Since he was born, the universe has presented him with the primordial gift, the system.  His wishes would easily come true, with a little help from the universe they would make everything better.  Left in the orphanage, since when you have a memory, and had a very difficult life there.
  there was already a rage in his heart for his failed life, for the abuses he suffered, his classmates, there at the orphanage the watchman who also worked there mistreated him and one day I beat him up and that led to total delirium.

 Cover photo: I don't have permission.

(I DO NOT OWN DC COMICS, MARVEL COMICS OR ANIME THAT IS MENTIONED IN THIS BOOK

I ONLY OWN MY OC)

A story about Yuri, a perverted human Mage, and Sari, a serious and cool Elven knight. A cute and extremely erotic tale set in a fantasy world and following the two female lovers working together as Adventurers and spending their days enjoying life as well as themselves.

WARNING: This story contains a lot of nudity, adult words, sex, and sexual play and acts

As I watch the teenagers around me wasting their life away, I cannot help but wonder why has the world become this? Why did the girls go from wearing modest and beautiful attire to straight up nudity, its not a movement its more showing off our 10-day Sixpack bodies.
 I hate that even guys have expectations for girls around them now, these expectations come from what they see in music videos, and movies– Girls around me say. But aren't these expectations what we girls give them? We let them get these thoughts.
 I also hate that the world has become a place of disgust and controversy. Why has it become like this? What makes it go from top to bottom, what makes it go from glow up to glow down, what made it suddenly go from an A to an F?
 "Why"is all I ca manage to murmur out, yet I will forever ponder upon that question, no one knows the the answer to.
 Wanna know why? Its us! Were the  answers! Were the killer in every  cliche 80's horror movie! Were the bad guy here. Not social media. Not comics. Not porno. Not tv-shows nor music videos its all on us. We let our imagination speak out loud and this is the result. The result is that were not moving forward were moving backwards, and we know that. Yet we just don't give a single f*ck and watch in amusement with popcorn in our right hand and enjoy the show.
~A smart intellectual

A feelings is mutual an smart intellectual once said, one may expect these feelings this hurt,desire,passion,lust,anger,sadness,obsession, romance(and more..) to stop eventually. But they never did that to me. 

I wrote a book in real life and after fair consideration I've agreed on publishing it. Please don't hate or anything on it I'm not the best poet, I just write what's on my heart:) Some are rhymes, song lyrics and even poetry with only sounds.

Yumi spent Sunday at the home of mother Sayuri, with whom her younger sister Mari also lived. She painted her nails pink in the garden, which was in the back of the house, while listening to her album Mellow Gold on the discman. Since the events of that magical night when she soared through the skies, Yumi has seen people and the world differently. It was scary to see the gigantic bird, which she thought was the Tengu monster bird, which would lead her to suicide. On the other hand, the discovery of a superhuman power opened up a range of possibilities that she would not hesitate to use.
The first person he thought of was Shin, certainly. She was not vindictive, on the contrary. The girl was almost always silly and resilient. His goals were more grandiose. They covered the subjugated women of Japan. Her mother, co-workers, longtime friends. He would not hesitate to take justice into his own hands against these cowards, inconveniences that used the supposed superior authority of the male century to ****, repress, manipulate and humiliate women. Why couldn't she use this recently known gift of hers? Maybe she was an Amazon and didn't even know it? Like in comics? So it was your duty to face evil. And she would do that.
Smile as these ideas danced in your mind. His mother was shaking her head reproachfully. I brought lemonade in the jar and two glasses. He motioned for the headphones to be removed.
- What's going on in that little head? That little smile I know well. - Said the mother, sitting down and pouring the refreshment for both of them.
- Mother. Have you thought about what you would do if you had super powers?
- Like a heroine? Like these comics?
- It's mom. Don't laugh, no. I'm serious here.
- Know. Talking serious? So are you saying this could be? How to fly, have x-ray vision or have an impenetrable body like steel?
- Forget it. You don't know how to talk.
- You are a very distracted girl. Don't you have serious and real problems to worry about? Like Shin? Is he still bothering you?
- Shin. You are right. I have this problem. I'll take care of him. - He stated emphatically, got up and left. The mother went after her, claiming several and justifiable reasons for her not to leave. It was Sunday, in a few minutes her father would arrive, her nails would not dry and would stain. They would have lunch together like every Sunday. But Yumi ignored all calls. The living flame in his eyes showed all the energy in it. Like a battery, it recharged and finding the right stimulus, nothing or anyone could stop it. And there could be no better stimulus than a disgusting man like that. Before it there were others, after it there would be more. He wouldn't stop. Unless someone interfered.
But how would she do what she had to do, being specific about the message to be given and that it would have the intended effect? Well, she learned, in one of those phrases that are read on truck bumpers, that: "Nobody has the most overwhelming power to hurt a man, without touching a finger, than the woman."
The megalopolis has never looked so big as it does now. It was the same Tokyo, the same buildings, antennas, avenues and crosswalks that intersected, sprinkled with so many people, more than the big cities could handle. And yet, in the midst of chaos, harmony was present. The warm blood. The hot head. Imagination seething. The sins all finding who at last executed them. Yumi would be bad, that was all.
Shin, when he was not being a pain in the ass, spent his days hanging around the neighborhood or at home playing video games. In addition to your favorite hobby. One that would not be answered in a questionnaire that asks what your favorite hobby is. Shin was spying on women with a micro camera that was hidden inside an old deactivated electrical distribution box, conveniently positioned very close to the ceiling. During repairs to the company last year, it was considered to remove the box, but this would be done as part of a larger and more laborious project, the replacement of the entire electrical part of the company, which was not done.
Behind him, without realizing it, Yumi watched with disgust. Would he endure it to the end without taking action? The pervert pumped the cream in his hand, after separating some tissues and manipulated his penis by caressing it, lightly passing his fingers one by one until they were at the base of his member and he went up holding firmly and moving repeatedly up and down. But before he really got carried away with his disgusting craft, he had the feeling of being watched, looked back, but Yumi, with quick reflexes, hid and he didn't see her.
Excited by his poor victims, caught in intimate situations without their knowing it, Shin advanced the tape on the VCR to the point where Yumi appeared on the scene. She knew there was nothing that could come of that despicable being. Even so, I was not prepared for this.
The recording followed with Yumi entering the box, lowering her skirt and sitting on the toilet. The voyeur climaxed in his excitement as he heard the sound of Yumi's urine dripping and falling into the toilet. The strong jet expelled made him think of the vagina in it and how pleasurable it could be to penetrate it. However, he did not expect that anything could hinder his manual activity almost in its outcome. A noise from the kitchen made him interrupt the shameful spectacle and he went to see what it was. Yumi, dropping a broom, had made the noise on purpose to be able to act. She managed to set up her ingenious plan before he came back and finished the show.
He was satisfied with her in the only way that was possible and with his semen falling apart in his groin and leg and running down the sofa, without cleaning himself he continued advancing the scenes on the tape. Then he went to the fridge, grabbed a beer and continued to touch himself. It was two, three times, until he was satisfied. The delightful images for the perverted man did not show much except for quick moments when women undressed from the waist down and dried off. The angle at which the camera was positioned only registered one of the showers, which was a little frustrating, but it did not make complete nudity totally unfeasible. Many were changing in front of the mirror and talking among themselves. They put on makeup, talked, laughed. Even not hearing what they said, this interaction between them allowed him to fantasize and get lost in the filthy madness of his head.
After a while, eight hours to be exact, Shin woke up disoriented and sick. Under the influence of some drug that had made him erase, he supposed. Sitting in the chair of his office, naked, listening to the noise of colleagues around him calling him perverted, perverted, maniac, psychopath and as many more adjectives as needed to qualify his actions. From a television set over a portable hack, images from the hidden camera were transmitted. It read, written on his chest with black permanent marker, this: "I am the pervert who records the intimacy of women inside the ladies' room."

