Perverted Mage

Being a teacher means being in a spotlight while you are surrounded by little demons.

"Cat got your tongue, Teacher?" The boy smirks at me.

Why would anyone want to become a teacher? The kid is an evil being. I have an urge to tape his little mouth and throw him into the drain. Yes, I am pretty evil. I have never liked children.

"I am not denying or accepting it. They are your opinions." Do I look like a fool to you, Kid? Original Linus Nessiel is already dead. I am not him. I have already paid for my sins by dying and reincarnated into the body of a s.e.x addict. "I gave you the lowest grade because of your language." You bastard boy! "You shouldn't use the F word in a report even if you hate the person you are writing about."

"So, you want me to insult you in a polite language." The boy c.o.c.ks his head and narrows his eyes. "A despicable mage who got nothing better to do other than copulating with females." He pauses for a moment. "Any female whether it's beast or human."

Gross! Did that mage also f.u.c.k animals? I look down at my crotch. Why I am inside this disgusting body? I did f.u.c.k females who were from a beast race in a game. But that was in the 'game'.

"Teacher, I think that it's unfair to give me the lowest passing grade because I said the truth in an impolite way." The boy continues with an arrogant voice, "You should give me A grade. I won't ask for A plus since I--"

The rest of his words are muted out by a loud ringing noise. Beads of sweat trickle down from my forehead and enter my eyes. I blink several times. My vision is going blurry again. I hear a distant laugh. Something is wigging out of my right eye. I cover my eye and clench my teeth in pain. The boy frowns and says something, but I can't hear his voice.

"Class over," I force the words out of my mouth. Not waiting for his protest, I storm out of the room. The laughter is loud in ears. My vision becomes dark as if someone has just turned off the light. I push to stay conscious. I can see again now. As I run toward my room, I feel something warm and sticky coming out of my right eye. A red trail of blood reaches my elbow. I push open the door and go into the room.

I need to be alone for this.

After locking the door with my left hand, I walk to the mirror. Half of my face is covered with blood. I remove my hand. My red-eye has turned completely black. I lean closer to the mirror with anticipation.

"What the f.u.c.k!"

A finger emerges out of my right eye socket.

Okay, I can freak out now.

My flesh is being ripped apart, but I can't do anything about it. I have died once. Being stabbed in my heart isn't as painful as this. It's horrifying beyond words to see a body come out of my right eye. How could another body come out of my red-eye?

The horror continues. How long has it been? I have lost my grasp on time. The unending pain isn't stopping. I want to die right now. Why did I reincarnate into this sick body?

A ghastly-white body falls on the floor with a loud thump. It's covered with black and red blood. The right side of my face is misshapen into something monstrous.I don't see bones or flesh. I raise my trembling hand and reach for the hole. There's only air. I insert my hand deeper into the hole. I grasp only emptiness. I can't feel anything -- not even pain.

"Finally, that asshole is dead." The white-skinned body near my feet laughs with a hoarse voice. "He's dead! He's dead! Oh, he's dead!"

I don't know how the mage died, but someone is quite happy about it in a freaky way. Whether it's planet earth or this world, it's an extremely bad idea to stay near a woman who has fallen out of my eye. I take slow backward steps. I don't want to catch her attention. I might have wished for death a moment ago, but the worst is over. Dying is not on my to-do list today. Let's get the hell out of here.

"I have been eating his soul for centuries." Her body is small and skinny. I can count her rib bones. Long strands of her wet white hair can barely cover her mounds. I stare at her pink n.i.p.p.l.es. It must be this crazy body, but I could feel pressure forming in that thing. I finally know what going hard means now.

"That son of the bitch!" She raises her head and looks at me. A slow smile forms on her lips. "After finishing him off, I slept for a while. Who knew that a stray worm would sneak in?"

Damn! I am screwed.