"Young Master Askin! Please calm down!"
My eyelids flutter open, and I flick my gaze to the face above mine. It's a feminine petite face, eyes glistening in worry, hands pushing slightly on my chest. Our eyes meet for a split second, before hers change to one of delight, a wide grin spreading. A tear drop lands on my forehead.
Before I know, my mouth, sharp as ever, begins running.
"Hey…aren't you just a maid? How dare you weep on me?"
'I suppose it's true the new Soul influences the body after reincarnation. This is a start!' I smile inwardly. Perhaps this world won't be all that harsh, with my knowledge about isekais.
The girl blinks rapidly, her grin disappearing even. Then, she giggles, covering her mouth with a dainty fist.
Let me explain.
I'm not so dumb not to realize that I'm misunderstanding something here. Either she's really influential, or I'm without status.
Hopefully, it's likely to be the first. If I'm just an ordinary, then this world would be much worse. I don't really know what to expect, but I'd like to begin with a notable identity.
She called me young master though. That way, we both still wield a bit of importance.
"Fool. She's the Healer who's been by your bedside day and night since the past month."
Oh really? Starting with a romance cliché, are we? Well, I won't mind. From my viewpoint, the healer has a cute face, bouncy chest and good natural body scent.
The last one's a bit of my spec. I have my reasons.
I tilt my head toward the new bossy voice. Even without seeing the speaker, I have a feeling I'll hate her guts. The disgust in her tone really stood out.
A girl stands in the doorway, hands on hips, eyes glaring at me with so much extreme feelings lurking within that I begin to feel endangered.
Surprisingly, she's really cute too. Petite, generous chest and dainty hands and feet. I turn back to the healer. They're twins!
Yeah, solar opposite twins aren't exactly hard to find in fiction.
"You'll apologize to her. You demeaned her honor by uttering those words with those thankless lips of yours!"
I look at her blankly for a while, then a smile tug at the end of my lips. I've watched and read about numerous MCs that encounter girls like this, and how they handle them. Thing is, love interests with people like this shouldn't even be imagined.
They're potential yandere seedlings. And I think we all agree that I've seen enough of yandere.
Still smiling, I sit up, with some help from the healer. I feel her soft hands caress my sinewy back, under the guise of support. But I don't mind. Ignoring her twin's glare, I glance around the room.
It's a bare one. The bed I'm on, stands at the middle against the wall, left from the door. There's a bedside table, littered with bottles that reek of healing potions (just my guess) and a few mopping towels. A torch hangs from a bracket near the door. There's a lantern under the table too. Apart from that, nothing else.
It seem like I've been thrashing around for a while. The bedspread is disarranged as though two male felines in heat had just fought here. I suppose that's why the healer had been so anxious.
I swing my legs off the bed without warning, and plant them on the ground. I feel slight throbbing as my joints protest, but it's nothing I can't handle. The healer scooted away slightly when I suddenly moved, eyes determinedly fixed at her feet, face red.
She found out that I've been aware all along. I stifle a snigger and sit still, clenching and twisting different joints to assert their working conditions.
'Can't believe I got a waifu on my first day here,' I think happily, before something sours it later, 'What if it's one of Kamirn's ploys?'
I lay my elbows on my thighs, slip my fingers into each other, and rest my jaw on them. I stare at the opposite wall, unseeing.
Kamirn sent me here, as some sort of penance for my crimes against a certain hopeless author. Now, he'd expect me to just go about living my new life, accepting anything that happens as some fate I can't change.
Too bad for him, I've read a lot of isekai novels to be discouraged. You might say reality is different from fantasy, but do remember that this world is someone's fantasy too.
I will fight against this fate, and return to my punishment. I have no use for a boring life. Regardless of all, I've accepted my death, and have no such desire to go on living.
You might call me lunatic, but pardon me, it's just my way of thinking.
I might as well surrender and allow myself to die by Kamirn's hand too, but then my Ego won't let me. I've already sworn to prove him wrong.
I can't just stay calm and give up, while some stark fool thinks he's in charge of my life, and twirls me around like a puppet.
I don't believe in any gods, so I can't be defeated by a particularly inferior one who has no real aspects. So, I'm going to fight back. And I would win.
I may not seem like it, but I'm very bad at giving up whenever I've sworn to achieve something.
Here's an instance; I swore to sleep with every female at my office, including my boss. Forget about how it turned out: the point is that I can't give up.
And there's the system.
Kamirn had promised me a system, but he also warned that it would come with a few bonus tragedies. Even without it, I would still be wary.
After all, in all dealings with gods, there's always a catch.
Meanwhile, as much as I know, Kamirn wants me to suffer, by trying to kill me. It might seem illogical, but the god actually did his homework. I'm impressed a bit.
He'd seen my past and knows I'll do anything for a paradise with Lin and the others. So watching me strive against his odds serves as entertainment and also a penance to me.
The system will guide me through, just like it's supposed to be, but also militate me in between. I'm not really sure about that, but I know it's going to make my sojourn much worse than it should.
Well, I'd wait for him to make the first move. He'd called me a chess pawn, but slowly, I'll grow into an official, till I'd deviate from the board and make him a piece instead.
Perhaps, at the end of all this, I might take Kamirn to hell with me. True enough, gods don't die, but then, all things are possible with God.
Yeah, I believe in him now.
And there's this thing I've just realized too; i don't remember this ever happening in the novel!
As per procedure, i read the first ten chapters. the opening scene is on a battlefield surrounded by dead enemies and not a room with a waifu and yandere seedling.
Now, I'm deadsure this is Kamirn's doing. he'd already begun.