What do you know about the origin of everything? You were there? Can you deny what the book of the four will reveal on its pages? Can you say? How to deal with such devastating power. A book that, if read, can bring up ancient, silenced nightmares. The life of Reinaldo and others, unfortunates like him, will change completely when he comes into contact with this simple artifact, apparently, a book, but which in essence manifests in its content echoes of ages so distant and somber that they can drive those who read them mad.
Forget all the unanswered questions that humanity has been asking itself for centuries and ask yourself a single question. What is the book of four? If you dare to embark on this, be warned. I am not responsible for your sanity during and especially after reading. Good luck.



After the first lesson Min Noe and La Eon met lots of people, they observed animals, birds and plants too. They went to the river. PACEEs taught them swimming and bathing too. They enjoyed a lot in these activities. Tulu PACEE and Krafu PACEE explained to them the basic meaning of Arts. They became eager to learn more. 

 
 

The next day Mukta PACEE started his teaching to both of them; 

“As I have already told you that Religion was considered as the path towards peace and emancipation. The main goal of religion was to find the truth and self-being but Humans forgot it and they transformed it into a tool to rule weaklings. This is an irony that Humans always tried to rule Humans. The pride and selfishness of Humans fragmented a single religion into many religions. Even, a single religion was different from one group of thoughts to another. So ultimately, the 'Religious War' broke out and it wiped off the past History of Humans. Therefore, it gave a chance to establish a new beginning of HUMANATES, even though it always was chaotic.” 

“I knew that many Divine-Humans tried to bring unity and integrity in religions. Buddha, Tao, Mahabir, Krishna, and Jesus were some of them. They urged Humans to respect each other and stay in peace and love. Though they could not succeed completely. The pride and selfishness of Humans did not allow to bring integrity among Humans. They always sought power and supremacy. Humans forgot Religiosity so they created their own Path of pride in the name of Religion.” 

 
 

‘Divine-Humans are those who are free of Pride and Selfishness as other normal Humans are. They spent their whole life for the emancipation and salvation of Humans. Salvation means to recognize the inner existence of self-being. Salvation also means to be with and not to be with at once.” 

 
 

“In this way, we PACEEs have always tried to follow the path shown by those Divine-Humans. Our Guru Farbhu believed that religion should be religious in any cost. It should not be enchained under the narrow thoughts of Humans.” 

“Let me tell you about the nudity of PACEE people. You people developed Protecting-substance which protects you from the hot temperature. You, people are against Nudity but we, PACEEs always believed in nudity. This is the truth of Nature. Look around! All the plants, animals, and planets are in their true form of nudity. So we, PACEEs believe in nudity. We do not feel shame to be nude. You both are confused to see our bare BODIES and organs. But let me tell you when you two will recognize the true nature of self-being, then you will forget nudity and shame, rather you will experience the Great ecstasy of being nude.” 

