Garp was now on the precipice of an untimely demise.
Resigned to his fate, he was firmly bound to the medieval contraption, a guillotine ready to sever his head from his body.
The crowd in the village of Pe Nis eagerly gathered, awaiting the grisly spectacle.
The executioner, a towering figure draped in a dark cloak, approached Garp.
"You seem oddly calm for someone facing the chopping block," he remarked.
The executioner usually had a morbid fascination, but the fact Garp was so calm disturbed him.
Garp let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"What's the point in getting all worked up about it? Might as well get it over with," he muttered.
His gaze never left the ground.
The executioner paused. He was smiling, but no one would see that from the hood that masked his face.
"You know," the executioner grinned, "I must confess, your mother had a truly magnificent ass and the finest pussy this village has ever seen."
Garp remained silent.
"You're about to die, so at least take pride in that."
Garp's eyes remained unfazed, there were hints of disgust but nothing too pronounced.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he grumbled, rubbing his temples. "Can we please move on?"
The executioner, taken aback by Garp's strangely nonchalant response, stammered, "Wait, wait! You mean to say... you've banged your mother too?!"
This sentence garnered a collective gasp from the crowd.
"Man, I know Penelope was a whore... but her own son?"
"The fuck? That's the best one, sex with mommies..."
"Says the guy who got handled from the back by his father."
"HEY! It was consensual!"
"Bruh, that's even worse."
Several discussions like these erupted from the crowd.
Garp's face reddened with frustration as he shouted, "No, you dim-witted imbecile! I didn't bang my mother!"
"Oh please, like you don't wanna get piece of her," said the executioner.
A heavy sigh came out of Garpʼs mouth.
"Now, can we just forget this conversation and proceed?"
Comprehension finally dawning upon the befuddled executioner, he nodded in agreement. He hoisted the massive executioner's axe onto his shoulder with a grunt, his grip steady and unyielding.
A hush fell over the crowd.
The executioner's arm swung in a magnificent arc, the razor-sharp blade effortlessly slicing through the rope that held Garp's fate.
With a sickening thud, Garp's head toppled from his body, blood splattering everywhere.
A collective gasp emanated from the stunned onlookers.
And thus, Garp met his end with a dash of absurdity and a smattering of crude jests, forever etching his bizarre execution in the annals of history.
BTW, Penelope loved anal.
...
When Garp opened his eyes, he found himself in a world enveloped in pure whiteness.
"Where am I...?"
As his gaze settled, he beheld a scene that filled him with immense delight.
A bed adorned the space, upon which three individuals were engaged in an act of profound intimacy.
A woman, her flowing black tresses cascading around her captivating blue eyes, fearlessly embraced her partner.
The man was well-built, an individual of remarkable strength and vigor.
"Harder~~!"
"Harder~~!"
"Harder~~!"
Garp was in a state of shock.
He watched in awe as the man, with a gesture of utmost tenderness, extended his left hand, hovering it just above the woman's breast.
Indeed, he was about to knead her heavy, succulent breast.
Then, the lady noticed the presence of the young man, Garp.
"Oh," she exclaimed, and with a snap of her fingers, the men she was having sex with all vanished.
In their place, a white robe materialized, gracefully draping her body.
The robe delicately clung to her ample figure, accentuating the exquisite curves of her breasts and the alluring outline of her cleavage.
Her skin glistened with a subtle sheen of perspiration, illuminating the sensuality that emanated from every pore.
Trailing down her shimmering thighs were droplets of her vaginal fluids, as if enticing one with a tantalizing glimpse of pleasure.
Garp's throat tightened, and this elicited a seductive smile from the lady, exuding an aura of irresistible temptation.
"Eh, where am I?" he asked.
"Oh, this is my afterlife domain," said the lady, she used her thumb to wipe off the cum trail on her mouth.
Right after, she immersed it in the saliva of her wet mouth, her tongue gently wrapped around her thumb and sucked off the cum. Her thumb exited her mouth with a sniwey strand of saliva which broke soon after.
"Afterlife domain?" Garp repeated.
At this point, her sexual actions were normal.
I mean, he just saw two men going down on her like she was a 2 for 1 deal.
Then again, in this case it'd be 2 in 1.
The woman nodded.
"Indeed," she replied, a tranquil smile beamed on her face. "This is where all those who are unjustly killed find themselves. It's a place tailored to the situations they last experienced."
"Wait, let me get this straight," Garp interjected, brows furrowing slightly. "You mean to say that whatever situation led to someone's death determines which God's afterlife domain they end up in?"
The woman nodded again, her smile widening.
"Exactly! Someone who dies by lightning will find themselves in the afterlife domain of the God of Lightning, while someone who was deprived of riches before they died would be found in either the God of Poverty's or the God of Fortune's domain, depending on their karma."
Garp paused, absorbing this strange information.
"Well then, if that's the case... Why am I here in your domain?"
"Call me Ero-sama," she chuckled softly.
"Eh, Ero-sama... why am I here?" Garp asked, shaking off his surprise.
"Ah, it seems you found yourself in a rather... sexual situation when you met your demise."
Garp scratched his head, a perplexed expression on his face.
"Sexual situation? The only thing remotely sexual was those bastards talking about my mother and calling her a whore."
"Penelope? That woman's a do—"
"Please, not now." Garp held out a hand.
Ero-sama sighed. "Alright, back on topic."
"So why'd I end up here? I wasn't in any sexual situation" Garp asked again.
Ero-sama grinned. "Oh, but getting aroused by talks of sweet holes and melons, even just a little... that's enough to land you in my domain."
Garp blushed furiously, shifting his gaze to the side. "Well, I suppose I did, in fact, get a bit... excited," he admitted.
Ero-sama burst into laughter, her voice echoing throughout the ethereal domain. "Classic, absolutely classic!" she exclaimed, wiping away a tear of mirth. "Well, Garp, it seems you've become an unexpected devotee of mine. Welcome to the world of Ero-sama!"
Garp's face flushed an even deeper shade of red as he grumbled, "Just my luck..."
And so, Garp found himself thrust into the realm of the Goddess of Erotica, his afterlife taking a decidedly unexpected and yet horny turn.
This was the first step that led to his rise as Mastur Bate.
The Divine Lover.