CHAPTER 62.5 - Ángel and the Fairy Ghost
The Legend of the Hero Ángel and His Reincarnations
The hero destined to suffer.
His real name isn't Ángel; it's Jesús, a name given to him after Jesus, the son of God. But he has always hated that name because he despises God and religion in general. Instead, he adopted the name of his neighbor, Ángel. Although it's a religious name, he didn't mind, as his neighbor was a man Ángel admired for being an exceptional guitarist and singer—something Ángel loved: music.
Ángel's first life was utterly miserable in every way, starting with the extreme poverty his family faced, which forced him to work from a young age just to eat at least once a day.
He never went to school because his parents refused to "waste" money on education, so Ángel remained illiterate and ignorant for many years.
He worked 10 hours a day and returned home, handing over the money he earned to his father, who forced him to do so. Afterward, he would go to his neighbor's house, where the neighbor taught him how to play the guitar.
His neighbor was a troubled young man in every sense—he got involved with married women and those with boyfriends, frequently fought with anyone who annoyed him, and squandered his life on sex and drugs. But he was kind to young Ángel, knowing the hardships the boy endured: working under the scorching sun for hours and earning only a pittance, which his father spent on alcohol and cigarettes. At first, the neighbor merely pitied Ángel, allowing him to watch while he played the guitar or sang with his band. Over time, however, he began to see Ángel as a little brother, as Ángel admired him and dreamed of being like him—someone who enjoyed life.
"I want to enjoy life like you do!" Ángel said when his neighbor asked why he admired him.
Young Ángel's life was generally wretched, filled with deprivation, violence, hunger, and exhaustion. But when he watched his neighbor play, he saw someone happy, someone who loved doing what they enjoyed. He saw someone who relished living.
Learning Ángel's reasons, the neighbor decided to teach him everything he knew about music. He gave Ángel food, invited him to events where his band performed, and paid him a small amount for helping at those events—knowing Ángel's father would take the money. To compensate, he fed him and even bought him a guitar.
For the first time, Ángel felt happiness… at least when he was with his neighbor.
At home, he saw his parents drunk or high, and they beat him for any trivial reason, simply to vent their frustrations.
His father didn't work; he stole. He was a thief… and a rapist. A vile criminal who enjoyed violating his victims after robbing them.
His mother was a cheap prostitute who spread her legs to get drugs.
Ángel hated his family but was too afraid to run away, knowing how dangerous his father was. He feared for his life.
"T-thank you so much!" Ángel said as a man handed him the hot dog he bought.
Ángel's neighbor had given him his first guitar, and with it, he played on the streets, hoping to earn some money.
On good days, he took some of the money to buy street food, giving him the energy to keep playing.
But moments like these, when everything seemed to go well, were always followed by misfortune.
The reason Ángel hates God and religion is that he despises God for making him suffer despite never having done anything wrong. He hates God for giving him this life and this family… and for always bringing him suffering whenever he feels happy.
"No! Please, don't do it!!" Ángel screamed, tears streaming down his face, as two teenagers destroyed his guitar.
They tried to steal his money, but when he refused to give it to them—knowing his father would beat him severely if he found out he'd been robbed—they snatched his guitar and smashed it before his eyes.
After destroying it, they took his money and beat him.
Covered in bruises, wracked with pain, and holding the broken guitar, Ángel returned home. Unfortunately, his parents were drunk and high. When they learned he came back without money, they gave him a brutal beating that nearly killed him.
Ángel spent days locked in his house and only left when his wounds were less visible.
His parents wouldn't let him leave his room, fearing he'd report them to the police. They didn't feed him during those days, giving him only water. Ángel barely survived, and when he finally left, the first thing he did was visit his neighbor, having heard that he'd asked about him and been told by Ángel's parents that he was at a friend's house.
When he arrived at his neighbor's house, he found a note on the door saying he'd be away for a week and would return that day.
Ángel hurried to the bus station, where he waited for over five hours until his neighbor arrived. He ran to him joyfully.
His neighbor was shocked to see Ángel thinner and with some bruises, but Ángel looked so happy and excited that he didn't ask about it, not wanting to sadden him.
"How was the trip?! Did you play at a concert?! Do you have a video?!"
"I… Yeah, and it was amazing! Come on, I'll show you at home," his neighbor said, ruffling Ángel's hair.
