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บท 3: I'd drop my pants for you- Part 1

There was no way Frozen Milk could contain himself. Excitement, fear and anxiety were all eating on him away. He was a nervous wreck about to be sent as an offering to all the blackened readers who would've gladly welcomed his corpse as their trophy.

Frozen Milk was indeed frozen. Frozen on the spot, unable to move as the footsteps closed in and the branches of the trees rustled as if they were trying to rustle Frozen Milk into insanity.

Then it finally stopped.

A low, magnetic voice appeared behind Frozen Milk: "Who are you?"

That was when Frozen Milk truly wished he could get sucked into a void to endure all the hate comments shoved into his ass.

"Hey, system! System! Please reply! Please! How am I supposed to get out of here? How?"

Yet it was futile. The system gave him a half-assed answer such as "currently in sleep mode".

"Are you sure you're in sleep mode? Are you? Are you? Someone in a fucking sleep mode won't be able to fucking say they're in a sleep mode, damn you! My systems aren't even half of a drained ass like you!"

Frozen Milk cursed and cursed in his mind. Millions of flying thoughts swarmed and circled around his brain. He was furious. So furious!

"Hey, I asked you a question!" a large hand grabbed his shoulder and Frozen Milk felt how violently his soul tried to leave his body. It was trying to forcefully extract itself, so only his lump of meat that was his body would suffer.

Frozen Milk was at a complete loss about what to do! How were the authors in his stories able to survive? By knowledge? By how different they were? The oh-so-cliché "wow, you're not like the others!" crap?

Screw that! He wouldn't fall into those cliché tropes! No way! He had enough reading about them in his hate comments. Now, he knew why his readers hated them so much. He would never cling onto the golden thigh nor try to make the villain his. No! No! No!

So, what was the best option? Of course! To run, to unabashedly and proudly run the hell away. Maybe he could awaken some special power but that was only a helpless, feeble dream, crushing hope of his.

The grip intensified and Frozen Milk felt his shoulder blade would crack any second and could be used as a damn murder weapon. He definitely didn't want to be killed by his own bone.

Frozen Milk furiously tried to get his mind to work. Even though he wrote his villain, he had absolutely no idea on how to appease him because he wrote the villain as vague and mysterious as possible. Only his violent and OPness was written in detail.

Frozen Milk really felt all the life force drain out of him. He was tired, so tired. He would die any moment. Well, he already died once, so what was the difference?

The difference? The difference was, this one here would be a bloody slow and painful death! Lost in his thoughts, Frozen Milk suddenly screamed out. The hand on his shoulder brutally made him turn around and now he was face to face with his villain.

And oh boy, Frozen Milk was ready to drop his pants and donate his blood through his nose to worship this godly alpha male. The saliva he drooled from his mouth was in such large quantities that all the fangirls and rotten females would be so envious, they'd immediately start a protest and write countless hateful fanfics of him to show their superiority.

Frozen Milk was a dude. Yes, Frozen Milk was a damn dude and he was straight. Straight as a ruler, as a cucumber that'd be used to pleasure all the lewd and hungry females in both openings.

Yet, he couldn't help but to feel a bit proud to see what a godly creature he created and that only with paper and pen or better said, keyboard and monitor!

For the first time in his life, Frozen Milk felt satisfaction and pleasure from something else than angering his poor readers. He now understood and realised the power he held. The power of an author and completely forgot this was also the reason why he ended up here in the first place.

"Man, I've done a bloody good job!" Frozen Milk wiped off his drool and seized up the villain.

"Good, good," Frozen Milk was truly impressed. Perfect handsome face, perfect well-built body.

"Good, good," Frozen Milk didn't realise that all the words he thought would only dare to appear in his mind actually had the audacity to find their way out of his rotten mouth into the ears of his fearsome villain.

Yet, his villain watched this pitiful and lowly insignificant character's eyes almost violently ravaging his body and the words accompanied by a shuddering, harassing voice, entering every part of his body to gruesomely attack his hormones.

The villain continued to stand there and watch Frozen Milk become more brazen and arrogant by the minute as his long fingers full of ulterior motives poked the naked parts of the villain and sent a stream of signals that triggered the villain's unconscious murderous side.

Just a minute ago, this small character trembled before the all-mighty villain but now it seemed like the tables have turned and the villain was reduced to a groping doll that was bound by its fear to have something rather nasty poke or pleasure itself on it.

The villain now made up his mind. This cannon fodder in front of him with a humongous audacity needed to be eliminated! In the worst and most befitting way possible for a disgraceful pervert.

Frozen Milk immediately tensed up. He sensed it. He never knew it was possible to feel something like this but just now he felt it: the overwhelming and pure killing intent. It crawled all over his body and gnawed on every part of him with waves of oncoming death whispering, no breathing into his face.

If Frozen Milk knew the villain thought of him as a lustful pervert, Frozen Milk would've gladly buried himself in his disappearing dignity and pride he already lost ages ago.He was just trying to figure out if his villain was real! If he was real blood and flesh, how could he be so misunderstood?

