"No! Please!"
I pleaded with them in front of the gate, but...
"If you don't leave here in the next few seconds... I won't care anymore if you're my son or not. Get out of here while I'm still giving you some dignity!"
All I received was my father's cold voice. His look of pure contempt...
"Mother! Please!"
I turned my pleas to the only one who had treated me well all these years, but it wasn't much different.
"I'm sorry, dear... I still had some hope in you, but unfortunately I've never heard of anyone waking up after fifteen. You're useless now... What a pity. I wasted my precious time on something useless all these years."
... I felt unparalleled pain at his words. Time seemed to pass slowly, while my breath became labored with the ever-increasing tightness in my chest.
I felt nauseous watching them walk away while the servants threw my things into the street.
The last thing I saw of the mansion was its door closing and my older sister, along with my younger sister, laughing with contempt and superiority from the window.
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This shit again...
The same nightmare that has tormented me for these three years.
I haven't had a single day off from it...
At least now it was ignorable.
... I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I stood up with a yawn. The sun had barely appeared when I looked out the window...
Another day of work to barely survive.
Yeah. Since I was kicked out, it's been downhill.
From grandson of one of humanity's twelve heroes to a simple employee...
The hospital bathrooms awaited me for another exhausting day, cleaning up other people's shit.
At least the smell has become bearable over time...
I thought I'd never have this daily drama three years ago.
... Shitty family. Not even to give prior notice of eviction.
I would have stolen some things from the house and sold them if I had known. That way I wouldn't have to shower every three days to save money...
Ah, how I wanted to resent those sons of bitches, but even resentment is reserved for the strong.
Weaklings like me have to survive first to then feel something like that. What a shitty world...
Yeah. There's nothing to be done.
I brushed my teeth quickly while shrugging at the thought...
And just as I was getting ready for my hearty breakfast—bread with butter and a small coffee—I heard someone knocking on the door, much to my morning irritation.
Even so, I went to open the door...
"Mr. Miguel Ivanovic?"
"... Yes. What is it about?"
I nodded, surprised. I expected anything but a man bigger than me, in a suit and holding a briefcase so early in the morning.
For a moment, I felt my heart sink, expecting more trouble...
After all, my last name was addressed to me.
How long has it been since they used my last name when calling me? I think since childhood...
But, contrary to my expectations, the man spoke:
"Don't be afraid. I only came to deliver your share of your grandfather's inheritance at his request. Unfortunately, he passed away last week. My condolences, boy..."
I froze at the news.
... Grandpa?
Grandpa died?!
How did I not know about this?
I felt my stomach sink as my breathing quickened.
It had been years since I'd seen him, but there was no way I couldn't be affected by the news.
The old man was the only one who protected me before he got sick and couldn't do it anymore...
What?
I brought my hand to my face, surprised again. I didn't even realize I was crying before seeing the wet floor, noticing something.
This pain...
It hurt more than the day I was kicked out.
I leaned against the wall, not knowing what to do, trying to absorb it, but it was no use.
My chest ached, but...
"You really are a good grandson. Just like he said."
I felt the man's hand caressing my hair, noticing my pain.
"... It turned out you were the only one who cried for my old friend, just like he said. Don't blame yourself... His death hasn't been announced yet, and I was prevented from speaking to you by your family until they took everything from your grandfather."
My mind froze for a few moments, absorbing what he said...
And for the first time in a long time...
I felt anger.
My heart burned.
The pain turning into a cold, silent rage.
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In the end, I managed to calm down after some time.
Now we were sitting on my bed.
... What a shame. I didn't even have a table for my grandfather's friend to sit at.
"Don't worry, boy... I've been to worse places. Now let's get down to business. What did your grandfather leave you?"
"... What is it?"
I swallowed hard as I asked. Despite the pain, I wouldn't lie that I wasn't anxious and expectant about what it was...
But as if reading my thoughts, the man shook his head apologetically.
"Unfortunately, it's not money, boy. Everything of value was taken; what I have here is something personal of his."
"Ah... Yes."
I couldn't help but feel disappointed...
"Now, fortunately for you. It's something much better than money... Your grandfather didn't have anything either. In the beginning, he was just like you, and here's the secret to his strength. It's all yours."
Without further ado, the man left with a slight wave, while I was still paralyzed by the revelation...
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Ah, screw work today.
When I regained my senses, the first thing I realized was how late I'd been, but it didn't matter.
I'd figure it out later; it would be crazy to be fired for a single day, especially with the staff shortage, so I didn't worry. Anyway, I picked up the briefcase.
It was light...
What could it be?
I felt like a child again as I carefully opened it, anxious about what was inside.
What made my grandfather so strong?
And when I finally opened it, I found...
A book.
... I blinked slowly, my mouth open.
Of course, not out of disappointment that it was a book, but because of the cover...
What the hell is this?
I couldn't believe what I was seeing for a while.
But it really was that.
What the hell is this, Grandpa?
Why is there such a well-done and detailed representation of a butt... With the owner spreading her ass and pussy with her hands?
Simply because, old man?
Did I get your heroism wrong all this time?
There were so many questions, but simply no answers, no matter how much I stared with half-closed eyes.
But as if that wasn't enough. There was also a note in the briefcase.
You've got to be kidding me...
[Cum on the cover and you'll see, my dear grandson.]
Hahaha.
What a tasteless joke, old man.
You go years without seeing your grandson, and you come up with this nonsense?
And that's not even the biggest problem. How does a salaried employee have enough energy early in the morning to cum?
... I don't even have any incentive besides this shitty cover.
Ah, leaving this as an inheritance isn't cool at all, you bastard.
If only I had a cell phone to watch some porn, I could still try to remember it, old man. There's no way I can refuse your last request like that...
Use your imagination, then?
I picked up the book again, taking a deep breath, getting into the mood. Little by little, I began to feel excited, imagining the hospital receptionist and the chief surgeon replacing the woman on the cover.
It didn't take long for the image of their bodies to take effect on my friend.
Their breathing.
The smooth, hypnotic movement of their bodies.
The clothes they wore.
Their serious and arrogant expressions.
Their voices.
... I thought about everything carefully and tenderly while destroying the image of the two...
Leaving only two whores with lascivious expressions, while I made them lick the floor. Stepping on their faces, once arrogant, but now grateful for it.
Two pigs trained by me. A really disgusting fantasy I had, but their daily arrogance fueled it...
How good it would be to make them mine. Bitches.
As I delved deeper into the thought, it didn't take long to reach climax. Cumming on the little ass on the cover...
Thinking how good it would be to see those whores opening their asses wide open in front of their husbands, but I couldn't dwell on that for long.
An absurd pain pulled me out of the post-climax, catching me by surprise for the third time that morning.
I screamed!
Nothing came out.
My arm holding the book felt like it was on fire.
But, ironically, what was on fire was the book. Its ashes entering my arm and passing through my veins!
I bit my tongue, enduring the pain, while I writhed on the bed.
What was happening?!
My whole body burned. The sensation lasted for the next few minutes, until I fell breathless to the floor.
Almost not noticing the message in front of me...
[Welcome back, Markus... Error... Correcting.] Welcome, heir of Markus Ivanovic.
[System restarting.]
Before I fainted.