The Rise of the Masochistic hero 01-02

Chapter 1


         I'd never lived in a village before, and I'd never been woken up by a rooster crowing. Except instead of roosters in this world, it was monsters howling in the morning. Worst alarm clock of my life.
         The wooden shack smelled damp, but at least I'd gotten rid of the mess and put the house in order. Sitting on the mattress, I looked around at the interior of the cabin.
         The rustic design hinted at medieval fantasy, but the electricity and smartphone charging indicated it was two in one. A magical modern world. Miracles!
         To think that I had come to this world only a month ago! I still remember the gruesome scene in the middle of the forest...
         There were bloody bodies everywhere, and my clothes were also covered in blood. No explanation of who those people were. Was there a battle? Were they trying to kill me? However, since I was in someone else's body, my predecessor must be dead after all. However, I have yet to find the clue.
         Then, a month ago, I managed to reach this village, and for a week I lay in bed with a fever. I learned that I was an orphan, and there was no information left about my parents. They lived here under assumed names. Probably hiding from someone. Not the best start for an alien from another world, but at least I have magic.
         The magic of masochism!
         I have yet to discover my abilities, but I have already managed to learn a few tricks. It was only through magic that I was able to pay for shelter and food. In fact, I had barely had breakfast when there was a knock on the door.
- Arthur, are you awake?
         A lovely village woman entered the house. As always, she was wearing only a shirt, buttoned up a couple of buttons. Honestly, I'm sure she tore the rest of the buttons with her huge breasts!
         Marguerite was the village chief in this village, so she collected payments for the rental houses. A very responsible position, and she was only thirty-five! Although, outwardly, she looked so ruddy that she seemed very young. A young country beauty with lush hips ...
         Fixing her long braid, Margarita looked at the table, at my empty plate and raised a small figure in the form of a knight questioningly.
- Awake and ready to work off my food, - I nodded eagerly, clearing the table. - Are we charging only one artifact today?
         Marguerite nodded and placed the figurine on the table. Most of all, the statuette looked like a toy made of plastic. But when I touched it with my finger, the knight's eyes shone faintly.
- You're a pathetic piece of garbage. Trash. You're nothing, Arthur. Do you know that? - Marguerite asked sternly.
         The smile was gone from her face, and she looked at me contemptuously, disdainfully. With a bowed lip, Marguerite spat in my face.
- Am I disgusting, Mistress Marguerite? - I asked, breathing heavily.
- I'm disgusted to even look at you! You disgusting creature! - Marguerite spat in my face again. And then, the statue's eyes shone brighter.
         When I was being humiliated, I collected mana, straight out of thin air. The mana was filling the source in my body, and now, that mana was being redirected into the magic artifact. You could say that I was charging the artifact like a battery.
- I stepped in the mud with my boot, - Marguerite continued, showing me her boots with massive soles and no heels. - Your tongue is fit for me to brush mud off my shoes with!
- Oh, my tongue is so pathetic? - I played along, dropping to my knees.
         She coughed, and I picked up the statue from the table, moving it to the floor near Marguerite's feet.
- Are you sure you need to get dirty? - Marguerite whispered in a completely different tone. - You've just eaten!
- Don't get out of character, - I reminded her sternly, sighing sorrowfully. - Now, you'll have to spit at me again.
- Okay, what can I do... - Coughing, Margarita put her foot on the back of my head, tilting my head to the side, and leaned over and spat in my face. - You vile, wretched creature. I despise you!
- Oh yes, despise me! - I replied, licking Marguerite's shoe with relish.
         It was a real joke. An impossible comedy. In my past life, I was nothing. I was a real loser. However, I had one thing in common. I was a pathological masochist.
         When I died after my accident, the only thing I regretted was never admitting my fetish to anyone. I hid it all my life, fearing the judgment of others, and.... Now I'm in another world where my magic is directly related to humiliation. Masochism empowers me!
