38. Forgiveness
20XX. Korea ushered in the Great Mesugaki Era! Mesugaki congresswomen were elected in Korea! The world's first Mesugaki president was born! The world's first Mesugaki Foundation was established! Thanks to material and financial support from 700 billion Mesugaki enthusiasts worldwide, the Mesugaki Foundation founded the United Mesugaki—UM for short—and the world fell into the clutches of mesugaki.
Before long, the loser national leaders couldn't withstand the mesugaki onslaught and joined the Mesugaki Alliance one after another, turning UM into a massive international organization with 228 member nations worldwide. Pathetic media tried to stop it, but they were zapped by Captain Mesugaki's "Mesugaki Ray Gun" from the Alliance and vanished without a trace.
And so, in 20XX, the world achieved unification under the Mesugaki Alliance flag! And naturally, the Alliance's president was none other than yours truly, Tyranno!
"Hehehe. Grape juice sipped from the penthouse of UM HQ tastes extra special."
I take a sip from a wine glass filled with grape juice atop the Mesugaki Alliance headquarters built in Swiss LA. Delicious. No wonder—it's premium stuff costing a whopping 5,000 won per bottle.
"Haa. It took a lot to get here."
So many things happened—too many to describe with mere words. There was the mesugaki who tried to reveal the hidden truth that ancient Mesopotamian civilization was actually created by mesugaki, only to get schooled by a magical girl and end up married to her. There was the one who framed a journalist who found out about our plan that Bill Nobeltz's vaccine turns you into a mesugaki, only to get caught, schooled with creampie yas, and married. And the one who got busted rigging votes, turned a 1-vs-100 mesugaki escape challenge into a shoot, tripped in place, and fell as the communal groom for 100 girls.
"But their sacrifices weren't in vain. They let me unify Earth under the Mesugaki Alliance."
Those three ended up married and living happily anyway, so it's all good, right? As I'm savoring the tasty grape juice, someone crashes in noisily, and my personal secretary flings the door wide open. I'm about to yell at the unspeakable rudeness when I notice her face looks off.
"President! President! You gotta hide right now!"
"Why?"
"An angry mob's heading up here!"
"Huh?"
A mob? Don't tell me it's because of that. I just created the Mesugaki Fan Fund, which takes 400% of income as tax. Shoulda made it 399.99% if I knew they'd riot.
"If the mob catches you, you'll get a total 1-vs-1000 creampie schooling!"
"Hieeek...!"
Images of mesugaki getting schooled for mission failures flash in my mind. Mesugaki gone missing mid-mission... CDs delivered to my door... captured by magical girls, schooled with mesugaki creampie yas... wedding invites and happy ceremonies arriving...
"R-Run... gotta run...! Get the escape chopper ready quick!"
"Thing is... the chopper pilot joined the mob too..."
The pilot joined the protest? After all I've done for that loser. I even signed "Loser~♥" on the chopper windshield. Peeled the plastic off his new car seats. Pressed my fingerprint right on his glasses!
"What do we do? What now..."
Maybe learn to fly a chopper on YouTube right now? With Tyranno's genius brain, I could master it in five minutes flat.
Click! As I'm pondering escape routes, I hear the door lock.
"Huh? Why'd you lock the door?"
"Don't worry. No one can get in now."
Hmm. Locking the door to block the mob makes sense... but the secretary's face looks weird. Flushed red... shifty eyes... drooling like a perv...
"No one can come in... no one... hehehe..."
"Secretary?"
"You know, President? The ones who joined the mob... the guards here... the chopper pilot... and the secretary!"
The secretary pounces!
"N-Nooo...!"
A dream...? I sit up, drenched in sweat. Feels like a nightmare that wasn't quite a nightmare. Can't remember much since it was a dream.
I'm in my room, on my bed, stark naked.
"Why am I na—" My foggy post-sleep brain clears, and last night's horrors flood back.
"Eek...!"
The woman who beat and creampied me mercilessly was Lion. The fact that Lion—the one I trusted most—mesugaki-schooled me with creampies makes my body shrink instinctively.
We fucked like dogs all night till we both passed out from exhaustion, I guess. I blacked out mid-doggy from fatigue, so memory's fuzzy, but yeah.
I check my body. Good, the dog collar's off, but red marks circle my neck like a necklace. Not scarring, but leaving marks on this national-treasure body is a crime worthy of wiping out four generations.
Kiss marks and bite marks everywhere. Back aches—I check the mirror, and red welts stripe it. Dried globs of baby batter and Lion's fluids crust white and sticky. Curly fur clings to the bed and me. A sight I'd never show anyone.
Memories of being fucked like a dog—no, worse than a dog, like a dildo—resurface.
"Eek... no... nooo..."
So scary... If I could just hug Lion tight, it'd be better... her fluffy fur...