But when they reached the house, they found Ángel's father being arrested for his crimes, along with his mother, who was arrested for complicity.
Ángel was taken to an orphanage and never saw his neighbor again. His neighbor tried to adopt him, but his bad reputation led to the request being denied.
Ángel was adopted by a family close to his neighbor, whom the neighbor had convinced to take him in.
They gave him a home and finally sent him to school… but the worst was yet to come.
Ángel was thrilled and excited because that night he would see his neighbor again, who hadn't been able to visit earlier due to a nationwide tour. But pain returned to him.
Some schoolboys surrounded him and began beating him. Why? Because one of them was the only child of the family that adopted Ángel, and he hated Ángel. He didn't want him in his home, but since he couldn't convince his parents to send Ángel back to the orphanage, he decided to make his life a living hell.
"Please, stop!" Ángel cried as he saw his notebooks being destroyed.
They were kicking him while a fourth boy tore apart Ángel's notebooks and books.
"No!"
Seeing him covered in tears, with blood streaming from his nose and lips, they stopped beating him—only to deliver the final blow.
They urinated on his face while laughing at him.
"Hahahahaha! Next time, don't go crying to the teacher," one of them said.
It was a lie he told, knowing his friends wouldn't help if they knew the real reason for his hatred of Ángel.
Filled with sadness and humiliated, Ángel didn't dare return home. He just walked and walked, with no particular destination. He only wanted to find a place to rest, but the unexpected happened.
The beginning of true hell.
"Huh?"
A black circle appeared beneath him, and arms emerged from it, preventing his escape.
"Help!!" he screamed desperately, but it was too late.
The arms forcibly pulled him into the circle, and he vanished from that world.
He didn't die, unfortunately. His fate wouldn't be so kind.
He was taken to another place, a world entirely different from his own—a dark forest where humanoid creatures awaited him. Demons.
Realizing he was there, the demons approached with malicious intent. Paralyzed by fear, Ángel couldn't move and collapsed, his body drained of energy from terror.
Screaming again, Ángel was captured by the demons.
They took him to a castle dungeon, and his hell began.
Day after day, Ángel endured all kinds of torture—both sexual and physical.
He was mercilessly penetrated by demons, orally violated, raped by succubi for entire days, had his fingers and testicles bitten off… They left him nearly dead, keeping him alive with magic only to prolong his suffering. They regenerated his lost body parts, so Ángel endured the same tortures thousands of times, purely for their amusement.
Day after day, for over 10 years, he suffered infernal torments. Why? To create magical weapons from the negative emotions Ángel emitted—pain, sadness, anger, resentment… He was merely an object to them.
Day after day, it was the same, and he reached a point where he no longer cared what they did to him, having grown accustomed to it… And that would be the demons' eternal downfall.
At 20 years old, Ángel met the being who would change his life forever. He met Slim, a slime.
"Fufu. Still hard, huh? Sorry, but I've got something important to do. See you tomorrow," said a fat, hideous slime woman as she dressed, leaving Ángel on the floor with his vacant expression, indifferent to what was done to his body.
"Tch. Gross. Doesn't it disgust you to have sex with that thing?" said a demon woman, looking at Ángel with revulsion.
"Nah, our bodies are very compatible. Plus, it's fun and pleasurable. You should try it, Sol."
"Tch. I'd rather die."
"Oh. Fufu. Sorry, I forgot you're a virgin. Hahahahaha!"
"So what?"
"Seriously, you're still following that family tradition? No man will fall for you with that personality."
"Tch. Whatever. Let's go, the heroes will be summoned soon."
"Yeah, yeah, let's go."
The two left the dungeon and locked the door, leaving Ángel alone… or so they thought.
"Fat shitty whore."
He sat on the floor and took a deep breath.
"You only rape me because no man would willingly sleep with you. Don't act like you're valuable… Ah…"
Ángel sighed and turned to his left.
"How long are you going to keep hiding? She's gone. Take your chance and escape."
A small slime emerged from behind an empty plate and hopped toward Ángel.
"T-thank you so much for not ratting me out! I don't want to stay with her! She's disgusting!" said the slime, which had a feminine voice.
"Yeah, whatever… So, what are you to her?"
"I'm a slime! I don't have a name, but you can call me whatever you want."
