Amon had been glued to the bed for two days straight. He hadn't even bothered standing up. Why would he, when he already had everything he needed in his arms? His "wife."
He hugged the pillow tighter, kissed it softly, and let out a blissful sigh. Life was perfect. Except for the food. Food was still absolute, irredeemable garbage.
And the food in the waking world wasn't much better. The so-called "luxurious" stuff gave him a headache, too.
Maybe his generation really was ssed up enough to nuke the entire planet. Like, bruh… at least leave sothing so normal food could exist. Not just freaking synthpaste. Sure, Kido's fruits and vegetables were delicious, but Amon still missed his kitchen.
Luna wasn't much of a cook anyway. The als she'd made back in the outskirts said enough. Honestly, Amon could cook rat better than she could handle chicken.
But jokes aside… why did he suddenly feel chills crawling down his spine?
"Eh? Aghh, fuck!" he shouted in disbelief and anger as he was thrown out of the bed.
"What the hell was that?!"
Groaning, he looked up, only to see Luna staring coldly at him. Then her gaze shifted to the pillow… and her expression turned jealous.
Amon looked down with a grimace. What the fuck…
Luna had the exact sa thought. What the fuck…
She bit the inside of her cheek, huffing like a boiling kettle. Blyat... Why is that bastard showing more warmth to a pillow and a toilet than !? What's wrong with him?!
Amon sighed, shaking his head. Can't even sleep in peace. It's all her dumb friends from the past making her paranoid. Blyat… fuck this shit.
Clicking his tongue, he stood up and started changing under Luna's burning stare. Sure, he had his mories, but those artifacts weren't exactly comfortable down there. Man needed barricades if his bloodline was gonna survive.
Luna crossed her arms, watching him slip into so aristocratic-looking clothes, clearly looted from so ruin. Dark city? Bright castle? Who even cared anymore.
But before she could stew any longer, Amon pulled sothing from Fraud's Bag and tossed it at her. She caught the fabric automatically with frown, then her eyes went wide.
Dresses? Not just any dresses. Her favorite designs.
And the one on top… oh, it was perfection. A dieval-style vintage evening gown in deep erald green satin. The bodice hugged tight, flowing into a sweeping floor-length skirt with regal weight. Lace traced the neckline in an elegant curve.
But the sleeves... Oh, the sleeves! Voluminous, tied at the elbow, trimd with lace that breathed romance.
Luna's irritation evaporated like smoke in a gale. Her eyes sparkled with elation. Luna already imagined herself in it; she would look like a noblewoman.
Amon glanced at her and smiled, shaking his head in amusent. Heh, works every ti.
So could even say Amon was a professional when it ca to smoothing things over with Luna. He'd learned long ago that every argunt with her ended in one way: his loss. So instead of fighting battles he couldn't win, he adapted, outsmarted and evolved.
His strategy was simple: don't argue, distract. Before the storm could even start, he'd pull sothing shiny from his bag of tricks. A car, a bike, jewelry, cash... Hell, even a whole damn cow if it would make her stop glaring at him. Whatever it took to dodge a full-scale war.
But Amon wasn't totally helpless either. He had survival protocols. Rule number one: if he slipped and called her a bitch mid-argunt, then he was dead. Ga over. So calmness was crucial. Rule number two: if calmness failed and he was in the wrong, slam the door hard enough to rattle the foundations, then disappear. Either to his friends' place or into a haze of alcohol.
And if it ca to the last option… Let's say, things escalated fast. Tires slashed, car windows shattered. Dresses set on fire, jewelry drowned in the toilet. Sotis even dogshit mysteriously appearing in handbags.
Shit, Amon thought, watching Luna twirl happily with her new dresses. Why is life so tragic and hard…
While Luna admired the fabric with sparkling eyes, Amon shed a single tear.
Luna knew exactly what Amon was doing with his gifts, but she didn't care. She hadn't even been that angry in the first place. The problem was, Amon had sohow gaslighted himself into believing he needed gifts to resolve every conflict. Once Luna realized that, she simply started feigning anger because it always ended with her holding sothing new in her hands. Heh, Amon really was dumb sotis.
Amon, of course, knew Luna wasn't always actually angry. But at this point? He didn't care either. Victory and defeat were irrelevant. What mattered were gains and losses. And for Amon, peaceful silence was gain enough. Goat Yuan was always there for him, guiding him through every crisis. He almost teared up from sheer gratitude.
Not to ntion… even Mahoraga wouldn't be able to adapt to that kind of bullshit, so he figured he was fine.
