Chapter 15: Deliverance – Part 2

Booting up the computer, this time nothing much had changed.

The only variable to be tested was the eraser. I wasn't sure if it'd just made things invisible or permanently disintegrate stuff.

Nah, forget about it. It's not like I actually felt any pain or lost my life to outright delete her before I got her reason. Although I wasn't sure if I was still alive--the System or whatever it was, didn't outright say I died—but it probably wasn't important anyhow.

I'm here and that's what matters.

Just in case, I plugged in my microphone and since I didn't feel like doing any fine details and the auto-correct was enough, I just sloppily draw simple faces after cleaning up the head—all using the mouse. The resulting face was kinda ugly but I did not care anymore. I just want to get this over with.

This time, she repeated the same old dialogue.

"Umm...where am I? Wasn't I supposed to be dead? It's all dark. Is anyone there?"

"Stop your fun and games and get straight to the point. Why do you want to kill me?"

There was no response and she continued to the next exact same dialogue just like last time.

I forgot to turn on the mic.

""Hello, big brother. Thanks a lot for bringing me back to life but I realize--"

"That you wanted to lure me in, kill me, mutilate my corpse in such tasteless way? Explain yourself—was this your way of saying your thanks?"

If I actually got back in time, the event of my murder might not happen—but I felt I should be direct with her.

The figure in front of the screen immediately froze.

Touche'.

It was very surreal how I talked down someone who looked very similar to a zombie, with only her face intact but her flesh below were all rotten.

Yet, she moved normally like nothing of those affected her.

It greatly affected her speech, so my suspicion was correct. She really did murder me that one time but for some reason, I wasn't dead or I got resurrected through mysterious means.

"Big brother, I really did not know what happened....besides, aren't you still alive right now? Why would I want to kill my savior?"

"That's what I wish to ask. What kind of thing would make you want to kill someone who helped you? Was it because I end up sexually harassing you in the end and you tried your best to hide it....or..."

"Let me start from the very beginning."

Apparently, she was a man by birth. A heterosexual man mostly, but soon became omnivorous, as long they looked like a pretty girl.

He grew up with a feminine stature and due to his personality not appealing to the girls around him, he found it hard to find a girlfriend. End up stuck in a brotherly friendship, which happened to be with a strange young man.

The same person had very similar tastes with me. Wanting to turn those they could, into their ideal girl. The extremes we went through were completely different, however.

I was fine with it just being a mere fantasy, but his friend—went so far to lock him up and forcefully feeding female hormones to him, drugging, torture, in addition of many terrible things he didn't want to remember, which made his body turn so horribly.

"In that case, why must try your hardest to lie? Why don't you tell the truth that you disliked it?"

"...I don't dislike it if you're a woman. In fact, even if you're a girly man or a transsexual I'd also welcome you....but I don't know you in the slightest besides you being a man, from your hands. I could only do my best to lie because you probably didn't know me at all—nobody ever does...I'm just thinking about the worst possible outcome, all because of him. I was scared that it was his hands since your ideal girl seems to be the same with him.

I tried my best to calm myself and pulled you in. When your figure came in, I...immediately went berserk—I couldn't remember what happened...but I felt, instead of the satisfaction of enacting my revenge, I felt more empty and meaningless."

So it's about the hands and such unfortunate coincidence.

I never saw him sounding more genuine than this.

As for the guy, it'd probably end up well if he could change himself to fit his partner rather than forcing his tastes while not wanting to become a better person. Although, from the story, the man wasn't especially good looking and actually were even more distasteful while wearing female clothing.

The worst thing about him wasn't even the outer appearance, but the ugly self-depreciating and loathing. That only ones who were born with the gifts could look good.

He said to me if only his 'friend' exercised a bit more and learned the appropriate 'trap' mannerisms plus the ability to mix and match various make-up and accessories, he also, could be a good trap.

...wait a minute, he said this so nonchalantly like he did this a lot.

The said bastard might have his own circumstances, why did he end up this way—but no matter what, it did not justify his brutality.

Although in my case, he wasn't any better with his murder, I did not feel the pain and I was still alive, somewhat—that's the most important. Besides, now that I know he's not exactly a bad person, I could live with it.

"Tell me what you really want."