"I see… Ah, I thought she was a single slime, but now I think she's hundreds of slimes sharing a body, right?"
"Something like that. Her main body is a demon's, but she can control slimes and forces us to stay in her body."
"I see… So how did you break free from her control?"
"When she climaxed, she got distracted, and I escaped! Thank you so much! I got away because of you!"
"Yeah… Thanks to my rape, someone was happy… Ah, well… I guess making someone happy makes my misery a little less miserable."
"Ouch. Sorry, I didn't mean…"
"Don't worry… Ah… Over 10 years… I'm more than used to this life… Having sex, being tortured, forced to drink my urine, eat my excrement, bathed in fire… I've reached a point where nothing really matters anymore. Soon I'll stop being useful, and they'll kill me. I'll finally be able to die. If I didn't have this stupid slave collar, I would've killed myself long ago… Ah, well… I admit it feels nice to talk to someone civilly, even if you're a monster."
"I'm not a monster, I'm a fairy! Look, look…! Ah… Right, I'm a slime now! Ahhhhh! It's not fair!"
"You were a fairy?"
"Yup! But my stupid younger sister turned me into a slime to take the position of first princess. I'll get revenge on her someday!"
"If what you say is true, I wish you luck… Well… I hope you have a good life."
"Thanks!"
She hopped away cheerfully, about to escape under the door, but stopped and returned to Ángel.
"H-hey, we're in the demon country, right?"
"Considering I've only seen demons since I got here… Well, except that time they forced me to eat a human baby… Yeah, we're in the demon country."
"Ah… Oh… Ahhhhh! I can't escape! They'll kill me! There are dangerous S-class, even SS-class monsters here! They'll eat me if they find me!"
"So what will you do?"
"Hmm… Oh… Fufu. Tell me, when are they going to kill you?"
"I don't know… My sense of pain is almost gone, and I'm generating very little energy now… I think in one or two years."
"I see, I see… Fufu. Will you give me your body when you die?"
"Sure."
"Please, give me your body, you won't need it anym…! Huh? You agree that quickly?! You don't even know what I'll use it for!"
"I won't need it anymore, so I don't care."
"T-thank you so much! You'll save my life! I promise to bring flowers to your grave!"
"Ah… Yeah, whatever… So what do you want it for?"
"Since I'm a slime, I can't use my magical power, but if I take your body, I'll be able to use it! I'll be powerful again, and S-class monsters will be nothing to me once I have your body and its new balls!"
"Oh… I see… I hope your plan works."
"Fufu. It will. Thank you so much!"
She hopped onto Ángel's head.
"… What are you doing?"
"Huh? Nothing, just chilling here, and you?"
"I mean, what are you doing here? Why don't you leave? I'm not dying yet… Oh, right, kill me. Maybe you can kill me."
"I would, but it doesn't work that way. To perfectly take over your body, I need to form a certain connection with you. That means we need to become friends! When our bond strengthens, your body won't reject me, and our fusion will be perfect. Please, let me be your friend and live with you!"
"I see… Well, fine. But I warn you, you'll see disgusting things if you stay."
"Fufu. Don't judge me without knowing me. I'm invincible; I can handle seeing anything!"
"I warned you… So… you didn't even have a name as a fairy?"
"I did, but I renounced it. I know! Give me a name! It'll make us friends faster!"
"A name… Hmm… Slim?"
"… For slime?"
"Yeah."
"…"
"…"
"You're not very creative, are you?"
"Not really."
She sighed.
"Fine, I'll be Slim. It's not that bad, so it's okay. Don't fall in love with me, okay?! I like women!"
"Don't worry, I don't think I'll fall for a slime. I'm not that crazy."
"Fufu. I'd drive you crazy with my fairy beauty. From today, we'll be best friends! I hope you treat me well."
"Yeah. Same."
And so, Ángel's life, though still miserable, became a little brighter thanks to the company of his new, outgoing friend, Slim.
Though Slim had to endure seeing many disgusting things while with him.
"Fufu. You squeezed real nice," said an orc demon as he left the dungeon.
Ángel sighed, and Slim hopped onto his head.
"Gross! He didn't even say hi or anything! He just came, stuck it in, and left! Where's the affection and love?!"
"Are you mentally challenged? There's no affection or love in rape."
