"Life is like a penis. Simple, soft, hanging freely...then women make it hard. But if something else makes it hard. Remember that, if there is a hole there is a goal." - Master Ooway 

Chapter 8: A deal

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Summary of the story so far:

James, a talented engineer, scarify himself to save crews inside a submarine. He dies and encounters God.

God reincarnated him into another complex world within a novel called "Amusing Beings" with a computer inside his head (it has excel, Microsoft Word, CAD, design software, etc.). This notable novel is composed for academic study for humanities university students, covering subjects of history, economics, and politics. God wishes to revise the novel and sends Gurus to alter the story for the better.

The first son born into a noble Count family is Gurus (James). His father, Coson, married the Tourhan family with two women who are clever sisters. This is due to the matriarchy society's cultured gender ratio of 10:13 male to female. His mother, Margarete, and her sister, Tassia, live together. Tassia has a daughter, Genmei, who is older than Gurus. 

Gurus portray himself as a prodigy at birth to avoid being married off to an unknown woman. Due to tradition in this world, where males are regarded more like females on Earth.

Additionally, Gurus has been having a strange dreams of Me, Myself, and Ai. They are different versions of James on Earth.

In this world, biological growth is more exponential and has magic. At three years old, Gurus proves himself to be a valuable accountant for his family's agricultural estate. He improves business transaction efficiency with a modern accounting system and method of bookkeeping. 

He then reinvented graphite pencils and rubber.

These improvements within the Tourhans estate caught the attention of Duchess Caitline, who is a highly influential noble just below the empress. Caitlin's charming daughter, Nazli Singha, investigates the inventor of the pencil and the innovative method of accounting that has been protected by Gurus’ mother and fond father.

After finding out that Gurus is a genius who is behind the source of advancement within the Tourhans region, Nazli sets out to confront him and reach his family mansion when no one is at home besides faithful servants. Then, she discovered him sleeping inside his garden workshop...

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Location: Unknown

3rd perspective

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"James. Hey!", a lighthearted punch hits James’ arm. James’ head sprang up and his bleary eyes widened. Jerking his head, he recognizes a familiar face.

James furrows his brow, and his body froze. He stares perplexedly at the middle-aged Indian man.

"Dude, are you alright? Losing sleep again?" Another light jab strikes James' arm.

"No, I... you." Kiran…how?” James was lost for words; thoughts accelerated before he found himself tearing up.

"I’m fine."

He twists the other way, but it’s too late. Kiran tilts his head in confusion.

"You ain’t the only one. It’s a big day after all.” James feels a light stroke on the back as he dries his eyes. It looks like he is behind a stage.

There are other well-known faces around here. They are all properly dressed in appropriate suits and formal uniforms. Loudspeakers can be instantly heard. Someone is giving a speech.

"Coal, oil, solar, wind, and nuclear power all support us well, but ultimately not enough...". The host speaks with enthusiasm. James listens keenly while carefully looking at the social surroundings. People socialize softly among a compact group of roughly 25 people.

Some fidget as if awaiting something significant.

Others are doing a last-minute check on their appearance. But all are jolly and bear a pleasant smile on their eager faces.

On the contrary, just seeing these happy faces is too much for his sorrowful heart to bear.His breathing grew shallower. His head lowers. His fists get tighter. His eyes shake faster.

"Now, we welcome the team at A-Fusion."

The crown roars and applauds. Kiran gestures at James to head on stage on the emotional stage along with their fellow researchers and engineers, who are moving ahead.

James reluctantly follows. The acute stage shimmering in harsh light feels surreal as he progresses on. Strangely, each of his steps echos loudly.

Everything goes as expected like every cliched ceremony. The elected leader gave a speech. The crowd claps.

Prominent people heartily congratulated one another on the remarkable success of the nuclear fusion project as James stood on the lucrative sideline. Almost invisible among the crows at the after-party.

Witnessing the surreal events, his eye drop down at his hands wearily. James chuckled gleefully when he counted a total of thirteen nimble fingers.

Dream. This is a bit cruel.

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Location: Gurus’ garden of discovery

3rd perspective

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Gurus’ shrewd eyes opened and his head shot up. He grips his sore chest with a panicked throbbing heart. Cold sweat runs down his forehead and some mixes with his tears. It allegedly takes a moment for him to reassure himself.

Without conceiving it, Gurus' sudden body movements dropped a coarse blanket that was enveloping him. He breathes as if the devil was chasing him, inspects the dingy room before he gently closes his dull eyes and lets out a foul breath of relief. However, peace didn’t last long.

"Nightmare?". Gurus fling his head and rotated his body towards the soothing voice. A young lady in her early teens sits on a wooden chair. Her legs cross, with Gurus’ papers in her capable hands.

Gurus’ cautious eyes stare at her bewitching, but predatory, crimson vertical slit pupils. She adorns casual attire befitting a noble male of Earth. Gurus understood that the fashion of this world was gender-reversed.

Females wear more practical clothing instead of dresses. Rather, girly fashion-like dresses and gowns are rarely present in this world. Thankfully, Gurus didn’t have to scarcely wear a shabby dress.

Lady and gentlemen wear male base clothing due to matriarchy culture, imbalance of gender ratio and female strength is comparable to a male.

Her cunning eyes seem to gaze into his soul and convey an unusual feeling of attraction to him. In reaction to the abnormal sensation, Gurus’ minds race. 

A young girl. I’m a grown man, not a pedophile…probably. Lust for little girl is out of question. Upright and mature woman is my kind.  

Gurus try assuring himself.

Facial appearance-wise, she is undoubtedly enchanting. Her unique expression contains pride, dignity, and intelligence like a true aristocrat, not easy to replicate by a youthful face.

Not possible.

Facing this unknown feeling, Gurus’ mind clicks to deal with the uncertainty.