 

After the end of the class, La and Min went to the neighboring house where a man had died. He was buried into the ground. The dead body was not disposed of as HUMANATES used to do in their Countries. They used to turn brain into Hi-Psyche and burn the body into ashes using the burning machine. PACEE people showed high respect and gratitude to the dead body. The most important incident that surprised them was the loud sound produced by the family members of that dead man. So La Eon asked Mukta. 

“What are they doing?” 

“They are weeping.’ 

 
 

Both Krafu PACEE and Tulu PACEE taught both of them about some of the important aspects of Arts in the evening.

AFTER 10000 YEARS, is a novella on an imaginative story about Humans who will be known as Humanates in those days? The story begins with the beginning of the war of their pride. Humanates are the successors of today's Humans. The story is a fictional answer to the quest for Human life after thousands of years.


Note: use an appendix, and pronunciation of each word are given in a footnote.

The next room turned out to be the bedroom Sheila shared with Lucia, her partner. The bookcases and several artfully done watercolor portraits of lightly clad women adorned the golden-yellow walls of hand-hewn pine planks.
A queen-size, four-poster bed overlaid with a beautiful handmade quilt took up one wall. An antique handcrafted wrought iron table lamp with a stained-glass shade provided most of the light for the room. The remainder came in the form of the hazy glimmer of smoldering embers within the stone hearth.
An impressive woody-brown bearskin carpeted the floor at the fireside and several hefty throw pillows offered comfy seating. Overall, the pleasantly warm and dimly-lit room had an elegant and cozy aura about it.
The colony's mistress retrieved an amber-colored bottle and two glasses from the bookshelf and sat down on the furry floor.
"Would you care to join me in a glass of home-brewed brandy?" Sheila asked. Her hand patted a spot next to her side and she beckoned me to sit.
"Sure, but only if you make mine a double," I answered and lowered my body to the rug.
Tempting as it was, I decided not to ask for a triple. Perhaps later, this will do for now.
I took a sip of the offered spirits. The silky-warm glow of liquid heaven slipped down my throat as smooth as glass.
"Tell me, Dennis, how at-ease are you with public displays of nudity?" Sheila invited before taking a swallow.
The drink nearly snorted out of my nose as I coughed and choked in shock at her weird question.
"Don't gotta problem with casual nudity," I said as I fought to regain my composure. "Back in the day, I visited lots of unclothed beaches in my lifetime."
"Did you undress or only visit as a voyeur?"
"Yes, I got as sunburned as everyone else. Why do you ask?"
"FYI, our dress code is clothing optional when we're home. Most of us go skyclad when we aren't working or cooking or if safety requires, we remain covered up. I'm glad you're comfortable with this," Sheila said as she pulled her sweater over her head and revealed her braless chest.
I used to think myself as jaded as jewelry, and nothing would surprise me. Wrong.
She folded her garment neatly, rose to her knees, unbuckled her blue denims, and slid them down to her ankles. My eyes widened in wonder. Sheila wore no underwear, and her unclad body exhibited no trace of tan bands. My head spun.
The same dizzy sensation I had when standing at the edge of a cliff swept over me in a wave of cultural vertigo. I struggled to keep my mental balance. The standard familiar landmarks outlining the boundaries of acceptable behavior were either missing or obscured in this strange new world. After placing her jeans on top of her pullover, she leaned back on her pillow and closed her eyes.
"Aha, much better. I'm getting to the point where I almost despise attire," the leader said with a deep sigh.
I took a second to examine Sheila's exposed body and paused to engrave the image in my memory for later replay. The moment might make more sense the second time around. Her tanned breasts had thus far won the war with gravity. Apart from a few stretch marks, they were teenage-firm. Nice.
Except for a few creases above a thin patch of reddish-brown hair, Sheila's toned and brown body was almost wrinkle-free. She was in better physical shape than most women half her age and me. She could've been a high mileage thirty-year-old. Whatever the odometer reading, the view was soft on the eyes.
