The Afterlife of a Host
After I died, I became a manager at Melon.
"Ahhh..! ♡♡"
"Hah... hah... does it feel good?"
"Mmm!! Honey, it feels so good..! ♡♡♡"
I know it’s a paid service, but this is clean. Getting stuck with some weirdo would be a bigger headache. "But don't you have a boyfriend? Don't you feel guilty?"
"I only have you...♡ Please, hit me harder!"
If I accidentally get involved with someone who has a gangster for a boyfriend, I’m screwed. "Whew, you bitch. I'm cumming...!"
"Cum inside me, honey!! ♡♡"
Splurt, splurt. What kind of sins did her boyfriend commit in his past life to end up dating her? Anyway, that was a good session.
"I'm heading out."
"Mmm, come back soon!"
I stepped out of the establishment and immediately lit a cigarette. You can't beat a post-sex smoke. Sssss... whew... "Damn, that's good. Time to go home."
The path home is an alleyway where the light barely reaches. But since this path is so familiar to me, I start to feel drowsy. "Another productive day!"
"Hey, you're the manager from the Angel office, right?"
Someone called out from behind me.
"Yeah, I am. Who are you?"
"You bitch, you fucked my girl?"
"Huh?"
"You did, you son of a bitch. Die."
He lunged at me with a knife.
"I'm sorry... please, spare me..."
Stab. Stab, stab. He slashed me a few times with the knife and then ran off immediately.
"Ah... ah... damn... is this how I die..."
My eyes started to close.
"Hey, wake up!"
"Where am I...?"
"What are you talking about? Hurry up and scout some girls. Go hand out flyers to the shops."
"Who are you...?"
"I'm the boss of Melon, you idiot."
After I died, I had become a manager at Melon.