PF: C01
FIRST CHAPTER
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Karl finally had a revelation: This was what Kain and Das meant by "high quality". What's more, he wanted to ask "Where'd you guys find such a rare quality good".But at that time, Kain squatted beside the man, brushing away the hair covering his face to expose their delicate, pretty and white face beneath. To see his eyes tightly shut, the lashes on them casting his lids in a faint shadow as his high nose-bridge flared gently with each of his broken breath while his lips slightly parted. If you did not look at his body and simply gazed at his face, you'd believe he was really a man... a quite good looking man at that. But, Karl was instead utterly shocked. Utterly shocked——because he already knew who this "man" was! It was Fritz! It was his non other than his father, Fritz!
At dusk, on a dark Spring evening, it happened. Although the the setting sun, tingeing the clouds in a rosy hue, seemed as if it would end this day with warmth. The wail of a crow in the night, of the goddess brandishing her longs sleeves caused the night to gather the snips of a spring chill.
Although Karl hates that weak and wretched appearance of his father who always kept his head facing down. That night, however, he had suddenly learned the truth. Knowing Fritz—who was usually weak, timid and lowly in manner—was originally not actually a real man made Karl suddenly feel Fritz was rather pitiful. While watching another boy fall onto Fritz's limp and feeble body, it was clear Fritz was already left with little awareness of himself being rⓐped. With only groans escaping him as spit dripped from the corner of his mouth.
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
"Hey, Karl! Come, get over here quick!"
This is the place where the poor reside. Just like any other place in the world with the poor, it is chaotic, it is loud, and it is dirty. Every street is narrow and congested, every family is destitute and uneducated. The men there were all simple-minded and only good at violence, while the women had not one ounce of the graceful liveliness, nor the reserved elegance and charm a woman should possess.
Pulling out his finger, Karl turned his attention towards Fritz's tightly shut mounds. Flipping him over, and surprised to see those snowy-white cheeky mounds were rather abundant, where between them lay the pale blue crease of a tightly shut chrysanthemum.
Because Fritz usually held his head down, and his face was usually not clean, also because he usually only went out at dawn and dusk to work as a janitor, normally living in seclusion at home, not many knew how he looked, even though everyone in this slum knew he was spineless and afraid of his wife. So this bunch of sex-crazed hooligans did not recognise who it was they were violently taking turns on, and simply took this man of both sexes as a passer-by who carelessly found his way there.
Warning: This is not a joke. Contains every fked up thing you can possibly think of, things punishable in a court of law and any moral authority. Read at your own risk. Do not read if you get triggered by the stuff trigger warnings were actually made for. This shit is messed up. Really messed up. Okay? I tried to warn you.
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
Furthermore, Karl's father was a curious case of his own. Looking to be no more than thirty years old, he had a petite build and always hung his head low, only looking up at the world occasionally. It always made people think it was because his face was quite dirty, as it seemed the area had never once been washed clean. He also rarely spoke to anyone, and when he did, it was always a faint whisper. A tone used regardless of whether the one he faced was his crude wife or his much taller son, always acting inferior... lowly. His name was even, was Fritz [Nothing Special].
The fourteen year old Karl was precisely one of those unfortunate few who lived amongst that unfortunate crowd. (At least, this was the way he thought of himself), and of course he was already a member of a criminal organisation known as "The Eagle Gang" at a very young age.
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
This day was no exception as Karl listlessly walked towards a corner not far from his home. The sky was already dark, and that place was a very dangerous one to be. If one was a woman, it was especially so, because in a single month there were regularly over a dozen robbery or rⓐpe cases reported there. Karl was regarded as the same kind of punk too, as every time a scene of that sort was witnessed, one would either look the other way or walk straight by... Or, to put quite crassly, join in and also get a taste of the "fresh meat".
The fourteen year old Karl was precisely one of those unfortunate few who lived amongst that unfortunate crowd. (At least, this was the way he thought of himself), and of course he was already a member of a criminal organisation known as "The Eagle Gang" at a very young age.
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
"I don't want to join in today, alright? I was out with the guys whole day—I'm really spent."
iana: fun fact-- this is the worst freaking thing I've ever read and translated. It's what I used to practice numbing my feelings when translating other questionable chapters since nothing could surpass this level of ew... I couldn't post this shit with my other novel translations, I didn't want to scar anyone for life! But this place is made for stuff like this, so enjoy... I guess. If you're into this, I don't judge. Do you.
[T/n: Yes, I'm well aware of the correct term being 'intersex', but please note these words aren't being said by people possessing any sort of humanity. @sshole be @ssholes.]
These misfortunes of Karl mainly came from his parents.
FIRST CHAPTER
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
Earlier that day he had followed the "brothers" within his gang all over the place, leaving him very tired. So even though he saw a shadows of a crowd of four or five guys under a streetlamp along with the snow white body of a woman forcibly pressed down within the encircled crowd, Karl had no interest in it, keeping his head low as he went his own way. Only blandly nodding to the boy who turned around, one Karl knew was called, Kain.
