I died.
I remember this all too well.
How did I die you might ask?
Well, it is not to a noble cause or something but rather; I was murdered.
Why was I murdered?
Now that is the question, isn't it?
It was not because I have too much wealth. Well, I do am a bit on the privileged side of the fence but that's not why.
I was not some heroic figure or leader of some faith. Heck, I'm not even an activist nor religious for that matter.
What I am, however, can be described in three words. "A Manipulative Bastard"
Yup. I am not a hero of justice or something. In fact, I think I can qualify as a villain.
I was a private investigator. But then again, that in itself was not something that could explain my semi-luxurious living condition when I was alive. No, I am the type of investigator that gets my hands dirty. I was the kind that manipulates events, creates false evidence, and then catch my target with his pants down. Or in some cases, with my pants down if you know what I mean.
If there was one thing that I am good at, then that probably is having affairs with my female target before I sack them for their husbands, partners, or whatever. Well, I am not 100% accuracy but I get the job done for those husbands that wanted to get rid of their wives the "legal" way. And no, I don't do the same-gender, sorry.
Yes, I know. You are probably disgusted. Deal with it.
Not every story starts out with the protagonist being someone good. Or some underdog that was kicked around by fate only to bounce back and enact righteous justice on the wrongs of the world. Life is not like that. Even the so-called "villains" of society has his or her own circumstances and a story to tell.
Sheez!
People tend to be on their high horse and judge others when a deed falls on the so-called "evil" category. All of us wanted to be that "white knight" that calls forth righteousness and radiate a holy light that extinguishes evil. Yes, all of us. I usually go in my white knight persona all the time to use it to my advantage against others.
Okay, I'm just rambling at this point.
So the cusp of the matter. I was murdered.
You could likely guess who murdered me but I think you wouldn't believe why I was murdered.
Let's go back to a couple of days before I was murdered.
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I woke up with a pleasant sensation of feeling something like velvet wrapped around my cock.
Yes cock, don't be a prude.
It was a feeling that I honestly enjoyed and would have had enjoyed it if not for the feeling of restriction that bound my hands. My eyes opened wide in panic at this and I tried to pull my hands apart. Yup, my hands are currently tied to something.
"Fufufu… It seems you are awake darling~! Does it feel good? Darling's cock became more lively~!" a voice said before the pleasant feeling on my member continued.
I looked down and there found a woman with red hair bobbing up and down as she sucked on my pleasure rod. I knew at the back of my mind that I should be terrified of this situation but my body seems to be betraying me at the moment. This is bad. Was I drugged?
I could feel myself about to cum. As far as the situation I find myself in is scary, my body seems to be hell-bent to feel pleasure.
The woman released my cock from her luscious lips and gently stroke it with her hand. She looked at me with an impish grin as she sensually licked her lips. "Now, now, darling. You are not allowed to cum yet~!"
I could only grunt in frustration. I was so close for a release. Still, I remember this woman now. Her name, I believe is Amelia. She was the wife of one of my clients. The one where he wanted his wife to be caught having an affair so he can divorce her. I greatly enjoyed that assignment. It took about a month of flirting and all that jazz to have this woman fall for me. And then, when I did it with her, I could honestly say that it was one of the best I had.
I honestly do not know why my client wants to divorce this woman. Sure she was a bit of a prude in public but once you are in private, this woman transforms into an embodiment of sexual desires. A bonafide sexual goddess that will cater to all your whims and desires. Fulfilling them all. I was even going to keep her for myself after the business I have with her husband concluded.
And then a thought hit me before a sudden chill run down my spine. My client's reaction during the hearing. Amelia's countenance after the hearing itself. It was starting to paint a picture that was both ridiculous and terrifying.
I was broken from my thoughts when I felt a sharp pain followed by warm ticklish pleasure on my left nipple. I turned towards the source and found Amelia licking my chest with a mischievous grin on her face. "Darling was spacing out, so I had to take back your attention. I'm sorry if it hurts. Here, let me suck on it and make it better~!"
I groaned. My mind is alternating between whether the sensation I am feeling is pleasurable or not. It didn't help that there is both a feeling of terror and anticipation from within that is creeping onto me.
Amelia rose till we were eye to eye and gave me an amorous look mixed with mania. "Darling~! You've been very, very naughty!"
I swallowed a lump that seemed to have formed in my throat. "What could you possibly mean my love?"
The demented woman giggled as she slowly impaled herself on my eagerly awaiting spear. Amelia closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure. I was sure she just came because of the sudden clamping of her hot and wet pussy around my cock.
Amelia savored the feeling for a few moments before she opened her eyes and looked at me again with the same look of pure unbridled desire. She slowly ground herself onto my groin with my rod still enveloped in her honeypot. "I knew you were the one to set me and my husband up."
That immediately sent warning signals in my brain. "I don't think I follow my love…"
Amelia giggled and then shook her head. "No use denying it darling~! I am not angry or anything. In fact! Am rather thankful…"
I tried to give her my best "confused look" which she only grinned at and continued her pleasurable torture. "That fool of a husband… Or rather, ex-husband of mine didn't know a good thing. I would have let him do whatever he wanted with me but he was weak!"