"Ouch… Sorry… Your life sucks."
"I know. Tell me something I don't know."
"Hmph! How rude! I'm just trying to make you smile!"
"Well, you're not succeeding… Ah… What's the world like, Slim? Tell me about your life."
"You've never been outside?"
"Nope. I come from another world."
"Another world…?! Ugh… You had such bad luck. You got summoned by demons instead of humans. If humans had summoned you, you'd have had a much better life—you might even have a harem!"
"Yeah, I know, though I hate the harem thing. A disgusting demon with multiple wives comes to rape me often, and his wives just mock me. I'd never be like him."
"I see, I see… Let's make a deal! I'll tell you stories about this world, and you tell me about your world!"
"Deal."
And so, over time, they became very close friends. When he wasn't being tortured or raped, Ángel spent most of his time talking with Slim about various topics, playing whatever games they could think of, and sharing stories.
After the first year, while Ángel slept, Slim felt she had enough of a connection to take his body, but…
"… I think… Yeah, a bit more time."
She didn't want Ángel to die yet. She wanted to keep talking with him and remain friends.
A very selfish decision, as Ángel wanted to die, but that choice would change Ángel's life forever, and she didn't know it yet.
Years passed, and at 23, Ángel was no longer useful to the demons.
They took him to the center of the forest, removed his slave collar, offered him as a sacrifice to their God, and dismembered him before the statue of the God of Hell… the statue of legendary ghost number 99, the ghost of pain.
When everyone left, Slim, deeply saddened by her friend's tragic death, hopped onto the remains of her deceased best friend.
"Ángel… I hope you're resting in peace… I'll miss you," she said sadly, as her body entered Ángel's head through his nose.
Once fully inside, slime tentacles began connecting and reassembling Ángel's mutilated body, restoring it to normal.
After a few seconds, Ángel—or rather, Slim—stood up and sighed, her eyes filling with tears.
"Thank you for everything, Ángel. I'll always remember you fondly… Huh…? Why do I feel so strange…? Huh…? Ah… Ah… Achoo!"
Slim sneezed loudly, and a fire fairy—or rather, Slim herself—emerged from Ángel's body through her nose.
"Huh?! Why is my body made of fire?! I'm a fairy again, but my body's fire! Why?!"
"I don't know. Magic?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"A-Ángel?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Y-you're alive?"
"Yeah. Why…? Oh… Huh? I'm alive?"
"You're alive! You're alive!"
Slim hugged Ángel's cheek and kissed it.
"I'm so happy! I don't know how, but you're alive!"
"Well, I don't have the slave collar anymore. Now I can kill myself. Bye."
"Uwaaaah! Wait, wait, wait! You don't need to die anymore! I'm a fairy again! Demons are no match for me! I'll protect you! Please, don't kill yourself!"
"Sorry, I've made my decision. Bye."
"Please, don't do it. You're all I have left in this life," Slim said, looking into his eyes as hers filled with tears.
"… Fine… I might regret this decision, but I've already suffered everything. A little more pain won't matter. But I warn you, I'll kill myself if they try to rape me again."
"I'll kill you myself if I fail to protect you, don't worry! Thank you, thank you!"
"Besides, I'm a bit curious about this world and its summoned heroes. I want to see the world."
"Let's explore the world together!"
Slim grew in size, and the fire vanished. She became a beautiful young-looking girl with short pink hair, small breasts, and stunning pink eyes.
Her outfit was a simple red dress, red shoes, and black stockings.
"Is this your normal appearance?"
"Yes and no. For some reason I don't understand, you're alive, and I have an upgraded fire body. This is transformation magic… Wait… I think I know why this happened… Oh… Yeah, I see… It makes sense."
"Right, why am I alive?"
"I think your soul was still in your body when I fused with it, and when I fixed it and merged with you, your soul expelled mine and, in the process, gave me a new body."
"Is that possible?"
"Very much so. It's rare for a soul to stay in a dead body, but I think your soul knew I was going to revive you. And since we're best friends, your soul indirectly allowed me to create a new, improved body for myself!"
"… I'll ask again, is that possible?"
"Fufu. I told you our bond would improve the fusion. There's just one small problem."
"And what's that?"
"W-well… It turns out, yes, my body is much more powerful thanks to our special fusion, but that's because your soul took back the negative emotions they stole from you."
