At the age of sixteen, a notion began to crystallize in my mind: life was dreadfully monotonous.
Now, before you jump to conclusions, let me assure you that these thoughts did not stem from any dark desire to end my existence prematurely.
It was simply the pervasive boredom that had settled over my days like a heavy fog.
Each morning, the same routine played out: rise early, trudge off to school, endure the hours of learning, return home in the evening, consume dinner, and then drift off to sleep, only to awaken to the same cycle once more.
Yet, what irked me most was the necessity of wearing a "mask" to navigate through the social landscape.
You know the one I'm talking about, right? That facade we put on to avoid being labeled a weirdo or, worse yet, a closeted psycho.
No?
I reckon many of you are donning this mask as we speak, perhaps unaware that it has become a seamless part of your identity.
But for me, this awareness had been ingrained since childhood, making the charade all the more wearisome and vexing in my day-to-day existence.
Why was it so bothersome?
Well, for starters, there were the moral codes drummed into my head by my parents, who had inherited them from their own ancestors, ad infinitum.
One of these moral conundrums I yearned to shatter was a notion that must have crossed the mind of every human at some point: the contemplation of eliminating someone who posed a nuisance.
Whether it's someone you despise, merely dislike, or a heinous criminal whose demise you believe would serve the greater good—I entertained such thoughts daily.
Take Aiden Fletcher, for instance.
The star of the school's rugby team, Aiden had a knack for getting under my skin without apparent cause. As much as I harbored the urge to retaliate and, dare I say, kill him, the towering stature and physical prowess he possessed deterred me. I couldn't bear the thought of being humiliated in front of the lovely ladies in my class, so I opted for the safer route of ignoring his provocations.
There was also Jason Spencer. The most popular guy of the class, he won the karate championship of his age and is extremely smart and very handsome. I also wanted him dead.
He didn't do anything to me but the fact that he was gathering all the girls around him, and he was more handsome than me who had a regular face, it was ticking me off. I just thought it would be good if he wasn't existing in the first place.
These thoughts of mine are extreme thoughts right?
Believe me, you have heard only the tip of the iceberg.
The girls and women in general.
As a teenager who grew up and matured quickly I quickly met my hard cock.
The fact that it was throbbing a lot was for six reasons.
Sienna Parker.
Siara Parker.
Amelia Carter.
Courtney Turner.
Gwen Lawrence.
Aisha Nakano.
All great beauties.
The first two were my step sisters since my father remarried again three years ago and the remaining ones were all in my class, Amelia Carter being my teacher.
Hard to keep my cock in check with them around honestly.
Since we were living together, it was considerably more challenging with Sienna and Siara.
God pardons me for thinking immoral thoughts about my stepsisters, or not.
Since we were close, they were the easiest people to date, therefore yes, I held feelings of making one of them my.
But it wasn't all.
I wanted to do each of the six.
In my dreams.
Yes, I am aware of it.
A guy can dream, right?
That's what I believed up to this point.
°°°°°
"Heroes of the otherworld, we ask for your help."
A divine voice resonated in all our ears, causing a collective dizziness that turned our attention towards a woman of ethereal beauty.
In that moment, I was certain even the model of virtuous man, Jason, must have felt a stirring.
Wow.
The woman before us possessed long, snow-white hair cascading down her curvaceous hips, paired with captivating icy blue eyes. Her skin, as pure as snow, seemed almost luminescent against the backdrop of her long, flowing white dress, which struggled to conceal her alluring form.
Every man present audibly gulped at the sight, while the women, unable to contain their envy, could only gaze in awe.
"I am Khione. I have summoned you all to aid us in saving our world," she implored with a pleading expression.
"What in the world?!"
"Is this for real?!"
"No way!!"
"Isekai?!"
My classmates erupted into a mix of cheers and panic as the gravity of our situation dawned on them. The boys appeared thrilled, their eyes alight with excitement, while the girls seemed utterly bewildered.
"Please, everyone, calm down," Jason, our class representative, intervened, raising his hands in a gesture of peace.
Then, turning to Khione, he introduced himself, "I am Jason Spencer. It's a pleasure to meet you, Goddess Khione."
"Wait, it's dangerous, Jason!" Amelia Carter, our teacher, stepped forward hastily, her voice trembling. "Excuse me. I am responsible for them, and I implore you to send us back to our world, please!"
Khione shook her head with a hint of bitterness. "I apologize, Heroes. We are not aware of any spell that can return you to your world."
"Is this some kind of joke?!" Teacher Amelia was furious, her anger sparking a reaction from the knights standing guard around the Goddess.
Instinctively, my classmates and I took a step back, the tension in the air becoming almost suffocating.
Amelia's face drained of color, realization dawning that we were now completely at their mercy.
"Samuel, please," Khione's voice was gentle as she addressed the man in the gleaming white armor, who exuded strength and intimidation. He nodded in response to her request and stepped back.
"I apologize. We mean you no harm. The truth is, you all died in your world, which is why we were able to summon you to ours."
"What?!"
A chorus of disbelief rippled through the group.
We... we died?
Memories flooded back—I recalled the mundane details of our stupid school trip.
We were on the bus…
And suddenly.
A goddamn truck!
Yes, that's right!
A truck out of control crashed into us.
It seemed others were piecing together the tragic event as well, some crying out in shock while others collapsed to their knees.
"But we have managed to bring you back to life in this world through our spell. And it is within our power to send you back to your world, alive once more," Khione explained, her voice carrying a soothing reassurance.
They all gazed at Khione, stunned by her words.