Her face had the typical lines and weather-worn features of someone who spent most of their life outdoors. She opened her eyes and caught me studying her body.
"Do I meet with your approval?"
Damn! Stone-cold busted.
"er, sorry," I blushed and half-smiled.
"Didn't mean to stare. It's not often I find myself alone with a naked lady I've only just now met," I stammered.
"This whole thing is way too wild. Talk about being on the wrong side of easy; you're nude, and you tell me an entire flock of natural jaybirds is roosting beyond this door." My eyes darted about the room, "and, err, all this, this place half-way to nowhere, a few dozen zip-codes away from my comfort zone. I need time to process."
Taking a deep breath, I hesitated for a moment and glanced about.
"Take this cabin, for example, almost new, ten or fifteen years old at most and it must have cost a fortune. What'd you guys do? Win the lottery or something?" I said, waving my arms about the room.
"You're either a wonderfully good guesser or a rather lucky boy. Luck is how this place came to be. Remember twenty years ago when everyone freaked out over an unclaimed seventy-five million dollar jackpot? It was the sisters and me," Sheila said with a wink.
"We cashed the ticket on the last day after taking a year to plan and set up a corporation to hold and claim the prize. We elected to fly under the radar. We didn't want the media attention. I'm sure you can understand." She caressed my thigh.
"You needed tons of supplies to build this place, and there ain't no roads in or out of the glen. How the hell did you construct this mansion? "
"We cut and milled the wood we required on site. A French Canadian heavy-lift helicopter service hauled in everything necessary to complete this building and several utility structures. I'll give you and Darlene a tour tomorrow," Sheila offered.
I nodded and reached into my shirt pocket. A smoke would calm my nerves.
With cigarettes in my hand, I asked, "Okay, if I light up?"
"What! Cigarettes? It's been years!" She took the pack from my hand and emptied two cigarettes out before setting the pack next to her leg.
Sheila gave me one before rolling on her stomach. Her legs spread a little wider for increased stability as she inched forward and reached into the fireplace and searched for an unburned sprig to use as a match.
Each rounded cheek of her firm, compact, and well-tanned fanny was on vivid display, as was the scenery in the valley between. The little guy in my shorts stiffened in response to the vision before me. Damn, I'm going to have to control my aging and raging hormones in check if nudity is going to be the new normal. I had a hunch becoming aroused every time one of the women of the colony bent over wouldn't pass muster.
Reaching into my pants-pocket, I pulled out my Bic and lit my cigarette. I took a thankful puff and studied Sheila while she worked to ignite her twig. I tapped her leg and offered my torch.
Sheila relaxed against her cushion for the next few minutes and puffed away at her first cigarette in years. "Gosh! I had forgotten how much I enjoyed nicotine." She laughed and blew a perfect smoke ring, paused, and exhaled another.
"Keep the pack; my treat. Plenty more in the car."
My eyes followed the misty circles until they dissolved in the air. I was impressed. Not many smokers can blow quality cloud-circles.
"How much is plenty more?" Sheila asked.
"I brought enough to roll at least twenty-four thousand cigarettes. Enough to last a few years." I told Sheila about my bulk tobacco purchase in Rifle, Colorado.
My eyes kept drifting back to Sheila's chest and down to her thighs as we talked.
"I know staring is rude. You're an attractive woman and it's difficult to keep my eyes from wandering." I twitched.
"So I see, don't worry about it. I didn't give you much warning. This was a test. I wanted to know how you would handle female nudity. You did fine," Sheila replied with a grin.
"Honestly, I'm flattered when someone, even if it's a man, admires my body." She stated and smiled at my crotch.
"I understand the usual norms around social nudity, and unwanted sexual aggression isn't included. Nudity doesn't give a man permission to grope or gawk. I get it."
I averted my eyes and rested my hand on my lap, for safety's sake.
"Hmm, almost a feminist viewpoint. Not bad for a man. Perhaps you'll fit in here after all." Sheila stretched and stood on her tiptoes as circulation returned to her legs.
"Dinner-time is almost over. We need to get to the dining room before nothing is left," she said and extended her hand.
I have the creaky joints of a man twice my years.

