Nymph

Prologue

My hands wander as I clawed around my surrounding, my eyes feel itchy covered with soot and ash. I wander my hands around as I felt a dead human body by my side. As I began to open my eyes I see that I am in a dark space with no light , it seems to be an indentation into the ground caused by some type of disaster. I can vaguely make out dead bodies scattered across and around me. I am alive ! I am still alive ! But my body is covered with soot and ash and I am naked.

Who am I ? How did this happen ? And why am I here ? Ah... I now remember, my name is Nathan Nishimura. I am a famous author, 48 years old and have no family. Usually I would be at home in Osaka writing a novel and sending it to my publisher but this time I was on a trip to America to promote the translation of my book from Japanese to English. I had gotten on a flight from Osaka to Los Angeles but there was a problem with the aeroplane. It seems to be engine problem. The plane seems to have crashed.

However it seems that I alone survived this accident but how did I survive ? And why am I naked and covered in ash and soot. Ah... I better not think too much about it and better move to get out of this burnt hole in the ground. I wonder where I am. Slowly I move my body forward to the area where there appears to be a light coming out from this dark hole.

Did I tell you about my life ? I am a half American and half Japanese man. Surprisingly I have a Japanese father and an American mother. My mother was here with the military forces when they occupied Japan in the 1970s and my father was dealing with the military on a daily basis and fell in love with my mother. It was not easy for them to get married and it was not easy for me to be half Japanese. Usually I would tower over my class mates as I was taller than them and my class mates would ignore me because of my half Japanese blood.

My parents are all dead now, so it doesn't matter. What matters now is to survive ! As I thought of that I crawled in the deep dark hole towards the light. As I moved I can feel my penis flapping in the wind as I was naked covered with ash and soot. I still think back to how I became successful thanks to my boy love and Shota novels. It was thanks to the success of my boy love and Shota novels that I had a good life. There are many readers that like nay love these boy love and Shota novels. In fact my most successful novel was "Immortalis", about a young immortal nymph boy that gets his chrysanthemum (note : chrysanthemum = anal hole) raped on a regular basis. My mouth curled into a smile the moment I thought of the main character of the novel the nymph by the name of Nikita Ong. I really made that main character's life miserable, I mean his immortality comes with him being a virgin for the rest of his life as the moment Nikita Ong's chrysanthemum is torn it would heal right back up again. Instant virginity no matter how many times the main character is raped. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Good times writing this main character. It was also this main character that caused me to go to Los Angeles America to promote the English translated version of "Immortalis", the Japanese novel.

I crawled forward while looking at the light in the darkness. Damn ! I wish there were some clothes lying in the hole in the ground but everything has burnt up. How did I survive ? Well there seems to be an opening to the hole leading outside. When the aeroplane crashed did the aeroplane slam into the ground causing it to be lodged into the ground. Then why am I the only person to survive ?

As I got out of the hole, I smell the fresh air as the wind blows into my face. It is sunny outside and it appears that I am in a desert with a road leading to somewhere. Hey there appears to be broken shards of mirror around. I move my body towards the broken shards of mirror.

"Shit ! Shit ! Shit ! This can't be true !", I shouted out like a mad animal the moment I look into the broken shards of mirror.

It can't be true. Why am I a child. And this child is clearly around twelve years old with blonde hair covered in soot and clear beautiful blue eyes that draws a person's soul in. It can't be, I keep on mumbling this mantra to myself as I try to steady my nerve. I curse gods ! I curse God ! I curse everybody for almost one hour before I settled down on the desert floor to sit in the hot sun. It seems that I did not survive in the aeroplane crash. I am now the main character in my novel Nikita Ong, the beautiful nymph boy that gets his chrysanthemum raped almost all the time in my boy love and Shota novels. As I continue to curse the gods and God, little did I know that something else was happening elsewhere at this moment.

In an empty space where nothing exist, a giant blue baby with black hair was sleeping. As he slept his lips curled up into a smirk as his consciousness looked into the direction of a certain dead author that had reincarnated into his main character of his famous boy love novel Nikita Ong.

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