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‘Code red’ it is.

Only for a fraction of a second, the messy workshop falls dead silence upon their staring contest. She can examine his heart beating questionably. Gurus’ instinct senses an odd ominous aura from her and calls for a hostile response.

Screw it.

To her obliviousness, Gurus’ face contorts disgustingly as if he sees a demon themselves. His feet cross awkwardly and stumble immediately, his arms swing backward forcefully as if he is trying to regain balance.

Consequently, it knocks over many of the equipment on his table. His sore back aggressively pushes the table.

Glass shatters. Metal clashes. Rocks cracks. Equipment breaks. Flimsy papers flew and poaching liquid spews.

Gurus spin his sunken eyes and clench his teeth. To annul the great act, Gurus brace himself for a tragic fall onto the shambling mess behind him. It will for sure injures him slightly with some scratch and perhaps bruise. Yet, it is enough to blame.

But the terrible fall never came.

A short rush of raging wind blows up the disordered room. Papers, leaves, and dusk disperse and bloom. Instead of screaming in agony on the floor, Gurus discerns something gently wraps around and support his waist. His right arm is being pulled forward as a hand grip its wrist.

“Now, ain’t you a bit clumsy?”

Staring down at him is those crimson cat-like ruby eyes. Some of her white silvery hair flow down her likewise pale face and onto Gurus' cheeks and frail shoulders.

Close. Perhaps too close for Gurus' comfort. But, on the other hand, it is not close enough for Nazli, even though Gurus can scarcely feel her cool breath. As she wrests his waist closer, their belly further press against each other.

Snapping out of his daze, Gurus wiggles his critical body frantically like he is being strangled by an Anaconda (large snake).

“What the hell! Let me go!” Gurus struggle as he desperately tries to wrench her mighty arms off him.

“Not until I can be certain you won’t hurt yourself.”

She jerks Gurus’ arm forward more in response to his strains. He naturally notices a smirk on her eager face. While Nazli's eyes wander down to his delicate exposed neck. Her nimble tongue thoughtfully rubs her gleaming fangs as if sharpening them. Saliva builds up in her mouth, but she reluctantly swallows it.

Not yet. Not yet…

Distracted, Gurus discovers an opportunity and slip his right arm out of her iron grip through strengthening. Right away, he pushes intensely against her shoulders and breaks free from her.

<water> + <freeze> + <form> = <ice spear> 

Gurus jumped back a few meters. Gripping it with both hands, he directs it at the rising Nazli. Unfazed, she bows gracefully like a dancer at the end of their performance.

“My name is Na…”

“OUT. I don’t care. Haven’t you had enough of destroying this place already?!”

Nazli pause and looks around. Indeed, it is worse than before. Her sudden insane acceleration causes an uproar within this room. Books lie on the ground. Dusk is airborne. Papers scatter all over. Many things are broken. The whole room is a tantrum.

“If it weren’t for your reckless…”

“Did you know how long all these took me to build?!” He cuts her off. It’s best to not know her personal identity, otherwise, he can’t excuse her for being an ignorant child. Nazli disregards his questions.

“Am I at fault for appearing out of nowhere or are you overreacting? Are drugs producers to blame or the people that demand it?”

“Both and neither I blame life and society for it. Now, out.”

Nazli heard his direct answer and chuckled. Gurus gaze confusingly.

“You think this is a joke.”

“Yeah, your performance was great. Shame it has to be me that you try it on. Oh, I’m Nazli Singha by the way.”

Nazli approaches as Gurus steps back. His icicle spear still points at her, but it is basically useless. In an instant, Nazli closes the gap and crush the half spear with her crushing grip. She snatches Gurus' right arm and pummels him against the dull wall. Sandwich between a wall and a lady with monstrous strength, Gurus' minds scarcely understood the dreadful plight of the dire situation.

“Playtime is over. Drop your act Gurus Tourhan”. Her other hands caress his chin, elevating it up a bit. She is slightly higher than Gurus.

Once against, their face is close. Nazli's grip is firmer than before. Her sleek body pressed against him faintly.

Nazli's lips curve up her rosy cheeks. Her venomous fangs can be naturally seen.

In a last-ditch effort, Gurus heats his body up to high degrees. Nazli furrow curiously, before it clicks.

“Don’t even try to mana overuse yourself”. She justly thinks he intends to knock himself out.

“Otherwise I may play with your body while you are out this time.” She closes in and whispers in his alert ear playfully.

What’s wrong with kids these days.

Gurus shudder and gradually ease his mana circulation. Perhaps his mild panic didn’t allow him to think it through. He sighs as his pretentious frightened face relaxes.

“I yield. I yield. Can you let go now?”

“But to play with me like that, I can’t simply forgive you.” She smirks again.

“Quit it. I will treat you to some food. Minus you intruding this place and started this mess. We are even.”

Gurus pinch her sensitive waist side. Nazli flinch and let out a yelp. Her secure grip loosens but didn’t let go. He looks at her questionably as she regains her apparent composure and rubbing waist.

“Just in case you won’t run, I will keep a hold on you. We have a deal.”  

 

Thanks for waiting. It will be busy for me in the coming weeks. So at best, 1 chapter/week. 

I made a discord server since there are a good number of people who do want join surprisingly. I will finalise it by the next chapter and then you can jump on there. 

You may find the writing quality drop slightly. I try very hard to not dumping information and trust my readers to interpret meaning behind characters behaviours and actions on their own. But if you don't understand something, questions me in the comments and I will explain. 

Like aways, shit on my writing in comments please. 

Unfortunately, I couldn't get Nazli image here so wait until discord comes out to see. 

It has been sometime so I wrote a summary for a quick refresher. In any-case, thank you for all of your support so far, enjoy reading and have a good day. 

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