Ohoho! Look at all these tags... Mind break, corruption, moral degeneration... A delectable choice indeed! Ooooh~ Fuck this is the best!
Let's see, let's see! Ten thousand people to choose from... Ten thousand scum and degenerate to choose from... WHICH ONE has it takes to save the universe, I wonder!? Which one has it takes to rid the world of the all-consuming void, I wonder?
Ahhh... I don't know... Let's take a look at you!
"Wait... wha? Where..."
Ahaha! Yes you! Hi~ I am the Kaleidoscope, but you can call me Kali! Oh wait, I should probably start narrating everything, that's also my job you see? Ahem...
The man woke up to nothing, a world of empty void stretched out before him. A nebulae of possibility dances at the precipice of his vision, like pixels forming into images of what once was. The colors shift and turn, an illusion of what was and what is, building blocks of reality made bare before him...
He tried to rub the sleep of his eyes, yet... there was no hands.
There was no eyes, no body, no brain, no mind... Only a mere concept floating within an endless black. He began pondering if he actually died, he began pondering if this is the voice of god or devil, he began pondering of all he did in his life.
Regret... All the could have been... All the forgotten... All the lies ever told... All the potential wasted... All the cold nights ignoring-
Wait, wait, wait!!! No!!! Don't think about that, geez!
"Huh? What? Who are you?"
I'm not god, I'm not here to judge you and stop thinking about your mistakes. I don't want you to start considering about morality now that you've went this far. Ahh, screw it, lemme just... real quick, this is a one time thing okay? Don't expect me to keep showing up in person now.
I willed myself into existence - a living paradox of love and hate, lust and innocence, youth and maturity.
Bright blue eyes sparkling like a million stars. A veil of silky white hair dancing unshackled by gravity. Ribbons aflutter, frills unfurled, soft white skin, a wink, a teasing smile, a tight fabric that clung unto an untouched temple of sin and innocence.
Black and white uniform clung tight to my lithe form - frilly, delicate, quintessentially French but with a distinctly Japanese flair for pushing boundaries.
"Well, master?" I cooed, hands cupped behind my back to better thrust out my chest. "What do you think? I know it's French, but I think those clever Japanese have truly perfected the art, don't you agree?" With a wink and a swish of my short skirt, I sauntered right up to the static figure before me, close enough to feel the crackling energy on my skin.
It has no eyes, but I can feel its hungry gaze raking over every inch of me, making me feel naked despite my clothes. My arousal was already apparent, my nipples hardening into little points beneath the uniform. Would he notice? Of course he would. Could he resist? I certainly hoped not.
"Ahh... right... you're umm... Am I??"
I sighed and leaned back, trying and failing to hide my disappointment. Of course he has to sound like a complete fucking virgin. "Yes, isekai, all that jazz!" I waved my hand. "Anyway, you're still a shapeless static. What do you want to be now that you're dead and ready to be reincarnated?"
The static began pulsating, the concept of 'IT', the monster I've handpicked began wriggling out of its mortal shell, clawing and twisting out of the endless 'what ifs'. It's thinking now, that thing is THINKING of all the depraved possibilities ahead of it. Come on! Show me something good!!!
"Is there a catch or can I just be anything I want?"
"No catch! Well, I guess if you can only decide on your appearance being a catch then yes, it's a catch! But COME ON!!! What's the fun in thinking too hard hmm??? Just pick your wildest fantasy, the biggest, baddest stud you ever want to be. Or let's start with your tools, 7 inch? 10 inch?"
...
"Uhhh... There's an OC I kinda wrote? From a fanfic I wrote years ago?"
Oooh, oh! The efficiency, I LOVE IT! Let's see here. Ah, yes, standard fantasy stuff. Black messy hair, bright green eyes, athletic figure, scars in the back, tanned skin, abnormally talented, beautiful voice, plays flute! Abs, obviously. Loved by animals
"Yep, I can, well appearance wise I mean..." I grinned and folded my arms as the stud began to form within the static.
The man stood tall, twice my height, glowering at me with that light scowl on his face, that dark stern look, and that tall posture that means business.
I licked my lips, fuck I'm jealous of those girls now... Just imagining those large strong hands, handling me like an object... Pressing me against those strong chiseled chest... That deep guttural voice, whispering orders...
"Oh that's so cool!" the man's voice was deep, but very, very uncharacteristically chipper. He looked at his muscled arms, hands, and counted his fingers. He did a little hop, feeling his body. "I feel so light, I'm like a fucking body builder!"
Nevermind, he's still a loser at heart. Gotta teach him to play the role of a master more.
"Right, no need to be too excited now," I looked at him, despite that stupid grin on his face, there's still that underlying confidence. That roughish grin that looks ready to whisk you somewhere faraway. "Lemme introduce myself, I am 'The Kaleidoscope', a concept within the Void Everlasting," I gestured at the endless black around us. "I am the Origin of Colors, it's way too much to elaborate, but basically... I'm gonna be your System,"
"My," he took a step closer to me. "System?"
You almost sound possessive there, COME ON, is it really that hard to declare that I belong to you??? Just say it, 'My System', tell me I'm yours, make me yours dammit!
"Y-yeah, anyway, here's the case. Right now, a whole bunch of eggheads are surrounding you inside of a hibernation pod. Yknow, like Doom Guy sort of deal, ya dig? And like, they're gonna train you, cozy up to you, try to manipulate you, etc."
The man folded his arms. "Hmm, interesting," his grin turned into a calculating look. "You said something about saving the universe?"
"You're right!" I cleared my throat. "Okay so... Uhh, world in danger, there's this thing called 'Void' that's corrupting people, creatures, and machines. Some organizations are trying to combat the 'Void' by summoning powers beyond mortal comprehension, yours truly, and they need a vessel, you. With me so far?"
"Maybe? Why me though?"
"Why you?" I smirked. "Well, for one, don't think I don't know what's in your mind. You've been fantasizing about raping me silly aren't you?"
The man cleared his throat. "Well... now... that's just... fantasy..."
"Everything there is starts from fantasy," I said simply. "Your job is to make those fantasies reality! Training 'vessels' who will get power beyond mortal comprehension. Of course, these vessels are going to be young girls and they're going to require a lot of training of submission."
There was a moment of silence as the man considered my explanation. I mean, I left out the part where I'm also going to be training him to act more like a monster. But hey, I'm pretty sure that's implied somewhere in the conversation above.
"So..." he folded his arms. "I swear I've seen this Eroge plot before,"
"It's a very cultured Eroge, I assure you,"
"I have to corrupt cute girls so that they stay obedient to this organization?"
"For the fate of the universe,"
"And doing that require some very messed sexual training?"
"For the fate of the universe,"
"Are you sure you're not just being horny? And that there is a better way?"
"For The Fate Of The Universe!"
The man finally sighed and cracked his knuckles. "Well then, time to put all of my... 'skills' to use, when do I start?"
"That's the spirit!" I gave him a pump with my fist. "We'll start soon. I'll be the voice in your head narrating your action. You can tune me out whenever you want," I grinned. "Have fun then, see ya!"
There was an explosion, a burst of color clamoring out of the blackened void around us. Tendrils of many shades and spectrum engulfing us. His body pressed against mind, his black fantasy melding together with mine, shackled only by traces of morals and humility, like a wild beast eyeing me hungrily from its case.
I'd open the cage if I could, let those monsters ravish me, paint me white, black, red, and blue. Make me cry and scream for more. Oh, the sweet agony of unleashing this monster upon myself and existence as we know it!!! Fuck me hard, I want this so bad!
But alas... everything requires an effort...
This vessel still needs to be trained...
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