High in the mountains of western Colorado, a homeless Vietnam veteran stumbles upon a pagan cult of female survivalists. They have killed intruders in the past and are willing to kill again to keep their society a secret. To survive, he must earn the trust of a hostile and skeptical sisterhood.

The next room turned out to be the bedroom Sheila shared with Lucia, her partner. The bookcases and several artfully done watercolor portraits of lightly clad women adorned the golden-yellow walls of hand-hewn pine planks.
A queen-size, four-poster bed overlaid with a beautiful handmade quilt took up one wall. An antique handcrafted wrought iron table lamp with a stained-glass shade provided most of the light for the room. The remainder came in the form of the hazy glimmer of smoldering embers within the stone hearth.
An impressive woody-brown bearskin carpeted the floor at the fireside and several hefty throw pillows offered comfy seating. Overall, the pleasantly warm and dimly lit room had an elegant and cozy aura about it.
The colony's mistress retrieved an amber-colored bottle and two glasses from the bookshelf and sat down on the furry floor.
"Would you care to join me in a glass of home-brewed brandy?" Sheila asked. Her hand patted a spot next to her side and she beckoned me to sit.
"Sure, but only if you make mine a double," I answered and lowered my body to the rug.
Tempting as it was, I decided not to ask for a triple. Perhaps later, this will do for now.
I took a sip of the offered spirits. The silky-warm glow of liquid heaven slipped down my throat as smooth as glass.
"Tell me, Dennis, how at-ease are you with public displays of nudity?" Sheila invited before taking a swallow.
The drink nearly snorted out of my nose as I coughed and choked in shock at her weird question.
"Don't gotta problem with casual nudity," I said as I fought to regain my composure. "Back in the day, I visited lots of unclothed beaches in my lifetime."
"Did you undress or only visit as a voyeur?"
"Yes, I got as sunburned as everyone else. Why do you ask?"
"FYI, our dress code is clothing optional when we're home. Most of us go skyclad when we aren't working or cooking or if safety requires, we stay covered up. I'm glad you're comfortable with this," Sheila said as she pulled her sweater over her head and revealed her braless chest.
I used to think myself as jaded as jewelry, and nothing would surprise me. Wrong.
She folded her garment neatly, rose to her knees, unbuckled her blue denims, and slid them down to her ankles. My eyes widened in wonder. Sheila wore no underwear, and her unclad body exhibited no trace of tan bands. My head spun.
The same dizzy sensation I had when standing at the edge of a cliff swept over me in a wave of cultural vertigo. I struggled to keep my mental balance. The standard familiar landmarks outlining the boundaries of acceptable behavior were either missing or obscured in this strange new world. After placing her jeans on top of her pullover, she leaned back on her pillow and closed her eyes.
"Aha, much better. I'm getting to the point where I almost despise attire," the leader said with a deep sigh.
I took a second to examine Sheila's exposed body and paused to engrave the image in my memory for later replay. The moment might make more sense the second time around. Her tanned breasts had thus far won the war with gravity. Apart from a few stretch marks, they were teenage firm. Nice.
Except for a few creases above a thin patch of reddish-brown hair, Sheila's toned and brown body was almost wrinkle-free. She was in better physical shape than most women half her age and me. She could've been a high mileage thirty-year-old. Whatever the odometer reading, the view was soft on the eyes.
Her face had the typical lines and weather-worn features of someone who spent most of their life outdoors. She opened her eyes and caught me studying her body.
"Do I meet with your approval?"
Damn! Stone-cold busted.
"er, sorry," I blushed and half-smiled.
"Didn't mean to stare. It's not often I find myself alone with a naked lady I've only just now met," I stammered.
"This whole thing is way too wild. Talk about being on the wrong side of easy; you're nude, and you tell me an entire flock of natural jaybirds is roosting beyond this door." My eyes darted about the room, "and err, all this, this place half-way to nowhere, a few dozen zip-codes away from my comfort zone. I need time to process."
Taking a deep breath, I hesitated for a moment and glanced about.
"Take this cabin, for example, almost new, ten or fifteen years old at most and it must have cost a fortune. What'd you guys do? Win the lottery or something?" I said, waving my arms about the room.
"You're either a wonderfully good guesser or a rather lucky boy. Luck is how this place came to be. Remember twenty years ago when everyone freaked out over an unclaimed seventy-five-million-dollar jackpot? It was the sisters and me," Sheila said with a wink.
"We cashed the ticket on the last day after taking a year to plan and set up a corporation to hold and claim the prize. We elected to fly under the radar. We didn't want the media attention. I'm sure you can understand." She caressed my thigh.
"You needed tons of supplies to build this place, and there ain't no roads in or out of the glen. How the hell did you construct this mansion? "
"We cut and milled the wood we required on site. A French Canadian heavy-lift helicopter service hauled in everything necessary to complete this building and several utility structures. I'll give you and Darlene a tour tomorrow," Sheila offered.
I nodded and reached into my shirt pocket. A smoke would calm my nerves.
With cigarettes in my hand, I asked, "Okay, if I light up?"
"What! Cigarettes? It's been years!" She took the pack from my hand and emptied two cigarettes out before setting the pack next to her leg.
Sheila gave me one before rolling on her stomach. Her legs spread a little wider for increased stability as she inched forward and reached into the fireplace and searched for an unburned sprig to use as a match.
Each rounded cheek of her firm, compact, and well-tanned fanny was on vivid display, as was the scenery in the valley between. The little guy in my shorts stiffened in response to the vision before me. Damn, I'm going to have to control my aging and raging hormones in check if nudity is going to be the new normal. I had a hunch becoming aroused every time one of the women of the colony bent over wouldn't pass muster.
Reaching into my pants-pocket, I pulled out my Bic and lit my cigarette. I took a thankful puff and studied Sheila while she worked to ignite her twig. I tapped her leg and offered my torch.
Sheila relaxed against her cushion for the next few minutes and puffed away at her first cigarette in years. "Gosh! I had forgotten how much I enjoyed nicotine." She laughed and blew a perfect smoke ring, paused, and exhaled another.
"Keep the pack, my treat. Plenty more in the car."
My eyes followed the misty circles until they dissolved in the air. I was impressed. Not many smokers can blow quality cloud-circles.
"How much is plenty more?" Sheila asked.
"I brought enough to roll at least twenty-four thousand cigarettes. Enough to last a few years." I told Sheila about my bulk tobacco purchase in Rifle, Colorado.
My eyes kept drifting back to Sheila's chest and down to her thighs as we talked.
"I know staring is rude. You're an attractive woman and it's difficult to keep my eyes from wandering." I twitched.
"So I see, don't worry about it. I didn't give you much warning. This was a test. I wanted to know how you would handle female nudity. You did fine," Sheila replied with a grin.
"Honestly, I'm flattered when someone, even if it's a man, admires my body." She stated and smiled at my crotch.
"I understand the usual norms around social nudity, and unwanted sexual aggression isn't included. Nudity doesn't give a man permission to grope or gawk. I get it."
I averted my eyes and rested my hand on my lap, for safety's sake.
"Hmm, almost a feminist viewpoint. Not bad for a man. Perhaps you'll fit in here after all." Sheila stretched and stood on her tiptoes as circulation returned to her legs.
"Dinner-time is almost over. We need to get to the dining room before nothing is left," she said and extended her hand.
I have the creaky joints of a man twice my years.

The grid is down. Forever. The internet is dead and technology is toast. This is the story of what comes next.

It was Tuesday.

The day I dreaded most. 

I felt like I'm going to have palpitation, nausea and PMS all at the time.

" I don't want to be there. Do something." I pleaded with Antoine.

"You agreed to go with him. There is nothing more I could do." I frowned at his reply since it felt like he was giving me away to Mariano.

He made me wear a navy blue and expensive dress from Paris. Hermana Auring graciously assisted me with my hair and makeup.

"Wait here." He proceeded to his room. Upon returning, he had a pearl necklace with him.

