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A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Man And A Devil
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The Plot. Yes, it's as stupid as it sounds.
Erithemaeus
GWS Recipient
- Location
- Around Dover Street
I wanted to become a light novel author, leaving behind the depraved reality of this world and shut myself in a room, constantly churning out high-quality content that even haters couldn't help but like. Well, that was my plan. However, I accidentally ingested some virgin tears (I didn't know that it was such at that time), summoned the Primal Evil Satan inside my body, and was now mooching off of me as a freeloading parasite that gave me supernatural powers in exchange for letting him stay inside my intestines.
Yes. It sounds stupid, but believe me, it gets worse.
Yes. It sounds stupid, but believe me, it gets worse.
Prologue
Erithemaeus
GWS Recipient
- Location
- Around Dover Street
A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Man And A Devil 01 - A More Serious Jack and the Beanstalk Story
Prologue
-- Satan's Perspective --
,,,I'm bored.
Seriously, who would want to stay in at a place like this? There's brimstone everywhere, lava's flowing down from all sorts of nooks and crannies that I don't even know were there, and the only sound to be heard was not a jazz tune proclaiming its magnanimity to all who listen to it via gramophone, but screams of the tortured and damned.
Besides, the only thing that I was asked to do is to sit on a throne and look pretty. I mean sure, I don't have to do anything and all – which is nice – but I'd like to have some big event happening every weekend, you know?
Huh? I'm in Hell? I can't do that because it disrupts the balance between good and evil? I'm supposed to be the commander of Hell's forces in the final battle and be ultimately eliminated from this world just as the Bible predicted in the book of Revelations?
Screw that, I want to have fun.
In order to have fun, I need to escape from this (Hell)hole and make my way towards the mortal realm, but to do that would require incredible amounts of guile and stealth.
Ironically, the ones up in Heaven don't scare me – I mean, they point at the figure that knows each and every one of their personalities and abilities with pointy sticks and shields, and they expect me to recognize the authority of the one that they work for by proxy. To put it in other words...They aren't really that much convincing.
My subordinates on the other hand...
[Satan-sama.]
An eldritch voice caught my attention as I froze, my diabolical plans to escape Hell out of boredom immediately being put on hold as I glanced towards the figure at the bottom of my throne, kneeling at me with a reverent aura written all over its posture. His height was like that of an ordinary mortal child, about three feet tall. Though, it was not because the figure was like that from the start; if I were put beside him, he would seem like a fifty-story skyscraper
My throne was just incredibly large.
The stairs leading up to it were so long that I seriously had to catch my breath five times before I even got halfway through the whole thing. The place that I was supposed to seat was too large that I couldn't even grasp the handles that were on either side of me – Well, not that I could reach them in the first place, since they're so high up that even my arms couldn't reach them.
Didn't I mention that I could stand on where am I supposed to sit? Plus, it's made out of brimstone. I'd get my bum burned on it if I sit, and the height towards the bottom of the throne is enough to make me break my legs that I'm forced to use my wings.
Haa ~ do these people seriously expect me to suddenly grow into a fifty foot monster with no pain response whatsoever and sit on their throne?
...I better tell them some day or another that they're going to need to remodel my throne. But why would I do that if I'm trying to escape this (Hell)hole? Does this mean that part of my mind is telling me that I'd get caught and be dragged back here?
Ahahahahaha...No. I'll definitely get out of this (Hell)hole and live a life of debauchery in the mortal realm. Anybody would go insane after being locked up in here.
[Satan-sama!]
...Oh right. The eldritch figure was here.
I cleared my throat, sounding like a grumble that shook the whole of Hell as I made sure that I made my voice as low as possible. From observing the humans on the mortal realm, I could correctly conclude that having a lower voice results in a feeling of greater authority.
Eh? That's not the case? High-pitched voices are in the norm right now? Ah, but this voice has worked for over two thousand years now, so you have no right to object. Give me six hundred years of constant evidence and I might change my mind.
"What is it, Göetia?" I replied in my lowest voice, coming out as an irritated sneer. Wait, since when did it became a sneer? Agh, I lost focus because I was thinking about how to reply to him! Ugh, this is kind of mortifying...
[A-Ah...As usual Satan-sama, your diabolicalness inspires us all to commit more atrocities towards these unfortunate souls.]
Göetia replied as I blinked at the figure, my voice cracking with a sudden 'Huh?' as I did a double take. Why? What did I do? I just sneered at him, right? Even evil has standards, right? Usually there's respect with demons, right? Why am I even thinking about this? It's ultimately pointless since I'll be escaping from here, right?
The figure named Göetia cleared its throat (or whatever passes as a throat) as he kneeled once again, an aura of reverence once again rushing over me as I tried hard to keep myself from retching in embarrassment right then and there. Seriously? You guys are only motivated because I'm more diabolical than all of you combined? You do know that I've just sat here in this throne for all of time give or take, and did nothing absolutely evil whatsoever, right? I've been cast out here with you lot, so at least you could take one look at me and say that, right?
Agh, I'm supposed to get out of here already! Damn it Göetia; you're just stalling for time, aren't you!?
I clear by throat before I could even speak as the ceiling of Hell once again shifted, and with it, new cracks and fissures opened, releasing magma as it poured down onto Hell, the screams of the tortured and damned growing louder as I sighed in exasperation. Is Hell surrounded by magma on all sides? Gee, I've got to get an answer to that sometimes.
I stood up on my throne (which for me tantamount to plopping myself up on the area wherein I was supposed to sit) and raised my tone of voice, as if I was commanding him, "Hm. Then, in order for you to witness my diabolical plans in its full glory, I will go to the mortal realm and cause havoc there."
[Then, as your loyal subordinates, we will-]
"Göetia", I said his name in a commanding tone as he immediately shut up. Good, good. Don't interrupt me while I'm trying to find a viable excuse to get out of Hell, alright? "I shall leave you in charge of Hell until I return. Until then, watch. It is a ruler's duty to lead his subordinates, no? Then I shall do the same and lay waste to the mortal realm with my fearsome powers."
...Well, I'll just live a life of debauchery, though...But why would I say that?
I snapped my fingers as a pitch black portal materialized in the air in front of me, crackling with energy as I maniacally laughed.
No, it's because I'm evil – it's because that I'm about to get away from my responsibilities. Mm – it sounds cooler than what I had anticipated.
[...Very well. Me and the rest of Hell will be watching your actions carefully.]
Göetia said as I stopped in my tracks, just before I was about to go into the portal that I had made. Wait, did I just hear an incredibly weird statement right there? Could it be...has he seen through my plans?
...Haha, no. It's impossible, since I always have anti-mind-reading magic on me at all times. I step through the portal with relative ease as I immediately went on through the most psychedelic trip that I have ever seen.
Man, this is awesome.
Running away from your responsibilities is fun.
Prologue
-- Satan's Perspective --
,,,I'm bored.
Seriously, who would want to stay in at a place like this? There's brimstone everywhere, lava's flowing down from all sorts of nooks and crannies that I don't even know were there, and the only sound to be heard was not a jazz tune proclaiming its magnanimity to all who listen to it via gramophone, but screams of the tortured and damned.
Besides, the only thing that I was asked to do is to sit on a throne and look pretty. I mean sure, I don't have to do anything and all – which is nice – but I'd like to have some big event happening every weekend, you know?
Huh? I'm in Hell? I can't do that because it disrupts the balance between good and evil? I'm supposed to be the commander of Hell's forces in the final battle and be ultimately eliminated from this world just as the Bible predicted in the book of Revelations?