"Are you sure? Seeing as you could shape my body however you want, I could be yours—you know?"

"Nah, it's not important anymore. No matter how much I changed your appearance, you'd still be you in the end and I did not wish to force my ideals anymore, even more so, from the basis of guilt."

"If only he could understand that."

"Do you still hate him?"

"It's more like, no matter what, I couldn't quell my rage whenever I had felt traces of him."

I felt really bad for being the similar perverted guy without knowing his circumstances. It's like I was reopening whatever old trauma he had, but this might be necessary to put in a closure. Although...

"While I myself want to teach that bastard a lesson, I knew it wasn't my business to meddle, even if you wish to, you know, exact revenge."

"If that's the case, I could only leave it to fate. If we're destined to meet again, I would make sure to repay my debt, the same goes with your aid. For now, I want to disappear...my flesh was so numb. My entire body's dying...and I could barely think straight..."

"Say no more."

Using the Eraser, I erased his existence, starting from his head.

I did not hesitate since he seems to bear so much pain from his display.

"Tha..nk....you..."

Right after the workspace had been 'wiped clean', the usual Windows loading screen and there's nothing strange happening until the end of the day.

The next morning, which also happens to be my day off, however, my apartment's doorbell rang.

I hurriedly went towards the door, to see what annoyance dared to disturb my slumber.

When I saw who it was: I froze.

My little sister was with another girl who just looked like the JAV girl I modeled.

"Bro! I'm with my girlfriend today."

"Boyfriend!"

"Don't nitpick, you're just a girl with a huge penis. Plus, your tits are too big."

The JAV girl cutely pouts while my little sister nonchalantly smacked her boobs.

As their antics might quickly cause a commotion if seen by my neighbors, I quickly let them in.

"Why do you visit a damn single like me?"

"Umm...she says, she kind of know you somehow and wish to express her thanks." my little sister added again.

"Is that all? I really want to sleep."

"Bro, don't be so cold. Don't you love Yuri? She said she wants to put on a good show in front of you...with me..."

"Hey, I never said that!" the JAV girl immediately went ballistic and covered my sister's mouth, but her reflexes were so late.

"Not interested. Besides, you're my sister anyway, why would I get turned on by my own sister?"

"You're no fun, bro! Am I not cute enough to make your penis hard?"

Actually, you're very cute—but no.

"Language, your language! Mou...your mouth is so foul for a delicate girl."

"I'm not your delicate legal loli, you're the loli, your parents and ancestors are all lolis! I'm the pimp!"

So bothersome...

In the end, my sister went home first after a good half an hour of teasing both me and her girlfriend.

"Don't fornicate like rabbits without me you hear."

"We won't," I replied nonchalantly.

"Of course not!" the JAV girl denied it so hard with her shout.

Well, it's a matter of fact. Just by fondling her a bit I'd get murdered. I still valued my life and I probably got lucky since it technically happened inside my PC. As for now, even if I wouldn't be killed, this was real life and I didn't want to force her, even more so, knowing her circumstances.

...even if she was the stunning beauty bearing many of my strike zones.

With me in the same room without my noisy sister, I could observe her, especially the enormous tent popping from her frilly skirt that's been out for quite some time.

"Are those real? Err...sorry if I'm rude." I pointed at her chest.

"I don't mind it. I have both girl and boy traits as I grew up, these babies included. Though I look exactly like a girl now, my mind was completely that of a man and my thing was also real. I also don't have a female genitalia."

"Err...no need to elaborate so much after the first sentences."

There was a good silence before the JAV girl began to take it the wrong way.

"I don't like men, so unless you pulled a perfect crossdressing, I wouldn't get turned on. Even if you save me, I don't think I can accept if you ask for sexual favors as you are..."

"I don't have such hobby in the first place. I don't plan on stealing my little sis' girlfriend. No matter how attractive she was. Besides, you're probably the one who could have kids with her, so I'm glad she had found a legal wife candidate."

Because I wasn't looking forward to starting a family and even more so, having kids at all—better let my lil' sis do everything! Mwahahaha.

"I see...that's good to hear—wait, you should say 'husband'!"

"Only if you promise to both go on wedding dresses. Or you'd be the one wearing them while my sis wears the groom suit."

"Mou...!"