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
This day was no exception as Karl listlessly walked towards a corner not far from his home. The sky was already dark, and that place was a very dangerous one to be. If one was a woman, it was especially so, because in a single month there were regularly over a dozen robbery or rⓐpe cases reported there. Karl was regarded as the same kind of punk too, as every time a scene of that sort was witnessed, one would either look the other way or walk straight by... Or, to put quite crassly, join in and also get a taste of the "fresh meat".
A husband and wife pair who were the most eye-catching, as well as most ridiculed, within that slum. A title earned by them all on account of the two being quite terribly a couple that was the most mismatched!
Not expecting Kain to call out to him so excitedly, Karl quickly made his way over to see.
These misfortunes of Karl mainly came from his parents.
"——" Karl felt Fritz's gaze, and him almost wanting to call out the two syllables "Karl" of his name. So in a rush, like the other teens before him, took off his clothes, and without hesitation, mounted Fritz.
Karl's mother was a both a plump and aged married woman. Her current looks seeming as though she had lived past fifty years. It made people wonder if she really had a mother and child relationship with the young Karl, who had just turned fourteen that year. Not only was she an extremely loud and cruel woman, seeing her viciously beat her small and frail husband, practically each day, really made it hard for the others to witness.
This is the place where the poor reside. Just like any other place in the world with the poor, it is chaotic, it is loud, and it is dirty. Every street is narrow and congested, every family is destitute and uneducated. The men there were all simple-minded and only good at violence, while the women had not one ounce of the graceful liveliness, nor the reserved elegance and charm a woman should possess.
"Even if it were the universe's greatest and most beautiful woman, I still wouldn't be interested!" Karl replied lazily, yet still stood in place without a budging an inch, but that was only because he suddenly felt that woman's moans sounded rather familiar.
Not expecting Kain to call out to him so excitedly, Karl quickly made his way over to see.
Furthermore, Karl's father was a curious case of his own. Looking to be no more than thirty years old, he had a petite build and always hung his head low, only looking up at the world occasionally. It always made people think it was because his face was quite dirty, as it seemed the area had never once been washed clean. He also rarely spoke to anyone, and when he did, it was always a faint whisper. A tone used regardless of whether the one he faced was his crude wife or his much taller son, always acting inferior... lowly. His name was even, was Fritz [Nothing Special].
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
Because of this, lacking one sliver of masculinity, father; Karl often suffered ridicule at the hands of others. Thus, Karl, who had an incredibly strong self-esteem, for this reason hated his father, doing so to the utmost degree. He detested his family which has no warmth or affection, so every day after he had eaten, he would just simply leave. Then after it was time, stalled until it got dark before he again begrudgingly went home.
At dusk, on a dark Spring evening, it happened. Although the the setting sun, tingeing the clouds in a rosy hue, seemed as if it would end this day with warmth. The wail of a crow in the night, of the goddess brandishing her longs sleeves caused the night to gather the snips of a spring chill.
These misfortunes of Karl mainly came from his parents.
"Hey, Karl! Come, get over here quick!"
"Heheheh~ Karl, you'll definitely regret not being here tonight! Because this guy is the universe's greatest and most unrivalled beauty! There will never be another chance for such a high quality, I'm telling ya!" A boy Karl recognized, but whose name he did not know, pulled himself off of that woman's body. And now he was, very satisfyingly, letting out a sigh s he added: "I never thought this world could really have a person like this exist! So freaking refreshing."
This is the place where the poor reside. Just like any other place in the world with the poor, it is chaotic, it is loud, and it is dirty. Every street is narrow and congested, every family is destitute and uneducated. The men there were all simple-minded and only good at violence, while the women had not one ounce of the graceful liveliness, nor the reserved elegance and charm a woman should possess.
This day was no exception as Karl listlessly walked towards a corner not far from his home. The sky was already dark, and that place was a very dangerous one to be. If one was a woman, it was especially so, because in a single month there were regularly over a dozen robbery or rⓐpe cases reported there. Karl was regarded as the same kind of punk too, as every time a scene of that sort was witnessed, one would either look the other way or walk straight by... Or, to put quite crassly, join in and also get a taste of the "fresh meat".
Fritz's body was not as hard as a man's, it was plump and inside was smooth as it was soft. Although his fair skin was no longer clean because it was covered with the body fluids of others, but Karl's desire to pin him down already made him unable to control his self restraint.
This day was no exception as Karl listlessly walked towards a corner not far from his home. The sky was already dark, and that place was a very dangerous one to be. If one was a woman, it was especially so, because in a single month there were regularly over a dozen robbery or rⓐpe cases reported there. Karl was regarded as the same kind of punk too, as every time a scene of that sort was witnessed, one would either look the other way or walk straight by... Or, to put quite crassly, join in and also get a taste of the "fresh meat".