"Turn around." 

"I am not wearing that." I refused to obey as I crossed my arms in front of me to show my protest. 

"Please..." 

"It's like you are dolling me up for a sale and I hate it."

"I'm not." he denied my accusation. He went behind my back and so swiftly, he put the necklace around my neck. He gently made me turn towards him. "Let me see."

I felt so embarrassed as he stared at me with satisfaction and admiration in his eyes.

"Be careful from Mariano." he warned. "A ruler away from him, do you understand? No, make that two or ten."

"Aren't you coming? Shouldn't you be my chaperone?" I was quick to say.

"I don't want to ruin your night with him. Enjoy." he told me sarcastically.

"Please..." I tugged at his sleeve. 

When he did not respond, I firmly held his arm and shook it gently.

"Would you like to have a happy ending?" I started to bribe him. "How about a beautiful and kind wife?

"I am at your mercy, Miss Author. I don't take bribes." 

I pursed my lips together, thought really hard of something that will change his mind.

A brilliant idea popped inside my one-of-a-kind mind.

If this does not work, Antoine Sta. Maria is a stone.

"You sleep nude during nights..." I began tormenting him.

It is his funny secret. 

Even though he grew up in the Philippines, he is still having a hard time acclimating with the tropical weather especially during summer.

"H-How did you know that? Did you peep on me?" he inquired with a reaction comparable to a bewildered kitten.

"Do you like me to reveal to your readers how you sleep during those extremely warm nights?" I continued to blackmail him. "Your female audience would really, really love it!" 

He was so embarrassed that he could not even look at me.

"And you sleep on a tub with nothing on too..."

"How? How did you also know that?" He blurted out. He put his hand on his forehead then totally covered his face in shame.

"Of course. I saw them all through my dreams. What if I put them into writing now so that the future could see Antoine in all his glory?"

He breathed in and out deeply.

"And do you know that I can draw too? I might even create a comics during the time when your sneaky female servant witnessed you in one hundred percent nudity."

"Alright! I understand what you are trying to imply, Miss Author. I'm coming." he finally surrendered.

I laughed victoriously as he looked at me with pleading eyes.

I defeated Antoine Sta. Maria and it feels so good.

"Is that a deal?" I held out my hand for him to shake. "If you disobey, your pet bird will be flying around in the Year 2020."

"I promise!" he instantly shook my hand to seal our agreement.

"You should, because I'm really tempted to have an illustrated version soon."

"I really do promise!" he repeated while raising his right hand like he was taking an oath. "I will follow you soon in Hacienda* delos Santos."
(A vast land with a dwelling house)

Then, we heard a knock.

He opened the door and as expected, Mariano greeted me with a winsome smile.

"Good afternoon, Bianca."

I was not able to react as he did "starstruck" me.

Admittedly, he looked impossibly dashing in a formal attire. Antoine was quick to scrutinize his entirety. I saw him frown a little like he was in deep thought.

"You are so beautiful, my lady." He broke the silence. He turned his eyes to his friend with a naughty grin. "And don't stare at me so much Antoinette, you are not my date."

"Date yourself." the latter spat out. As calm as he is, his patience seems to dwindle into half of its length when he speaks with Mariano.

"Nah! Come. Let's leave Mister Lonely." He offered his arm for me to hold on. For a while, I did not know what to do. Remembering that it was a usual gentleman's gesture to assist a lady during that time, I reluctantly held his arm.

"A-Antoine!" I called before leaving.

"Yes. I will follow you." he said with a reassuring smile. "No worries."

"Must he follow?" Mariano asked as we left him.

"Yes. He is my chaperone."

"You don't need him, honestly." he told me while assisting me with climbing the carriage. "You are safe with me."

I was extremely quiet during the trip. Starting a conversation with him just felt so uncomfortable for me.

"Did Antoine tell you something about me?" he began to speak with me in a very hushed tone. He seemed to be very mindful of his words.

"He said I should be careful from you."

"What? He said that?" he uttered with dismay. "I'm not a bad person, really."

"I know. You are just so naughty." 

"They say thay all the time." he chuckled.

Minutes passed and both of us silently watched the scenery outside. 

"Do you believe in paranormal things? Like fairies, elves, demons?" 

He got my full attention at last.

"I see ghosts and spirits." I admitted.

"Really?" he said with relief on his tone.

"I see one on your lap, a girl."

"That's why it's a bit chilly." He looked at his lap and shuddered. "Is she..."

"Yes. I think she is a succubus." I joked.

"Inang mahabagin*!" he panicked while covering his crotch. "The sun is still up and she's out on a perversion spree!"
(Filipino term for "merciful mother")

"She is kissing you right now." I told him in a serious tone. The innocent ghost with the eye empty sockets laughed, knowing the prank I had on him. I winked at her so that she'll just play along.

"Seriously? Is she...pretty?"

"Goodness! And you still have the nerve to ask that?" 

"Nah! I got you!" He moved closer to me and smirked. "My dearest is the jealous type. I knew it!."

"I-I'm not." I stuttered as my my heartbeat starts to race. My joke seemed to backfire and I hated myself for even doing it in the first place.

"Yes, you are."

"OK. Run away with your precious succubus. Bye!" 

"I'd rather run away with you..."

"Shhh..." I shushed him as I already knew how good he is in sweet talks.

"Honest..."

