Would you believe me if I told you that I died while having the best blowjob of my life?
Um Yeah, you read it correctly, and it was the first and best.
That was how I died but let me tell you how this actually happened.
Well, for starters, my name is Allen Sigma.
Don't mind my last name; it also had its own story, you know.
I was an orphan; basically, my parents left me, God knows when, and they didn't even give me a name, so I was nameless.
But the good thing was that they left me in front of a very great old lady's house; her kindness knew no bounds, and so she raised me without batting an eye, but the thing was, she didn't let me use her last name.
I always asked, "Why?" But the only answer I got was that 'it would be best if you didn't know.'
So I stopped asking her that and asked her to give me a last name just like she gave me my first name, Allen.
"I've raised you this much; name it yourself."
That was her response, and at that time I was 6 years old and going to an elementary school, and the best word that I've ever heard and the coolest that sounded to me was 'Sigma'.
It sounded so cool, like a really manly last name.
Not giving it another thought, I just went with it, and that was one of the biggest Ls in my life.
Well, never mind; I'm only human, and mistakes are bound to happen.
Living with Grandma, life was not easy. At some point, I didn't understand if she was raising me or if I was helping her reach her deathbed, but she was the love of my life, the only person who truly loved me and took care of me, and just like that, I graduated Middle school, and the inevitable day arrived, and my grandma left the world.
You know, that was the saddest day of my life. It didn't hurt me much when I learned that my parents abandoned me, but this hurt like hell.
She always used to say to me, "Chungi, choose wisely whom to associate with."
When she talked about it, she would always have a sad and heartbroken expression on her face, but before dying, she spoke, "Chungi, always pay close attention to who you bring into your life," but this time her sentence was not complete yet, and she continued, "especially girls."
It's said that one should always remember one's last word, or did I just make this up?
Well, no matter.
But I was so sad and cried for several days. The food tasted like shit—not like I have ever eaten shit, but yeah, you get my point. And that made me forget my grandma's last words.
I got the house and everything Grandma owned as my own, according to the will she left. It seemed like she didn't have a family. No one other than me and a few old uncles attend her funeral.
Her 'will' had a house that was situated in the city nearby, and it appeared that she used to live there. The house was registered to me, and her will contained money that would be enough for me to complete high school without doing any part-time jobs. Leaving behind all the memories of the small house in the village in which I grew up, I went to the city.
Starting a new life in a new place and being alone was quite harsh for me, but with the help of some good neighbours, I was off to a good start.
I was a country bumpkin starting a new life in the city, and I thought my start was well off; I would be miles ahead of me.
I was DeadBathPetFucked wrong.
Yeah, just like the word above, I was wrong from different angles.
This was my first time living on my own. What did I expect? I had to do cooking, clean the house and the place where I dumped my dump, wash clothes, billing, and manage my studies.
The first three things were manageable, but the latter two sucked. I sucked very hard at them. Oh well, you will only understand this pain if you have lived alone, so if any of you haven't, then don't scratch your balls at this.
I was a very hardworking guy from the start, and I always did things that were meant to be done today; I never procrastinated. Well, Grandma taught me by scaring the snot out of me by saying if I delayed my work, then the boogieman would come and eat me.
Oh well, yeah, Grandma in Hell, that really worked, because even now I maintain that habit because I was afraid of boogieman.
Doing things correctly, doing things right, and doing things on time was just my thing.
And so the first year of high school came to an end, but that end brought a new change in my life.
Oh yeah! A girl confessed to me.
I presume you don't believe me, but who cares, man? The one to get proposed to was me, so it was for me to believe.
Not from my class, though.
Well, I did what everyone would have done if such a beauty had confessed to you, and I gladly, with open arms, accepted it.
I didn't see any reason to refuse.
But one should pray to God, you know.
You definitely should, and I should have definitely done some research before hitting myself with a hammer.
Well, the blood was already spilled, so I didn't see a way to back down.
I went to her house.
Well, if you can call it that,
It was huge, massive—well, I just thought it was bigger than the sun's balls.
She was the one to invite me, though.
The moment I stepped into her house.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
My heart was dancing over the roof with the symphony of the grim reaper.
She turned around, came close to my ears, and whispered to me with an enchanting and melodious voice, "No one's home!"
Well, someone certainly stood up.
'Calm down, buddy; we didn't even go on our first date yet.'
Oh! Yeah, he definitely didn't listen.
He was roaring and just on the verge of destroying the curtains and coming out.
"Where are all of them? Your house is quite humongous; I believe servants would be there."
The moment she heard this, a frown appeared on her face, but she quickly hid it.
Well, I definitely didn't see that, as I was busy calming a certain someone.
'Yeah, calm down, bro; we don't have that luck, you know.'
'I bet she wants to play Ludo.'
Coming closer to my ears again, she whispered seductively, "Let's go to my room; no one would disturb us."
Then another idea popped into my mind: 'Is she testing me? Could be possible.'
'Does she want to know if I'm a bad boy?'
And what she whispered next just sealed the deal: "We'll have fun. Lots of it."
Those words were the sweetest I've ever heard.
Oh yeah, those were some dream-forming words.
Yeah, my lil bro agreed like never before.