- You need to lick faster, you miserable pig, - Marguerite snorted. - My other shoe is even dirtier! Or can't you even clean my shoes, loser?
         With difficulty hiding my arousal, I switched to Margarita's other leg. I was happy, because no one could judge me for my fetish. After all, there is magic in this world, and he who wields magic represents power. Of course Margarita didn't judge me, and she didn't refuse to help me with mana charging, after all I was only casting magic. I'm not a pervert now, that's it!
         When the glow in the statue's eyes became blinding, Marguerite interrupted me, immediately squatting down next to me and brushing the dirt off my face.
- You definitely need to think of something else. Don't you hate being in the mud all the time? Maybe I'd rather be... - blushing slightly, Marguerite stopped.
- What? - I asked, getting up. - Tell me, don't be shy.
- I thought that if I farted in your face, it would be humiliating too, right? - Marguerite asked, averting her gaze. - It should help you with your mana production.
         As I looked at Marguerite's lush thighs again, I imagined the scene, and immediately blurted out:
- We could try it. You want to?
- Next week. You already paid for this one, - the woman reminded me, waving the statue in front of me. - Will you come back later for food? I made a delicious pie!
- I will. Your pies are the best!
         Marguerite gave me a charming smile, and walked out of my house. The humiliation that this wonderful woman had given me energized me with more mana than necessary. Left alone, I raised my hand palm up, and a small ball of energy glowed in the center of my palm. A magical projectile that I had only just learned how to control.
         In fact, I was going to spend the rest of the day practicing, but my plans changed abruptly when I had another visitor. Only I wasn't expecting these people.
         They came in without knocking, kicking the door open. Three muscular fighters in black uniforms with gold trim. Without asking permission, they began to methodically search my house, throwing things around.
- Who are you people? What the hell are you doing!?
         My question was ignored. I hadn't learned how to detect magic potential yet, but I could sense that these three were much stronger than me. I couldn't win this fight. All I could do was complain.
- I'll call the guards. This is private property!
- Private territory, you say? - A mocking female voice came from behind the door. - I don't think you have much respect for that notion yourself, young man.
         The stranger called me a young man, though she seemed to be my age. She seemed no older than twenty-one. All in black, like her servants.
         A mid-knee dress, black tights, and equally black shoes with red soles. The jacket hid her beautiful breasts, and her lips painted with red lipstick stretched in a smile.
- Who are you? - I asked the brunette.
         The stranger artistically portrayed astonishment, covering her mouth with her hand.
- How so? You don't recognize the man you robbed a month ago?
         Robbed? Did I steal something from her? That can't be true. I've never stolen a stale crust of bread in my life! What is she talking about?
- You have me confused with someone else. Leave my house, please!
         Ignoring my request, the woman in black walked through my house. Walked over to the bed, squeamishly examining the bedding. She used magic, an air current, and the bedding flew to the floor. Stepping on it with the dirty sole of her shoe, the woman sat down on my bed and put her foot on her knee.
- We have a problem. Arthur, I think? - The young lady looked back at the servant, and the muscular fighter nodded at her. - I propose to solve the problem without blood. You give back what you stole immediately, and my boys won't beat the crap out of you. A suitable deal?
         The woman continued to smile, but the smile was only on her lips. The woman's eyes glittered with rage. Damn, she truly believes that I stole from her! Is she really going to torture me?




Chapter 2


         This world didn't seem so appealing to me anymore. Everything was fine as long as I learned magic and grew stronger through humiliation and abuse. Torture was never my fetish.
- You can search my entire house, but I swear there is nothing of value here!
- You hid it. Where? - the woman asked angrily. I took a step in her direction, and she waved her hand, sending a stream of air into my chest. - Answer me!
- I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just a country boy. I've lived here all my life!
- Really? - With a scornful glare, the woman was feeding me mana without realizing it.
