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“Aaaaa!! Haaa!! no!! I hate it!!”

Life is really nothing special.

In life, humans have goals, and once they have goals, they just struggle with all their effort and luck to achieve them somehow.

“I don’t like this!! Such a monster child… I don’t want to give birth!!”

And the result of struggling so desperately was this stupid guy, slightly reflected in the black part of the monitor screen.

This is me, an ordinary salaried office worker who can be found anywhere, with some money in hand and almost all of the house loan paid off.

“Hiiiit!! Come inside!! A baby was being born inside me!!”

As soon as I finish a tiring day or a difficult day, I am a pseudo-hikikomori who comes home straight away and spends some alone time before going to sleep.

I was taught by adults to just study, and due to my timid personality, I was a typical loner in the corner of my room who never went out anywhere.

Naturally, I have long since left all the people I could call friends, and I am a loner at work, so naturally I have never met a woman.

The only thing I can be proud of is that I have never gone to a brothel and slept with a woman I had no feelings for.

Rather, I just spend the day feeling helpless, getting hurt by the women on the street who sometimes look at me with unpleasant eyes.

So today, I came home and cracked open a can of beer, grabbed my cell phone, and watched Internet broadcasts and YouTube videos to kill free time.

A peaceful life without any stimulation, with no further passion or hope left behind, just passing by day by day.

A boring life where you just live like this and die when the time comes.

“Sigh… !! My stomach… Oh my stomach… … !!”

And most of those boring days ended with me sitting on a chair in my room, watching carefully selected porn or anime, and spanking my daughter.

After finishing my daily routine, I fall asleep, wake up the next day, get ready for work, and then live another suffocating daily life.

You will have another difficult life, and you will spend time alone without anyone you meet or even someone who can make you happy.

That’s why the stimulation of Tentacle Water, which I played because I was in a different mood today, may be making me feel a little more alive at this moment.

“Ugh… !! float… It’s torn… … !!”

As I sat in front of the monitor, my empty pupils showed the sticky, soft, strong tentacles of a monster larger than a human being wrapped around a naked woman.

The woman, who was tied to the tentacles and forced to open her crotch, was looking down at the tentacles that were laying monster eggs in her stomach through her vagina, with a horrified expression and eyes full of fear.

And then screams.

“Just like this… … I don’t want to die… … !! Ugh… … Please someone… … !!”

Now, if a baby were to come out of the egg and hatch in that woman’s bulging stomach, she would be torn apart and die, which is probably a natural reaction for a human being.

Of course, it doesn’t show that, and it ends with the woman in despair.

Thin tear streaks were flowing from the corners of her moist, tear-soaked eyes, and she was shaking her head helplessly as if she was trying to escape from reality.

“Who… Because anyone is fine… Please”

What she needed was one last hope.

The last hope that this situation can improve.

A life loved by a man who cherishes her as a human being and as a woman, not just as a plaything and seed to satisfy the monster’s sexual desires.

Instead of filling your stomach with monster eggs, you might be happy to embrace the fruits of love with a precious person and wait while humming until that child is born.

But there was no one who could help her, at least not within that monitor.

She seemed to be vaguely aware of that fact, as she closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head.

As she muttered the last word, biting her lip and gently opening her empty eyes like mine, I trembled and squirted a sticky white liquid onto the monitor.

A faint catharsis mixed with pain, sadness, and injustice.

In that scene, which was one of the few moments that showed me that my heart was racing, I was about to finish up and pressed the stop button when a black screen appeared on the monitor.

The pure white subtitles that remained on the black screen because they were strangely out of sync were still displayed on the black monitor even while I was going to the bathroom.

And with the thought of having to live through tomorrow again, I curled up on the bed without even turning off the computer after finishing up, and was taking a short trip toward such a meaningless tomorrow.

[rather… Who made me… Kill me… … ]

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“So… I’m not sure if I understood correctly.”

“You understood correctly…

sorry… And I’m sorry… … ”

A beautiful world that I thought had nothing to do with me was unfolding before my eyes.

I thought it was just an illusion, but the angels were really flying around, and before my eyes, a beautiful woman wearing a stola, something that would have been worn in ancient Greece or Rome, was facing me.

“You are dead… … ”

Excluding my mother, how many women have looked at me with eyes other than disgust?

In that sense, this woman before my eyes was a truly unique person.

She waved her hand in the air and showed me a mirror that resembled a glass window floating in the air.

“There would have been no pain at all… It was a terrible death… … ”

And the scene in the mirror could be said to be truly terrifying.

It was hit by a 10-ton truck with broken brakes, leaving no shape like a crushed tomato on the ground, with red juice splattering on the asphalt.

Yet, it was such a tragedy that it seemed rather comical that I was the only casualty.

But even as I watched that scene, not even a single thought crossed my mind.

I feel like I saw someone else die.

No, rather, you should feel pity when you see someone else’s death.

My mind was just thinking ‘that’s right’, but something was seriously distorted.