Screw that, I want to have fun.
In order to have fun, I need to escape from this (Hell)hole and make my way towards the mortal realm, but to do that would require incredible amounts of guile and stealth.
Ironically, the ones up in Heaven don't scare me – I mean, they point at the figure that knows each and every one of their personalities and abilities with pointy sticks and shields, and they expect me to recognize the authority of the one that they work for by proxy. To put it in other words...They aren't really that much convincing.
My subordinates on the other hand...
[Satan-sama.]
An eldritch voice caught my attention as I froze, my diabolical plans to escape Hell out of boredom immediately being put on hold as I glanced towards the figure at the bottom of my throne, kneeling at me with a reverent aura written all over its posture. His height was like that of an ordinary mortal child, about three feet tall. Though, it was not because the figure was like that from the start; if I were put beside him, he would seem like a fifty-story skyscraper
My throne was just incredibly large.
The stairs leading up to it were so long that I seriously had to catch my breath five times before I even got halfway through the whole thing. The place that I was supposed to seat was too large that I couldn't even grasp the handles that were on either side of me – Well, not that I could reach them in the first place, since they're so high up that even my arms couldn't reach them.
Didn't I mention that I could stand on where am I supposed to sit? Plus, it's made out of brimstone. I'd get my bum burned on it if I sit, and the height towards the bottom of the throne is enough to make me break my legs that I'm forced to use my wings.
Haa ~ do these people seriously expect me to suddenly grow into a fifty foot monster with no pain response whatsoever and sit on their throne?
...I better tell them some day or another that they're going to need to remodel my throne. But why would I do that if I'm trying to escape this (Hell)hole? Does this mean that part of my mind is telling me that I'd get caught and be dragged back here?
Ahahahahaha...No. I'll definitely get out of this (Hell)hole and live a life of debauchery in the mortal realm. Anybody would go insane after being locked up in here.
[Satan-sama!]
...Oh right. The eldritch figure was here.
I cleared my throat, sounding like a grumble that shook the whole of Hell as I made sure that I made my voice as low as possible. From observing the humans on the mortal realm, I could correctly conclude that having a lower voice results in a feeling of greater authority.
Eh? That's not the case? High-pitched voices are in the norm right now? Ah, but this voice has worked for over two thousand years now, so you have no right to object. Give me six hundred years of constant evidence and I might change my mind.
"What is it, Göetia?" I replied in my lowest voice, coming out as an irritated sneer. Wait, since when did it became a sneer? Agh, I lost focus because I was thinking about how to reply to him! Ugh, this is kind of mortifying...
[A-Ah...As usual Satan-sama, your diabolicalness inspires us all to commit more atrocities towards these unfortunate souls.]
Göetia replied as I blinked at the figure, my voice cracking with a sudden 'Huh?' as I did a double take. Why? What did I do? I just sneered at him, right? Even evil has standards, right? Usually there's respect with demons, right? Why am I even thinking about this? It's ultimately pointless since I'll be escaping from here, right?
The figure named Göetia cleared its throat (or whatever passes as a throat) as he kneeled once again, an aura of reverence once again rushing over me as I tried hard to keep myself from retching in embarrassment right then and there. Seriously? You guys are only motivated because I'm more diabolical than all of you combined? You do know that I've just sat here in this throne for all of time give or take, and did nothing absolutely evil whatsoever, right? I've been cast out here with you lot, so at least you could take one look at me and say that, right?
Agh, I'm supposed to get out of here already! Damn it Göetia; you're just stalling for time, aren't you!?
I clear by throat before I could even speak as the ceiling of Hell once again shifted, and with it, new cracks and fissures opened, releasing magma as it poured down onto Hell, the screams of the tortured and damned growing louder as I sighed in exasperation. Is Hell surrounded by magma on all sides? Gee, I've got to get an answer to that sometimes.
I stood up on my throne (which for me tantamount to plopping myself up on the area wherein I was supposed to sit) and raised my tone of voice, as if I was commanding him, "Hm. Then, in order for you to witness my diabolical plans in its full glory, I will go to the mortal realm and cause havoc there."
[Then, as your loyal subordinates, we will-]
"Göetia", I said his name in a commanding tone as he immediately shut up. Good, good. Don't interrupt me while I'm trying to find a viable excuse to get out of Hell, alright? "I shall leave you in charge of Hell until I return. Until then, watch. It is a ruler's duty to lead his subordinates, no? Then I shall do the same and lay waste to the mortal realm with my fearsome powers."
...Well, I'll just live a life of debauchery, though...But why would I say that?
I snapped my fingers as a pitch black portal materialized in the air in front of me, crackling with energy as I maniacally laughed.
No, it's because I'm evil – it's because that I'm about to get away from my responsibilities. Mm – it sounds cooler than what I had anticipated.
[...Very well. Me and the rest of Hell will be watching your actions carefully.]
Göetia said as I stopped in my tracks, just before I was about to go into the portal that I had made. Wait, did I just hear an incredibly weird statement right there? Could it be...has he seen through my plans?
...Haha, no. It's impossible, since I always have anti-mind-reading magic on me at all times. I step through the portal with relative ease as I immediately went on through the most psychedelic trip that I have ever seen.
Man, this is awesome.
Running away from your responsibilities is fun.
Chapter 1, Part 1
Erithemaeus
GWS Recipient
- Location
- Around Dover Street
A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Man And A Devil 01 - A More Serious Jack and the Beanstalk Story
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 1
-- Minato's Perspective --
Summer festivals are fun. You go up to a shrine, and step into a world that has everything but religion in it. Games, food, drinks, whatever you desire, come up and come all – we've got everything in the house!
...Or so I'd like to think, but for this time, I guess I'm going for a different reason other than to immerse myself in a world of pleasure for a night and regretting my terrible life choices later on.
You see, as of the moment, I am supposed to be supporting someone from the sidelines. Needless to say, a wingman.
But wingmanning's not one of my strongest suits. Neither are sports and communication skills. The only things that I'm good at I life are academics and games, and I'm pretty sure that soon enough I'll lose my edge on the former. Therefore, I decided to become an author.
Huh? You think that it's not even one of my strong points? Ha, I'll tell you that my literature was amazed at my short stories. Yes, even though they were patronizing; yes, even though I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of other, more talented people out there who had a real gift from writing, my stories were amazing.
Therefore, in order to prepare myself for the rigors of writing (although I am now working on the first volume of my light novel), I have carefully studied each and every form of literature that there is to exist, and in the span of less than a year, I have officially become an otaku.
I have not regretted the change a single bit, considering that otaku culture has begun to take hold on the economy and people are less inclined to bully them.
Still, it was tiring balancing schoolwork and writing, and I was beginning to think that maybe I should just ditch school and become a hikikomori and just hole myself up in my room, constantly churning out high-quality literature as the money begins to pile up, and send them towards my family. It's the least I could do to help them.
In any case...where was I? Right, the summer festival. I was supposed to be wingmanning in the summer festival.
Well, it could only be because I was well-versed enough in reading the situation that I was called out on it in the first place, but it's sort of nice to see someone finding out your strengths and weaknesses and uses it for his/her own gain.
...Just in case you didn't notice, that last statement was extremely sarcastic.
"Yo, Minato!" A chirpy and bubbly voice said as I glanced towards the stairs before the torii, seeing my friend walk up to me with a stupid smile on his face, "Did you wait long?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I didn't", I replied with a smile on my face as I subtly glanced at my friend's watch, "I just got here five minutes ago."
