eyes after I peek on women. And now, by wearing these reactions I have, show everyone in the office that I am peeking on someone, even though I don't get caught.

Gah! Being virgin sucks. If I wasn't so greenhorn, I would at least have some friends. Now I have none. Women just evade me like the plague, and men do the same because they don't want to be around me to lower their chance to hang with the girls in the office. And I am not sure why I am still able to work here, but it is full of women, so I am not really eager to quit it any time soon.

I work for a fashion magazine, with lots and lots of women co-workers. I am a photographer with godly skills, mostly thanks to my peeking skills, I am good at capturing the moment. Well, that may be the cause of why they don't fire me after all those peekings. Sure I got lots of trashing and yellings. I have been called out a pig, roach, animal, and sort but it is not that bad. I can buy my bread at the end of the day, well all those porn site memberships, blown up sex dolls, pocket pussies left me with very little, but I can live with that.

I mean I actually earn good, maybe, just maybe if I once do the deed with money, I can overcome my problems you may think. Well, obviously not. Because this junk of mine doesn't work when I go to the prostitutes, I really don't know why, but all the time oh-never-going-down-proud-rod of mine, just go down as soon as I decide to do it with money. How unlucky I am, right, RIGHT?

Gah. As I was waiting in my boss's room, waiting for another thrashing, I saw an open drawer and a diary inside. I shouldn't look at it, right? But I am a godly peeker, who should I be afraid of. None! These eyes peeked policewomen, politicians, and thugs. Of course, I will look at it.

"God, I don't know why such a cute boy is so perverted. If he dresses better, gets a decent hair cut, actually talks to women, he would surely get some. But all he does perv on women. I will give him another thrashing to make him do that stupid face of him, maybe he will explode to me and do me on this very table. When I think his virgin penis explode on my tits, it turns me on so fast, so wet I can't even stand on my feet, but all he does peek on my legs when he looks down. What a LOSER!"

What the actual hell? Is this boss of mine talking about me? I mean yes, she is on a little bit of the older side, but she is hot as hell. Even 50 years haven't forced her perky boobs, or that hard, bouncy ass, slim figure, and smooth face down. Her green eyes and crimson hairs with a perfect nose still made me think of her and polish my sword.

*Tok* *Tok* *Tok*

As I heard the heels of my boss's shoes, I put the dairy back to the drawer in the exact same position and corrected my posture, but my face got red, I started to sweat and my eyes started to fire perv beams even though I fought against it. As soon as my boss walked in noticed the signals, and started to look around. As it happened the picture on the desk was facing to my seat, and there was a loli very similar to the boss of mine, with her cute, tight ballet clothes. The boss of mine jumped on the conclusion and freaked out without rhyme or reason.

"YOU SCOUNDREL, PIECE OF SHIT. HOW ANIMAL YOU ARE, GETTING PERV ON MY BABY GRANDDAUGHTER?" she freaked out.

"It's not as you think. I was perving on something else." these were the only words I could think of at the moment. What excuse could I say to save myself from the quagmire I was sunk but this?

"Then what were you peeking at?" The boss of mine got calmer by my honesty and started to come to the reason.

'Well, What the hell! You were the one wanting this anyway.' I thought and stood up suddenly. She was the one who wanted me to do her on the table anyway. Right? RIGHT!

I jumped on her lips and started to kiss her while holding her legs to support her ass to the desk. Her tight, mini pencil skirt rose over her thighs, and I could see her crimson panties as I continued to kiss her, while tried to force my tongue in hers. She was so shocked, she just froze and let me do whatever I want. I held her legs and ripped off her pantyhose to free her milky thighs. Slid her panty as I open my zipper to take my weapon out.

And I did let it out, but it was dead silent. It was sleeping peacefully. Come on penis wake up. Wakey, wakey penis. GODDAMMIT! RISE! SHINE!

"YIP YIP!"

NOOOOOOOOOO!

What the hell had happened? Is this legendary performance anxiety? It should be, I should relax and think of something else, then it will rise on its own. Yes, I should do that. Hey, look at that cute loli with a ballet suit. She sure is cute and perky and dammit why I am getting a boner while I am checking this loli, but it got down as I am about to do the milf in front of me.

'Yes, calm down. I got an idea.' I took the picture from the desk and held it over the face of the boss of mine, "This should solve it. Let's continue."

"Desmond, YOU PIG. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" Why the hell boss of mine got crazy all of a sudden again. Here I am giving you the fantasy you were dreaming all this while, but all you care about me not looking in your eyes while we are doing it. Isn't it a bit selfish?

After the constant yelling, some of the co-workers of mine started to rally, as there was one, there became a lot. And I was holding the boss of mine on the table, as my crotch over hers, her loli grandaughter's picture over her face, my dick is basically dead with all this attention, and God is playing a prank on me, it actually went to hide inside, so my mighty long weapon now nowhere to be seen.

Yep, I am screwed.

Shived by 'Moral Defenders!' and died tragicomically. What is Moral anyway, Can I fuck it?