Perverted Mage

The throbbing pain in my head makes me wince. My ears are ringing. I blink my eyes several times as the pain begins to subside and my vision starts to become clear. A girl with long grey hair comes into my focus. Slick l.i.c.k.i.n.g sounds reach my ears.

What's happening?

I stare at the girl who is gliding her tongue up and down the rod, soaking it with her saliva. My brain turns blank. I can't figure out this situation. I can feel the warmth of her mouth infusing into that thing.

All of a sudden, she presses her lips around the c.o.c.k harder while her moist tongue teases the tip in her warm and velvety mouth. Heat rushes my cheeks. I gasp when a strange pressure arises in it and I feel it hardening under the torment of her furious tongue. The pleasant currents deluge through my nerves. A shaky m.o.a.n escapes my mouth.

This situation isn't right! The girl is actually l.i.c.k.i.n.g the p.e.n.i.s attached to my body. I manage to stutter the word out. "S-S-Stop."

My arm feels heavy to lift. My fingers are a little stiff to move. She opens her eyes; I sense her tongue slowing down for a moment. A flicker of disgust flash in those pink eyes. However, she doesn't cease her actions. She squeezes her eyes shut and her tongue flicks the tip of the p.e.n.i.s harder.

I don't understand what is going on. But my head is clearer after seeing the disgust in her eyes.

I am indeed a sucker of pretty girls, but it doesn't mean that I would let anyone give me a blow job. It's not like I ever had a blowjob before. Heck! I never had a p.e.n.i.s before. Why do I have a p.e.n.i.s and why is this girl giving me a blow job? I never had this kind of wet dream in my entire life. This is unacceptable even in my dreams. I gather all my strength and holler at the girl. "What the f.u.c.k!"

The girl widens her eyes and looks at me like a startled rabbit with a carrot in its mouth. She

She pulls away from me and looks down at the p.e.n.i.s with uneasiness and fear in her eyes. She replies to me with a trembling voice, "Teacher, I can do it better. Just give me one more chance."

Her nervous smile adds to my discomfort. My c.h.e.s.t is missing something. Where did those D cups go? Those were my pride.

"Please." The girl curls her fingers around that foreign organ between my legs. Her round eyes become misty. "Don't give me the failing grade. I can't go back home. My parents will kill me if I fail again. If you want, you can have my first time. I will do anything you want."

F.u.c.k! This is a crisis. I hate it when people cry. I don't even understand what she is saying. Why is she calling me a teacher?

This is too real to be a dream.

But the girl is using her tear tactics on the wrong person. She shouldn't be touching that thing between my legs.

"Leave."

"But, Teacher." Big round water drops roll out on her cheeks. "They will disown me if I --"

"Get out right now."

I grab the sheet and wrap it around my waist. This feels too real to be a dream. Somehow, I have lost the balls on my c.h.e.s.t and grown balls with a rod between my legs. The colour of my skin is different. The tattoos on my c.h.e.s.t and arms are alarming. I don't remember getting them.

Oh, right! I died.

By any chance, am I reborn? I glance at the girl who is still standing at the edge of the bed, who is eyeing me with creases on her forehead. "Do you want me to use my leg to kick you out?"

She must have understood the warning in my voice. The girl picks up her coat and runs out of room with a brokenhearted look on her face. I shake my head. I don't care what is wrong with her. I look at the catastrophe between my legs and let out a deep sigh.

Why did I have to die at the age of twenty-nine? I was at the peak of my career. I had a glorious life in the world of gaming. Why did I die in such a way?

The memory pops up in my head.

***

I am walking toward my home after the third interview with a news channel. I have revealed my identity to the world recently. It's about time that the world finds out who the real emperor of the e-gaming is.

The streets are crowdy. It's a good day. I whistle a tune.

I stop walking when I hear the scream. Is it a fan? I turn around to look. A middle-aged woman is standing only a few feet away from me. She is looking at me with sheer hate.

She pulls out a knife from her pocket and lunges in my direction. Before I can grasp the situation, she thrusts it in my c.h.e.s.t.

"I was in love with you for real, Linus. How could you keep me in the dark for so long? You were a woman and yet, you pretended to be a man in the game. You created a harem for your amus.e.m.e.nt and f.u.c.k.e.d them to your heart content." The woman's face contorts into an uglier form. Her eyes are red like the demon. She twists the knife in my heart. "You twisted woman, how could you play with someone else's emotions? I wanted to marry you for real. Since you like to pretend that you are a man so much, it's better if you die and reborn as a man."

***

"F.u.c.k you!" I rub my c.h.e.s.t. Did she need to kill me for something like that? Some men pretend to be women in MMORPG. What's wrong if I pretended to be a man in the game? Yes, I played around with female players. But, those females also liked holding on to my t.h.i.g.h and enjoyed the privileges that they received after joining my harem. They could have said no. I didn't force anyone.

"Argh!" I look at the dangling thing. Did I gain a p.e.n.i.s because of that woman's curse? The woman's grudge must have been deep.

F.u.c.k! I transmigrated into a man's body.