Kodachi, I was waiting for you for forty-five minutes already. Do you know how hard it is to keep your date blowing up on me while I tried to wait for you? Huh!?
"Then that's fine", my friend said in a somewhat disappointed tone as I narrowed my eyes at him. What's he playing at here, "Well, in any case, where's the one that you babysat, Minato?"
"You should be buying me a lot of sweets tomorrow, Kodachi", I said with a scowl as I pointed towards a particular girl with brown hair and shoulder-length hair, wearing a T-shirt and a skirt and was busy munching on cotton candy, "...I spent about my month's allowance trying to keep her from bailing out on you, y'know? Why are you late?"
"Well, I was busy hanging out with Mana-chan until five and I didn't notice the time – Oi Minato, why are you staring at me like that? I didn't do anything wrong with her, alright?" Kodachi said as I snorted at him and buried my hands in my pants.
This playboy. Why isn't he already getting severely punished for his actions yet? He already had gone through thirteen girls ever since middle school, and he currently has three girls vying for his affection ever since the first semester. Is it me, or was he born with the devil's own luck?
...No, I'm not jealous. It's just that I'm wondering whether he's doing this on purpose like a bastard, or because he's just an innocent playboy like the one that you always see in harem anime and manga.
"Still..."Kodachi said with a cat-like smirk on his face as I narrowed my eyes at him in turn, "...You sure you won't get hit on with that hairstyle? You still haven't changed it ever since we entered high school, you know."
"It keeps my hair out of my eyes, and I only get a haircut twice a year, which cuts down on my budget", I said as I scowled at him, "It's efficient, Kodachi. And I turned down every single guy that approached me so far. Brutally, if you may ask."
"Ah, ah~" He said in a disappointed tone, "I thought that I would see you getting flocked by a crowd of hungry singles, but it seems that you already took care of it. The very least you could do is to lead them on and drop the bombshell on them, right?"
"...I'm not as manipulative and cold-hearted as you'd think", I said with a smile as I shrug at him, while Kodachi simply smiled in return as he turned towards the girl who was snacking on the cotton candy, seemingly noticing us as she began walking towards us with a fast pace.
"Just in case you don't remember, she's Imanawa Eri from class 1-A", I said in an objective tone as I glanced at Kodachi, seeing him listen on in complete focus as I sigh at him in disappointment. Why do you only show this side of you when it's about girls? It's kind of irritating, you know? "She's on the Literature Club, and it seems that she's the secretary. She likes sweet and salty things, but can't stand bitter things like coffee and medicine. Then if you'll excuse me, I'll trail the two of you from the cotton candy stand over there, blowing the rest of my monthly budget. Oh right, one other thing: Can I call you Trash-kun from now on?"
"T-Trash-kun? Hey, hey, you're hurting me here Minato..." Kodachi said with a hurt smile on his face as I snorted at him.
"It's just that I have a feeling that you treating me to a sweet buffet tomorrow wouldn't be enough in order to calm my rage down", I said while tapping his shoulder once with my right hand, "Then, I'll be going, Trash-kun."
"O-Oi Minato, I could understand why you're angry, but could you just stop with the-"
The roar of the crowd around me drowned out Kodachi's screams as I made my way over towards the cotton candy stand, buying a single stick with my remaining money as I counted how much I had left.
4, 500 yen. This is going to be hard on me...and my stomach.
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 1
-- Minato's Perspective --
Summer festivals are fun. You go up to a shrine, and step into a world that has everything but religion in it. Games, food, drinks, whatever you desire, come up and come all – we've got everything in the house!
...Or so I'd like to think, but for this time, I guess I'm going for a different reason other than to immerse myself in a world of pleasure for a night and regretting my terrible life choices later on.
You see, as of the moment, I am supposed to be supporting someone from the sidelines. Needless to say, a wingman.
But wingmanning's not one of my strongest suits. Neither are sports and communication skills. The only things that I'm good at I life are academics and games, and I'm pretty sure that soon enough I'll lose my edge on the former. Therefore, I decided to become an author.
Huh? You think that it's not even one of my strong points? Ha, I'll tell you that my literature was amazed at my short stories. Yes, even though they were patronizing; yes, even though I'm pretty sure that there are a lot of other, more talented people out there who had a real gift from writing, my stories were amazing.
Therefore, in order to prepare myself for the rigors of writing (although I am now working on the first volume of my light novel), I have carefully studied each and every form of literature that there is to exist, and in the span of less than a year, I have officially become an otaku.
I have not regretted the change a single bit, considering that otaku culture has begun to take hold on the economy and people are less inclined to bully them.
Still, it was tiring balancing schoolwork and writing, and I was beginning to think that maybe I should just ditch school and become a hikikomori and just hole myself up in my room, constantly churning out high-quality literature as the money begins to pile up, and send them towards my family. It's the least I could do to help them.
In any case...where was I? Right, the summer festival. I was supposed to be wingmanning in the summer festival.
Well, it could only be because I was well-versed enough in reading the situation that I was called out on it in the first place, but it's sort of nice to see someone finding out your strengths and weaknesses and uses it for his/her own gain.
...Just in case you didn't notice, that last statement was extremely sarcastic.
"Yo, Minato!" A chirpy and bubbly voice said as I glanced towards the stairs before the torii, seeing my friend walk up to me with a stupid smile on his face, "Did you wait long?"
"No, I'm pretty sure I didn't", I replied with a smile on my face as I subtly glanced at my friend's watch, "I just got here five minutes ago."
Kodachi, I was waiting for you for forty-five minutes already. Do you know how hard it is to keep your date blowing up on me while I tried to wait for you? Huh!?
"Then that's fine", my friend said in a somewhat disappointed tone as I narrowed my eyes at him. What's he playing at here, "Well, in any case, where's the one that you babysat, Minato?"
"You should be buying me a lot of sweets tomorrow, Kodachi", I said with a scowl as I pointed towards a particular girl with brown hair and shoulder-length hair, wearing a T-shirt and a skirt and was busy munching on cotton candy, "...I spent about my month's allowance trying to keep her from bailing out on you, y'know? Why are you late?"
"Well, I was busy hanging out with Mana-chan until five and I didn't notice the time – Oi Minato, why are you staring at me like that? I didn't do anything wrong with her, alright?" Kodachi said as I snorted at him and buried my hands in my pants.
This playboy. Why isn't he already getting severely punished for his actions yet? He already had gone through thirteen girls ever since middle school, and he currently has three girls vying for his affection ever since the first semester. Is it me, or was he born with the devil's own luck?
...No, I'm not jealous. It's just that I'm wondering whether he's doing this on purpose like a bastard, or because he's just an innocent playboy like the one that you always see in harem anime and manga.
"Still..."Kodachi said with a cat-like smirk on his face as I narrowed my eyes at him in turn, "...You sure you won't get hit on with that hairstyle? You still haven't changed it ever since we entered high school, you know."
"It keeps my hair out of my eyes, and I only get a haircut twice a year, which cuts down on my budget", I said as I scowled at him, "It's efficient, Kodachi. And I turned down every single guy that approached me so far. Brutally, if you may ask."
"Ah, ah~" He said in a disappointed tone, "I thought that I would see you getting flocked by a crowd of hungry singles, but it seems that you already took care of it. The very least you could do is to lead them on and drop the bombshell on them, right?"