No, maybe I was giving up deep inside.

In the first place, it was an error for such a worthless piece of trash to end up in a beautiful heaven that does not suit his filthy self, rather than in hell.

The woman who was staring at me in the mirror with an expressionless expression carefully opened her mouth and began to say what appeared to me to be the main point.

“You… Your life has been through a chain of reincarnations several times, and now there are only two left.

After that, your soul is completely destroyed.”

“Yes.”

“So now I have to live the next life.

In a new world, as a new human being.”

“Yes.”

The woman, who lowered her gaze for a moment while listening to my dry, short answer, began to look up at me again with pity in her eyes, as if she thought I was out of my mind because she was shocked.

“If you are given a chance in life… What do you want to be… … ?”

And when her plump lips began to make suggestions to me, I answered them without even a moment of hesitation.

“Trees. I just want to stand still.”

A tree that will not be hurt by anyone until it is cut down for firewood, and will not feel pain even if it is hurt.

I wanted to become a tree that was just living like it had always been.

Then, in the next life, there will definitely be no need to live in agony over things that never existed in the first place.

The woman’s eyes widened when she heard that, and she gently grabbed my arm as if she was embarrassed.

“Hey… Don’t you want to live a more valuable life?

Do you want to try something you haven’t been able to do before?

Or a hero that everyone looks up to… ”

“I’ll just tree it.”

“So… Rather than that, after all, your only life… More valuable… … ”

The woman was looking at me with pitiful eyes, waving my arms and shouting as if pleading.

Don’t value yourself so low, cherish yourself, I guess it’s roughly like this.

Perhaps the goddess in front of me took pity on my life and wanted to be considerate so that I could live a brighter and more beautiful life.

value. What makes me valuable?

For the first time I could feel my heart having human emotions.

It was none other than anger.

My worthless, insignificant life.

It may be a defense mechanism to protect yourself after looking back at it.

So, at that moment, I began to struggle towards the woman, as if everything in my unremarkable life would explode.

“What is it worth?

Are you saying that if you lived like me, your life would have been worthless?

Are you saying I didn’t deserve to be alive?

Even if it’s like you, you probably don’t want to live like me!

So I hate them all!”

“Jo… calm down a little… ”

“I have never been loved by anyone before!

I was lucky if I wasn’t hated!

Everyone else has tried it, but I’ve never even tried it!

He’s a bastard who has never even held a woman’s hand!

Do I seem worthless like that? You look pitiful!”

I know that this woman certainly didn’t mean it that way.

But even as I looked at her expression of wanting to comfort me but not knowing what to do for fear of hurting me, I had no choice but to keep complaining.

“So… In that case, it’s better to just be dead… …

But if you can’t die… I would rather be a tree… …

Because I don’t want to live like that anymore… … ”

In response to my words, which contain a lifetime of accumulated and compressed anger, the sight of a woman who looks as if she is going to cry at any moment, even though it is not her business.

Looking at her shining like a work of art, so beautiful in itself, I was reminded of the tragic heroine who gave me catharsis in the tentacles I saw last night.

But I guess I wouldn’t know about such imaginations unless I told them, so the woman who lowered her head towards me began to whisper in a sad voice.

“Al… I guess… ..

you are… It will become a tree… …

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more… … ”

After whispering softly in my ear, she turned back and started walking forward slowly.

And as I watched her shoulders shaking as she walked forward, I felt an unnecessary discomfort in my heart.

The image of the woman walking forward, sobbing, became blurred little by little, and my vision gradually began to turn white.

I knew instinctively that I would disappear from this place, that this was a precursor to disappearing to become a tree, as the woman said.

‘I wanted to try it with a girl at least once.

Well, it’s probably too late now.’

Suddenly I felt scared.

A repetitive, insensitive life.

About the path I chose when I was tired of it.

An unreasonable fear that the path I chose might be the worst.

But now there was nothing I could do anymore.

You can ask a woman for something, or better yet, you can throw away your small pride and beg.

I had already lost track of time and could not do anything, so even though I closed my eyes, I just turned my back on the world fading to white and just daydreamed.

‘or not… Could it be a little different?

Try being friendly with your neighbor’s tree…

I couldn’t do that… …

perhaps… Is it possible… … ‘

So, I became a tree.

But if there was anything I never expected, it would be just one thing.

“Crackling!!”

“Have you seen the boy from Class B? Isn’t he okay?”

“Kya!! What are you talking about!!

Actually, I think it’s okay… … ”

“Kya!! oh my god!! His face is red!!”

‘What on earth is this supposed to do?’

What was waiting for me as it quietly bloomed was not a deep, dense, yet quiet forest, but a flower bed in a noisy place that appeared to be a private school.

This is a place where no one can be quiet for even a moment, and noisy noises torment me.

In the end, I couldn’t even last half a day, and I was so sick of the noise that I ended up spitting out two curses that I hadn’t even thought of saying before.

‘It’s like this on purpose!! Bitch!!’