"Heheheh~ Karl, you'll definitely regret not being here tonight! Because this guy is the universe's greatest and most unrivalled beauty! There will never be another chance for such a high quality, I'm telling ya!" A boy Karl recognized, but whose name he did not know, pulled himself off of that woman's body. And now he was, very satisfyingly, letting out a sigh s he added: "I never thought this world could really have a person like this exist! So freaking refreshing."
-to be continued
"I don't want to join in today, alright? I was out with the guys whole day—I'm really spent."
-to be continued
"I don't want to join in today, alright? I was out with the guys whole day—I'm really spent."
Earlier that day he had followed the "brothers" within his gang all over the place, leaving him very tired. So even though he saw a shadows of a crowd of four or five guys under a streetlamp along with the snow white body of a woman forcibly pressed down within the encircled crowd, Karl had no interest in it, keeping his head low as he went his own way. Only blandly nodding to the boy who turned around, one Karl knew was called, Kain.
This day was no exception as Karl listlessly walked towards a corner not far from his home. The sky was already dark, and that place was a very dangerous one to be. If one was a woman, it was especially so, because in a single month there were regularly over a dozen robbery or rⓐpe cases reported there. Karl was regarded as the same kind of punk too, as every time a scene of that sort was witnessed, one would either look the other way or walk straight by... Or, to put quite crassly, join in and also get a taste of the "fresh meat".
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
Using his fingers to fiddle with the wonderful garden within Fritz's lower body, he first used his index finger and thumb to flick the standing male organ which trembled. Fritz's masculinity was clearly more evident than his androgyny, however, because he did not have any breasts, neither did his male organ seem to show signs of shrinkage. Afterwards, Karl put his index finger into that small wet cavern, a place so ravaged it was already quite swollen, while scarlet traces of blood was mixed into the dried white fluid. As soon as his fingers entered, Fritz's brows wrinkled in pain, making it clear that although he had female organs, he couldn't derive pleasure like a woman would. So the men entering his female garden, only made him feel nothing but terrible pain.
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
"——" Karl felt Fritz's gaze, and him almost wanting to call out the two syllables "Karl" of his name. So in a rush, like the other teens before him, took off his clothes, and without hesitation, mounted Fritz.
"Hey, Karl! Come, get over here quick!"
Currently, the youth mounting the woman made several fierce jerks, before yanking his meat stick from within her body. Das made his way over, as the youth did this, turning the woman over, seemingly as though he wanted Karl to see her clearly as he pulled open the legs of the woman panting in pain.
After the youth finished ejecting his animalistic desire onto Fritz's body and rose to his feet, Fritz did not move an inch, seeming to be in in a stupor for some time. Afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, spiritlessly sweeping them over the youths who cruelly rⓐped him. But his eyes quickly grew wide in pure shock when they stopped on the figure belonging to Karl.
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
FIRST CHAPTER
[T/n: Yes, I'm well aware of the correct term being 'intersex', but please note these words aren't being said by people possessing any sort of humanity. @sshole be @ssholes.]
Not expecting Kain to call out to him so excitedly, Karl quickly made his way over to see.
Earlier that day he had followed the "brothers" within his gang all over the place, leaving him very tired. So even though he saw a shadows of a crowd of four or five guys under a streetlamp along with the snow white body of a woman forcibly pressed down within the encircled crowd, Karl had no interest in it, keeping his head low as he went his own way. Only blandly nodding to the boy who turned around, one Karl knew was called, Kain.
Using his fingers to fiddle with the wonderful garden within Fritz's lower body, he first used his index finger and thumb to flick the standing male organ which trembled. Fritz's masculinity was clearly more evident than his androgyny, however, because he did not have any breasts, neither did his male organ seem to show signs of shrinkage. Afterwards, Karl put his index finger into that small wet cavern, a place so ravaged it was already quite swollen, while scarlet traces of blood was mixed into the dried white fluid. As soon as his fingers entered, Fritz's brows wrinkled in pain, making it clear that although he had female organs, he couldn't derive pleasure like a woman would. So the men entering his female garden, only made him feel nothing but terrible pain.
FIRST CHAPTER
"I don't want to join in today, alright? I was out with the guys whole day—I'm really spent."
How is this possible? Karl's mind was blank.
Salome: This is the first post, read only if you can take it. Let me just say this first, everyone says they can read it, but after doing so if you feel you can't accept it, don't scold me for perverted, alright?!
