The world suddenly went into chaos and humans were forced to serve transcendental beings.
What others called deities.
And I'm one of those humans.
But... I chose the wrong Goddess or did I?
Back on Earth, where the apocalypse didn't happen yet. I was nothing but a worthless and pathetic man.
An orphan kid who's bullied because of my stupidity.
I admit, I wasn't intelligent. Nor was I special.
My teacher once told me, "You won't achieve anything with this kind of life you're living, Will."
And that hit me harder than anything because I know it's true.
Until now, I still remember that.
When the apocalypse happened, I only felt relieved instead of fear.
A relief that this cursed life was about to end.
Then the deities interfered.
Giving us a chance to live and become their slave.
I wasn't intending to choose anyone.
I just want to end this pathetic life but I'm still scared of dying.
"W-What should I do?" I panicked inwardly when I was asked and chose the worst possible choice.
I have been a coward since I was a child.
Constantly chasing validation.
I was heavily bullied when I started studying.
My build was smaller than any man and was often teased for being soft.
My appearance is average and the most important thing a man should have; in that aspect mine is also lacking.
My routine when I'm still studying was getting beat up in the bathroom by the school bullies every end of the class.
SNAP—
A camera light flashed, capturing my completely naked body.
They laughed, both girls and boys that bullied me.
"HOLY SHIT!!!" one exclaimed in amusement.
"Just look at his dick HAHAHAHAHA it's smaller than my pinky finger!" One man said, kicking my balls.
I crouched down, feeling the unbearable pain gushing inside my whole body.
"I-I'm sorry..." Instead of getting mad, I apologize instead.
One girl squatted down and lowered herself on me. "What's your sorry about?"
She didn't ask that to comfort me. I knew it damn well!
She was always calling me in her apartment after school and made me eat her up everyday. Peeing on my face and making me swallow it.
So I know, she didn't ask that to comfort me.
"I-I'm so sorry for having a small dick.." I cried.
The humiliation and the twisted satisfaction of being showered by their attention was way too confusing for me.
When we're alone, that girl would say "I love you" in the most warm way. "You know I'm only doing this for your own good. I don't like others to have you." Is what she always tells me.
And I believed that with all my heart. That validation becomes my everything. My life.
And later on, I married her.
She became my wife that cheated on me and I became her cuckold husband.
I constantly watched my wife getting banged by other guys.
She said, "This is your fault for having a small dick." while I was cleaning the cum of other guys in her pussy.
I didn't complain as I was praised whenever I satisfied her.
I lived for her validation.
"Oh my~ I'm pregnant again~" she said.
But I knew it wasn't mine.
"I... I..." She shot me an eye, I immediately cowered. "Nothing..."
I kept a blind eye to it.
No, I was used to this.
All our two children weren't mine and I knew it.
I hugged her. "I love you."
I really love my wife, she's the only person that showed me kindness and appreciated me.
I turned a blind eye to everything.
And this.... made me develop a twisted kink.
I only get off if I see my wife getting fucked.
"Hnghhh!!~ ahhh... Y-You like this? You like to see me getting fucked, right?" She moaned, but by another man's touch.
I immediately nodded.
The way others can make her moan like that... It was intoxicating.
Because I know, I'll never make her that satisfied.
I clenched my fist until blood dripped out of it but my body jolted and I cummed.
Watching her pregnant belly bounce while she was fucked both holes.... It was attractive.
I was hurt inside but my body and brain liked it.
That's when I realized.
I was trained. I was manipulated to become like this.
Everything she did was to have someone accept her twisted nature, still love her and stay with her.
And that guy... is me.
But when I realized it, it was already far too late for me.
I can never get back out of this.
This became the new me.
A guy who takes pleasure from watching his wife cheat on him.
Getting happy when she gets pregnant with a child that's not my own.
And cleaning every mess that other guys left on her body.
"You're still so sweet honey." I said, burying my face into her cum-filled holes.
I became her cleaner, not her husband.
The way her ass and pussy gape from multiple guys turned me on.
I wanted to punch myself for being like this.
But... I liked it.
I don't want to be saved. This is where I belong.