"...I'm not as manipulative and cold-hearted as you'd think", I said with a smile as I shrug at him, while Kodachi simply smiled in return as he turned towards the girl who was snacking on the cotton candy, seemingly noticing us as she began walking towards us with a fast pace.
"Just in case you don't remember, she's Imanawa Eri from class 1-A", I said in an objective tone as I glanced at Kodachi, seeing him listen on in complete focus as I sigh at him in disappointment. Why do you only show this side of you when it's about girls? It's kind of irritating, you know? "She's on the Literature Club, and it seems that she's the secretary. She likes sweet and salty things, but can't stand bitter things like coffee and medicine. Then if you'll excuse me, I'll trail the two of you from the cotton candy stand over there, blowing the rest of my monthly budget. Oh right, one other thing: Can I call you Trash-kun from now on?"
"T-Trash-kun? Hey, hey, you're hurting me here Minato..." Kodachi said with a hurt smile on his face as I snorted at him.
"It's just that I have a feeling that you treating me to a sweet buffet tomorrow wouldn't be enough in order to calm my rage down", I said while tapping his shoulder once with my right hand, "Then, I'll be going, Trash-kun."
"O-Oi Minato, I could understand why you're angry, but could you just stop with the-"
The roar of the crowd around me drowned out Kodachi's screams as I made my way over towards the cotton candy stand, buying a single stick with my remaining money as I counted how much I had left.
4, 500 yen. This is going to be hard on me...and my stomach.
Part 2
Erithemaeus
GWS Recipient
- Location
- Around Dover Street
A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Man And A Devil 01 - A More Serious Jack and the Beanstalk Story
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 2
"Ah, ah ~ Looks like Trash-kun has it now."
I muttered out loud with a smile on my face as I began chipping away at my cotton candy that I held in my hand. Why did I say that out loud, you ask? It's because while he was fooling around with the girl from the Literature Club, it seemed that one of his other three girlfriends had spotted him – the president of the Kendo Club. Hm, just what was her name...? Nayu-san? Yuma-san? Mayu-san?
Eh. I don't remember. Trash-kun has so many girlfriends over the years that I soon gave up on remembering all of them. It's like I'm an emperor's eunuch, you know? Managing Trash-kun's various affairs in order to make sure that his mistresses and wives don't find out is kind of tiring, y'know? That's why I'm just lying back and watching the action unfold.
Oh, that's a splendid strike, president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san! It seems that even without a sword, you're pretty good at beating people up! Ah wait, isn't it going to end badly for Trash-kun if it keeps on going on like this? This is bad! Should I help him or not? Agh, the mysteries of the mind! I want to see him suffer because of his four-timing, but I also don't want to see my friend getting beaten up surrounded by strangers!
...Ah, ah ~ What a problem indeed.
I don't even know why I'm moving towards them. Is it because that I wanted to clear up the situation, or just because I wanted to be in the front-row seats of the spectacle? If it's the former, why would I? Trash-kun knew that this would come for him sooner or later, but it just seems like his luck ran out today. If it's the latter, then why am I already in front of him, and grasping the president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san's fists?
Uwaaa...Now both of them are staring at me as if I'm another one of his girlfriends. Geez, just how do I get out of this situation? For now, I'll assume my most practiced personality – cool, composed, and analytical.
"Just stop it", I said, glancing towards Trash-kun as he stared at me with surprise written all over his face. In return I mouth at him a single sentence that he immediately understood, with a chill running through his back as he did so.
Simply put, the words that I told him were 'You owe me one.'
"...Are you one of his 'girls' as well?" The president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san said as the girl from the Literature Club unconsciously hid behind her as I snorted in derision.
"Just for the record here, I'm a guy", I replied almost immediately as a wave of silenced echoed throughout the air. One seconds, two seconds, three seconds – "Oi, why are you staring at me like I'm lying!? I'm seriously a guy, alright!?"
"What kind of guy would dress up their hairstyle like a girl!?" The president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san – Agh, I'll just call her Mayu-san; her initial name's too goddamn long for goodness's sake! – screamed at me as I glared at her.
"It keeps the hair out of my eyes and I don't have to cut my hair every goddamn month! It's efficient!" I screamed back at them as the two girls immediately shrank back away from me.
"You're a pervert! You deserve to die!" Mayu-san screamed at me as I twitched my eyes. Oi. I'm not a pervert. Like I tell you, this style is efficient.
But...
...Mn, with eyes like that, there's no way that they're going to believe me now, aren't they?
Besides, they already ran away, so I can't even explain to them once again as to why I have this hairstyle on. That's kind of rude, you know. Why can't you just listen to what I'm supposed to say, damn you! This is why –!
"Minato", Trash-kun said, placing a hand on my shoulder as he smiled at me, shooting me a thumbs-up with another hand as his sympathetic gaze washed over me, "...I suddenly see you in a different light. Would you kindly go out with me?"
Naturally, he received a knuckle punch straight to the gut.
And the face.
And the unmentionables.
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 2
"Ah, ah ~ Looks like Trash-kun has it now."
I muttered out loud with a smile on my face as I began chipping away at my cotton candy that I held in my hand. Why did I say that out loud, you ask? It's because while he was fooling around with the girl from the Literature Club, it seemed that one of his other three girlfriends had spotted him – the president of the Kendo Club. Hm, just what was her name...? Nayu-san? Yuma-san? Mayu-san?
Eh. I don't remember. Trash-kun has so many girlfriends over the years that I soon gave up on remembering all of them. It's like I'm an emperor's eunuch, you know? Managing Trash-kun's various affairs in order to make sure that his mistresses and wives don't find out is kind of tiring, y'know? That's why I'm just lying back and watching the action unfold.
Oh, that's a splendid strike, president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san! It seems that even without a sword, you're pretty good at beating people up! Ah wait, isn't it going to end badly for Trash-kun if it keeps on going on like this? This is bad! Should I help him or not? Agh, the mysteries of the mind! I want to see him suffer because of his four-timing, but I also don't want to see my friend getting beaten up surrounded by strangers!
...Ah, ah ~ What a problem indeed.
I don't even know why I'm moving towards them. Is it because that I wanted to clear up the situation, or just because I wanted to be in the front-row seats of the spectacle? If it's the former, why would I? Trash-kun knew that this would come for him sooner or later, but it just seems like his luck ran out today. If it's the latter, then why am I already in front of him, and grasping the president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san's fists?
Uwaaa...Now both of them are staring at me as if I'm another one of his girlfriends. Geez, just how do I get out of this situation? For now, I'll assume my most practiced personality – cool, composed, and analytical.
"Just stop it", I said, glancing towards Trash-kun as he stared at me with surprise written all over his face. In return I mouth at him a single sentence that he immediately understood, with a chill running through his back as he did so.
Simply put, the words that I told him were 'You owe me one.'
"...Are you one of his 'girls' as well?" The president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san said as the girl from the Literature Club unconsciously hid behind her as I snorted in derision.
"Just for the record here, I'm a guy", I replied almost immediately as a wave of silenced echoed throughout the air. One seconds, two seconds, three seconds – "Oi, why are you staring at me like I'm lying!? I'm seriously a guy, alright!?"
"What kind of guy would dress up their hairstyle like a girl!?" The president-of-the-Kendo-Club-san – Agh, I'll just call her Mayu-san; her initial name's too goddamn long for goodness's sake! – screamed at me as I glared at her.