         Marguerite, as much as I loved her, was not capable of sincere contempt. Hooked on that idea, I continued:
- I'm the most pathetic scum you've ever met. I'm a loser, a poor loser, incapable of serious action. I am very afraid of you, and your men. Please don't hurt me!
         As I continued to play out this scene, I kneeled down in front of the woman, and her gaze became even more contemptuous. Oh how much mana was flowing into my magic source!
- Baroness, there's nothing here, - the servant said briefly.
- I see. Wait outside the door, - she ordered.
- But...
- I said wait outside! - The Baroness shouted. - Do you think I can't handle such a pathetic asshole? - She waved her hand in my direction.
         In my mind, I begged her to spit in my direction, but the Baroness gave me another gift. When the Baroness's guards left the room, she took out a cigarette and lit it. Flicking the ash onto my bed, she pointed a glance at her boot.
- Kiss my feet, and then I'll consider whether to spare you.
         I don't need to be told twice. The mana was already overflowing so much that I was ready for any feats. I might even be able to defend myself against her guards now, but I wouldn't be able to win.
- I can't believe that such a pathetic lowlife could steal from me, - the baroness hissed as I kissed her shoe. - Perhaps I really was mistaken?
- You are certainly mistaken. I didn't steal anything, I swear!
- But the magic trail led me here... Besides, you were seen in the company of a mercenary. Why would he hang out with you if you're not a skilled thief? What do you say?
         The Baroness kicked me in the face, hinting for me to answer. Without looking up, I decided to lie.
- Maybe he was hiring me for a small errand, but I don't remember.... I have very little money, I'll take any job! Would you like me to wash your shoes with my tongue for a couple of copper coins?
- Ugh, you're disgusting!
         Irritated, the Baroness rose from the bed, stepped on my arm, and walked towards the exit. Looking over her shoulder, she muttered.
- I guess we should have started with that mercenary. I've got his magic trace too... Eh, just wasted my time on you.
- I'm sorry for wasting your time. You won't hear from me again! - I shouted back at the Baroness, but this time she smiled slyly.
- Perhaps. But you don't think I'm going to take your word for it and leave you unattended, do you?
         The Baroness left the house, and instead, one of the guards entered my house. A smooth-shaven, muscular jerk with no emotion on his face. Dropping his bag on my bed, he sat down and stared at me with an attentive gaze.
- We won't fit in the same bed, - I hinted. The guard didn't move. - There's an inn here with all the amenities. Across the street! - I waved toward the exit. - A comfortable room with a shower, or a hovel of a guy who snores?
         We both heard the car pull away from my house, and the guard, hesitating, got out of bed. Without saying a word, he just pointed his fingers at his eyes, and then at me. He would be watching, I see.
         Finally alone, I sat down on the floor and stared at one point. Something must be done. As soon as the Baroness finds out that all the people I was with a month ago are dead, she'll be back. And then, I won't be able to convince her that I had nothing to do with the theft.
         My predecessor in this body must have committed a crime. I don't see any other options. But what do I do now?
         Wondering this question, I decided to take a walk around the village. I didn't leave the house too often. The locals didn't like me, especially my peers. The village kids thought I was a weird asshole. Especially after I tried to ask them for information about the world.
         Walking through the wide village square, I came to the road leading to the fields and heard the sounds of battle. I felt the magic. Turning down a path, I came to a secluded clearing in the woods where two young village boys were fighting.
         They were my age, no older than twenty-one. Stripped to their waists, they attacked each other with weak magic, trying to inflict damage. A fight to the first blood, I'd seen it before.
         One of the guys was named Greg, and I'd already had a run-in with him. He resented me staring at his girlfriend Amanda's legs and he was going to beat me. I'm a real sinner here, Amanda's legs are amazing! But then, the fight didn't happen.
- Careful, Greg! - Amanda shouted out excitedly as her boyfriend almost got hit.
         Greg had ice magic and his opponent had earth magic. They threw very small projectiles at each other, but the solid earth easily shattered Greg's ice arrows into shards.