"Well, Kamirn," I sigh aloud, raising my head, "I look forward to your challenge."
"Kamirn?" an inquisitive voice repeat right next to my ear, startling me. Save for my composure, I would have fallen off the bed. I back away, and turn to see the healer leaning in, eyes widened with curiosity.
"Don't mind," I wave the matter off casually. Her exuberance fell faster than my hand did, her eyes drooping. She hunched away, hands curled in front of her like a child who'd been refused candy.
I disregard her entirely, masking my thoughts with a polite blank expression.
'Maybe I should try something here...let's see how devious Kamirn's 'agents' can be...'
i turn to the healer again. she's really pretty, i'd say that.
Either I'd have to prepare a burnt offering to Lady Aurora or this is just Kamirn been presumptuous.
He may have thoughts, that due to my past life experience, a woman could be a part of my undoing. but it is not so anymore.
Perhaps, if I'd died in a different manner, I might have retained my soft spot.
'He said he would use only events and distant characters, not key characters... I don't really trust him to keep his word anyways,' I reason carefully.
One of the greatest mistakes one can ever make in a war is hoping that your opponent won't resort to extreme measures just to win. There are no rules in War.
I brace myself inwardly, my gaze darting to the other twin who still stood akimbo at the door, forming an eclipse against the light. She watches us, her eyes narrowing at my thoughts which mirrored my current actions.
I lean in, far closer than what could be called comfortable, and cup the healer's jaw with my slender fingers, my eyes glittering with intention. My lips moved closer to hers.
The healer's cheeks flashed from peach, to rosy then to beet red. I can feel her body heat and shuddering increase exponentially. But she didn't fall back, which would be a good thing if I had any serious intentions. She pouted out her lips, eyes tightly shut in expectation.
'What a virgin,' I almost laugh aloud. Only god tier virgins pout for a kiss.
I blow breath lightly at the nape of her neck, one hand slipping around her clothed waist, the other reaching beneath the folds of her knee length gown. I flick my gaze sideways to the door.
'Just how much longer are you going to watch, sister?'
I'm merely trying to check a fact. Most solar opposite sisters don't get along well, so this situation is best to test their relationship.
I lean in closer than her lips, and arrive at her ear. At this point, my hands are both idle. Hasty, angry footsteps begins approaching me.
I smile again, proceeding to whisper.
"Don't let yourself so loosely to a guy on the first day…you're lucky I'm not that kind of guy."
A hand grip my shoulder, clamping harder than a vice. I expected to lose feelings in that arm at once, but nothing happens. I just sit up, retracting my hands. The healer opens her eyes, hands clutching side of face, hiding the ever present tinge which refused to recede.
Her eyes meet mine again, melting with innocence and the pain of an unmet expectation.
'Wait… she actually expected me to do it? We're just meeting today! Now, this feels like a Kamirn trap... Too bad I can't fall for girls anymore.'
Ps: for the umpteenth time, I'm not gay.
Her sister gives up, letting go of my shoulder. Her eyes remain hunched and angry as she pull her sister away from my side. I notice that I don't even need to flex my shoulder. My smile linger, no longer due to what just happened but with exhilaration.
'Good thing…at least I got a really trained body… but her grip's something else, she could snap my spinal cord with a mere pinch...' I let out a relieved sigh. At least, my path's been made a tad easier.
My face falls almost immediately. For some reason, I feel like this perfect body would be my undoing. I don't really know what to expect from a psychopath god.
I need to tread carefully. I shouldn't celebrate for any little thing whatsoever. Kamirn would be watching surely, so to him, a celebration calls for more tragic events. And I'd love to avoid them as much as possible.
Well, that's that.
I look up to see the two sisters standing in front of me. The rude one is pulling the healer away, but she doesn't budge. She stands firmly, but keeps her face down.
I think she wants to ask me something, unrelated to what just happened, but I'm sure she doesn't know how to start. I don't know what she has in mind, so I can't even give out a prompt.
The other sister turns to me, eyes still sparking, lips clicking distastefully. "What have you done to my sister?!" she snarled, voice heavy with hatred, edged with excessive disgust, grabbing me by the collar of my sweatshirt. However, she can't even break my upright posture with all her dragging around.
I don't smile, like I know I should've. "I don't think I'd allow such animalistic contempt to be directed towards me," I warn, unmoving. As you might guess, I'm tired of playing a foreign character.
Time to get down to business.
"So full of yourself, aren't you?" she asked, still straining in vain. I can now hear her panting under her breath.
"You haven't even told me your names," I remark, and then with a sudden thrust, grab her arm tightly. She lets go immediately, and begins to tap my hand rapidly in surrender.
Her hand turns white, as my grip cut off blood circulation to that arm entirely.
She whimpers, but still keeps it under her breath, maintaining that brave front.
But I still hear it. Seems like I also have heightened senses too.
This is bad.
"She's Ray, and the other one's Rain. I'm Raldkin, Rald for short," a loud voice boomed from the door, not laced with anger or warning, but submissiveness, and peace. "Hope you'll leave my sisters now?"
I turn to the door, releasing the one the newcomer had called Ray. She fell to the ground limply, clutching her arm.
Someone stood at the door, blazing off some princely aura.
He blocked out most of the light entering the room, so I have a pretty good view of his physique but can't identify his shadowy features well. I walk towards him, not even sparing a glance for the girl writhing on the floor.
Rain watched me walk away, her lips trembling. She doesn't even haste to help her sister, but watched me with admiration glinting in her eyes.
"I knew it," her trembling hands touched her jaw where I'd touched her, caressing it tenderly. "He's truly a Guy."