"It keeps the hair out of my eyes and I don't have to cut my hair every goddamn month! It's efficient!" I screamed back at them as the two girls immediately shrank back away from me.
"You're a pervert! You deserve to die!" Mayu-san screamed at me as I twitched my eyes. Oi. I'm not a pervert. Like I tell you, this style is efficient.
But...
...Mn, with eyes like that, there's no way that they're going to believe me now, aren't they?
Besides, they already ran away, so I can't even explain to them once again as to why I have this hairstyle on. That's kind of rude, you know. Why can't you just listen to what I'm supposed to say, damn you! This is why –!
"Minato", Trash-kun said, placing a hand on my shoulder as he smiled at me, shooting me a thumbs-up with another hand as his sympathetic gaze washed over me, "...I suddenly see you in a different light. Would you kindly go out with me?"
Naturally, he received a knuckle punch straight to the gut.
And the face.
And the unmentionables.
Part 3
Erithemaeus
GWS Recipient
- Location
- Around Dover Street
A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Man And A Devil 01 - A More Serious Jack and the Beanstalk Story
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 3
"Look, I'm sorry about that, alright?" Trash-kun said as he held his face and gut with a limping figure, his face contorted in pain, "You could do anything you want – Hell, you could blow away all of the money that I have on me – But could you please stop calling me 'Trash-kun'?"
"Give me a valid reason, and I might drop it, Trash-kun", I said, stressing the last statement harshly as Trash-kun flinched, "But for now, how about treating me to this shooting game?"
"...Minato..." Trash-kun said as he immediately sidled up to me, staring in the direction of the stall where I pointed at, "...You know that those stalls are scams, right?"
"Hehe..." I said, my eyes glinting an ethereal light as Trash-kun suddenly picked up my mood, "...I guess for all these years that we've been friends, you haven't actually picked up on my hobbies, huh? By the way, you're paying."
"Cheapskate", Trash-kun replied out of reflex as he scowled at me, eventually giving way to a suspicious smile as we reached the stall, "So, what does the Great Lord Minato wanted to do now?"
"It's quite elementary, my dear Watson", I said, a cat-like smile forming on my face as Trash-kun paid the bill. Oho, it seems that this stall is running on the principle that the owner pays you money for each target that you knock down, with each target giving more money depending how difficult it is to hit. Also, if you successfully hit a target, the next shot would be free of charge.
However, if you miss, then you'd have to pay the price of 1 750 yen to try again. Quite a bit expensive for a simple gun-shooting stall. However, given that the prizes ranged to about a few hundred thousand yen, I guess it was (pretty) understandable.
Trash-kun told me that the stall's owner was pretty infamous every festival, since he would always rack up a huge sum of money from the poor shmucks that he appears to draw in every festival. Needless to say, it was in the hundreds of thousands.
I took aim at the cheapest thing that I could find as I lined it up with the gun's sights, but the corked missed by a mile as the stall owner smirked at me, "Try again, boy."
...Well. That was to be expected. This stall's rigged, so of course the sights wouldn't line up with the barrel. That, and they weigh down the targets so they won't get knocked off easily. Seriously, damn these scamming stall owners to the ten levels of Hell. Hm? There's only nine levels? Then let's say the tenth level is for them.
"Trash-kun", I said as Trash-kun rolled his eyes and once again footed the bill. Once again, I shoot, and the cork once again went of course, albeit it was a bit close to grazing the target itself.
Once again chided by the stall owner, once again Trash-kun had to pay up for my mistakes. However this time, I had a confident expression on my face. My cheek was touching the gun's stock, my hand gripping the handle of the gun tightly, with my breathing steady like a clear pond.
And with that, I pulled the trigger.
The cork soared through the air, being pushed forward by the difference in pressure that it had created when it was loaded onto the gun, squarely striking the top of the target as it smoothly toppled over/
The sound echoed through the air around us as both Trash-kun and the stall owner both stared at me in shock, while a cat-like smile once again formed of my face as I once again loaded the cork gun, "Once again, I'll say this Trash-kun: It's quite elementary, my Dear Watson; I'm quite a fan of shooting games."
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. The sound of targets now falling continuously rang through my ears as I moved through them with cold efficiency, ignoring the stunned faces of Trash-kun, the stall owner, and quite the flock of a crowd that had gathered around me for some reason. I shrug. Probably because of my unearthly skill with a cork gun.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Soon I was able to hit a racket of about 42 000 yen, and there was only one more thing that stood in the way of me completely clearing out the stall. A glass vial containing a single drop of some kind of liquid. Huh. That was seriously anti-climactic. I wonder what that is.
"Ne, oji-san", I said, pointing at the curiosity as the stall owner's blood drained away from his face, "What is that?"
"Ah, uh..." The stall owner said as he furrowed his brows at me, "...That's my great-grandfather's inheritance back when he was travelling in Germany. It seems to be some catalyst of some sort, but I seriously don't know what it is. Since I don't know what it is, I tried asking some people, but it seems that they don't know as well."
"Then if I hit it could you give it to me?"
"Minato! Isn't that too harsh of you!?" Trash-kun said as I glared at him. You, who constantly played with women's hearts, have no right to call me 'harsh'. I am just making money efficiently.
The oji-san who was acting as the stall's owner sighed in resignation as he slumped forward, "Well, if you can hit it. It seems that it's pretty worthless, after all."
"Then, if you'll excuse me", I said with a cat-like smirk on my face as I aimed, a pop once again echoing throughout the air as Trash-kun screamed at me with impunity.
Well, considering that I made about 346 800 yen from that single stall, I guess that I could probably live off with this for two more months even if I become wasteful.
Summer festivals are awesome.
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 3
"Look, I'm sorry about that, alright?" Trash-kun said as he held his face and gut with a limping figure, his face contorted in pain, "You could do anything you want – Hell, you could blow away all of the money that I have on me – But could you please stop calling me 'Trash-kun'?"
"Give me a valid reason, and I might drop it, Trash-kun", I said, stressing the last statement harshly as Trash-kun flinched, "But for now, how about treating me to this shooting game?"
"...Minato..." Trash-kun said as he immediately sidled up to me, staring in the direction of the stall where I pointed at, "...You know that those stalls are scams, right?"
"Hehe..." I said, my eyes glinting an ethereal light as Trash-kun suddenly picked up my mood, "...I guess for all these years that we've been friends, you haven't actually picked up on my hobbies, huh? By the way, you're paying."
"Cheapskate", Trash-kun replied out of reflex as he scowled at me, eventually giving way to a suspicious smile as we reached the stall, "So, what does the Great Lord Minato wanted to do now?"
"It's quite elementary, my dear Watson", I said, a cat-like smile forming on my face as Trash-kun paid the bill. Oho, it seems that this stall is running on the principle that the owner pays you money for each target that you knock down, with each target giving more money depending how difficult it is to hit. Also, if you successfully hit a target, the next shot would be free of charge.
However, if you miss, then you'd have to pay the price of 1 750 yen to try again. Quite a bit expensive for a simple gun-shooting stall. However, given that the prizes ranged to about a few hundred thousand yen, I guess it was (pretty) understandable.
Trash-kun told me that the stall's owner was pretty infamous every festival, since he would always rack up a huge sum of money from the poor shmucks that he appears to draw in every festival. Needless to say, it was in the hundreds of thousands.
I took aim at the cheapest thing that I could find as I lined it up with the gun's sights, but the corked missed by a mile as the stall owner smirked at me, "Try again, boy."