"Huh?"
"And, well, not only am I much more powerful than before, but so are you."
"I'm powerful?"
"That's the good news."
"But how do you know I took back the negative emotions?"
"Because your demonic aura confirms it!!"
"Huh?"
Ángel looked at his hands and arms. His entire body was surrounded by a massive black aura.
"Are these my negative emotions?"
"Y-yes… And, well… Ah… H-how do I explain this…? I-it's a funny situation."
"Slim…"
"Ahhhhh! I admit, I can defeat S-class monsters, but demons are stronger than me! And when they find out their magical weapons made from your emotions are gone, they'll…! Uwaaaah!"
Ángel scooped Slim into his arms and began running away from the castle.
"Let's get out of here before they find us."
"That was my idea! You stole it from my mind! Thief!"
"Why did my soul take back the negative emotions?"
"It's called survival. When I fused with you, my magical power bonded with your body, and your soul used that magic to reclaim what was stolen from it. Since they stole so much from you, I got half of it, which is why I got a new body."
"That means…"
"Yes… We're equally powerful. Hahahahaha! Together, we'll be invincible! What do you want to do?! Join the heroes and kill the demons?! But first, let's kill my stupid younger sister!"
"I'd rather not get involved with demons or heroes. I know I'll only suffer if I go down that path. I just want to explore the world and ignore its problems."
"Ah… Well, it's your choice. I love the idea of exploring the world too! But I also want to kill my sister. Let's explore the world and then kill my stupid sister!"
"Fine."
"But first, we need to get you some clothes."
"Oh, right… I haven't worn clothes since I arrived in this world. Let's go."
"Onward!" Slim said, raising her arms.
And so, Ángel's new life began.
Three remain.
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(Pov - Kevs)
Wow… What a shitty life he had.
It was so disgusting that I turned off the +18 filter. Ángel had a miserable life, and I feel bad for hating my new life.
Ángel seems like a flat character to me, but it's understandable after all that suffering. I hope he gets good character development.
So far, my favorite character is Slim. She seems the most interesting, as her past feels very mysterious. I hope she doesn't end up as Ángel's romantic partner; they work so well as friends, and becoming a couple would ruin their chemistry.
Well, I finished the first chapter. I'll check out the others later.
I put the book in my backpack and sighed… Alright, fun's over, back to hell.
"P-princess, we need to head back to the classroom."
I tried to wake the princess, who was asleep on top of me. I lay face-down on the ground so she could use me as a bed. Ahhhhh! I've sunk so low! I'm a disgrace to myself and my grandfather!
No, Kevs, remember, Ángel suffered more and kept going!
But he had a beautiful fairy by his side who considered him her best friend, and he felt obligated to stay with her! I have no one…! Well, just Daisy, my mute imaginary friend… Ahhhhh! Kevs, we have no real friends!
I know! We're a failure!
Oh, I hear the princess yawning. Yes, I didn't have to touch her to wake her! I spared myself a hit!
"Is the hour up already?"
"Yes, princess."
"Tch. I wanted to sleep more. Let's go."
"Y-yes."
She got up from the ground, and so did I. Ow, my back hurts. The princess is heavy, but I won't say that out loud—she'd definitely kill me if I mentioned her weight.
"I must admit, your body is comfortable, insect. That fat of yours has its advantages."
"T-thanks."
I guess.
"But we need to get rid of it."
"Huh?"
"You're disgusting. I don't want my reputation tarnished by having a fat servant. I'll force you to lose weight. I can't change your face, but I can change your body."
Your reputation's already tarnished, princess!
But I don't think losing weight is a bad idea. I need a better body to endure the elves' abuse! I need a stronger body.
"We'll start your training today."
"Y-yes."
Ouch, my body already hurts just hearing that. I hope I don't die.
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"Ahhhhh! I can't stand you, idiot!"
"The only idiot here is you, saggy tits!"
"They're not saggy, you tiny-dick moron!"
"It's not tiny! Want me to show you?! Oh, no, that'd be a reward for an easy-legs-spreading bitch like you, whore!"
"Ahhhhh! You're dead!"
Bell and Evelyn started fighting after arguing over who would gather food.
Unable to agree, they both got angry and came to blows… Well, only Evelyn. Bell didn't dare hit a woman and took the hits.
