1 Chosen Human Summon

Bang!

A girl's feet hit against a boy's face, intending to hurt him, followed by the crowd's taunts and laughter. 

"You're an ugly piece of garbage! You dare touch me with your filthy hands, Damon!" Fanya, the girl Damon admitted his love to, shouted in his face. 

Damon cupped his aching cheek as tears streamed down his face. It was the first time he confessed to a girl he liked for years after gathering enough courage, but the result destroyed him.

"I can't believe a fat pig like you has the guts to confess! It's hilarious!" Hara, Fayha's friend, exclaimed and flicked her hair. 

"Hey pig, don't ever think you'll get a girlfriend with that look, hahaha!" Fayha snickered before throwing the confession letter into Damon's face and leaving the scene.

The students around mocked and sneered at Damon while throwing indirect insults in his way. Their eyes showed disgust at Damon's physical appearance as they left and returned to their classrooms.

'I don't deserve this,' Damon thought, clenching his fists tightly. He knew he was a total loser and a nobody in their school, like a background character in every movie that no one was interested in, but he didn't expect to be humiliated that way. 

Damon stood in shame and made himself smaller. Walking in the hallway, he heard the onlookers' murmurs and laughter. Returning to his classroom took a lot of bravery, but as he entered, the teacher's words completely obliterated him.

"Oi, Damon, girls like Fayha are out of your league. It would help if you gave up finding someone to pick you as their man," The male teacher said, throwing a chalk in Damon's direction. 

Damon was hit in the forehead, and because of his size, he lost his footing and fell to the floor. All his classmates laughed at him, and some tossed items in his path. 

"S-stop!" Damon muttered while protecting his face. It was hard for him to stand due to his weight, and he had no choice but to wait until they were satisfied. 

Damon's body was aching from the impacts, but he ignored it. The emotional pain he felt was more unbearable for him. His mind was a mess, and had no face to show in public. He decided it wasn't worth staying in his class any longer.

After grabbing his bag, Damon ran out of his classroom in tears while hearing his classmates' insults. The school guard didn't even stop him from leaving before dismissal. 

"Why do I have to suffer like this!? Why!?" Damon yelled while running but tripped on his own foot. The people around looked at him as if he was crazy and didn't offer any help. 

At the same time, the clear sky vanished, and grey clouds appeared. Little droplets started pouring down until they became heavy. People ran to take shelter and opened their umbrellas, but no one showed kindness to Damon, who was still lying on the ground. 

"God, do you hate me that much?" Damon whispered, letting himself get soaked. He was delighted the rain hid the tears and escaped another humiliation from the masses. 

Damon forced himself on his feet and started walking. His eyes were hazy and empty from the void he felt. He didn't even bother bringing his bag with him. 

Thunders erupted loudly after several minutes, but Damon didn't care even when it hit one of the posts nearby. 

At that time, Damon wanted to forget what had happened and move on, but Fayha had been his crush since they were little. She was his first love, and her rejection affected him.

When Damon arrived home, he was greeted by an empty house. Her parents divorced a year ago, and he lived with his mother, who worked until midnight. 

Damon went straight into his room and looked at the mirror, gazing at his reflection. His hands touched his cheeks, belly and arms, feeling the fat under his skin. 

"Maybe I deserve this humiliation. Fayha will never want someone like me," Damon muttered softly. He felt pathetic when he removed his shirt and saw his physique, but that sadness turned into anger. He fisted his arms and punched the mirror to pieces. 

Damon hated himself. 

"Ah! This is bullshit! Why am I so affected by a mere girl? Who needs real-life girls anyway!?" Damon shouted before removing all his clothes, except his briefs and flopped in front of his computer. His glasses reflected the R-18 tabs he searched through his screen.

"Fayha's beauty is only a 2/10 compared to these girls! Ha! What a slut!" Damon exclaimed. He slammed his fist on the table while searching for X-rated videos online. He was unsatisfied until he saw a woman similar to Fayha's features. 

Damon clicked the video, and it started playing loudly through his headphones. His attention focused on the woman and her moans, which made his c0ck hard. 

"For sure, you're doing something like this, Fayha! You might even have ten boyfriends ravaging you at the same time!" Damon shouted to vent his wrath. He pulled down his brief and started fapping himself.

Damon fapped for ten minutes, but he softened. No matter how much he tried to hate Fayha, he loved her and couldn't treat her like a slut he could take pleasure in. 

"AH! What's wrong with me!?" Damon grasped his hair and pulled the strands. He wanted to feel physical pain instead of wrecking his heart to pieces. 