I walked into the land of fantasies and didn't even know we were standing in front of her room.
She gestured for me to go in first.
'Well, some manners she has. A1 manners.'
This would be my first time entering the room of a G.I.R.L.
Yes, a real living girl, and at that, a rich girl.
Her room alone was just as big as my house.
Well, let's not get involved in the matter of how big her house was, or whether it was even a house, but yeah, she had her room on the fifth floor.
I entered her room.
'Ahh! I finally smelled heaven.'
The fragrance of her room just felt like what heaven should smell like.
'Wow! I bet even farts can't do shit here.'
I inhaled deeply. Ah, the fragrance! This godly scent tingled my nose. My nose hairs were screaming in pleasure, and it felt like a rush of blood would come out any time soon.
I heard the room door close.
Then suddenly, her hands reached for my face, and the inevitable started.
Umhm.
Yup.
Her Lips on mine
Oh, now I'm in bed.
Yup, everything that should have gone right was going right.
'Oh my... wow!'
I indulged in the pleasure.
And then came her more erotic idea.
"Let's tie your hands to the bed, and I will give you... " Holding my lil bro, she continued, "The best job of your life."
Let me be clear: my situation was fantastic, and that figure of her—oh well, those holy mountains didn't belong to high school, and those peaches were... watermelon, I presume.
So why should I decline the offer of the job?
Any sane person wouldn't, right?
But any sane person wouldn't also have all these pleasures on the first date of his life, I suppose, but I didn't have time to think about that because my hands were already tied to the bed, both hands stretched to their sides and tied with some kind of rope.
Yup, the job started.
Yes, the job that ended my life
But hold on; see for yourself what's the hurry.
My lil bro and her lips kissed each other with full passion, and then she had a crazed look on her face as if possessed by something.
And believe it or not, she said the next part.
"I knew it!" A crazed and horney look on her face as she licked...
"I could smell it!"
"I really could smell." Her voice was getting louder and louder with every word she spoke—"the biggest and thickest in the school!"
And she began doing the job more passionately.
If I couldn't tell it by how I felt, it was the best I could have said while looking at her face and seeing how she was enjoying it.
She then locked eyes with me and said, "Your name is Allen, right?"
'She doesn't even know my name. Wtf.'
I simply nodded.
She smirked and licked... and then spoke, "I'll tell you a secret."
"But it's not secret if I know it." I blurted it out unconsciously.
"You shouldn't worry about that."
"You know," her grip on my lil bro became firmer and firmer each time as she spoke seductively, "I've got a special ability, or you could say it's a superpower."
She looked at me to seek confirmation that I understood the crap she was blurting.
"Y-Yeah! Can you loosen your grip a bit? That would be a relief."
No. She didn't listen to my plea.
That's when I started having doubts that something wasn't right from the start until now, and that was when my hungry teenager hormones just vanished.
'No, now I don't feel a bit horny; oh yeah, what was that? I was having pleasure.'
Do you remember that word from before? Oh yeah, that one, which was wrong from all angles. Yeah, now that I thought about my situation, I was feeling like that.
Beads of sweat were forming on my ass.
'Every angle of this date feels wrong to me now.'
No parents.
None of the servants stopped us.
Heck, none of them even bothered to glance at me.
But the most important among all of these was a girl asking me out and even taking the initiative.
Well, when my mind was in turmoil and all these thoughts started to run wild in my mind, she continued and spoke without minding my words for losing the grip.
"You know this superpower awakened in me when I entered high school."
"Ahhh! I love it!" She moaned loudly.
"Yess! From then on, you know what? This superpower allowed me to smell the type and size of cock a guy has."
"One hell of a power, don't you say?"
"I smelled in class which guy had the strongest scent, but none of them let me smell the scent I wanted to smell, but one day I stumbled on you, and yeah yeah!" She then started doing the job more aggressively, and her moans became even louder.
"Your scent was the strongest; it didn't even leave me when I reached home, so I stalked you and kept smelling the strongest and sexiest smell I've ever smelled."
And at this moment, I was more terrified of this lunatic than enjoying the job. What the fuck was she blabbering? Though my mind didn't deny the fact that it felt the absolute best,
However, her next words shattered everything.
"That's why I need your cock for myself." Then, without even letting me process what she meant, she stretched her hands a bit, reached the side of the bed, and took out a saw.
SAW.
Yes. It was a fucking saw.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Let's talk things out, shall we?" I shouted panicked; even all the hairs on my ass were standing straight in fear.
Panicked.
That was a weak word, I suppose, but yeah, you could say I was not only scared, but that was the start of a traumatic hell.
Like, who wouldn't be?
Naked on bed with your lil bro having the lubrication of its life, but then suddenly you saw a person with a saw, and the possibilities were endless.
And don't forget, I was tied to my hands, and I used every leg I had to avoid it. The saw, of course.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you my full name, my nephew; it's Sakura Satalin Amane."
And then she cut it off.
Yes.
I don't even know what to say.
I straight-up died.
But before that, I only had one thought: 'Fuck you, grandma.'
And that's how I died while having the first, best, and worst blowjob of my life.
Don't laugh; you don't know the pain.