But Lion—the one I trusted most—fucked me... Last night's Lion was blinded by lust, choking my neck. A side of her I never saw, never knew.
"Ugh..."
"Hah?!"
They say turtle scares less than pot lid slamming. Lion's voice startles me like one.
"L-Lion... up?"
I peek under the covers. Her tousled human-form eyes meet mine.
"Ah... aaa..."
Seeing her face makes old scars throb—head aches. Her cold, hardened expression. Biting, hitting, cursing me. The wicked woman choking my neck, pounding my dick raw.
"N-No... hate..."
Gotta run... gotta run... but body frozen, can't move... If she catches me again... she'll rape me...
"Tyranno..."
Gotta run... Huh? Tears well in Lion's eyes staring at me.
"What I... what did I do to you..."
Her fingers approach. Tips tremble like leaves in wind. The hand that choked me without hesitation now shakes.
"Eek..."
Her finger touches a bite mark. Traces it like braille.
Should shake it off... gotta... but this wicked cat... no telling what she'll do... body stiffens like fangs at my nape, can't move...
"This... I did this to you... bit you..."
She sees my neck marks and goes ice-cold. The blatant violence silences her. A tear drops on the sheet. Dark stain spreads circular.
Her fingertips touch my neck.
"D-Don't... eek... heee..."
Last night's choke flashes—breath quickens. Body etched with violence's memory. Unforgettable scar revives.
"Tyranno..." Lion sighs.
Eek... if I don't give her my neck now, she'll do worse... like choking with hands instead of collar... or thighs...
"N-No... it's fine... you can touch..."
A bit scary, but better than choking again... If I endure... stay still and endure... she'll go back to good Lion... Last night was bad Lion, right? If I'm obedient, meek, she'll return, yeah?
Lion bows her head.
"...Sorry."
"Huh?"
Back to good... Lion...?
"I... I went mad."
Her voice drips with sobs, salty.
"Jealousy drove me mad. Living with you so long, I liked you. Your mean words seemed cute. Your actions showed a good heart. Watching you up close was just... nice."
Lion... liked me...?
"So I agonized forever. Was this love? Or maternal? Even if I confessed big-time, you'd see me as protector and reject, shattering our bond. After agonizing... finally finished tough experiment, got human form... but I just wore human skin—still a beast inside."
...Experiment? First I'm hearing this?
"Mixing with Chae Sua made me so jealous. If I'd decided sooner, mustered courage... That haunted my head all day. But past is past, I tried to let go."
Tears flow like water now. Sobs like heart torn.
Her face must be soaked, unseen.
"But... seeing you go to Chae Sua's, not return all night... jealousy broke me... Sorry... so sorry..."
Her head on tear stains, apologizing—my chest aches for some reason. Still... it's Lion... the one I really liked... We ate, slept, bathed together... From my birth till now, always by my side, caring... No mom or dad, but if family feels like this, yeah... Seeing her sob like that hurts.
No matter how bad she hurt me.
"Guh..."
Lion stands. Tear-snot-drool loser face♥
"Never... never show before you again... Won't return to Darkness..."
She shifts to cat form. Familiar black cat with lion mane. The good cat who cared for me.
"Everything... sorry."
The black cat walks away sadly. Prophet-like instinct hits: Let her go, never see again. Vanishing from me means vanishing from the world.
Yeah, Lion did bad. True. This noble Tyranno's body, defiled like that. Loser dared, jealousy-mad, pounce and steal my baby batter with bank-robber pussy... choke my neck...
But wasn't it 'cause Tyranno's too beautiful, pretty, noble, smart? Aha! Genius deduction! Spot-on! Tyranno's so delicate, nice personality, cute, lovable, handsome—so loser Lion couldn't resist up close. My fault too, kinda. Don't want her dying in some corner and sour mood... Forgive once.
"Hey, loser cat♥"
Grab DEF chocolate from bedside, toss. Bullseye on head.
"....."
Saddest, most depressed face turns to me.
"Where you going? Do all that naughty stuff to me then bail, loser?♥"
"........?"
"Steal my baby batter loads then shut up and run?♥"
"Uh-uh..."
Pfft! Look at flustered Lion face♥ Total loser♥
"My shoulder hurts!"
"?"
"Come knead it."
Doesn't get it? Why not come?
"Shoulder hurts, I said~ What, loser♥ Head infected with loser-loser virus too?♥"
"N-No... not..."
"Pfft! Stop crying, loser♥ Ugly face getting uglier♥ Come knead already♥"
I flop face-down on bed. Lion climbs on. Weirdly, not scared like yesterday.
"Ugh... ugh... h-heuk... sorry... sorry..."
"Hmph♥ Shut up and knead♥"
Pink jelly paws knead shoulders. What a loser cat. Pathetic massage skill, but...
"Wha... it's passable..."