I'm Not a Hero Anymore

elcome the perverted me. Wait.

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..where

lanc endless abyss. There's nothing in sight

n? What the hel

s that look like crystals and beautiful architecture for houses. Mmmhh... I think I'm forgetting something they also said... Yea that's right, those hot f

on't think it's "that" abyss either. You know, the place for eternal torment. Could this b

he grim part but... we were sent to slain a villain, one of the toughest who had come from the demon realm into ours and was wreaking havoc. After being cornered by t

gest to begin with, I was practically at the bottom of the list, the weakest and seeing that knockers made my movement really sloppy. T

reaking awesome! Her beauty was enough to captivate anyone and I totally fell prey to that. She had silky black hair and eyes the colour of ocean, white smooth skin without an

chest, straight through my heart and out the back. That sharp burning pain dis

cough blood* them even..

hand fell t

g out my hand grabbing the air gesturing at g

e rack she wasn't going to use so I offered

have to go and die a virgin? Of all the important things in the world, why did

oft, squishy, bouncy things, except for the one that I had in my hand a

k them, poke them and many more. Although I could say the same about t

goodies and poked by those small cherries on top. And here I am without so much as seeing

you haven't experienced true bliss. They're squishy and soft. You can put your head on it like a pillow and do all sorts of

g boobs and others. Come to think of it I got my obsession fo

an. Finding the right moment to talk about it. Dad you're my her

tasting what heaven feels like. I clearly remember him once put

grope any other one then you don't have the right to call yourself a man. We men live for only one thing. And that is a woman's breasts. Breasts are the reasons for wars. They can bring about peace. Did you know that even moses wanted to go back to hi

inning down on him like he was on a stage; I could hear trumpets blowing and a crowd

ot going to see my fa

die a virgin? Why did I have to

a virgin I would have been okay with that. I want to know th

dreams of sleeping on a bed of boobs, groping each and e

dies, but that doesn't count. Wait I remember one of my comrades lying on top of m

oobs just once? I don't care about the size just let me just go back and gro

cr

7 minutes since I woke up. Time sure is sl

I'm already bored to d

egrets I forget to che

!!

Why am I naked? Wher

to me. They say you don't take materi

st you could do is

t if someone sees me like this? Oh wait, I'm dead

total le

hose alive to live their lives well cos eternal boredom awaits them after death. If I knew it would

will I have

uh? Never to see my family again, my friends and all those pretty girls at school and the faces of the dudes. Am

o

won't allow it. Floating here wi

ng life ahead of me and I plan on dedicating it to finding all the boobs I can feel up

world where all those meat bags are waiting for me to stuff my fa

lushing like hell. She opens her top and-plop- her white with cherry boobies fal

h the white nothingness like a certain man who

at the hel

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e hell i

ething in the distance. A speck which has a different

here since it has been so sinc

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ather who

t seems like the backside hum

t is a

is a human when she turned to look m

w long her hair is. Her eye colour is fiery just like the flames on her dress. She's probably in her twenties. She's wearing a white yukata which looks like silver with the way it's it reflecting the light in this place, with a pattern of stylish flames on it, tied

my imagination kill me again and scatter the remnants of

n them. I want to sleep on them like pillows. I don't care if she's an im

t here... Gimm

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th my legs and arms stuffing my face d

rea

t rubbing my face as if I was motorboating, making sure my cheeks could r

ean it took my death to finally get my hands on

of my face along with the satisfied smile on my face, I'll bet my ex

nose bleed so bad that it'd paint her skin red. But I do feel an itch on my nose so I continue rubbing my face. The feel of those jugulars on my naked

re is a fine w

horitative voice. But it sure s

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t say? That she'

ttle weight I felt on myself disappeared. Her wo

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t, have little to clue on how