Although Karl hates that weak and wretched appearance of his father who always kept his head facing down. That night, however, he had suddenly learned the truth. Knowing Fritz—who was usually weak, timid and lowly in manner—was originally not actually a real man made Karl suddenly feel Fritz was rather pitiful. While watching another boy fall onto Fritz's limp and feeble body, it was clear Fritz was already left with little awareness of himself being rⓐped. With only groans escaping him as spit dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Furthermore, Karl's father was a curious case of his own. Looking to be no more than thirty years old, he had a petite build and always hung his head low, only looking up at the world occasionally. It always made people think it was because his face was quite dirty, as it seemed the area had never once been washed clean. He also rarely spoke to anyone, and when he did, it was always a faint whisper. A tone used regardless of whether the one he faced was his crude wife or his much taller son, always acting inferior... lowly. His name was even, was Fritz [Nothing Special].
It turned out this was no woman, but a man. He had a frail snowy white chest and two nipples. Nipples, which because they had been ravaged, now had the hue of ripened pomegranates. But, nonetheless, that skinny body of theirs was undoubtedly that of a man. However, the deep structure between his legs made a person feel... freaky: one that was neither a woman's nor a man's. That place also had a female's secret garden, one with white honey dripping from within, yet standing firmly upright in grandeur was a part belonging absolutely to a male. As under his male organ, there was also a little female cavern, and that white nectar was flowing from this place.
FIRST CHAPTER
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
"Come on, Karl. You'll regret missing out on this one tonight! There won't be any more of such a high quality!" Das's replies were always usually old-fashioned and conceited. It was rare to see his long white face brimming with excitement.
These misfortunes of Karl mainly came from his parents.
"——" Karl felt Fritz's gaze, and him almost wanting to call out the two syllables "Karl" of his name. So in a rush, like the other teens before him, took off his clothes, and without hesitation, mounted Fritz.
Furthermore, Karl's father was a curious case of his own. Looking to be no more than thirty years old, he had a petite build and always hung his head low, only looking up at the world occasionally. It always made people think it was because his face was quite dirty, as it seemed the area had never once been washed clean. He also rarely spoke to anyone, and when he did, it was always a faint whisper. A tone used regardless of whether the one he faced was his crude wife or his much taller son, always acting inferior... lowly. His name was even, was Fritz [Nothing Special].
"Even if it were the universe's greatest and most beautiful woman, I still wouldn't be interested!" Karl replied lazily, yet still stood in place without a budging an inch, but that was only because he suddenly felt that woman's moans sounded rather familiar.
"Hey, Karl! Come, get over here quick!"
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
Not expecting Kain to call out to him so excitedly, Karl quickly made his way over to see.
"Heheheh~ Karl, you'll definitely regret not being here tonight! Because this guy is the universe's greatest and most unrivalled beauty! There will never be another chance for such a high quality, I'm telling ya!" A boy Karl recognized, but whose name he did not know, pulled himself off of that woman's body. And now he was, very satisfyingly, letting out a sigh s he added: "I never thought this world could really have a person like this exist! So freaking refreshing."
Salome: This is the first post, read only if you can take it. Let me just say this first, everyone says they can read it, but after doing so if you feel you can't accept it, don't scold me for perverted, alright?!
"A hermaphrodite?"
-to be continued
"What the hell is going on?!" By them persuading his interest, and also because of him exceedingly appearing to recognise from where he had heard that woman's moans, Karl also made his way over.
A husband and wife pair who were the most eye-catching, as well as most ridiculed, within that slum. A title earned by them all on account of the two being quite terribly a couple that was the most mismatched!
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
The fourteen year old Karl was precisely one of those unfortunate few who lived amongst that unfortunate crowd. (At least, this was the way he thought of himself), and of course he was already a member of a criminal organisation known as "The Eagle Gang" at a very young age.
"Heheheh~ Karl, you'll definitely regret not being here tonight! Because this guy is the universe's greatest and most unrivalled beauty! There will never be another chance for such a high quality, I'm telling ya!" A boy Karl recognized, but whose name he did not know, pulled himself off of that woman's body. And now he was, very satisfyingly, letting out a sigh s he added: "I never thought this world could really have a person like this exist! So freaking refreshing."
Not expecting Kain to call out to him so excitedly, Karl quickly made his way over to see.
That woman's body laid on the ground, and with it, was the solid build of a youth was mounting her. With each unceasing entry of that youth, her pain-filled groans were released. Her two snowy-white legs were opened, her slender arms had fallen onto the ice-cold slate ground, and her fingernails had long turned blue as they jerkingly tried to grasp at the traces of dirt on the floor. Her jet-black hair tightly covering her exquisite neck and face, so Karl did not notice anything unusual about this woman.
-to be continued
[T/n: Yes, I'm well aware of the correct term being 'intersex', but please note these words aren't being said by people possessing any sort of humanity. @sshole be @ssholes.]
Because Fritz usually held his head down, and his face was usually not clean, also because he usually only went out at dawn and dusk to work as a janitor, normally living in seclusion at home, not many knew how he looked, even though everyone in this slum knew he was spineless and afraid of his wife. So this bunch of sex-crazed hooligans did not recognise who it was they were violently taking turns on, and simply took this man of both sexes as a passer-by who carelessly found his way there.