"Shhh..." I pouted and turned to the window's side, pretending to ignore him completely.

The ghost jumped out of the window with a wicked grin. 

Instead of speaking, he took my hand and began writing on my palm.

"Are you mad?" he spelled with his finger. "Forgive me."

I shook my head "no".

"Do you want to hear an urban legend, instead?"

"Sure." I replied.

"Can I talk?"

"Go on!"

"Ha! That was torture! Silence will kill me!" he uttered in exasperation.

"No more naughty talks." I warned him. "Tell me about that spirit. It seems interesting.

"Oh. About the maze spirit." he leaned on the seat as he started. 

"There is this certain spirit who had this bad habit of making people, especially women, lose their path on the road.

It was believed to be once a human child.

Nobody knew who his father was. He is said to be a priest's son but was never acknowledged at all.

His mother, being so tired of living in poverty, left him on a vast field. 
For so many nights and days, he roamed yet he stayed lost looking for his mother.

He died of exhaustion and starvation."

"Poor child." I muttered. "How could his mother do that to him?"

"You're right, Dear. The mother is no good. Up to this day, he follows women of childbearing age, thinking that she is his mother." he continued narrating. "Unluckily, his target also becomes lost.

In fact, there was this incident of a woman who got lost for five days. When she was found, she was incoherent and told everyone that she saw a boy of about five."

I shuddered and felt so sorry for his victims. They could have been so scared as being lost in the middle of nowhere is like "mental torture".

"Haven't we passed here before?" he wondered while observing our surroundings. "That scarecrow is very familiar."

Then, everything became as dark as twilight. The carriage halted.

"Asistio, what' s happening?" he asked the coachman. We peered at the window to check on him.

The servant was silently looking at the darkening sky. He let out a scream and ran until we could not see him in the darkness.

The horses soon became agitated that they started to run so quickly. The carriage rattled violently as it hit stones and uneven paths.

"Stay calm. I'll just restrain these
horses." He opened the door and prepared to mount on the coachman's seat.

"Stop. I got it." I heard Antoine's voice.

The horses slowed down and began running in steady strides.

"When did you get here?" I joyfully inquired him. "That was quick."

"As promised, I followed."

"I think we have a little problem here." Mariano said while pointing at another scarecrow. "This is the second time we passed here."

Meters away, a bright light, comparable to a spotlight mysteriously appeared. Then, it moved towards our direction.

Antoine pulled the reins to a halt and immediately ordered us to dismount. "Get down! Now!"

Mariano assisted me through the door. Antoine took my hand and we darted away from the carriage. 

We hid behind a tree.

Just like being vacuum-cleaned, the ride and the horses were sucked away to the sky.

Then, the persistent spotlight rushed towards us, specifically at me.

Mariano threw his coat over my head and grabbed me by the waist. He effortlessly lifted me and hauled me on his shoulder. 

"Put me down!" I yelled. 

Instead of letting me go, he tightened his grip on me and started running. 

"You're the target. Forgive me."

"I can run! Tell him, Antoine!"

"I would have done the same. We just need to cover you up."

"Is the maze spirit after me?"

"Yes." they unanimously replied.

I was shocked. 

And, enraged.

"I hate that maze spirit, Mariano! I am too young to be his mother!"

"But not too young to be my wife, eh?" he teased.

"I hate you too."

"No, you don't." he chuckled.

Naughty, naughty, Mariano!

Antoine Sta. Maria is almost the perfect gentleman.

He is rich, kind, otherworldly handsome and with an air of mystery.

He is the type of man ladies would be proud to introduce to their parents and marry.

However, he has one big flaw: he is a fictional character. A being that seemingly only exists in Bianca's mind.

Her Obra Maestra.

Her masterpiece.

Bianca's hobby is writing about the paranormal. He is the product of dreams she had at night.

Young girls went crazy over him.

She wrote about him yet she finds him unattractive and weird. Maybe because majority of him was based on her childhood friend Anthony, who has long been gone. 

She did not care about "fiction Antoine" that much.

One day, she was mysteriously trapped inside her fantasy world and found herself face to face with her created character.

Being with him in person, she began
to understand and see that he is a better man than the fictional character she thought him to be.

She realized that Antoine Sta. Maria is a lot more "real" than the fiction book she created about him.

#Gentlemen are still the best

Story started on November 30, 2017.