...Well. That was to be expected. This stall's rigged, so of course the sights wouldn't line up with the barrel. That, and they weigh down the targets so they won't get knocked off easily. Seriously, damn these scamming stall owners to the ten levels of Hell. Hm? There's only nine levels? Then let's say the tenth level is for them.
"Trash-kun", I said as Trash-kun rolled his eyes and once again footed the bill. Once again, I shoot, and the cork once again went of course, albeit it was a bit close to grazing the target itself.
Once again chided by the stall owner, once again Trash-kun had to pay up for my mistakes. However this time, I had a confident expression on my face. My cheek was touching the gun's stock, my hand gripping the handle of the gun tightly, with my breathing steady like a clear pond.
And with that, I pulled the trigger.
The cork soared through the air, being pushed forward by the difference in pressure that it had created when it was loaded onto the gun, squarely striking the top of the target as it smoothly toppled over/
The sound echoed through the air around us as both Trash-kun and the stall owner both stared at me in shock, while a cat-like smile once again formed of my face as I once again loaded the cork gun, "Once again, I'll say this Trash-kun: It's quite elementary, my Dear Watson; I'm quite a fan of shooting games."
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. The sound of targets now falling continuously rang through my ears as I moved through them with cold efficiency, ignoring the stunned faces of Trash-kun, the stall owner, and quite the flock of a crowd that had gathered around me for some reason. I shrug. Probably because of my unearthly skill with a cork gun.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Soon I was able to hit a racket of about 42 000 yen, and there was only one more thing that stood in the way of me completely clearing out the stall. A glass vial containing a single drop of some kind of liquid. Huh. That was seriously anti-climactic. I wonder what that is.
"Ne, oji-san", I said, pointing at the curiosity as the stall owner's blood drained away from his face, "What is that?"
"Ah, uh..." The stall owner said as he furrowed his brows at me, "...That's my great-grandfather's inheritance back when he was travelling in Germany. It seems to be some catalyst of some sort, but I seriously don't know what it is. Since I don't know what it is, I tried asking some people, but it seems that they don't know as well."
"Then if I hit it could you give it to me?"
"Minato! Isn't that too harsh of you!?" Trash-kun said as I glared at him. You, who constantly played with women's hearts, have no right to call me 'harsh'. I am just making money efficiently.
The oji-san who was acting as the stall's owner sighed in resignation as he slumped forward, "Well, if you can hit it. It seems that it's pretty worthless, after all."
"Then, if you'll excuse me", I said with a cat-like smirk on my face as I aimed, a pop once again echoing throughout the air as Trash-kun screamed at me with impunity.
Well, considering that I made about 346 800 yen from that single stall, I guess that I could probably live off with this for two more months even if I become wasteful.
Summer festivals are awesome.
Part 4
Erithemaeus
GWS Recipient
- Location
- Around Dover Street
A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Man And A Devil 01 - A More Serious Jack and the Beanstalk Story
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 4
Two weeks later, my arms are splayed out on the low table that I had put in the middle of my bedroom, a tired scowl echoing across the air as drool began pouring out the side of my face.
Uwaaa, I've done it now...School starts tomorrow, but I still haven't completed all of my assignments...Ha...this is hopeless. Maybe I should go over to Trash-kun's place and mooch off of his work.
Ding, dong. The doorbell rang, and I shakily stood up as I went towards the door of my apartment. This is weird. Trash-kun's family is out visiting their other relatives, and he's the only one that knows where my holy abode is. Well my family also knows, but it's not like that they have a reason to visit me on this hot summer day. I mean, why would they? There's no point whatsoever.
Oh yeah, the glass vial that I got from the summer festival is now sitting on the top of my bed. I still don't know what the liquid is, and I'm not idiotic enough to chug it down like I'm in a sports anime or something.
Ah, where was I? Right, the doorbell. In any case, I opened the door, and there stood a familiar face. She had brown hair and light gray eyes, with her hair done in a ponytail with a hairpin holding her hair back. Mn, she's as down-to-earth as ever, this person.
"Yo, Minato", she said as she shot me a small smile, one that would normally cause any guy to be enthralled by her earthly charm, "...Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure. Don't know what you're expecting, though", I replied in a natural tone as I showed her in, and immediately closed the door after in order to prevent the heat from going in the apartment. Meanwhile, she looked around in wonder, and nodded once as she seemed to reach a decision inside her mind.
"What is it, Ena?" I said as she glanced at me and shrugged once.
"It's a lot cleaner than I expected", she said in a nonchalant tone as she quickly moved towards my room, "I mean, it's dirty, but at least you don't leave your underwear handing around the place."
She grinned as she opened the door to my room and ushered herself inside, "...Well, I guess I wouldn't mind if I sniffed some of yours."
...Oi. What did this person just say? I just heard something really dangerous right now. Seriously, just what did she say to me!? Just because you're my friend since elementary doesn't mean that you get to say that out of the blue! Since when did you start developing that gap of yours!? It's too scary, so stop it!
...Well, in any case, she's a childhood friend, the same as Trash-kun. With this in mind, I should be able to counter her gap moments by putting up the wall made out of childhood memories. No, it seriously works. I have about thirty to fifty works of otaku literature to stand for it, so it's an established fact!
"So", I said, staring at her with an annoyed expression written all over my face as we sat in front of each other with the low table in between us, "What are you doing here, Ena?"
"Isn't that obvious?" She said in the same annoyed tone as she twirled a lock of her brown hair, "I'm helping you with your homework. Kodachi seemed to know that you haven finished yours yet for some reason, so I came over here to help you out."
Ena glanced at my bed, "...Well, that and other things can be done later at night. Just focus on your homework first."
"...Oi. Was it me, or did I just hear something incredibly dangerous?"
"No. Just study already", Ena said with a smile on her face as I felt a shudder run through me at that instant. Seriously, this girl has become scary just because we were separated for two years. Someone – anyone – please help me. I don't think that my sage-like attitude would do anything against a crazed maniac like her.
...
Well, even though Ena's personality suddenly changed during the last two years that we haven't met, she still is amazing, huh. She teaches me quickly and efficiently, and patiently goes over the parts that I didn't understand or missed. She'd be great as a teacher in the future, you know?
Though, if I only had one problem with this whole thing...It's the temperature slowly rising up to intolerable levels. Come to think of it, it started happening when I couldn't find the remote for the air-con...
Sighing in resignation, I looked down, seeing a white rectangle made out of plastic making itself at home under one of Ena's feet. Oi, isn't that...?
"Ah, ah ~" She said, a knowing smile forming on her face as she glanced at me with glazed eyes, thumbing the button on her summer cardigan, "Come to think of it, it's really hot in here isn't it Makoto ~"
And with one smooth movement, she removed it, exposing the white shirt that she wore as I stared at it, involuntarily gulping at the sight of her soaked shirt.
...Wow.
...
Agh! Pull yourself together me! You're better than this! She's just trying to seduce you by using the heat, so just take the remote from her and everything would be fine! That's it! I'm keeping her out of my apartment for all of time!
"Ena..." I said with a dry tone as I pointed towards the remote at her feet, "...Could you please give me the air-con remote that you stole?"
"Oh?" She said in a fake tone as she looked at her feet, letting out a sound of fake surprise as she smiled at me, "Sure, I'll give it to you. On one condition: take it from me slowly."
...Hai? "Huh? What? Ena, did I mishear you, or did you just-"
"I said take it with your own two hands...slowly", she said while staring at me with an intoxicated expression on her face, her light gray eyes already glazing over a long time ago as I flinched at her statement.