We laughed for a bit. Even as she tried hard to act manly, it turned out as cute and girlish.

"To be said, are you really..."

"Yes...it seems your intervention had caused my emergence to this world around 24 years ago."

"Spare the rocket science. If I may ask, did you get your revenge on him?"

The JAV girl simply put up a gentle smile. I did not feel any trace of malice or darkness in the slightest.

"I don't mind it anymore. Besides, I'm a man. I have to be strong and think logically. Fortunately, the family I was born in was very accepting. Rather than thinking of me as weird, they immediately dressed me up in cute clothes and yell at the neighbors how beautiful I was, when my weird hormones kicked in.

They never brought up any idea for gender reassignment or anything like that. They also support my decision to date women, especially since the doctors said I'm fertile. Although I didn't go to a public school, the friends I met also acknowledged me as I am.

They never viewed me as a man even once though, even when my penis was always the biggest, but I'm happy because we get along well and for some reason, I didn't feel awkward when I pretend to be a girl among them."

....wait a minute, did she just imply many of her friends were girls but have a penis?

"...but your sister was the one who truly healed me from my wounds. How she abused me like a girl truly overwrote—oh.."

The JAV girl violently blushed when she realized what kind of stuff she told me outright; her penis also got even more erect though she did not even bother to cover it in front of me.

Well, that's quite manly of her—too bad due to my warped fetish, I think the protruding joystick adds up to her character as a supposedly cute ditz.

"Go on. It's not like that's the first time I heard such things of her."

"N-no...well, I guess it since we're both guys I felt comfortable with such raunchy talks. If it were a girl, I was kinda afraid they'll jump on me."

Girls normally would not assault another girl, but legends said, the most beautiful girls could woo both men and women as easily.

"Well...yeah, but you couldn't say the same for the other guys. I couldn't say I'm a good guy either. In fact, you having such lewd body was my own fault."

"I knew it from the beginning, thanks to you I have to fap--"

"Let me finish first. Well, it's at that time when my PC got weird and you still stuck in the other dimension. I happen to get too carried away and began to sexually harass you using one of the tools..and when you pulled me to that world, you decapitated me right away."

"....uuu..."

"Well, that's just in the past I wish to remind once more. It's actually no big deal since I didn't feel any pain and I got back after waiting for around a minute."

It might only be yesterday to me, but to her, 24 years had passed.

"So you're an immortal? No wonder you still looked like a young man even after more than twenty years!"

"I don't know and I don't want to prove it by killing myself, but what I'm saying is. If it's not me you're encountering, you could've murdered someone and seeing my body got cut off so mercilessly even if I was just observing wasn't a pretty sight."

She fell silent and turned her face away from me.

"It's not that I blame you for that. I just want to make sure we both sort our feelings. What you think about me and what you'd do to that man when you might possibly meet him in the future."

"I'll do my best to repay you within my lifetime if I could, but I'm sorry. Even with a lot of things we have in common, I could only be your sister's boyfriend."

"Ahem...to be honest, I didn't really want anything but I guess I could use a little bit of company. Maybe someone akin to a girlfriend that suits me the best—you can think of something you could do."

"Got it. As for that man--I will forgive him, but that doesn't mean I will forget what he did."

...

One week later, I received an anonymous package. In here was a life-like female hand.

In here was a message.

[This was a new toy I developed. It feels just like a real thing; I based it using the hands of my favorite AV idol *********** *********** if you wish to fantasize. Take care!

As thanks for helping me attain such a good life, I will continue sending you more toys to enjoy.]

Because I'm single, the suitable thing in place of a girlfriend was, a hand? That's extremely rude. To think there'd be more of them coming up too!

Eh, at least more stuff to experiment.

Contrary to her expectations, I didn't use it the way she intended. What I did was pack the hand into my bag, went to the bakery and find a secluded place in the town park; resting my back against a tree.

I placed the meat sandwich into the toy hand and smiled at the surroundings of the city.

"What a beautiful Duwang!"

Chew.

"There's must be no other place, as pretty as this town."

Chew.

"This feels, like a picnic."

A lot of things had happened in such a short time period, which made me realize.

What I want the most, was just living a quiet life—like a plant.

Chew.

Well, alright.

Time to just end this nonsense.