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"Kodansha Comics?"
Meng Fan didn't know much Japanese, but he could read most of the words on the business card Goro Takahashi gave him. Mr. Takahashi was an editor at Kodansha Comics. Given the style of the business card, he wasn't an average editor either.
This was a pleasant surprise for Meng Fan!
Before and after he was reborn, his sisters sponsored him with many gifts on this trip. Before the rebirth, he was most interested in CV concerts and "meet and greets." Now, he was more interested in visiting Shueisha Comics and meeting the comic artist Eiichiro Oda.
Of course, before the rebirth, he also loved manga and would have liked to visit Shueisha Comics and meet Eiichiro Oda. The visit, however, would just have been a regular visit.
Now, the purpose of his visit would be different.
If he was rewriting his life, what would he need?
Manga would undoubtedly be a big part of his new life!
He didn't realize one of the hostages was an editor, and a senior one at that, from a comics publisher. This was fantastic news for Meng Fan.
Perhaps it was Good Luck +1 in effect? It was a big coincidence.
Kodansha Comics was one of Japan's three largest comic publishers. The other two are Shueisha Comics and Shogakukan Comics. Together, the three manga publishers are known as the Gosanke.
Most of the Japanese comics popular with fans worldwide came from these three manga publishers.
Kodansha Comics is known as an advancing giant in the industry.
The publisher with the longest history, Kodansha Comics, is regarded as the boss of publishers (not just comics) in Japan. It has serialized "Attack on Titan,""GetBackers,""Fairy Tail,""Initial D,""Legend of the Dragon's Son,""Vagabond,""Ghost in the Shell,""The Three-Eyed One,""SM,""Card Captor,""The Tales of Genji,""Parasyte," and other well-known mangas.
Shogakukan Comics is a publisher known for comics for kids and teens.
As one of the largest comprehensive publishers in Japan, Shogakukan Comics focused on elementary school students as its audience early on. Based on the names of its comics, it's obvious that it has published many children's classics, some of which had even mesmerized grown ups, including: "Case Closed,""Pokémon,""Doraemon,""Urusei Yatsura,""Ranma ½,""Inuyasha," and many more.
Shueisha Comics is a publisher with some of the most talented comic artists in the industry.
Shueisha Comics publishes many comic magazines for teens, the most well-known of which is Weekly Shōnen Jump, which has the highest circulation in Japan's serialized comics. The magazine has released plenty of hits such as "One Piece,""Naruto,""Bleach,""Gin Tama,""Dragon Ball,""Yu-Gi-Oh!""Saint Seiya,""Slam Dunk,""Chibi Maruko-chan,""Food Wars!" and so on.
Other comic houses within Shueisha Comics have released legendary comics including: "To Love Ru,""One Punch Man,""Tokyo Ghoul,""The Prince of Tennis,""NANA," and more.
The number of comic classics published and serialized by Shueisha Comics is simply countless.
Shueisha Comics was founded last among the three legendary publishers. In the beginning, it was an entertainment magazine under Shogakukan Comics; now, it holds its own in the industry.
Most comic artists hope to have a chance to serialize their work in a Shueisha Comics magazine, including many Chinese comic artists, Meng Fan among them. This is true despite the shrinking comics market in Japan in recent years.　　
This is just like how, for most actors, their dream is to be a movie star in Hollywood — including most Chinese actors such as Meng Caiwei — even though China is now the world's largest movie market.
That's not to say that without being serialized in Japan or entering Hollywood, one would give up on the Chinese market.
Meng Fan put away the business card, his face showing happiness. He smiled at Goro Takahashi. "To be honest, I'm a college student majoring in comics. I actually have a series right now. One of my goals for this trip has to do with comics. I can't believe I get to meet one of the trailblazers of the industry today, I'm so honored."
Goro Takahashi looked surprised after he heard the translation from En'en's dad. The reason he introduced himself: young people like Meng Fan were usually comic fans, so he figured maybe he could thank Meng Fan in this way. He had no idea Meng Fan was studying comics and a comic artist as well.
After Goro Takahashi shook hands again with Meng Fan, he said, "M-san, please, allow me to take you on a tour of Kodansha Comics." 
"Absolutely. It would be my honor."
The two of them exchanged their contact information and made a date to meet again.
As he walked out, Meng Fan received at least fifty more business cards!
There were maybe even more than fifty, as they all came from the passengers on the flight, mixed in with numbers from several flight attendants.
While people knew it was unlikely Meng Fan would keep in touch with them, they clamored to leave him their contact information. It wasn't because they wanted to copy others, they just really wanted to befriend a legendary person like Meng Fan.
Based on the names on the business cards, most of them were Japanese, some were expats in Japan, and a few were Chinese. It was not an exaggeration to say that if Meng Fan had thick skin, he could eat and play for free for the next three to six months in Japan. He would have a great time too, since people traveling from Singapore to Japan were usually pretty successful.
Just like En'en's dad, after Meng Fan chatted with him after they got in the car leaving the airport, he learned the older man dealt in real estate, red wine, and soy sauce, but he wasn't a real estate developer.
The biggest coincidence was when Meng Fan realized they were from Hangzhou, too. He almost swore when he heard their home was near his school!
It was a good thing they weren't from the same district, just a nearby one; otherwise, it would be too much of a coincidence. 
When En'en learned Meng Fan studied near her house, she was even more excited. She wanted to go back to China with him, leaving her parents chagrined.
When their car entered the financial district of Otemachi, it stopped briefly at the Aman Kyoto Hotel, part of Otemachi-Tower.
Meng Fan and En'en made sure to meet again, then he left under En'en's reluctant gaze, carrying his suitcase.
The Aman Kyoto Hotel wasn't an entire building; it was in fact located on the top six floors of the Otemachi-Tower. The hotel lobby was on the 33rd floor, making the hotel rooms even higher. Because of this, the Aman Kyoto Hotel was known as "a luxury above the city."
As soon as Meng Fan entered the elevator, his phone rang. It was from Wu Tong.
"Are you in Japan?"
"Yes, I just got to the hotel."
"How long are you staying?"
"Two or three days?"
"You're not coming back earlier?"
"If I got everything done with the manga, I would go back earlier. Why, you miss me or worry about me?"
"So you do know!"
Wu Tong did sound a little displeased, but it was mostly worrying. Then she said, "Seventh Bro is taking his team to Kyoto today. When he gets there, you can head out and have him follow you, or have someone follow you."


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

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