Opportunity for the Blessed One

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!!BAM!!

Such a great way to die. I mean everything feels so scripted. No, you tell me, have you ever seen someone die in a way I died?! Well, maybe you have, someone as unfortunate as me. Still, I don't know if I should feel pity for myself or drown in this embarrassment.

I wonder what they will call the cause of my death. Probably a truck accident. Though, it would be better if they don't pry too deep because I don't want the series of events that occurred to be published and broadcast on media. It would be embarrassing for Mom too, still…

For now, I have nothing around me. Nothing to see. Nothing to feel. With all my senses numb, I can't apprehend my current position or maybe this is the end. But, will I be staying in this way for eternity? I don't see a problem since I am already dead now, still…it will take some time to get used to this kind of loneliness. Anyway, now that I am dead, I have quite a time to reminiscent my life and… my life until now. I will be talking as if I am still alive since it's still doesn't feel real, so bear with me.

My name is Hyosuke Arata and I am a seventeen-year-old high school boy, just enjoying my student life which is not quite colorful, not quite monotonous. It seems confusing at first but that's what I feel from my perspective which is quite unique in its own way.

Basically, I am a normal boy with a normal family living a normal life if it was not for my illness or ability, whatever you call it. If you look at the world from my view, it's creepily unique. Not in a good way, not in a bad way, it has its own side of the coin, joining neither of the sides.

I have the ability to differentiate between people who put a false front in front of others and the one who is originally bold and upfront.

I was born in Tokyo and am still living there. My parents met each other in Kazukabe and they married each other in Tokyo prefecture. Their chemistry and the whole love story are quite complicated but it's no use bringing that up here right now.

I grew up seeing black and black my whole life, not because I am blind or anything or because I lived on some no Sun planet, but because almost everyone around me had their faces black. Not like paint but a dark smoke always surrounded their face, representing a fake smile, from the start to the end. For the longest time, I thought that it was quite a natural phenomenon until I got my own brain to think. As I grew older, I realized that it's naturally unnatural and I am being weird. But it didn't go away. Gradually, I got used to it and the people around me.

Of course, I felt lonely and scared at first but there were many who had no mask like that, including my mom. The first time I understood its implication was when I started to notice the increase in the flare of the smoke when someone acted like a hypocrite or is putting on a facade.

Sometimes, when I look at the mirror myself, I see the same black smiling face on my face. In the past, I tried to remove it many times but it didn't go away since I am also one of those hypocritical people. If nothing, this helped me mature psychologically and now I am able to understand the decisions people make and sometimes calculate their reasoning and the weird actions they all make sometimes.

I don't know if I should be proud of it since I don't think I need to have an adult thinking when I am just an adolescent.

Anyway, that's what I am. My past, my present, and…no future, I guess.

It's not been that long but I am already feeling bored. But I don't have my senses to feel anything, yohohohoho!!

Ehm, I should stop it.

Hmm? Wait, I can hear something. So they do have quite a crowd gathered in the afterlife. I was worried for nothing.

Suddenly, I feel something touching my body. I don't know what it is but it's dangerous. The audibility of the voice has increased but it's still not clear enough. On the other side, I can finally feel the touch. They are hands and that too quite a many. They are touching my legs and slowly move towards the thighs. But they don't stop there. The hands slowly slide between my legs and touch my…'Ah'… spot.

Wait, am I dreaming right now?? It has to be a dream because what I am feeling right now is just a worldwide fantasy and cannot turn into a reality.

The voice becomes perfectly clear now as I hear them talking to each other and commenting on my little Arata. The voices are female and I am straight, so don't be confused and just envy me.

"Nee-nee, I thought we were just hunting adults." Alone from her voice, she seems adult and the same is with the other one. No one is a minor here. "We shouldn't have picked this boy up." She says in a worried tone with no hint of guilt in it.

"Men will always be men." Okay, to be honest, this voice is quite seductive in its own way. "It's better to take care of them before they turn into thirsty wolves." The way she is saying it makes me wonder if she is the thirsty one.

"I mean, he can't get it up at all. I wonder if he's impotent, poor kid." She says my worst reality without any buffering. I would like to see if she has that mask on or not.

