Chapter 1: Goddess of Death

The feeling of floating wraps around me like a warm blanket, giving me a sense of peace I've never felt before. It's weird, but in a good way, like I'm being cradled by the universe itself. Without thinking twice, I let myself go with the flow, letting it take me wherever it wants.

As I drift along, I feel all my worries melt away. It's like time doesn't matter anymore, and I'm just going with the flow of things. I can't tell if I'm dreaming or not, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to open my eyes. It's like there's something inside me telling me to stay still, to soak up every moment of this strange experience.

In this suspended state, I start to feel this gentle hum all around me, like the whole world is singing a song just for me. It's kind of magical, filling me with this sense of wonder that's hard to describe.

It's like I'm free from all the usual stuff that weighs me down, just drifting along without a care in the world.

So, I surrender myself to the moment, letting it take me wherever it wants. Because right now, in this strange and peaceful place, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be.

With my memory as patchy as a quilt made by a forgetful grandma, I can't even recall my own name or where I used to live. The only thing I'm certain of is the unfortunate end I met.

I was reliving on a picture of a Goddess, a beautiful Goddess, quite the pathetic death.

I want some good ending, like truck-kun hitting me with a selfie face. Whatever the reason for my current predicament, one thing's for certain: I'm in for one heck of a ride, truck-kun or no truck-kun.

According to the usual script, a God should be making a grand entrance any moment now, ready to grant me whatever wish my heart desires.

Yet, as I continue to drift along, no divine figure materializes before me. Instead, I'm left to ponder the mysteries of my existence in this strange limbo.

Could it be that I've been overlooked by the powers that be? Or perhaps this my punishment for reliving myself to a goddess, that must be the reason for my unexpected detour from the afterlife's itinerary.

With no answers forthcoming, I can't help but wonder what comes next. Do I continue to float aimlessly, forever trapped in this surreal state?

Just as I'm lost in my thoughts, a sweet, honey-like voice breaks through the silence, echoing in the depths of my mind. It's a sound so enchanting, so otherworldly, that it sends shivers down my spine.

"You're having fun over there, aren't you?Pervert"

The sudden shift in tone catches me off guard, causing a jolt of confusion to surge through me. "Pervert?" I repeat, uncertain if I heard correctly.

The voice chuckles softly, its laughter dancing on the edge of my consciousness. "Yes, pervert," It repeats, teasingly. "Aren't you the one jerk off with my picture, indulging in all sorts of fantasies?" She appearing in front of me.

She was an extremely beautiful woman, she had a big boobs, but her hair has two colours, one side is black while other side is white. And she has scarlet eyes which was looking at me like how a hunter looked at a prey.

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"I am sorry for that but you did kill me for that, didn't you." I don't know for sure if she is the one who killed me but my super-duper-ultra-inteligent micky mouse brain tells me, she might the one, who cock blocked me to death.

"No need to apologize, my dear," she says, her tone gentle yet teasing. "We all have our moments of weakness, especially in times of uncertainty. Besides, a little self-indulgence never hurt anyone." She said, without confirming whether or not she is the one who killed me.

"So care to tell me, why I am here? Am I going to hell for masturbating." I said, what kind of hell would be that? I wonder, the 69th level of hell, where sperm would torture the masturbator.

"Nothing like your imagination, Pervert. And 69th level of hell, what's that." She said with a laugh.

"Then why am I here?" I press, my voice tinged with curiosity.

"You court death, And I accepted your proposal." She said with a charming smile.

"I don't remember courting anyone, especially death..." Suddenly like puzzle pieces slowly falling into place, I figured out what it is.

"You are death, right. And I masturbated to death." I said.

Oh god, out of all possible things, I had to use death as the material for masturbating. What are the changes.

"Bingo!" She said. "You see, I spread a (nomal) picture of myself to multiverse, to find a partner for myself. As I am death, everybody is afraid to even look at my picture but you, my dear, is something else."

Should I be proud of that Or should I be ashamed.

"What can I say, I am a dare devil." I said, If I had a legs it would be trembling right now.

"Yes, that you are." She said.

"So can you tell me, what should I do now." I asked, If she had accepted my proposal then that means we are up to some hot steamy action-action, right.

According to hental logic that is the right thing to do.

As if hearing my inner voice, which she did, she replied.

"If that's what you want then that what you will get." She said as the scenery around us changed. For some reason, I get the feeling that she was waiting for me to ask her that.

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Hallo, Black here, I am just here to tell you something about the ff. My first language is not english, so there would be a some spelling mistakes and such and this not a serious ff and you will enjoy this if you turned you common sense off.