"Idiot, I don't want to activate the bracelet! Stop hitting me!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Evelyn started laughing and stepped away from him.
"Fufu. What? Too scared to hit a woman?"
"Woman? Where? I only see a prostitute!"
Her chest tightened at those words, and she was on the verge of tears.
Evelyn turned around and lowered her gaze.
"… Tch. I'll get food for myself."
"Tch. Do whatever you want, whore."
They walked away in opposite directions.
"Stupid shitty virgin. How dare he talk to me like that? He has no right to judge me… No one does… No one."
Evelyn clenched her fist in rage as her eyes filled with tears.
"No one!"
Epilogue
(Pov - Bell)
Tch. Stupid whore. She's unbearable! I'll admit, at first, I loved the idea of being alone with her on an island, but I can't stand her anymore! She's hateful, loud, gets mad over nothing, and violent! Ahhhhh! Why did I get stuck with her?!
Tch. The upside is her big breasts give me material to jerk off to, but aside from her looks, she's an insufferable idiot!
I think I'll drop out of the test. Yeah, I'll quit in a couple of days.
It's just… Ugh, I really can't stand her. The only good thing about her is her breasts, and that's it.
"Damn it, I have to do everything alone."
I'm almost done digging the hole for the bathroom. It's my own hole—I'm not sharing it with that whore!
"Fufu. I'm a genius."
Dig a deep hole in the ground, do my business, and cover it with dirt so the smell doesn't escape. I'm a genius! My parents said I'd be a good-for-nothing. Well, this good-for-nothing is becoming a genius!
Alright… I think I'll need a bit more water.
I went to the lake a few meters from the hole and collected water with my mouth and hands. Good.
I returned to the hole and poured in the water to soften the soil and make it easier to dig. I just need to wait a minute.
I sat under a tree and sighed.
Ah… Evelyn, if you weren't so hateful, I'd fall for you.
Sylphie has Saik, so I can't fall for her.
Ram is out of my league and probably hates me for being an idiot.
Ah… I want a girlfriend. My childhood friend fell for another guy and dumped me when we started dating. I want a girlfriend!
And I'm not handsome… or smart… Ah, Saik, I'm jealous of you. You're the smartest in school, and your body's perfect. I haven't seen your face, but I bet you're good-looking.
Meanwhile, I'm not handsome and I'm an idiot… Ah… Well… I have money. Maybe I can't charm a girl from my class, but I could probably buy the love of a desperate poor girl trying to escape poverty.
… Ah… Will I really sink that low? I want a girlfriend, God! Give me a girlfriend!
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(Pov - Evelyn)
Tch. Stupid tiny dick. He's unbearable! Ahhhhh! Why did I get stuck with him?! He's insufferable! I wanted to be with Saik, not this idiot!
If I'd been paired with Saik, I could've seduced him with my charms, and he'd have helped me pay off my debt. He could even protect me with his money, and I'd stop selling my body! But no, the stupid school gave me this tiny dick as a partner! He's unbearable!
And I hate him so much that I refuse to consider seducing him to pay my debt. I can't convince him to pay it without giving something in return. I'm sure he'd blackmail me into repaying the money or force me to sell my body again if I don't marry him or keep sleeping with him.
I couldn't stand being with someone like him.
Saik isn't lustful; he showed no reaction to me, unlike Naok and Bell, who couldn't stop ogling me. Ludius didn't react either, but the way he looks at Saik, I'm sure he'd never notice me… or any woman.
Naok is just like Bell, so I rule him out too.
I want to marry the man who pays my debt so I won't have to worry about anything… I don't want to keep selling my body… I don't want to… I don't want to.
"I just want to be happy."
Saik, please fall in love with me. You're my last hope… I don't want to be chained forever to an idiot or a pervert, much less a perverted idiot! I just want to be happy, with a kind man who treats me well. Who treats me like a human being and not a sex object.
I just want to be happy… It's the only thing I want in life.
And if I can't have it… I'll kill myself in a year.
Please, Saik, help me.
"I'm begging you."
(Author's Note: End of Volume 9. Thank you so much for your support! Seriously, thank you for continuing to read what I write. I look forward to your comments on my Twitter. You know, the more comments, the faster I'll release the next volume.)