As the day was newly born, "Ah... I hate my life," I whined, stretching a little inside my warm blanket. This was something I said every morning when I woke up. I enjoyed whining like this, and for about 42 years, without exception, I had been whining.
You might ask, "Weren't you whining before 42 years ago?" Of course, yes... I had been whining as long as I could remember. I whined after passing out among the trash cans of a bar in the back alleys of the Supreme World, and when I woke up the next morning and realized one of my kidneys was missing. I also said this when my dear mother enrolled me in a cybernetic security course, and in my first class, I saw a girl I had previously hooked up with. As soon as the girl saw me, she threw her holographic notebook at me and hurled unspeakable insults at me in the middle of the class.
No offense, but I had slept with her mother. To top it off, we had been caught by the daughter while having a very passionate night with her mother. Because of this damned technology, no one ages, so you can't blame me for sleeping with her mother.
I whined when, after eighteen years of training in ballistic long-range weaponry, the escort I visited after three months of abstinence turned out to be bad. I even yelled, "I hate my life!" just as I'm silently shouting now, and worked my butt off, going into turbo mode in bed to get my money's worth, almost breaking my spine. I have a life overflowing with thousands of such examples because I've been living for almost a damned 100 years and haven't matured one bit. I thought I had matured, but... But then I realized that being mature wouldn't do me any good, and I returned to my careless life, one could say.
Thanks to my family's wealth, I became an Enhanced at a very young age. We also had enough money to go cybernetic, but according to the Weisshafen family rule, no other member could become cybernetic until the head of the family died. Holy f***! A rule invented by my ancient uncle, whose white hair on his butt turned into vermicelli hundreds of years ago in his youth, and we've been following this damned rule for over a century.
What I complain about is not being able to go cybernetic; it never was. In fact, there were certain pleasures that came with being Enhanced. What I complain about is my family worshipping useless old rules like a sacred covenant.
Whenever this old-fashioned family encounters a problem, they stop using their brains and immediately take refuge in that old uncle's diaries. Did someone dirty the toilet? Then let's check the old book. Did someone attract the unnecessary attention of the SWR (Supreme World Republic) by not concealing their name while trading weapons? Then let's check the old book. Did someone accidentally shoot their instructor in the shoulder during a hunting course? Then let's check the old book or diary, whatever it is!
They even gave that diary a name: "The Undeniable Dictionary." Look... You can't imagine how much it angers me that my family is still this old-fashioned in the year 2850. Especially my father, who is currently the head of the family—that's exactly what drives me crazy...
Ah... What wouldn't I give for that man to die? Why? First, he's not even my biological father! The damn man has about 100 children and 23 wives. Only a few of them are his biological children... and I am, of course, one of those step-children. By the way, I might want to give you this detail: what a step-child means, you'll best understand in the Weisshafen family.
Second, that man who is my father is a real power freak! The damn man has never allowed any other family member into the spaceship that caused our family to become noble. In fact, one of my older brothers died just because he tried to sneak into that ship. Although my father claimed he wasn't the one who killed my brother, no one but our mothers believed him. What else were they good for besides believing my father, anyway...
That's why most Weisshafen children are either on the verge of suicide, have committed suicide, or have lost their minds too much to commit suicide. Which one of these am I? None... I am the one who preferred to live peacefully outside this family, usually the one who convinces the others to commit suicide.
What was I saying... Ah yes, I was talking about my damned father! That man wants to control everything! Absolutely everything... He watches the mansions, he watches the streets, he watches his own spaceship, he watches everything.
Even when traveling in his spaceship and too tired to watch, he makes his chief helmsman watch that colossal Weisshafen palace and wants to know what everyone is doing, second by second. In fact, my father saw one of my brothers and one of my mothers getting too close, and they both unfortunately dropped dead. Such is the irony of fate!
But don't think this dominant father figure is so dominant and resilient outside the family. Whenever he sees the Weapon Security Agency, he sticks his tongue so far out of his skull to lick the institution's ass that you might mistake him for a chameleon. The large part of our family's wealth comes from this beautiful ass-licking of our father. Otherwise, without our galaxy's rarest spaceship and our political connections, we wouldn't be considered a very qualified family.
As I lay in bed, my head against the pillow, contemplating while staring at the ceiling, my thoughts were abruptly cut short by a woman's wet phrase reaching my ear.
"Sweetie, are you awake?" said the woman named Goma, throwing her leg over my naked body. It was cold... I loved that. That slight discomfort a cold leg left on my body, coming from under the warm blanket. "Or are you back in your ridiculous thoughts?" We had been in the room for a very long time. Weeks? Months... I didn't know how long. I didn't know which day it was without leaving the room where we drank alcohol, had sex, and watched movies. That was the advantage of being Enhanced. As long as you are immortal, time doesn't really matter. That's why Goma knew everything about me, even inside out.
I cuddled up close to the woman while caressing her leg. "Should we do it one more time?" I asked.
The woman opened her eyes, which had long, crocodile-like green pupils. Her eyelashes were longer than most people's mustaches, curving up to her forehead. Her dark pink skin glowed under the dim white light. She approached me with her green eyes and latched onto my lips. My favorite thing about Goma was that her tongue was cut in the middle, making it bifurcated. One of her tongues was inside my mouth while the other was outside, playing with my lips. The woman had strong arms. Muscular arms... A fit body... I felt her powerful self-thrust onto me with her arms.
