I am a freak.
No, I'm not trying to insult myself or anything, it's just that I'm too self aware of the fact that if I do not acknowledge this, I would be lying to myself.
I had a fetish, one that most people would feel weird about.
But was my fetish so far out there that I was recruited into the company because of it? That was scary but it was something I would not think about because I was one of those people that liked to deflect and shift blames in order to feel good about myself.
So it was not my fault, it was the fault of my parents who gave birth to me and the company who was enabling me to succumb to my degenerative instincts.
To be honest, I don't really care about powers or waifus and such, which was why I decided to go to a slice of life world, a world where nobody would be after my life just because I breathed wrongly, a world where I could take it easy.
So I picked six worlds with a DR of four and then rolled a six sided dice.
Why did I do something so roundabout again? Still, you have to realize that it wasn't my fault though, it was the fault of the dice… probably?
What? You say I'm being unreasonable? How so? I mean if the catalog is capable of giving someone the power to control luck to a ridiculous degree, doesn't that mean it is perfectly okay to blame providence for your misfortunes? I'm not the only one who thinks so, right?
Anyway, I found myself in a world called [Log horizon], I had no idea what was up with the place but from the way it looked as if nature had vomited onto a canvas, it seemed to be a world where you can relax, well, I didn't care about that.
Right now, I was in a small house, one that I was able to acquire quite easily, I would describe how the house looked like but I was too excited about what I was about to do.
I put my hands together to form a sign and in a gust of white smoke, a figure appeared in front of me.
Words could only try but they would not perfectly encapsulate her beauty.
She had shoulder length snowy white hair with light purple tips. Her sun-kissed skin was one that was worthy of being worshipped. Her amethyst eyes held a captivating allure that even the greatest of poets would stutter before, one that could pull in anyone who so much as glanced at them.
She smirked at me, it reminded me of a vixen, as if I was prey before a predator but that should not be possible, right?
Then she walked towards me.
Each step she took exuded sensuality in the purest form, an art, the way her waist sashayed, the way her feet touched the floor board, the knowing smirk on her lips, her smouldering eyes. She was speaking a language… a body language.
What I was reminded of in this moment was that one quote: something, something one thousand moves, something something one move.
Forgive my brain for not braining well, it seems like all the blood that had been there was now on my dick.
She wrapped her arms around my neck. "Hey, darlin'" She said in a sultry voice.
I didn't even tell her to call me that but she did, as expected of a phenomenon like this, she knew exactly what I wanted.
Purple eyes stared into purple eyes, both faces flushed with desire.
I took a breath and released it on her skin, she shuddered visibly.
She bit her lips, never taking her eyes off mine. "Are we really going to edge ourselves like this?" She asked.
"Isn't it hot?" I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer, close enough to feel the bulge in my pants. "The idea that we are committing a taboo… do you not find it… intoxicating?" I asked breathily.
"That is why I want to do it so bad…" She agreed. Of course she would, she had no reason not to.
The girl in front of me bore a striking resemblance to myself, same hair color and eye color, we looked similar enough to be called identical twins even though we were not.
And while the taboo we were about to commit wasn't going to be incest, even that could be put up for debate.
This person was a clone of myself. Only that this clone had the feminine wiles of a natural seductress.
I am a freak.
I had a weird fetish and it was self-cest. So to anyone out there, think twice before you tell me to go fuck myself cause I definitely would.
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I would say that the room smelled like sweet chestnut flowers if I was being evasive but the truth is that the room smelled like sex, pure raw and primal sex. A girl could probably get pregnant just for being in the vicinity.
I stared at the ceiling with unfocused eyes.
I think I have just gained enlightenment.
I had thought that my opinions might be biased since I was the one with the fetish but I didn't expect it to feel so good.
One might think that having both point of view of having sex with yourself was weird but the feelings transferred along with the memories so it was far from weird. It only just served to get me more hot and bothered, it was basically double pleasure for the price of one.
What would happen if it was more than one though?
I gulped.
Alright, I have decided.
I was going to form an harem… an harem made entirely of myself.