But Frozen milk would never know and all that he could think of was to escape the massive murderous aura looming over him.

"What did I do?" Frozen Milk cried tears of injustice and wished he could freeze them to use as icicles to penetrate the villain so he would understand his feelings.

But it was impossible and what was more impossible to think of was that right now Frozen Milk ran away from the villain like a maiden running away from her crush and constantly calling out: "Come and get me hahaha."

Hahahaha, his ass!

In this large jungle with dozens of vines, blood lustful insects and melting water, Frozen Milk tripped a few times too much and his body screamed in anguish. But he could suppress the vicious cries of his body because all on his mind were those imposing footsteps behind him.

"Oh dear, oh Lord, I promise I will be a better person next time! No, not next time! Not next time! This time! This time! I'll live a pious life and become a monk to help all the people!" Frozen Milk prayed hard.

Yes, that was it! He was going to become a monk to free himself of all his sinful sadistic pleasures of inflicting emotional pain onto his readers he loved to toy with.

And as if heaven gave him a second chance, as if the reader god took pity on him, a small cave underneath a rock appeared.


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บท 4: I'd drop my pants for you- Part 2

Frozen Milk glided onto the ground and crawled like a desperate centipede with only 50 legs into the cave. A few minutes later, he heard the presence of his villain.

It was in this moment Frozen Milk turned into a devoted, loyal prayer, the amount he prayed, the amount of bullshit promises he made to the Lord was enough to put a whole church in the Middle Ages out of business and to shame. Oh, how envious those money-grubbing fake priests must be if they saw him!

That was when Frozen Milk believed in God, the exact moment the villain stepped past his cave and walked off into another direction, still with a cloud of killing intent surrounding him

.Frozen Milk was truly grateful. Now he had to fulfil his promise. Frozen Milk was a scum but he wasn't a lowly scum that wouldn't repay his saviour. He was now gung-ho about becoming a monk.

Frozen Milk's mind was in a state of panic and he couldn't properly focus. Especially, without the system, Frozen Milk had a hard time figuring out what his book was even about.

The emotions he felt all at once in just a short amount of time was enough to send any healthy person into a cardiac arrest.

"System, please can't you give an overview of the book's plot?"

"Host, you are the author. No one knows better than you do."

"Wait, weren't you supposed to be in sleep mode?"

"System's currently in sleep mode. Please try again later."

"Don't fucking pretend, you!"

However, Frozen Milk gave up. His system was ridiculous useless just like in his books. Frozen Milk mentally begged for forgiveness to all the authors in his stories he sent into the nightmare of transmigration.

Frozen Milk closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while.

His book 'Another one fell through' was his 20th transmigration story. Just like all the others, it was about an author being transmigrated into their own story hence the title 'Another one fell through'.

His readers commented on his stupid creativity and Frozen Milk only chose the title because well, of course, it was to piss his readers off. Their fault for coming back.

'Another one fell through' however was a bit different than his usual stories.

The author inside his book wrote a transmigration story about transmigration and then got sucked into it before he even got to the part of transmigration. Yes, mindception.

But basically, the book was set in another universe where the world was divided into the water and the nature half. As ridiculous as it sounded, the water half of the world was full of water cities. The nature half was full of jungles like the one he was in right now and thus the people from the nature half were barbaric in the eyes of the water people.

A feud between them existed, yet in the middle between those two sides was a small island neither belonging to any of the halves. It was a neutral place that didn't tolerate fighting.

The water people have long tried to dominate and make the nature half their own. That was where the protagonist came in, he was from the neutral side and finally was able to unify the world, but he had to fight against many enemies and his main antagonist was the next king in line of the nature half.

The villain, Frozen Milk just encountered. The hero's journey was then pretty much the same: get stronger, bed all the females and create a harem and have peers to fight alongside and after many tries beat the OP main antagonist who was evil.

Frozen Milk's goal was to become a monk, that meant he had to get onto the neutral island because monks only lived there to pacify any fights.

Frozen Milk also realised now that the clothes he wore indicated he was from the water half.The luck! He was in the enemy territory! No wonder, the villain wanted him dead!

He forgot this cannon fodder was an arrogant scum that thought he could prove himself to the main girl of the story, future wife of the protagonist, that he would be able to get the head of the villain. This just obviously screamed death flag.

Frozen Milk needed to rest. He really needed to rest or else he was going to bash his head in from all the stupid things he wrote and regretted now!

He wished he could be one of the readers and write a damn hate comment himself. He would've never ever, ever spared the author that wrote trash like this!

"Fuck!" Frozen Milk was at the end, truly at the end.

But then another thought popped up in his mind, would he be able to meet the author he sent into this transmigration hell?

And how would they react if they knew what he did to them or even worse, what if they knew what kind of shitty ending Frozen Milk had planned?

A cold shiver ran down his spine. He didn't want to think about it. Better to sleep and forget everything. Maybe it was all a dream.


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