- They are fighting over Amanda? - I asked some guy watching the fight.
- Are you an asshole? - he laughed. - They're getting ready for sectionals.
- Sectionals? For what?
         I wanted to distract myself, so I listened eagerly to the new information. An officer from the Academy of Fundamentals of Magic is coming to our village tomorrow. He will take six gifted from our village, and they will be trained on a preferential program. I was interested, because after the Academy you can find a good job, but unfortunately I have problems with documents. My parents, after their death, didn't leave any documents confirming my name, surname, or at least my age.
- Greg will definitely be the strongest tomorrow, - the guy finished his story.
- I don't think so. He still hasn't thrown a single accurate punch, - I said.
- Are you saying you're MORE ACCURATE!?
         Amanda's squeaky voice confused both fighters, distracting them from the fight. Greg's girlfriend's keen ears picked up our conversation. Damn it, I didn't mean to draw attention...
- Of course not, Amanda. I was just saying that they're going to pick the best tomorrow, and Greg has missed so many times that....
- You asshole! - Amanda shouted, rising from her seat and striding toward me. - You miserable asshole! How dare you open your mouth and insult Greg?
         Besides Amanda's slender legs, I liked her athletic figure and cute, almost doll-like face. So, without much desire, I even began to get aroused by her humiliation. Now I didn't want to stop her anymore.
- Are you saying I'm wrong? I'm pointing out facts, aren't I?
- How's this for a fact?!
         Amanda was gifted, too. Like Greg, she also had ice magic. With a wave of her hand, she sent several thin ice needles in my direction, but I just frowned and a magical barrier materialized in front of my body. With a crack, all the ice needles shattered into tiny shards.
- Not convincing, - I replied with a sneer.
- You asshole... You pig! You bastard!
         Amanda was enraged beyond belief. The ice needles became longer, more dangerous, more precise, but after my session with the Baroness, I was overflowing with mana. Magic as weak as Amanda's couldn't penetrate my defenses.
- Stop bullying her, asshole! - Greg intervened, interrupting the fight. Clenching his fists, he walked toward me.
- Mind you, I was only discussing the fight. I spoke softly. It wasn't my fault that Amanda was eavesdropping, and....
- I WASN'T EAVESDROPPING!
         In that instant, Amanda must have cast the most powerful spell in her arsenal. With a graceful curve, she unleashed a barrage of icy arrows at me. They struck from all sides, trying to find a vulnerable point in my defenses, and I...
         I rested my elbow on my knee and rested my chin in my palm, giving myself the most bored look possible.
- That's enough, Amanda! - Greg shouted, hugging his girlfriend. - Save your mana for tomorrow's tests. I'll fight him myself. You wouldn't turn down a simple duel... at full strength?!
         Well, I really wanted to stretch myself after the helplessness I felt around the Baroness. Besides, the extra training, I was also sparring with an experienced opponent.
         Taking off my shirt, I wrinkled my nose at my chubby belly. Next to Greg, I looked unfortunate, and the onlookers laughed as they looked at me. Especially Amanda.
- Ewww, you're so fat. You're a fat pig, Arthur!
- Oh yes, I am... - winking at her, I stepped into the makeshift arena and asked Greg. - 'Until the first blood?
- Or until I pass out, - Greg smirked. - I have to teach you a lesson, Arthur. Right?
         I barely had time to react when a second barrage of icy needles rained down on me. Only this time, it was Greg, and he was much stronger than Amanda! Just a few seconds, and my barrier was half depleted!
- Isn't this fun anymore? - Greg asked mockingly. With a deft curve of his arm, he threw a particularly powerful ice arrow at me.
         I won't be able to take it for long, so I have to do something. But how can I create attack projectiles if I have to maintain my shield at all times? I need to replenish my mana, and I need it now! But how can I do that in the middle of a battle?
         Glancing at the spectators, I suddenly smirked. I had a stupid idea....



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