Currently, the youth mounting the woman made several fierce jerks, before yanking his meat stick from within her body. Das made his way over, as the youth did this, turning the woman over, seemingly as though he wanted Karl to see her clearly as he pulled open the legs of the woman panting in pain.
It turned out this was no woman, but a man. He had a frail snowy white chest and two nipples. Nipples, which because they had been ravaged, now had the hue of ripened pomegranates. But, nonetheless, that skinny body of theirs was undoubtedly that of a man. However, the deep structure between his legs made a person feel... freaky: one that was neither a woman's nor a man's. That place also had a female's secret garden, one with white honey dripping from within, yet standing firmly upright in grandeur was a part belonging absolutely to a male. As under his male organ, there was also a little female cavern, and that white nectar was flowing from this place.
These misfortunes of Karl mainly came from his parents.
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
Warning: This is not a joke. Contains every fked up thing you can possibly think of, things punishable in a court of law and any moral authority. Read at your own risk. Do not read if you get triggered by the stuff trigger warnings were actually made for. This shit is messed up. Really messed up. Okay? I tried to warn you.
Karl finally had a revelation: This was what Kain and Das meant by "high quality". What's more, he wanted to ask "Where'd you guys find such a rare quality good".But at that time, Kain squatted beside the man, brushing away the hair covering his face to expose their delicate, pretty and white face beneath. To see his eyes tightly shut, the lashes on them casting his lids in a faint shadow as his high nose-bridge flared gently with each of his broken breath while his lips slightly parted. If you did not look at his body and simply gazed at his face, you'd believe he was really a man... a quite good looking man at that. But, Karl was instead utterly shocked. Utterly shocked——because he already knew who this "man" was! It was Fritz! It was his non other than his father, Fritz!
"What the hell is going on?!" By them persuading his interest, and also because of him exceedingly appearing to recognise from where he had heard that woman's moans, Karl also made his way over.
This day was no exception as Karl listlessly walked towards a corner not far from his home. The sky was already dark, and that place was a very dangerous one to be. If one was a woman, it was especially so, because in a single month there were regularly over a dozen robbery or rⓐpe cases reported there. Karl was regarded as the same kind of punk too, as every time a scene of that sort was witnessed, one would either look the other way or walk straight by... Or, to put quite crassly, join in and also get a taste of the "fresh meat".
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
Because of this, lacking one sliver of masculinity, father; Karl often suffered ridicule at the hands of others. Thus, Karl, who had an incredibly strong self-esteem, for this reason hated his father, doing so to the utmost degree. He detested his family which has no warmth or affection, so every day after he had eaten, he would just simply leave. Then after it was time, stalled until it got dark before he again begrudgingly went home.
These misfortunes of Karl mainly came from his parents.
Not expecting Kain to call out to him so excitedly, Karl quickly made his way over to see.
It turned out this was no woman, but a man. He had a frail snowy white chest and two nipples. Nipples, which because they had been ravaged, now had the hue of ripened pomegranates. But, nonetheless, that skinny body of theirs was undoubtedly that of a man. However, the deep structure between his legs made a person feel... freaky: one that was neither a woman's nor a man's. That place also had a female's secret garden, one with white honey dripping from within, yet standing firmly upright in grandeur was a part belonging absolutely to a male. As under his male organ, there was also a little female cavern, and that white nectar was flowing from this place.
That woman's body laid on the ground, and with it, was the solid build of a youth was mounting her. With each unceasing entry of that youth, her pain-filled groans were released. Her two snowy-white legs were opened, her slender arms had fallen onto the ice-cold slate ground, and her fingernails had long turned blue as they jerkingly tried to grasp at the traces of dirt on the floor. Her jet-black hair tightly covering her exquisite neck and face, so Karl did not notice anything unusual about this woman.
"A hermaphrodite?"
"A hermaphrodite?"
[T/n: Yes, I'm well aware of the correct term being 'intersex', but please note these words aren't being said by people possessing any sort of humanity. @sshole be @ssholes.]
"I don't want to join in today, alright? I was out with the guys whole day—I'm really spent."
This day was no exception as Karl listlessly walked towards a corner not far from his home. The sky was already dark, and that place was a very dangerous one to be. If one was a woman, it was especially so, because in a single month there were regularly over a dozen robbery or rⓐpe cases reported there. Karl was regarded as the same kind of punk too, as every time a scene of that sort was witnessed, one would either look the other way or walk straight by... Or, to put quite crassly, join in and also get a taste of the "fresh meat".
Using his fingers to fiddle with the wonderful garden within Fritz's lower body, he first used his index finger and thumb to flick the standing male organ which trembled. Fritz's masculinity was clearly more evident than his androgyny, however, because he did not have any breasts, neither did his male organ seem to show signs of shrinkage. Afterwards, Karl put his index finger into that small wet cavern, a place so ravaged it was already quite swollen, while scarlet traces of blood was mixed into the dried white fluid. As soon as his fingers entered, Fritz's brows wrinkled in pain, making it clear that although he had female organs, he couldn't derive pleasure like a woman would. So the men entering his female garden, only made him feel nothing but terrible pain.
