Note
1. Before you start reading, just a heads up—my writing isn't top notch, not even middle notch. I wrote it myself, tried cleaning it up with AI here and there, but it's still far from perfect. At the very least, though, you should be able to understand wtf is going on.
2. There's only one genderbend in this story, and that's Sirzechs. Since Sirzechs is female here, Grayfia is single but still remains in her peerage as Queen, and for Millicas he is Rias and Sirzechs younger brother.
3. The wife arc will come in later. The pacing at the start might feel a bit slow, so just keep that in mind.
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The streets of Osaka glistened under the faint glow of neon signs, their vibrant hues reflected in the puddles left by the evening rain. The air was thick with the mingling scents of fried street food and the earthy aroma of rain-drenched pavement.
The street wasn't as bustling as usual due to the rain, but the vendors still had a few loyal customers enjoying their drinks and food along with bunny girls dancing around.
Among them was a lone salaryman, dressed in a slightly damp black suit. Walking back home after a hard day's work.
His name was Sho Yamato—a 27-year-old man with no father, no mother. An orphan who grew up in an orphanage but never got the chance to be adopted and left the orphanage at the age of 18 to start his own individual life like a main character.
He had many plans, like everyone else—going to university, graduating with lots of friends, and finding a girlfriend whom he would marry after getting a job and starting a family.
But reality fucked him hard. As he was alone, he had no money except for the money he earned from part-time jobs to sustain his rent and food. As for university, its fees were handled by government programs.
So, other students used to avoid him, as they didn't want a burden whom they needed to carry around while partying and going out, which also required money.
Even Sho himself felt awkward at times as he put his hand into his pockets to find only some coins and paper clips, and slowly started to vanish from his classmates gatherings, which gradually made him a loner.
When it came to getting a girlfriend, Sho had zero luck. As it's a universal truth, to get a girlfriend, a man either needs to be jade beauty or have lots of money, and Sho lacked in both, with an average, gloomy look and empty pockets.
Supremacy of Money...
As if his life wasn't already fucked enough, Sho received yet another hard back shot. It was supposed to be just another a normal day as he returned home from work.
He lived in a rented apartment, his modest room situated on the third floor. But that night, for reasons unknown, the entire building was plunged into darkness. The power was out, and to make matters worse, his smartphone had run out of battery. With no other option, he was forced to climb the stairs in pitch blackness.
Who could have thought that this day could be etched in his life forever? One wrong step _ that's all it took. His foot slipped, and BAM! His dick hit the stair's edge like a meaty speedbump. Pain exploded through his crotch as he slid down, his balls getting a free drag race on the concrete.
(」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣＜ AAAHH MY JEWELS!!!
The impact was excruciating, a searing pain that stole his breath and left him paralyzed in shock. His painful scream echoed through the building, rousing the neighbors from their quiet night routines.
Alarmed by the commotion, they rushed to his aid and immediately transported him to the hospital. There, the doctor delivered a news that could shattered any Male species world: the injury had been so severe that his penis was beyond saving. The only option was to cut it off.
But how could any man, fully grown and in his prime, consent to such a thing? The very thought was unbearable. Sho immediately refused, declaring he would rather die than lose that part of himself. Yet the doctor, knowing the gravity of the situation, acted swiftly. Like a seasoned ninja he gave a sedative without warning. Sho slipped into unconsciousness, unaware that the decision had been made for him.
When sho finally awoke, the horrifying truth hit him like a freight train. His "little brother" was gone. The grief and fury overwhelmed him, and in a fit of uncontrollable rage, he launched himself at the doctor, raining down a barrage of punches. The outburst was enough to get him arrested, his anger eclipsing any sense of reason.
Fortunately, once the authorities learned of his circumstances, they showed compassion. Sho was released after the doctor explained that the procedure had been a medical necessity-a desperate act to save his life. Still, the emotional scars ran deep. Sho was sent to a psychiatrist for a month of counseling to help him cope with the trauma, though no amount of therapy could truly erase the sense of loss.
Be safe..take care of your little jewel..
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Back to present.
Sho was walking through the street, stealing quick glances at the bunny girl on the sidewalks, who was inviting him with seductive poses—arching her hips, shaking her juggs, and making cute expressions
The bunny girls 'come here daddy'
'Fuck this life. Why is this the only street that leads to my home?' Bitterness curled in Sho's chest as he thought.
As if his life wasn't hard enough already. Now the world itself wanted to rub salt on his wound. And he couldn't even change his home. His eyes fell in sadness as he moved forward, carrying an office bag and some beer cans tucked under his arms.
Suddenly, a man with long hair collided with Sho, causing the beer cans to slip from his arms.
"My bad," the long-haired man said, scooping up the cans. "Those bunny girls, man… kinda distracting, y'know?" He chuckled, rubbing his neck like a guilty teenager.
Is that even an excuse? Sho thought, glancing at the bunny girls. I guess that excuse has some serious backing.
"Here, young man—your beer. And sorry for ruining one of your cans."
Sho snapped out of his thoughts and took the cans. "You can have the drink. By the time I reach home, it might lose its taste anyway."
As Sho walked away, the long-haired man looked down at the beer can, then back at Sho.
"Such a kind young man... but what a pity—he can't even enjoy the simple joys of life," he murmured with a knowing smile. He turned the can in his hand thoughtfully.
"Even though it's just a beer, I guess it's enough for a little gift."Pulling out his cellphone, he dialed a number.
"Hello? I have a new target for you."
That was all he said, his eyes following Sho's moving figure. A knowing smile tugged at his lips as he stroked his long beard.
"Well, it's time to get back to hanging on the cross."
Swoosh.... he vanished into thin air.
Just Then—**SCREECH! BAM!**—a white truck plowed into sho, painting the wall with his insides. Beer cans rolled through the blood like they were part of the show.
Blood seeped beneath the tires, pooling around a bag and beer cans soaking in the red.
People started to crowd around the accident scene. Suddenly, a man with thick spectacles dropped to his knees, crying out, "Why him?! It should've been me! I pay my taxes, I binge anime, I even saved a cat once! Where's my Truck-kun?!"
He wept like a man who had just lost his entire fortune gambling.
The people around him sighed.
"Another otaku," someone muttered.
"Hey, there's no driver inside!" a bystander muttered, looking in.
Meanwhile, Sho was still conscious. He could hear the sounds around him, but his vision was growing blurry.
'Finally... I'm dying. I hope I'm reborn as a Black man with a huge dick in my next life,' Sho prayed.
Why a Black man?
It began with a video-one of those eye-openers that make you realize just how absurdly vast the world really is. And there it was: a dick bigger than his phone. The kicker? That was just average for them and sho dreamed of having one.
Sho didn't feel sad as his life as fading. In fact, he felt strangely happy, a faint smile forming on his face. In his mind, he had already died the day he lost his sword—everything since then had been the movements of a soulless body just going through the motions.
Truth be told, he could've ended himself a long time ago. But the only thing that held him back was fear—fear that he might fail and survive with only more pain and injuries.
Considering his situation now, Sho felt undeniably relieved. Someone had finally ended his cursed life for him.
The light in Sho's eyes dimmed, slowly fading away. But his smile... it never left.