I Reincarnated in the Hero’s Former Body and Now I’m Going to Live His Life! - I Reincarnated in the Hero’s Former Body and Now I’m Going to Live His Life! – Chapter 9

A week had passed by in this world, and I had worked every day after school at the shop. As it turned out, Bob managed to just avoid going to jail. He wasn’t just friends with Rick, but also very close with the local sheriff. That sheriff, as it turned out, was his brother. His brother, who happened to have a niece that Bob had hired a year back. Yes, it was the same niece that Rick had molested sexually. Rick had disappeared, and no one had seen him since a week prior. It wasn’t difficult for me to imagine what happened to him. Whatever world you lived in, some people deserved death.

My job had remained secure, and after a week of work, Bob advanced me my first paycheck. It’d usually be delayed a week, but he said that I deserved it. Just by working through the numbers, he was able to call in several outstanding debts and brought more money in that week than he had the previous month, so he was feeling extremely generous. Suffice it to say Skylar also got a raise and remained on at the store.

Most of the time, I handled the stock, moving things from the backroom toward the front room and cleaning. Meanwhile, Skylar’s primary activity was handling the customers. Occasionally, she would call on me to handle a problematic customer. It typically wasn’t situations like with Rick, but more situations where the interests of the customer were too much for Skylar to handle.

“According to the manufacturer, it is not recommended that you shove the eviscerator into your behind. This may cause rectal bleeding and is considered dangerous.”

“Are you sure?” One customer still didn’t seem convinced. “I like my hole being stretched.”

“If it’s pure stretching that you desire, then the ramrod 2000 has the same width but maintains a far more intestine-friendly design. Make sure you’re using an appropriate lubricant tough.”

“Oh, wow. That’ll break me. I’ll take that one then.”

“Then, please, take it to the lady up front and she will check you out properly.”

After the guy successfully bought a massive box that contained a massive phallus and left the shop, Skylar nearly collapsed on the counter.

“Thanks, Aiko. I don’t know how you can keep a straight face talking to people like that.” Skylar spoke shyly. “I-I can get some recommendations for marital aids and stuff, but I can’t handle stuff like that.”

“I’ve grown used to such things.”

She shot me a look, narrowing her eyes. “What could get you used to such a thing?”

“I once knew a demon who enjoyed stuffing his mouth. He ‘d put anyone in his mouth he could, and engorge himself. He took delight in expanding the size of his stomach, and the more distended he was, the happier he became.” I explained. “It turns out that this world has words for such things. I now know that he was just a vore with an inflation fetish.”

“I see…” I looked over to see Skylar white and looking slightly sick.

The demons born from the third generation and on took many shapes and sizes. Some had wings, and some barely resembled humans. A few had even asked me to use my flesh magic to rearrange their appearances into odd monstrosities. Many of those horrifying things were enough to give someone a lifetime of trauma. However, after looking at some of the fetish material that this world produced, I was beginning to just wonder if the demons were all just horny. If they had been born in this world instead, I wondered if they wouldn’t have found peace consuming content like that. It just went to show that there was little fairness in any world.

“What are you planning to do this weekend?” Skylar asked as I went to sign out for the day.

“I’ll be looking to replenish supplies. Now that I have some money, there are many projects I’m interested in starting.”

There was no point in explaining to her the complexities of flesh magic, nor to help her understand my intent to replenish magical power. Over this week, I had learned a lot about this world. I knew that their magical theory was extremely weak, and to the point that many considered it fictional. Witches like my young neighbor were extremely rare and openly mocked. It seemed like in my original world, I existed on the fringe as a demon, and in this world, I would exist on the fringe as a sorcerer. At least I knew enough to keep my mouth shut.

“Oh…” she responded. “I thought, maybe… you’d be going out.”

I cocked my head. “I plan to go out to many places.”

“I mean… like… to have fun.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You mean like to go drinking at a tavern for merriment.”

“Ah! D-drinking… we’re too young to drink though.”

It seemed like in this world, this place of erotica was only allowed for eighteen and older, while to drink, you needed to be twenty-one. This seemed especially ridiculous to me. I had seen thirteen-year-olds fight in armies to the death, yet they wanted to say they weren’t mature enough to drink or engage in sexual relations? Well, it wasn’t like I had any interest in a younger woman. I still had a bit of trauma over the final words the hero said before I died. Yes loli, no touch. I shivered and put it out of my mind. It wasn’t important, I just found the hypocrisy an interesting thing to dwell on.

This body I had taken was only seventeen, but the first thing I planned to do when I got home was finish creating those IDs. They had ended up taking more time than I had originally thought they would. I had mistakenly thought that they would be similar to the magical cards used at the adventurer guilds. I had reasons to create false identities a few times over the years. These cards were far less magical, and far more practical.

In the end, I needed to become skilled at something called photoshop. To finalize it, I had been waiting for something I had ordered in the mail, which arrived today. This item, known as polycarbonate cardstock, should be the final material to accomplish my dark spell. I was a bit eager to go finish this project, which should have only taken me a day, so I finished clocking out and headed to the exit in a haste.