Because of this, lacking one sliver of masculinity, father; Karl often suffered ridicule at the hands of others. Thus, Karl, who had an incredibly strong self-esteem, for this reason hated his father, doing so to the utmost degree. He detested his family which has no warmth or affection, so every day after he had eaten, he would just simply leave. Then after it was time, stalled until it got dark before he again begrudgingly went home.
How is this possible? Karl's mind was blank.
Karl finally had a revelation: This was what Kain and Das meant by "high quality". What's more, he wanted to ask "Where'd you guys find such a rare quality good".But at that time, Kain squatted beside the man, brushing away the hair covering his face to expose their delicate, pretty and white face beneath. To see his eyes tightly shut, the lashes on them casting his lids in a faint shadow as his high nose-bridge flared gently with each of his broken breath while his lips slightly parted. If you did not look at his body and simply gazed at his face, you'd believe he was really a man... a quite good looking man at that. But, Karl was instead utterly shocked. Utterly shocked——because he already knew who this "man" was! It was Fritz! It was his non other than his father, Fritz!
Warning: This is not a joke. Contains every fked up thing you can possibly think of, things punishable in a court of law and any moral authority. Read at your own risk. Do not read if you get triggered by the stuff trigger warnings were actually made for. This shit is messed up. Really messed up. Okay? I tried to warn you.
Karl's mother was a both a plump and aged married woman. Her current looks seeming as though she had lived past fifty years. It made people wonder if she really had a mother and child relationship with the young Karl, who had just turned fourteen that year. Not only was she an extremely loud and cruel woman, seeing her viciously beat her small and frail husband, practically each day, really made it hard for the others to witness.
Warning: This is not a joke. Contains every fked up thing you can possibly think of, things punishable in a court of law and any moral authority. Read at your own risk. Do not read if you get triggered by the stuff trigger warnings were actually made for. This shit is messed up. Really messed up. Okay? I tried to warn you.
The fourteen year old Karl was precisely one of those unfortunate few who lived amongst that unfortunate crowd. (At least, this was the way he thought of himself), and of course he was already a member of a criminal organisation known as "The Eagle Gang" at a very young age.
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
How is this possible? Karl's mind was blank.
The fourteen year old Karl was precisely one of those unfortunate few who lived amongst that unfortunate crowd. (At least, this was the way he thought of himself), and of course he was already a member of a criminal organisation known as "The Eagle Gang" at a very young age.
Warning: This is not a joke. Contains every fked up thing you can possibly think of, things punishable in a court of law and any moral authority. Read at your own risk. Do not read if you get triggered by the stuff trigger warnings were actually made for. This shit is messed up. Really messed up. Okay? I tried to warn you.
"I don't want to join in today, alright? I was out with the guys whole day—I'm really spent."
After the youth finished ejecting his animalistic desire onto Fritz's body and rose to his feet, Fritz did not move an inch, seeming to be in in a stupor for some time. Afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, spiritlessly sweeping them over the youths who cruelly rⓐped him. But his eyes quickly grew wide in pure shock when they stopped on the figure belonging to Karl.
Furthermore, Karl's father was a curious case of his own. Looking to be no more than thirty years old, he had a petite build and always hung his head low, only looking up at the world occasionally. It always made people think it was because his face was quite dirty, as it seemed the area had never once been washed clean. He also rarely spoke to anyone, and when he did, it was always a faint whisper. A tone used regardless of whether the one he faced was his crude wife or his much taller son, always acting inferior... lowly. His name was even, was Fritz [Nothing Special].
Because Fritz usually held his head down, and his face was usually not clean, also because he usually only went out at dawn and dusk to work as a janitor, normally living in seclusion at home, not many knew how he looked, even though everyone in this slum knew he was spineless and afraid of his wife. So this bunch of sex-crazed hooligans did not recognise who it was they were violently taking turns on, and simply took this man of both sexes as a passer-by who carelessly found his way there.
"——" Karl felt Fritz's gaze, and him almost wanting to call out the two syllables "Karl" of his name. So in a rush, like the other teens before him, took off his clothes, and without hesitation, mounted Fritz.
This is the place where the poor reside. Just like any other place in the world with the poor, it is chaotic, it is loud, and it is dirty. Every street is narrow and congested, every family is destitute and uneducated. The men there were all simple-minded and only good at violence, while the women had not one ounce of the graceful liveliness, nor the reserved elegance and charm a woman should possess.
FIRST CHAPTER
"I don't want to join in today, alright? I was out with the guys whole day—I'm really spent."
Karl gave a cautious look, unable to help yelling in shock: "AH!"