Tears slowly dropped into Damon's thighs, and he felt sorry for himself. He only wanted to be loved, but it was the hardest thing he could get. He cried for five minutes straight before wiping his tears away.

"Ah! I don't have time to mourn for myself," Damon muttered, looking at the picture frame on the side. It was Damon and his mother, smiling brightly. 

"I'm sorry for being a disappointment, Mother," Damon whispered and turned the picture frame away from him before playing another X-rated video. 

Damon continued fapping and c^mming from multiple videos to distract himself until his balls gave out. He came for the last time and watched his d1ck soften like a baby. 

"Ah, shit! That's painful," Damon groaned bitterly. His eyes remained closed due to how tired he was after c^mming so much. He relaxed on his chair and was about to fall asleep when a high-pitched voice screamed beside him.

"Ew! You spurted at me!" 

A girl in black fitted clothes that only covered her private parts was drenched of c^m with bloodstains. She took a handful of Damon's milk and showed it to him. 

"Can you pass the tissue, please," the girl stated with a disgusted look, but her eyes were squinting in desire. 

*Blink Blink Blink*

Damon was dumbfounded and couldn't find words to say. He rubbed his eyes to ensure he wasn't hallucinating, but the girl was still there.

"Hello, I need some tissue!" the girl rolled her eyes in annoyance that Damon was taking so long.

"Ah… Yes," Damon muttered and gave the tissue to the girl. His hands shook at the thought of a stranger inside his room. He looked around for a possible escape route if the girl planned to kill him. 

"You've made a lot of mess," The girl stated, wiping and cleaning herself freely. 

At the same time, Damon slowly got up from his chair while glancing at the door. He wanted to call for help but didn't want to risk his life by haste actions. 

"You can scream. It's alright," The girl stated mockingly and threw the dirty tissues toward Damon. 

"Ah!!! Burglar!!!" Damon shouted and grabbed the nearest object, which was his headphones. He threw it toward the girl as defence and used the time to escape, but before he could move. The moans from the X-rated video played loudly.

"…"

"Eh, interesting," The girl smirked and was amused by Damon's embarrassment.

"Oh, no!" Damon went back and hurriedly paused the video. He looked at the girl and saw her holding his headphones with a lopsided smile. 

"You're so rude. This kind of beauty is a waste to be a criminal," The girl stated and sneered as she felt insulted. 

"Who are you? Why are you here? How did you enter my room!?" Damon bombarded the girl with multiple questions while slowly taking a few steps toward the door. 

Damon found the girl cute, and it was his first time having someone in his room, but her attire threw him off. 

"Too many questions!" The girl shouted and covered her ears. 

'This girl is a lunatic!' Damon thought before dashing toward the door. His hand was an inch from the knob before the girl yanked his body backwards. 

Even though Damon was huge, the girl quickly dragged him back and threw him on the bed.

"Ah! Don't kill me!" Damon cried out and covered his face. He didn't want to die young, even if he felt pathetic about his life. 

"Why would I kill you? I'm not here for that!" The girl rolled her eyes and started kicking Damon on his stomach. 

Damon's eyes widened as he recalled the memories of Fayha kicking him. He curled himself into a little ball and cried from the heartache. 

"Please leave, or I will call the Police," Damon whispered while wiping his tears secretly, but the girl knew. 

"Alright, don't cry anymore. It will be best if you're thankful that I'm here to guide you to your next life," The girl stated and patted Damon's head.

The simple gesture of affection made Damon curious about the girl. He looked up and saw her smiling. 

"What do you mean by that?" Damon asked and sat up. He wanted to hear more about what she said. 

"I am your Guardian Devil, Maya," The girl introduced herself. A pair of bat wings appeared on her back, and she floated in the air.

Damon opened his mouth, but no words were spoken. Instead of being amazed or frightened, he laughed and laid back in bed. 

"Ah, I thought this is real. What a terrible dream I have," Damon muttered before closing his eyes. He believed Maya in the first half until he saw the wings. 

Maya, on the other hand, was burning with rage. Her body shook when Damon dismissed her like nothing. A huge hammer appeared in her right hand, and wielded it toward Damon's stomach. 

"Ack!" Damon puked and glanced at Maya with fear. He scooted back with his arms raised in surrender. 

The impact brought pain and made Damon nearly pass out, indicating that it wasn't a dream. 

"Let me repeat myself. I am Maya, a Guardian Devil of the Goddess of Love. You're chosen as a human summon after c^mming for the 40th time, dear Damon."