"It's more like, no one ever popped his cherry." Well, that's true but it's not related to you at all so stop connecting it. "He has yet to taste the real deal." No, no chance. I bet you won't be able to help me at all. It's my problem and I am aware of it.

This whole supernatural ability thing left me with a drawback, okay, many drawbacks. One of which is I can't arouse myself. The whole excitement and lust, I don't feel it. Whenever I watch cultured videos, their faces are all stamped with that creepy smile and it just doesn't feel right to do it like that. Yeah, even when I look at an image, I can see the smoke.

Basically, I am not a natural impotent but have become one due to these circumstances. Anyway, from their talks I have understood one thing. I am alive. I am freaking alive. I would have shouted my heart out and jumped around like crazy if I could. Only if I could.

My hands, tied up. My legs, locked up. My mouth filled up with who knows what, maybe something… And my eyes tied up, probably with a black cloth. Looks like incubation before my slaughtering if not for some human experiment purposes.

All of a sudden, one of the hands reaches out to my phallus and starts to touch it. They move it round and round and…and I won't go into detail since I am not a female and most of you are not interested.

"Mff…mff…ffmm" I try to speak something in order to make them aware that I am awake. I am not liking this hospitality anyways.

"Nee-nee looks like he's awake." Yup, I am. "Should we remove those tissues from his mouth?!" Tissues, huh! "Maybe, he's trying to tell us something." Yeah, have a change of heart.

"What are we doing here?! You think it's child play?!" The older sister says out loud with everyone silent around.

"Also, you, little boya!!" Oh, I am a boya now. Feels good to become one. "Did you hang this thing just for embellishments?!" It does not react to pedos, you bi*ch. "Why doesn't it give any response to me?!" Even if I tell you, you won't let me go so just carry on.

"Let's throw him away, nee-nee." Eh?? "He's not of much use anyway. We need someone or something genuine." It's not like I am fake, but who cares.

Everything's fine as long as I get to run away from these lunatic feminists. I mean, yeah, I don't reject feminism but they are acting like someone drilled some divine knowledge inside their brain making them the absolute nominator.

"Yeah, he's useless." And she was being so thirsty up until now, "But I can't let him leave like this. He has hurt my pride." Wait, what?! You have been insulting me for so long and I am the culprit here. "I am losing my will as a woman." I can hear the weeping which does seem genuine. But like what? Is this how real lunatics act?!

"Is your brain dead from inside, nee-nee?!" Yeah, this is how they act. "Just do what you want to do! We don't have time to waste here." Whoa, so she can shout on her older sister like that. Or maybe she's the real mastermind behind it all. Anything can happen in this accursed world.

"No need to shout at me like that. I have already decided what to do." Oh? Let's see where your decision and my optimism take me to. "Let's cut off his d*ck! He will look better without this thing always hanging like a piece of extra baggage." She replies with not so surprising reaction.

Eh?

Ehhh?

Ehhhhhhhh?

Wait, no, I mean, they will cut it off?! Are they sane?

Ah, so the news was real. No this is not the time to think about that. What should I do?! What can I do?! Only one word comes to mind right now.

Nothing.

All my emotions start to fuel up as I shake with my body with all the forcefulness that my jurisdiction allows. My legs, my hands, even my immobile body, everything shakes like a vibrator…forget it.

"Oho?! He's finally responding to something." The older sister continues with her talk while I am quavering like an idiot. "Don't worry, I won't kill you boya!" What's with this change of heart? "I will just carve out your testicles and leave you alive in the graveyard." So she's going to cut it off after all.

"No problem if you will leave him alive, nee-nee. Go on." Yeah, right. So much for a change of heart.

With the sound of smirking and giggling, I feel myself getting close to my death a second time. The clean sound of knives or other sharp materials rubbing each other is making my body shiver and feel the goosebumps, the real one.

The hands once again, start from the legs and start moving towards the thighs. The only difference is the cold feeling that I am getting whenever that metal touches my body. Soon, the train moves forward with the next destination being my little Arata. I hear the knife sliding between my legs and then…

!!Chirrrrrrrrr!!