After that, Amon glanced at himself in the mirror and smiled in satisfaction. He really did look like an aristocrat. Sure, he hadn't managed to beco a duke in his first Nightmare… but once dici built his own empire, Amon was definitely getting that title.
After ssing around with his loot, Amon finally shoved everything he liked back into Fraud's Bag and switched into his usual assassin's robes. Then he pulled out a stack of soul shards and stared down at them grimly.
His fingers twitched. His heartbeat thundered in his chest.
It was ti. Ti to beco a Demon.
He'd postponed forming his third core long enough, paralyzed by the fear gnawing at him. And yeah, he was still scared shitless. But what choice did he have? He needed every edge, every scrap of power he could get. …Well, not every scrap. He'd hidden away enough shards to fund his clan and cash in with the governnt for a mountain of points.
Across the room, dici lounged with a blissful smile, watching him like a creep enjoying a live horror show.
"Fuckin' traitor," Amon muttered under his breath. Be glad I'm not about to crash out like Eren.
Forcing himself to breathe evenly, he steadied his shaking hands and glanced at his runes.
Soul Fragnts: [1994/2000]
Just three Awakened soul shard until saturation. Just six more fragnts, and his monster core would saturate, pushing him straight into forming his Demon Core.
"Haaa…" Amon exhaled like a man being marched to the gallows. Luna and dici were already holding back laughter.
"Seriously, guys? I'm just not masochist like you two psychos."
Luna leaned down, kissed the tip of his nose, and purred: "Sure, sure. Whatever you say, love."
Amon ground his teeth. Ragebait of that level doesn't work on , woman…
"Alright. Let's do it exactly how I told you."
dici tied his hair back, chuckling. "Fine. But I never thought I'd see soone go this far just to dodge the pain of forming a core. You really will do anything to escape pain and responsibility."
"Damn right," Amon muttered, gulping down his fear as sweat beaded on his brow. Then he crushed the shards one by one, devouring the fragnts into himself.
The Spell's cold whisper slithered through his mind:
[Your Soul Is Overflowing With Power…]
[Your Soul Is Obscured By Mysteries…]
And then, before the agonizing pain of forming the core could even start, dici smirked and punched him square in the face.
Amon went out cold instantly.
Yes, Amon would really go that far to avoid pain. At least now he was unconscious and wouldn't feel anything. As for the tooth he lost… Luna would help him regrow it, so it was fine.
But even unconscious, his body twitched and spasd violently. Luna sighed, crouching beside him to make sure he didn't hurt himself on the cold floor. With a faint, almost imperceptible motion, she activated her ability to ease his suffering.
Luna's mastery of flesh and blood magic was unparalleled. She could manipulate her own cells with ease, and her knowledge of biology amplified her precision. Manipulating soone else's was trickier, mystical soul essence tends to reject foreign energies but since Amon was unconscious, his defenses weren't active. And, crucially, she wasn't harming him, so his essence didn't push back.
She started small, subtly influencing his nerve endings and blood vessels to dampen the pain signals. Then, delicately, she adjusted his body chemistry, boosting endorphins, regulating hormones and making the inevitable agony far more bearable.
It wasn't perfect. He still thrashed a little, but far less than he would have. Even unconscious, Luna's faint frown betrayed her annoyance at seeing him suffer because, for all his antics, she couldn't quite stand watching him in pain.
Closing her eyes for a mont, Luna took a seat while dici punched him again as he was waking up. For so reason, dici had the happiest smile on his face while doing so and for so reason, he kept punching him even after he'd been knocked out again.
After letting out a satisfied sigh, dici flopped onto the bed. This was a really great day. Amon's face was extrely punchable, after all and he deserved it. Spreading rumors that dici was gay? That definitely counted as revenge. dici was still pissed; so guy had co up to him making a confession, and he'd almost burned the fool to ashes.
But well, the past was the past, and between homies, it was acceptable so whatever. These two had been abusing each other ever since they'd t two years ago in the outskirts and discovered that both were transmigrators. Maybe it was fate, who knows?
After so ti, Amon's eyes snapped open. He sat up abruptly, breathing heavily. Before he could say anything, he noticed blood flowing from his nose and lip. His nose was broken too, and there were three teeth lying beside him. The fuck?
Luckily, Luna was a healer, so Amon was as good as new after a few minutes. Phew… at least I avoided that fucked-up pain and survived. That alone soothed his heart.