“That won’t be a problem much longer.” I declared as I reached the door to leave. “Why, what do you have happening this weekend?”

I had found that when people asked you questions, it was likely they wished for you to ask them the same questions back.

“I-I don’t have anything. I’m completely free.” She declared, her face turning red.

“I see…” I turned back to her. “In that case, enjoy your free weekend.”

It must be nice to have nothing to do. I found it to be a bit lazy. I turned and stepped out of the shop, letting the ringing door close behind me.

“Eh?” I heard her voice just before the door closed with a thud.

I walked over to my bike and unlocked it. That was right, I had learned to ride a bike. It wasn’t too difficult. It only took me a few hours of practice to get the hang of it. After having my sister and then my mother drive me, I quickly realized being self-sufficient was always preferred. So, I had learned to ride the bike. It wasn’t just a means of transportation, but it was good leg work. I had flesh magic planned for this body eventually, but I needed a certain level of fitness before I could apply these tweaks.

I began to cycle away from the shop, heading home. This would be the last few days that I was free. On Monday, I would need to start going to this place called high school. It was where children were educated in this world. I had gotten one week off thanks to my extremely high fever and accident, but I had been given a bill of good health, not that I needed it from the doctor, and I was approved to return. I had to make of my time what I could before that happened.

I felt the check in my pocket and nodded to myself. This was just the beginning of my plans.

I reached the house rather quickly and immediately headed to my room. Over the last week, my interactions with my sisters had been minimal. Mother spent her week off on the couch relaxing and watching TV, and my sisters often remained in their rooms. It was the same for me. I only came out to use the computer and eat. Thankfully, that seemed to be normal for this family.

I entered Aiko’s bedroom, or I should call it my bedroom now. Like the backroom of the shop, this bedroom had gone through a transformation as well. I had cleaned up the room thoroughly, organizing everything. Anything that’s use I considered frivolous was tossed out, and anything that I didn’t quite understand the use of ended up in a trash bag that I stored in the basement. This had managed to discard almost everything, and I had an empty desk on which I could build my lab.

I opened the package that had arrived earlier today, pulling out a lot of blank cardstock. I then pulled out a printing of two ID cards and got to work. A few hours later, they were complete. I compared them to the ones online and was unable to see a difference. They should pass any ID check also. I had used the ID checker at work to verify my predictions, and I was confident that this ID would hold up to scrutiny.

Once I was done, I let the items sit out overnight to dry. Since I had plans to go shopping, I’d tried to resolve this in the morning. I laid back and went to sleep.

The next morning, I took the IDs and several other bottles and then I headed out. Before I left, I announced that I was heading over to the neighbors.

“Be safe.” That was the only response I got from my mother.

I walked over to the neighbor’s door, the house of Lana, and I knocked. After a few minutes, she answered. As soon as she saw me, her eyes lit up.

“Aiko, what are you doing over here?” She asked, sounding slightly breathy.

She was sweaty, and there were pit stains on her shirt. She had been working out. I nodded in approval. This was good. I knew I had chosen well when I decided to spend time on her.

“Can I come in?” I asked, my eyes examining her body.

“Come in?” Her voice came out somewhat shrill. “Um… I mean… my parents are not home right now.”

“This is preferred.”

I didn’t want to be hassled by other people, and I understood by this point that a fake ID was technically a crime, so it wasn’t the kind of trade-off I wanted to do around people. However, it was the other thing I gave her that I didn’t want to spread around.

“Preferred?” She suddenly looked frightened. “Aiko… wh-wh-what do you want?”

“I told you before that I’d come and give it to you. Now, I’m here. You don’t need to worry. I’ll make it quick.”

Her face turned several shades of red. “A-Aiko… now? We will? Now?”

“You’ve maintained your physical exercise regime? This is good. After I’m done with you, you’ll be rather sore.”

“This is… too fast.”

I cocked my head. “Should I come back later?’

“No!” She reached out and grabbed my arm, although I didn’t move, and then let go just as fast. “I just… I’m a bit… okay… I can do this. I’m ready for this. Come in.”

I nodded, although I didn’t understand why she looked nervous all of a sudden. She took me quickly through her house, and we ended up in her room. She turned back to me, looking uncertain.

“Wh-what now?” She asked, shaking slightly.

“You might want to slip into something more comfortable,” I explained.

Her eyes widened, and then she looked down at herself and let out a cry. “Ah! Y-Yes… I’ll go change immediately. W-wait here!”

She fled the room in a rush. I shrugged, reaching into my coat and pulling out a vial. I had to make do with a lot of ingredients, so I wasn’t completely sure what the weight loss potion would do to her. It was best to wear something comfortable right before an experiment. I do love a good experiment. Wait, did I mention to her what the gift I was giving her was? Oh well, she probably figured it out.