Although Karl hates that weak and wretched appearance of his father who always kept his head facing down. That night, however, he had suddenly learned the truth. Knowing Fritz—who was usually weak, timid and lowly in manner—was originally not actually a real man made Karl suddenly feel Fritz was rather pitiful. While watching another boy fall onto Fritz's limp and feeble body, it was clear Fritz was already left with little awareness of himself being rⓐped. With only groans escaping him as spit dripped from the corner of his mouth.
iana: fun fact-- this is the worst freaking thing I've ever read and translated. It's what I used to practice numbing my feelings when translating other questionable chapters since nothing could surpass this level of ew... I couldn't post this shit with my other novel translations, I didn't want to scar anyone for life! But this place is made for stuff like this, so enjoy... I guess. If you're into this, I don't judge. Do you.
After the youth finished ejecting his animalistic desire onto Fritz's body and rose to his feet, Fritz did not move an inch, seeming to be in in a stupor for some time. Afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, spiritlessly sweeping them over the youths who cruelly rⓐped him. But his eyes quickly grew wide in pure shock when they stopped on the figure belonging to Karl.
"Come on, Karl. You'll regret missing out on this one tonight! There won't be any more of such a high quality!" Das's replies were always usually old-fashioned and conceited. It was rare to see his long white face brimming with excitement.
Warning: This is not a joke. Contains every fked up thing you can possibly think of, things punishable in a court of law and any moral authority. Read at your own risk. Do not read if you get triggered by the stuff trigger warnings were actually made for. This shit is messed up. Really messed up. Okay? I tried to warn you.
Because Fritz usually held his head down, and his face was usually not clean, also because he usually only went out at dawn and dusk to work as a janitor, normally living in seclusion at home, not many knew how he looked, even though everyone in this slum knew he was spineless and afraid of his wife. So this bunch of sex-crazed hooligans did not recognise who it was they were violently taking turns on, and simply took this man of both sexes as a passer-by who carelessly found his way there.
The fourteen year old Karl was precisely one of those unfortunate few who lived amongst that unfortunate crowd. (At least, this was the way he thought of himself), and of course he was already a member of a criminal organisation known as "The Eagle Gang" at a very young age.
FIRST CHAPTER
"——" Karl felt Fritz's gaze, and him almost wanting to call out the two syllables "Karl" of his name. So in a rush, like the other teens before him, took off his clothes, and without hesitation, mounted Fritz.
After the youth finished ejecting his animalistic desire onto Fritz's body and rose to his feet, Fritz did not move an inch, seeming to be in in a stupor for some time. Afterwards, he slowly opened his eyes, spiritlessly sweeping them over the youths who cruelly rⓐped him. But his eyes quickly grew wide in pure shock when they stopped on the figure belonging to Karl.
Fritz's body was not as hard as a man's, it was plump and inside was smooth as it was soft. Although his fair skin was no longer clean because it was covered with the body fluids of others, but Karl's desire to pin him down already made him unable to control his self restraint.
"What the hell is going on?!" By them persuading his interest, and also because of him exceedingly appearing to recognise from where he had heard that woman's moans, Karl also made his way over.
-to be continued
Karl's mother was a both a plump and aged married woman. Her current looks seeming as though she had lived past fifty years. It made people wonder if she really had a mother and child relationship with the young Karl, who had just turned fourteen that year. Not only was she an extremely loud and cruel woman, seeing her viciously beat her small and frail husband, practically each day, really made it hard for the others to witness.
Salome: This is the first post, read only if you can take it. Let me just say this first, everyone says they can read it, but after doing so if you feel you can't accept it, don't scold me for perverted, alright?!
Karl finally had a revelation: This was what Kain and Das meant by "high quality". What's more, he wanted to ask "Where'd you guys find such a rare quality good".But at that time, Kain squatted beside the man, brushing away the hair covering his face to expose their delicate, pretty and white face beneath. To see his eyes tightly shut, the lashes on them casting his lids in a faint shadow as his high nose-bridge flared gently with each of his broken breath while his lips slightly parted. If you did not look at his body and simply gazed at his face, you'd believe he was really a man... a quite good looking man at that. But, Karl was instead utterly shocked. Utterly shocked——because he already knew who this "man" was! It was Fritz! It was his non other than his father, Fritz!
Using his fingers to fiddle with the wonderful garden within Fritz's lower body, he first used his index finger and thumb to flick the standing male organ which trembled. Fritz's masculinity was clearly more evident than his androgyny, however, because he did not have any breasts, neither did his male organ seem to show signs of shrinkage. Afterwards, Karl put his index finger into that small wet cavern, a place so ravaged it was already quite swollen, while scarlet traces of blood was mixed into the dried white fluid. As soon as his fingers entered, Fritz's brows wrinkled in pain, making it clear that although he had female organs, he couldn't derive pleasure like a woman would. So the men entering his female garden, only made him feel nothing but terrible pain.