After so ti, Luna left to see her bloodsisters, leaving dici and Amon behind. The two of them just lay on the bed, doing nothing for a while, before starting to hit each other with pillows.
Soon, what began as a funny pillow fight turned brutal as they escalated to fists but they quickly stopped once they noticed the room was in ruins.
dici glanced at him, a little embarrassed and awkward about the question he was about to ask.
"So… how do you do it?"
"Do what, man?" Amon asked imdiately.
"Sex, I an…" dici admitted, blushing slightly.
Amon's mouth twitched, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Elaborate, senior brother," he said without hesitation.
dici gritted his teeth and looked down, ashad. This is way too embarrassing!
"I an… how do you actually do it? Don't you get nervous? What do girls like while doing it? And also… is it better if the size is too big or just normal? I know small isn't…"
Amon stared at him blankly for a mont before his mouth involuntarily curled into a barely restrained laugh.
"Fine, fine… okay. First question: it depends on who you're with."
dici frowned, confused. Noticing his expression, Amon continued with a sigh.
"If she's a virgin, be slower and gentler or she'll hate you. From what I've seen, it's painful as hell. Sa goes for petite won, you have to understand you're bigger than most. And…" He glanced down at dici and sighed. "Your little friend seems… quite big. So just be considerate. It's not outrageously big, which is good."
dici nodded and started taking notes, which made Amon's eyes widen in disbelief. Then dici looked up, innocently asking the question that made Amon even more awkward.
"But I've heard… bigger is better. Isn't that right?"
Amon finally lost it and burst into laughter. Masculinity my ass… this guy's a fraud. Of course, laughing and teasing your bro was always satisfying.
"No, bruh. Where did you hear that? It's painful and uncomfortable! It's not even realistic. Do you think a vagina is a bucket or sothing?"
dici nodded in understanding. That made sense. Now there was another topic he wanted to ask about.
"What about inexperience? Isn't it embarrassing when you get nervous in bed? Like, co on, bro… it's shitty as hell."
Amon frowned. Well… he'd never really thought about that. This was sothing new.
"To be honest, I don't know and I never really cared about it. I think it depends on the woman's preference. So might like experienced guys, so inexperienced. I've even heard so like virgins… though those ones are kinda ssed up sotis, so I don't really know. As for nervousness… I don't know."
"You don't?" dici asked in surprise, making Amon grimace. What does he think I am? So kind of sex sage? The fuck?
"Listen… so won might find it cute. And don't worry about it. It's normal for both parties to be nervous the first ti. I know it's more about being nervous about not satisfying your partner, right? My first ti was with Luna, and we were both virgins, so it wasn't that awkward. Luna was understanding and apparently thought I was cute for so reason. Anyway, the point is: be honest, man. It's fine to be nervous, just don't fuck things up. It gets frustrating if you freeze and can't do shit because of anxiety."
Amon sighed, shaking his head as he stood up.
"Anyway… I didn't care much about sex after, like, three or four tis. I'm not exactly like that. It's more like a drug, the more you do it, the less pleasure you get, at least that's how it is for . I just go with the flow most of the ti. And I've only been with Luna, so I'm not exactly the best source of advice."
He paused. His eyes widened, his mouth twitched… and then it spread into that mischievous, wide grin of his.
"Wait a second… Don't tell …"
dici appeared behind him with a grin and gave him a casual thumbs-up.
Amon blinked, dumbfounded… but well, okay. At least sex relieved so stress. That was sothing, he guessed.
dici left with his notes, leaving Amon alone.
Slowly, Amon pulled out a small box, a tiny mouth and tongue rolling out of it, almost like it had a personality of its own. His grin widened as he activated its enhancent.
"I an… how do you actually do it? Don't you get nervous? What do girls like while doing it? And also… is it better if the size is too big or just normal? I know small isn't…"
The box responded in dici's unmistakable voice. Amon's grin widened even further.
"Now… what do I do with such exquisite blackmail material…"
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[A/N: Okay, we got a little slice-of-life scene here, and dici's in the ga, I guess, hahaha. I tried to make it as realistic as possible, and that's it. I don't know if I got everything exactly right, but I rembered how nervous I felt about my first ti, so whatever. And yep, Amon's a demon now! Bros trying every trick to cheat the process. While everyone's suffering to advance, he just knocked himself out, heh. Now, there's another topic we need to discuss, and the age of slander must never die. So, who's the biggest potential woman?
1. Morgan
2. Effie
That's it for now, fellas. Enjoy the al!]
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