Amelia's movement started to become frenzied making me groan in pleasure. She gripped the back of my head and sucked on my neck with her luscious lips. "But you darling… Ohhh…. It's a good thing you came along…. Hah… Hah… You are so much better… Ughhh… Yes! Yes! Ohhh… So much better!"
Damn this woman's pussy is like a furnace! I don't think I could hold on.
Amelia seemed to have sensed that I was close thus she continued to fuck me faster and harder. "Give it to me darling! Cum for me! Cum in me!"
I have reached my limit. I could only give a grunt before I came inside her mouth of arousal. But that associated feeling of bliss from the release was interrupted when I felt a sharp pain on my chest.
I opened my eyes in shock and found a knife stuck on my chest. My mind vaguely registered that the knife probably hit and punctured my heart. I followed the hand holding the knife that would most probably kill me and found Amelia with a demented grin.
Amelia continued to grind her pussy on my still rock-hard and cumming member. "But you are just so good, darling! Ohh… Yes! Yes!... S-so good! So good that other woman will flock to you! Ughh… Ughh… Which is why I have to do this. You will be mine and mine alone! Forever~!"
I didn't know that you could be dying and cumming at the same time. And as life slowly faded out of my eyes, I see Amelia covered in my blood with a crazed look on her face as she continues to pump me. At the end of my rope, I could only think of one word…
Yandere.
I got killed by a Yandere…
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And that was the sad story of my demise.
If I have to rate it, I think I can qualify it as uncommon? Maybe rare? Or probably at the Epic level when rated by otakus.
Well, whatever the rating may be, I think I have more pressing matters at the moment.
Namely, why I am conversing with air as if trying to break the Fourth Wall and why is there an ominous dark crystal right in front of me. I would have pondered on it more if not a sudden pain on my head. Are the dead supposed to feel pain still?
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[System Prompt: System Initialized…]
[System Prompt: Welcome User: TWFyY3VzIERvbWludXM]
[System Prompt: You have been designated as Private!]
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Wait what?
A feeling of dread suddenly starts to overwhelm me. This couldn't be what I think it is right?
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[System Prompt: Evaluating Spirit Score from previous life...]
[System Prompt: Spirit Score is 65]
[System Prompt: Checking Spirit Attunement…]
[System Prompt: Spirit Attunement if Lawful-Evil]
[System Prompt: Please create a Power]
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I resent that Lawful-Evil attunement! I would like to think that I am "morally grey" in my interactions with people! And create a what now? How the heck do I do that?
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[System Reply: A power can be created thru imagination.]
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Oh? I can invoke a reply from this "system" huh?
Regardless, I started to calm down as I think of this logically or rather, "illogically" since this situation has definitely thrown away poor o' logic outside the window from at least the 100th floor.
Nevertheless, let me imagine a power. Okay got it! I imagine a kind of transformation power which doubles… No. Which raises my battle capabilities by at least 300%.
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[System Prompt: Unable to create power. Spirit Score and Rank is not qualified.]
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Damn it! There goes my childhood dream!
Okay, let's revise it a little. Reducing the parameters a bit. I'll make the transformation power increase my battle capabilities by 100%.
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[System Prompt: Unable to create power. Spirit Score and Rank is not qualified.]
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I narrowed my eyes at this. There seems to be something that I am missing here.
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[System Prompt: Please create a power within 10 seconds or otherwise forfeit the priveledge]
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Damn it all to hell! I knew there would be a catch!
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[System Prompt: 8 seconds]
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Okay, I need to create a power within a given set of parameter and limitations that I am not aware of. If that was not hard enough, now I need to do it while being pressed for time.
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[System Prompt: 6 seconds]
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Okay! I want a power in the form of a virus that can control the mind of my target and invades the target's thoughts, will, and emotion. The virus is constantly emitted from my body through microparticles in the air in a five-meter radius. The virus is also virtually undetectable and lays dormant unless otherwise activated by me verbally. The virus infection will last indefinitely if the target stays within five-meters from me but has a time limit of 12 hours if the target is beyond the five-meter radius.
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[System Prompt: Please wait while power is being simulated and evaluated…]
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I blinked at that. Okay… So even the system is having a panel discuss my power?
I felt both excited and worried about this. On one hand, an evaluation means there is a possibility but on the other… Let's not think about that. This current situation that I am in seems to be some kind of an overused novel plot.
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[System Prompt: Power Creation Successful!]
[System Prompt: Start Details]
Servus Dominus (Level 1; Upgradable; 0/1000): Controls the mind of the target enabling the user to invade the thoughts, will, and emotions of the target.
Range: 3 meters; Area of Effect
Duration: Indefinite within 3 meters; 10 hours away
Restriction: Does not work on other Users
Usage: Passive Effect
[System Prompt: End Details]
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My eyebrows couldn't help but frown at the details. It seems that I was nerfed even before I started. Couldn't the "system" do that with my initial power of transformation so that it was accepted instead?
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[System Reply: Spirit Score and Rank is not qualified for that information.]
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A chill ran down my spine because of the sudden reply. Not because the system can read my thoughts but rather, something or someone seems to be monitoring my thoughts. Before I could muse more on this idea, the system seems to have other plans already.
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[System Prompt: User will now be sent to an Introductory Mission Dimension in 3 seconds…]
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My eyes widened while the feeling of dread rendered me unable to react as a bright flash of white enveloped me.