I wake up feeling extremely refreshed.
[You sleep well?] Asks the voice in my head.
'So it wasn't all a dream.'
Completely ignoring the voice I get out of bed and stretch.
I look at the mirror on the wall and check myself out.
I'm 5.10 and pretty muscular, but it wouldn't be noticeable if I put on a shirt. I got a 6 pack and a slim physique.
"Looking good." I say with a smirk.
My smirk quickly gets replaced by my normal bored look.
"How narcissistic do you have to be to do that every morning?" I ask no one in particular.
My almost emotionless face and clothes that almost always covered my muscles made me seem like the prime bully target in the first year of high school.
Davis was always the athletic one so in middle school when he saw I wasn't getting fitter and was skinny and short he forced me to train with him. I hated it and still hate that I still have to work out but I'm still grateful for him. If he didn't force me to get fit, I would have been bullied in 8th grade when he moved out here. They thought that I was using Davis as a bodyguard, so they thought they could do whatever they wanted to me when he left. The look on their faces when I beat their asses made me smile. Not that I never smile I just don't do it that often. But annoyingly enough, people were watching and recording the fight, so I got the title 'Demonic Ice Prince' when I smiled. Kinda ironic since I have a god as an ancestor. I thought the naming shit was only in shows or anime but apparently, it's real. I was this 'Untouchable Prince' that no one could understand. At first, I thought it would be nice to be left alone but when people started challenging me to 'Prove that all of the rumors were fake' and I got a fan club of girls it got way more annoying than if I were to get bullied.
'I'm getting off track. That happens a lot. With me not talking all that much, my mind starts to wonder easily.'
[As long as you don't do that in battle then that's a good trait to have!] Says the voice.
Completely ignoring it once more I feel a breeze come in from my window.
I shiver a bit then remember that I'm completely naked.
Looking down I see my 9inch hard penis going flaccid due to the cold.
I've had a few flings and let me tell you being big isn't as good as people let it out to be. Women would preach about wanting a man with a giant penis but could barely take it in bed. I've done a total of 4 girls in my lifetime and every single one preached about how 5 inches was 'too small' even though its average and women were literally made to take 5-6 inches, but when they saw mine they froze up and I had to do all the work. Screaming about how it hurts and it's too big. Ironic ain't it? Those bitches made me have to work to please them with my penis. AND I HATE WORKING! Not that I really care about sex. I only did it because my hormones were distracting me from school. But I still had pride no matter how little I care about it so if I'm having sex then I'll make sure the other party likes it.
(I hate this paragraph with all my being it's so cringe but i refuse to change it cuz i'm too lazy.)
'I kinda wish I had an average penis.'
[You're wondering again.] Says the voice.
I look to my window.
'I know I didn't open my window last night. Maybe mister stalker decided to get more active.'
I was about to walk to the window to close it before my door opened.
"Hey Crystey, It's already 12 when are you gonna make break...fast." Says a familiar female voice.
I look over to see my roommate that I'd rather forget I'd lived with. Lexia Scott. She's 26, 5.9, short pink strait hair matching her pink eyes, and a beautiful body. Too bad she'll sell it to any other man. She has a lot of piercings on her. She has some on her ears, her left nostril, the bottom right side of her lip, and her belly button. She's wearing a loose black crop top with stringy arm things and a word written in bold bright pink letters saying "YOUR PERSONAL CUMDUMP" which would be a lie since she's everyone's cumdump. Well at least if you can pay enough. Even though it's loose you can still see her big DD-sized breast. I can see her nipples through it meaning she's not wearing a bra. She's also wearing tight skinny jeans with designed holes letting her milky white skin leak through her knees and thighs. I still don't get why people buy clothes that have rips in them.
Around a month after I started living here she had asked to live with me. She looked desperate and fidgety. I've dabbled with the dark side of the world when I was bored so I know that she probably messed with people she wasn't supposed to and needed a place to hide. She tried to use her body to get me to say yes but when I was about to close the door on her she offered 2k a month. I was surprised but money is money so I let her stay. 3 months later when things died down she asked to leave and get some money. I let her leave and was ready to call some contacts to track her down but she came back with the money and asked to stay here permanently for 1k a month. I agreed and that's how I got a roommate. Although my parents still come once a month to check up on me it's been remarkably easy to fool them.
Or they know and don't say anything.
While I was thinking she was staring at my crotch with a hungry look.
'Ah yes, I forgot she was also a pedo. Why am I surrounded by pedos?'
"ER-ERM!" I fake cough.
She gets out of her daze then looks up at me.
"Am I gonna have to pay for this show?" She asks with a smirk.
"Depends on how long you stare." I say.
"How can I not stare when I have a handsome hunk of meat standing right in front of me." She says as she takes a step forward seductively.
"Show some self-control before I call the police you pedo." I say before I turn around and walk to the window to close it.
"Tsk. I don't get why you gotta be so stiff. You got a mature beauty showing you her body and practically begging you to fuck her every single day free of charge and yet you don't even get a boner. Are you perhaps gay or do you have erectile dysfunction?" She asks trying to get me mad.
I close the window and lock it.
"First, I don't want to have sex with someone who might have STDs. Second, no I am not gay. And finally, you know I don't have erectile dysfunction because not only do you peek on me when I sleep but you also do when I'm in the shower." I say.
"I DON'T have STDs." She says.
I turn around and look at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Your not gonna deny that you peek on me?" I ask.
She doesn't say anything and just stares at me with a frown.
"Why are you always so calm all the damn time? I've known you for 1 and a half years and I haven't seen you mad once. The most I've seen you were annoyed." She asks.
"It's kinda unsettling." She says under her breath.
I walk towards her. She moves out of the way so I can get into the hallway. I look at her from the corner of my eye and she turns to face me.
"Gods don't need useless emotions such as anger." I say with utmost seriousness.
She shudders while staring deep into my black eye.
I walk down the hallway about to turn into the living room.
"Since when were you so narcissistic!" She says trying to sound normal but I can hear the slight shudder in her voice.
As I turn I make a note to myself.
'That may have been cool but it was also cringy as hell. I can do it but don't do it often or it'll get embarrassing and overdone.'