This girl...!
I gulped, looking away from her as I began to extend my right arm towards her feet, slowly mapping it out in order to find the remote. It needed to be done, since I'm pretty sure that I would turn into a beast if I turned around and looked at her face, but...
"A-Ahn...! M-Minato...! T-Too rough..."
I cleared my mind of all unnecessary thoughts as I ignored Ena's erotic sayings, finally achieving a point of nothingness as I finally retrieved the remote from her feet. Alright, mission complete –!
...Are. Why is my hand stuck? I thought I pulled it out as quickly as possible? "M-More..."
...Ah. She was hopeless from the start, wasn't she?
Using movements as quick as a gazelle, I immediately thumbed the button to decrease the temperature of the thermostat and mashed it into overdrive. Within a few minutes, the newfound coldness of the room seemed to calm Ena down; releasing her grip on my hand as I quickly put it back to the safe place of my own pants.
Ah, I'm safe for now. That was close.
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 4
Two weeks later, my arms are splayed out on the low table that I had put in the middle of my bedroom, a tired scowl echoing across the air as drool began pouring out the side of my face.
Uwaaa, I've done it now...School starts tomorrow, but I still haven't completed all of my assignments...Ha...this is hopeless. Maybe I should go over to Trash-kun's place and mooch off of his work.
Ding, dong. The doorbell rang, and I shakily stood up as I went towards the door of my apartment. This is weird. Trash-kun's family is out visiting their other relatives, and he's the only one that knows where my holy abode is. Well my family also knows, but it's not like that they have a reason to visit me on this hot summer day. I mean, why would they? There's no point whatsoever.
Oh yeah, the glass vial that I got from the summer festival is now sitting on the top of my bed. I still don't know what the liquid is, and I'm not idiotic enough to chug it down like I'm in a sports anime or something.
Ah, where was I? Right, the doorbell. In any case, I opened the door, and there stood a familiar face. She had brown hair and light gray eyes, with her hair done in a ponytail with a hairpin holding her hair back. Mn, she's as down-to-earth as ever, this person.
"Yo, Minato", she said as she shot me a small smile, one that would normally cause any guy to be enthralled by her earthly charm, "...Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure. Don't know what you're expecting, though", I replied in a natural tone as I showed her in, and immediately closed the door after in order to prevent the heat from going in the apartment. Meanwhile, she looked around in wonder, and nodded once as she seemed to reach a decision inside her mind.
"What is it, Ena?" I said as she glanced at me and shrugged once.
"It's a lot cleaner than I expected", she said in a nonchalant tone as she quickly moved towards my room, "I mean, it's dirty, but at least you don't leave your underwear handing around the place."
She grinned as she opened the door to my room and ushered herself inside, "...Well, I guess I wouldn't mind if I sniffed some of yours."
...Oi. What did this person just say? I just heard something really dangerous right now. Seriously, just what did she say to me!? Just because you're my friend since elementary doesn't mean that you get to say that out of the blue! Since when did you start developing that gap of yours!? It's too scary, so stop it!
...Well, in any case, she's a childhood friend, the same as Trash-kun. With this in mind, I should be able to counter her gap moments by putting up the wall made out of childhood memories. No, it seriously works. I have about thirty to fifty works of otaku literature to stand for it, so it's an established fact!
"So", I said, staring at her with an annoyed expression written all over my face as we sat in front of each other with the low table in between us, "What are you doing here, Ena?"
"Isn't that obvious?" She said in the same annoyed tone as she twirled a lock of her brown hair, "I'm helping you with your homework. Kodachi seemed to know that you haven finished yours yet for some reason, so I came over here to help you out."
Ena glanced at my bed, "...Well, that and other things can be done later at night. Just focus on your homework first."
"...Oi. Was it me, or did I just hear something incredibly dangerous?"
"No. Just study already", Ena said with a smile on her face as I felt a shudder run through me at that instant. Seriously, this girl has become scary just because we were separated for two years. Someone – anyone – please help me. I don't think that my sage-like attitude would do anything against a crazed maniac like her.
...
Well, even though Ena's personality suddenly changed during the last two years that we haven't met, she still is amazing, huh. She teaches me quickly and efficiently, and patiently goes over the parts that I didn't understand or missed. She'd be great as a teacher in the future, you know?
Though, if I only had one problem with this whole thing...It's the temperature slowly rising up to intolerable levels. Come to think of it, it started happening when I couldn't find the remote for the air-con...
Sighing in resignation, I looked down, seeing a white rectangle made out of plastic making itself at home under one of Ena's feet. Oi, isn't that...?
"Ah, ah ~" She said, a knowing smile forming on her face as she glanced at me with glazed eyes, thumbing the button on her summer cardigan, "Come to think of it, it's really hot in here isn't it Makoto ~"
And with one smooth movement, she removed it, exposing the white shirt that she wore as I stared at it, involuntarily gulping at the sight of her soaked shirt.
...Wow.
...
Agh! Pull yourself together me! You're better than this! She's just trying to seduce you by using the heat, so just take the remote from her and everything would be fine! That's it! I'm keeping her out of my apartment for all of time!
"Ena..." I said with a dry tone as I pointed towards the remote at her feet, "...Could you please give me the air-con remote that you stole?"
"Oh?" She said in a fake tone as she looked at her feet, letting out a sound of fake surprise as she smiled at me, "Sure, I'll give it to you. On one condition: take it from me slowly."
...Hai? "Huh? What? Ena, did I mishear you, or did you just-"
"I said take it with your own two hands...slowly", she said while staring at me with an intoxicated expression on her face, her light gray eyes already glazing over a long time ago as I flinched at her statement.
This girl...!
I gulped, looking away from her as I began to extend my right arm towards her feet, slowly mapping it out in order to find the remote. It needed to be done, since I'm pretty sure that I would turn into a beast if I turned around and looked at her face, but...
"A-Ahn...! M-Minato...! T-Too rough..."
I cleared my mind of all unnecessary thoughts as I ignored Ena's erotic sayings, finally achieving a point of nothingness as I finally retrieved the remote from her feet. Alright, mission complete –!
...Are. Why is my hand stuck? I thought I pulled it out as quickly as possible? "M-More..."
...Ah. She was hopeless from the start, wasn't she?
Using movements as quick as a gazelle, I immediately thumbed the button to decrease the temperature of the thermostat and mashed it into overdrive. Within a few minutes, the newfound coldness of the room seemed to calm Ena down; releasing her grip on my hand as I quickly put it back to the safe place of my own pants.
Ah, I'm safe for now. That was close.
Part 5
Erithemaeus
GWS Recipient
- Location
- Around Dover Street
A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Man And A Devil 01 - A More Serious Jack and the Beanstalk Story
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 5
After successfully convincing Ena to leave my apartment (read: slamming the door in her face), I settled on lying down on my bed, the scent of Ena's sweat still lingering around the room as I snorted in disgust. No, it's not entirely disgust, but...I'm a bit curious. Are all women like that?
Usually, pieces of literature written in this day and age have female characters as an integral part of their story, so I'm trying to find one in order to use as a model for a character in my story.
But after seeing Ena earlier...
...Yeah, nope. Not basing a character off of her.
Just as I thought that, my phone started ringing, its annoying sound piercing through the still cold air of my room as I lazily reached for it, located right beside my pillow. I stared at the caller ID, and I could only scowl as I brought the phone to my ear.