"Is that true?" Amelia's voice trembled with hope.
"Yes," Khione replied with a serene smile, her eyes holding a promise of salvation. "Please listen to me."
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That was a hella long ass explanation from the hot Goddess.
But since she was the hottest woman I had ever seen, I listened to her.
We were in the Empire of Light. A great Empire which was currently in danger by the Demon Kingdom and they were all dying pathetically so they are counting on us with our super powers to save them and kill the Demon King.
Really cliché yeah.
However, it didn't take a genius to realize that Khione was withholding a great deal from us.
"If we work together, we might have a chance to defeat the Demon King and discover a spell capable of sending you back to your world," Khione pleaded, her hands clasped together as if on the brink of tears. "I humbly implore you. Please, help us."
A heavy silence descended upon us all.
"We will," Jason responded with a cringe-worthy seriousness that made me wince.
Too much cringe. I couldn't bear to watch.
I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief.
"J-Jason!" Teacher Amelia's objection was clear in her voice.
"Ms. Carter, we have no other options. If we wish to uncover the spell that could return us all to Earth, we must seek their assistance and their knowledge. Where else would we go? Besides, this country, our supposed new home, is under mortal threat from the Demon King. We must act for our survival and for theirs!" Jason argued.
"Jason... do you even hear yourself? This is dangerous. They are asking you all to go to war!" Amelia persisted.
"I know... I know. But if we possess great power, as Ms. Khione claims, then it would be unjust not to use it. With power comes responsibility, doesn't it, everyone?" Jason turned to the group, seeking their support.
I couldn't bear to watch this shit anymore.
Now, I'm pretty sure I ain't the only one wanting him dead.
Some remained silent, uncertain, but others cheered on his words.
"I agree with him." The voice that spoke up belonged to a beautiful girl with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, her eyes a striking shade of blue. She was a senior, two years older than us, but she was drawn into our predicament by virtue of being part of the ill-fated trip.
Sienna Parker, my elder stepsister.
"If we think logically and carefully. This is our only solution. Gaining strength will also raise our chance of survival, Ms. Carter." Sienna added.
"I also agree with Jason!" The girl who followed had medium auburn hair tied and blue eyes much like Sienna since she was her blood sister and so my step-sister. No need to say she had a crush on Jason.
"I will also follow Jason!" Courtney Turner, another beauty who was part of the cheerleaders group added. She was also very beautiful with her dirty blond hair and brown eyes. And she was also in love with Jason.
Oh god, I hate that guy.
It's only looks that count in the end uh??
The girls all followed on by one Jason's whatever charisma this cringe guy had.
Only Gwen and Aisha were silent.
I knew it.
That's why I loved them too.
Gwen was working as a young actress while Aisha was the typical japanese beauty. Both were really beautiful and had that cold beauty vibes.
"Yeah, there is no way I'm dying here!" Aiden also raised his hand with a snort.
The boys also followed his lead.
Amelia looked around dejected.
I kinda felt bad for her since she just wanted our safety.
If there was one person I had to choose among everyone here, it was obviously teacher Amelia. She helped me out a lot against that bastard Aiden and the other fuckers.
"Goddess Khione." Jason stepped forward. "Let's start the awakening you said earlier. We don't have time to waste."
Khione beamed a happy smile and nodded. "Yes. Thank you."
Again I'm hard like the others by the way.
"Move away, nerd."
I staggered as a forceful push nearly sent me tumbling.
It was Aiden.
Glancing at him and his group of friends, who were snickering without a care, I felt nearly nothing. Anger wasn't a common visitor in my life.
I might sound like an old man, but from my perspective, they were just kids.
Yet, despite my usual calm demeanor, a part of me harbored a deep-seated desire.
Please, God, grant me some sort of cheat ability.
"Please, lay on this altar," Khione requested, indicating a strange platform adorned with intricate patterns.
"Move," Jason attempted to step forward, only to be shoved aside by a grinning Aiden.
"Now, give me a cheat ability," Aiden demanded, a smirk playing on his lips.
Khione smiled and activated the altar.
In an instant, a divine white glow enveloped Aiden's body.
"OH! This is an SS-Rank Skill!"
"Amazing! Just as expected of a Hero!"
"Yeah!"
The knights cheered fervently as Aiden stepped down from the altar, a triumphant smirk adorning his face.
Khione's joy was palpable as she called forth the next candidate.
It was Jason's turn, and what followed was nothing short of divine.
"WOWWW!"
"A rainbow light!"
"It's an SSS-Rank Skill!!!"
This guy was clearly blessed by the Gods, even before this moment.
But the blessings didn't stop there.
Sienna and Gwen received SS-Rank Skills.
Courtney and Siara were granted A-Rank abilities.
Aisha obtained an S-Rank Skill.
Most of my classmates were bestowed with extraordinary gifts, and the soldiers around us erupted into cheers and jubilation.
Then, it was my turn.
Please, lady luck.
Grant me at least an A-Rank Skill.
I lay on the altar, hopeful anticipation coursing through me.
But when the light emerged, it was small and brown.
I had never seen this particular hue before, so I wondered if it was a unique or special skill. However, the look on Khione's face told a different story—disappointment and coldness.
"It's an E-Rank Skill. The lowest of all," she stated flatly.
"GAHAHAHAH!!" Aiden's laughter rang out, quickly joined by nearly the entire class.
Luck, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor.
I sighed heavily, feeling the weight of disappointment, and stepped away from the altar.
Let's check that crap skill anyway.
I read the description in my mind and…
"Uh?"
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