Karl's mother was a both a plump and aged married woman. Her current looks seeming as though she had lived past fifty years. It made people wonder if she really had a mother and child relationship with the young Karl, who had just turned fourteen that year. Not only was she an extremely loud and cruel woman, seeing her viciously beat her small and frail husband, practically each day, really made it hard for the others to witness.
Pulling out his finger, Karl turned his attention towards Fritz's tightly shut mounds. Flipping him over, and surprised to see those snowy-white cheeky mounds were rather abundant, where between them lay the pale blue crease of a tightly shut chrysanthemum.
Because Fritz usually held his head down, and his face was usually not clean, also because he usually only went out at dawn and dusk to work as a janitor, normally living in seclusion at home, not many knew how he looked, even though everyone in this slum knew he was spineless and afraid of his wife. So this bunch of sex-crazed hooligans did not recognise who it was they were violently taking turns on, and simply took this man of both sexes as a passer-by who carelessly found his way there.
That woman's body laid on the ground, and with it, was the solid build of a youth was mounting her. With each unceasing entry of that youth, her pain-filled groans were released. Her two snowy-white legs were opened, her slender arms had fallen onto the ice-cold slate ground, and her fingernails had long turned blue as they jerkingly tried to grasp at the traces of dirt on the floor. Her jet-black hair tightly covering her exquisite neck and face, so Karl did not notice anything unusual about this woman.
A husband and wife pair who were the most eye-catching, as well as most ridiculed, within that slum. A title earned by them all on account of the two being quite terribly a couple that was the most mismatched!
That woman's body laid on the ground, and with it, was the solid build of a youth was mounting her. With each unceasing entry of that youth, her pain-filled groans were released. Her two snowy-white legs were opened, her slender arms had fallen onto the ice-cold slate ground, and her fingernails had long turned blue as they jerkingly tried to grasp at the traces of dirt on the floor. Her jet-black hair tightly covering her exquisite neck and face, so Karl did not notice anything unusual about this woman.
It turned out this was no woman, but a man. He had a frail snowy white chest and two nipples. Nipples, which because they had been ravaged, now had the hue of ripened pomegranates. But, nonetheless, that skinny body of theirs was undoubtedly that of a man. However, the deep structure between his legs made a person feel... freaky: one that was neither a woman's nor a man's. That place also had a female's secret garden, one with white honey dripping from within, yet standing firmly upright in grandeur was a part belonging absolutely to a male. As under his male organ, there was also a little female cavern, and that white nectar was flowing from this place.
-to be continued
"Even if it were the universe's greatest and most beautiful woman, I still wouldn't be interested!" Karl replied lazily, yet still stood in place without a budging an inch, but that was only because he suddenly felt that woman's moans sounded rather familiar.
At dusk, on a dark Spring evening, it happened. Although the the setting sun, tingeing the clouds in a rosy hue, seemed as if it would end this day with warmth. The wail of a crow in the night, of the goddess brandishing her longs sleeves caused the night to gather the snips of a spring chill.
"Come on, Karl. You'll regret missing out on this one tonight! There won't be any more of such a high quality!" Das's replies were always usually old-fashioned and conceited. It was rare to see his long white face brimming with excitement.
"Hey, Karl! Come, get over here quick!"
Karl finally had a revelation: This was what Kain and Das meant by "high quality". What's more, he wanted to ask "Where'd you guys find such a rare quality good".But at that time, Kain squatted beside the man, brushing away the hair covering his face to expose their delicate, pretty and white face beneath. To see his eyes tightly shut, the lashes on them casting his lids in a faint shadow as his high nose-bridge flared gently with each of his broken breath while his lips slightly parted. If you did not look at his body and simply gazed at his face, you'd believe he was really a man... a quite good looking man at that. But, Karl was instead utterly shocked. Utterly shocked——because he already knew who this "man" was! It was Fritz! It was his non other than his father, Fritz!
Karl's mother was a both a plump and aged married woman. Her current looks seeming as though she had lived past fifty years. It made people wonder if she really had a mother and child relationship with the young Karl, who had just turned fourteen that year. Not only was she an extremely loud and cruel woman, seeing her viciously beat her small and frail husband, practically each day, really made it hard for the others to witness.
This was not their fault, however. As in this place, there were countless complicated and dark corners, and at at almost any given moment, there were robberies, rⓐpes, or fights occurring; especially by those youths who did not receive a proper education. Almost half of them were junior members of criminal organisations of every kind, and as for the women, so long as they were graced with just the slightest hint of beauty, from the age of ten to fifty, they basically all suffered from all kinds of sexual assault at varying levels. After this, those unfortunate women—virtually all of them—choose the same career afterwards, selling their bodies in exchange for a slightly better life, one a step above the usual poverty in which they lived. Then once their looks had all faded, becoming even a more pitiful type of being.
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