Being with a strong alien female wasn't just about the good part that her breasts were always firm because they were muscular. Their ability to possess enough strength to set the rhythm of the sex was also perfect.
As a man, all I had to do was make sounds that indicated my masculinity and punch Goma to get excited. When I say punching, I really mean punching. Because Goma wanted it that way. She had even given me boxing gloves a few times to use during intercourse. At least now my hands were free. So, as the woman was sitting on top of me, I was able to put my hands on her hips.
"No tail, handsome..." Goma said. Because usually, when I put my hand there, I also grabbed the woman's tail, and Goma was quite bothered by that. But I won't lie... Running my hand over that furry tail was just as exciting as touching her hips.
"Hey..." said Velsil, who was lying on my other side. The light blue-skinned woman threw off the blanket on her. Velsil was a different alien. For her, physical pleasures came through the antennae on top of her head. As long as I caressed those antennae, Velsil would be ecstatic, no matter where or in what position she was. "...don't start without me?"
"You come here too, silly!" I said, throwing my hand onto Velsil's antennae. My touching Velsil's antennae and her screaming happened simultaneously.
See, that's why I didn't want to go cybernetic. I knew cybernetics derived ridiculous pleasures from implants, but being Enhanced meant only your vital organs were robotic. As someone who had been using his penis for about half a century, I was happy to live with my penis. This primitive pleasure; maybe it was something most people couldn't have but I did. This was a badge of honor to be carried!
Velsil reached for the nightstand next to the bed and brought a glass of whiskey. I couldn't really say I lived comfortably without alcohol. As I poured the whiskey into my mouth, Velsil was trembling violently because I was stroking her antennae. That's why I could feel the whiskey dripping from the corner of my mouth.
Goma, on the other hand, had now taken control; she was bouncing on me so powerfully that everything on the bed was bouncing. In fact, she suddenly hit my lap so hard that the glass in Velsil's hand flew off. Velsil anxiously grabbed the glass from the bed and put it back on the nightstand. She was trying to wipe the spilled whiskey with the blanket. Velsil was always like this, nervous. As Goma was bouncing on me, I roared, "I love my life!" which made Velsil even more nervous.
"Then be harder!" Goma shouted. This meant punch her. I balled up my left hand and drove it into the woman's stomach. My Enhanced body was quite strong, so I had to regulate my power when punching. "Harder! Hit my face! My face!" I gave her another punch to the nose. Her nose was bleeding, but she was getting more pleasure from this situation. She was even blinded by pleasure. "Even harder!"
"You have one important message!" said the answering machine in the corner of the room. It was a miracle that I could hear this sound amidst all the noise.
"I'll check it later!" I shouted, but the answering machine kept talking.
"The message comes from the Galactic Environmental Protection and Resource Management Agency. Galactic Ecosystem Inspector Lucius Varden requests an immediate consultation with you."
"What?" I suddenly shouted. As I spoke, Goma was still bouncing me, so my saliva got caught in my throat. I tried to sit up while Goma was bouncing on me, but I couldn't. The woman's strength was constantly forcing me back down. "Immediate consultation? Goma, honey! Could you stop for a second?" That was Goma's bad side. Once she got hyped up, she wouldn't stop. In fact, she misunderstood the question, "Could you stop?" and got even more excited.
"Ahaha... You're exactly how I want you, Weisshafen! No! I won't stop!"
"Stop! I can't talk!"
"Yes! Don't talk! Just beat me up!"
"Should the connection be established?" the answering machine asked. I wanted to object by saying no, but I couldn't even breathe because of the consecutive hip strikes to my abdomen. I tried to push Goma away. I punched Goma, but it was no use... Goma wouldn't get off me in any way. In fact, she saw every movement of mine as part of the game.
I tried to speak. I coughed, saliva stuck in my throat. I had never tried to talk while having such furious sex before. I was almost choking! I pointed the answering machine to Velsil with my hand. Velsil nodded as if she understood and went to the answering machine. As I signaled "Please" with my hand, Velsil nodded as if to say "Okay" and pressed a button.
"Lord Aldoux Weisshafen... We need to speak with you urgently," said the hologram that burst out of the answering machine. Then, Lucius Varden, understanding the situation unfolding in the room, was struck speechless, frozen. As I waved my hand at the hologram, saying hello, the hologram looked at me with a frown. "This does not seem like an appropriate environment for conversation!" I knew very well that what he really wanted to say was, 'F*** your work!'
Instead of closing the connection, Velsil had opened the answering machine. Goma slowed down when she saw the hologram. Velsil, in a panic, was waving her arms to appear sincere to the man, causing her breasts to swing. The man looked at Velsil, and then disgustedly at her breasts.
"I apologize, Lord Varden! It's just a misunderstanding..." I shouted at the Hologram.
The last thing I heard was Lucius fiercely pressing the button, saying, "Damn nobles!"
He had pressed it so hard that Velsil looked at me with tear-filled, watery eyes, saying, "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry..." It was going to take hours to stop her crying.