"So?" Trash-kun's frivolous voice rang through the other end of my phone as I unconsciously scowled at him, "How was your first reunion with your cute childhood friend that you haven't seen in two years?"
"Die", I immediately retorted back as I ended the call, mashing the button as I threw the phone back beside my pillow. A few seconds later, that annoying ring tune once again rang through the air, grating my ears as I scowled and answered it once again. Just as I figured, it was Trash-kun once again. He's persistent, isn't he?
"What?" I snapped at him as Trash-kun laughed on the other line.
"Eh, why'd you just hang up on me?"
"Because you're annoying; you're obnoxious; you're frivolous; you're – ne, are you sure you want me to list down all of the reasons as to why you're sickening and disgusting?" I coldly said as I could feel Trash-kun flinch on the other line, "I'll get to the point: Just what the hell did you do to Ena?"
"Well..." Trash-kun said as he paused. I could see him scratching the back of his head right now, as if he were trying to explain things to me, "...Well, it seems that she really misses you, you know? And it turns out that she liked you all this time? So she came to me and asked for your preferences? And so I told her that you liked the pushy and dominating types? So she trained with me for the past three months in order to gain that personality? And then-"
I hung up.
From now on, I'm calling Trash-kun Scumachi.
What the hell was he doing, corrupting a pure and innocent friend like Ena into the crazed nymphomaniac that she is now!? Ugh, my head hurts...I just want to sleep...
...Well, I completed my homework already, so I guess that means I could just drop dead in the middle of my bed and go into slumber for three seasons. Not that I'd want to (because I'd die from starvation, duh), but at least it's an alternative aside from trying to erase my mind with bleach due to what happened today.
At least my homework's done. I could go to school with my head held high.
I sighed, turning towards the head of my bed and seeing the glass vial proudly standing beside my pillow. Weird. I was pretty sure that it was at the top of the bed?
I reached out for the vial, and grasped it in my hands as I raised an eyebrow at it. This is weird. It's warm to the touch. I'm pretty sure that I haven't done anything to it, so why was it on the pillow? Plus, the liquid inside's gone. Did something happen to it? I'm pretty sure that's not the case here, though...
Don't tell me...
Getting off my bed, I quickly moved towards the living room, finding no one. Well, Ena already left, so I'm pretty sure that she did nothing of absolute note...
Just as the suspicious feeling that I had was gone, my stomach growled in protest, making me stare out the window as I sighed at the dimly lit skyline. It was probably already seven in the evening.
...Wait. If that was the case, then how did Ena make herself at 'home' here? Just thinking about it makes me shiver. Best not to get too invested in it, lest I won't sleep for any number of days.
In retrospect, my stomach was still grumbling at me in protest, and I couldn't help myself as I made my way towards the refrigerator, finding something easy to cook for my starving self: eggs.
Luckily, I was born with the innate ability to cook, and was one of my greatest strong points aside from my improbable aiming skills. I took the egg and went towards the kitchen, where I saw a perfectly good frying just sitting by the stove. A single drop of water resided in its dead center.
I didn't pay heed to it. Obviously because it's just a drop of water that was on the pan, probably left out when I washed it. It was normal. Therefore, I cooked the egg on top of it, and ate a hearty meal to cheer for myself in accomplishment of the impossible: accomplishing all of my summer homework in just a single day.
...
...Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have eaten that egg.
Chapter 1 - A Virgin Tear is Required to Summon the Primal Evil
Part 5
After successfully convincing Ena to leave my apartment (read: slamming the door in her face), I settled on lying down on my bed, the scent of Ena's sweat still lingering around the room as I snorted in disgust. No, it's not entirely disgust, but...I'm a bit curious. Are all women like that?
Usually, pieces of literature written in this day and age have female characters as an integral part of their story, so I'm trying to find one in order to use as a model for a character in my story.
But after seeing Ena earlier...
...Yeah, nope. Not basing a character off of her.
Just as I thought that, my phone started ringing, its annoying sound piercing through the still cold air of my room as I lazily reached for it, located right beside my pillow. I stared at the caller ID, and I could only scowl as I brought the phone to my ear.
"So?" Trash-kun's frivolous voice rang through the other end of my phone as I unconsciously scowled at him, "How was your first reunion with your cute childhood friend that you haven't seen in two years?"
"Die", I immediately retorted back as I ended the call, mashing the button as I threw the phone back beside my pillow. A few seconds later, that annoying ring tune once again rang through the air, grating my ears as I scowled and answered it once again. Just as I figured, it was Trash-kun once again. He's persistent, isn't he?
"What?" I snapped at him as Trash-kun laughed on the other line.
"Eh, why'd you just hang up on me?"
"Because you're annoying; you're obnoxious; you're frivolous; you're – ne, are you sure you want me to list down all of the reasons as to why you're sickening and disgusting?" I coldly said as I could feel Trash-kun flinch on the other line, "I'll get to the point: Just what the hell did you do to Ena?"
"Well..." Trash-kun said as he paused. I could see him scratching the back of his head right now, as if he were trying to explain things to me, "...Well, it seems that she really misses you, you know? And it turns out that she liked you all this time? So she came to me and asked for your preferences? And so I told her that you liked the pushy and dominating types? So she trained with me for the past three months in order to gain that personality? And then-"
I hung up.
From now on, I'm calling Trash-kun Scumachi.
What the hell was he doing, corrupting a pure and innocent friend like Ena into the crazed nymphomaniac that she is now!? Ugh, my head hurts...I just want to sleep...
...Well, I completed my homework already, so I guess that means I could just drop dead in the middle of my bed and go into slumber for three seasons. Not that I'd want to (because I'd die from starvation, duh), but at least it's an alternative aside from trying to erase my mind with bleach due to what happened today.
At least my homework's done. I could go to school with my head held high.
I sighed, turning towards the head of my bed and seeing the glass vial proudly standing beside my pillow. Weird. I was pretty sure that it was at the top of the bed?
I reached out for the vial, and grasped it in my hands as I raised an eyebrow at it. This is weird. It's warm to the touch. I'm pretty sure that I haven't done anything to it, so why was it on the pillow? Plus, the liquid inside's gone. Did something happen to it? I'm pretty sure that's not the case here, though...
Don't tell me...
Getting off my bed, I quickly moved towards the living room, finding no one. Well, Ena already left, so I'm pretty sure that she did nothing of absolute note...
Just as the suspicious feeling that I had was gone, my stomach growled in protest, making me stare out the window as I sighed at the dimly lit skyline. It was probably already seven in the evening.
...Wait. If that was the case, then how did Ena make herself at 'home' here? Just thinking about it makes me shiver. Best not to get too invested in it, lest I won't sleep for any number of days.
In retrospect, my stomach was still grumbling at me in protest, and I couldn't help myself as I made my way towards the refrigerator, finding something easy to cook for my starving self: eggs.
Luckily, I was born with the innate ability to cook, and was one of my greatest strong points aside from my improbable aiming skills. I took the egg and went towards the kitchen, where I saw a perfectly good frying just sitting by the stove. A single drop of water resided in its dead center.
I didn't pay heed to it. Obviously because it's just a drop of water that was on the pan, probably left out when I washed it. It was normal. Therefore, I cooked the egg on top of it, and ate a hearty meal to cheer for myself in accomplishment of the impossible: accomplishing all of my summer homework in just a single day.
...
...Now that I think about it, I shouldn't have eaten that egg.