Oh My Succubus!
Masamune vs the mysterious delivery (1)
Lost in the timeless riddle of whether I made my debut head or legs first, life threw me a curveball in the form of an intriguing delivery. The courier guy, sensing my distraction, thrust a paper and pen my way, nervously requesting my signature.
Delivery man
“Uh mister? You've been staring at this parcel for more than 5 minutes. Would you mind signing this paper and accept this courier?”
However, my attention remained firmly fixed on the colossal 10-foot box parked right outside my door, causing my eyes to widen like a confused fish. Unfazed by the paperwork, I already knew who orchestrated this cosmic joke.
Hanzo Masamune
"No need for paperwork – someone's playing games with me...and I know who."
Masamune, with an air of profound contemplation, threw an unexpected question at the delivery boy.
—He continued without shifting his gaze from the colossal box,
Hanzo Masamune
“Have you seen hell?”
The delivery man, clearly caught off guard, stammered in response.
Delivery man
“Uh... Nope.”
Masamune, heaving a dramatic sigh, pressed on.
He said, then seamlessly transitioned into a more pressing matter.
Hanzo Masamune
“Is it possible for me to return this parcel back?”
The delivery man, surprisingly blunt, shut down the return hopes with a swift "Nope."
Masamune, taking it in stride, responded with a calm "I see."
Just as the delivery man attempted to redirect the conversation toward paperwork, Masamune added a theatrical twist to the encounter.
And thus, Masamune tried to close the door right on the delivery boy's face, leaving a comedic punctuation mark on their unconventional conversation.
Delivery man, quick on his feet, saved himself by cleverly wedging his foot between the door frame.
Delivery man
“Ugh— open it!”
Hanzo Masamune
“NO! The parcel might contain yet another life-threatening weird object sent by my parents! I can't accept it! Please take it away, I beg you!”
As Masamune strained to shut the door forcefully, the delivery man, now desperate, switched tactics.
Delivery man
“I beg you, please take it with you!”
He cried loudly, attempting to tug at Masamune's heartstrings.
Delivery man
“Ever since we received this package, our staff members have been experiencing eerie and unexplainable experiences!”
Delivery man
“Last night, Mr. Gouto lost his breath the moment he touched this parcel! He had already been having nightmares for the past several days!”
Delivery man
“If you don't accept this damned thing, I swear we would —”
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And the next moment, inside the house, there stood Masamune, facing the giant cartoon with a signed paper and pen in hand.
The delivery boy had made a swift exit, not without lending a hand to help Masamune wrestle the colossal thing into his home.
Masamune, possessing a kind heart that outweighed his caution, accepted the parcel despite its ominous reputation.
'Undaunted' in the face of potential danger, he now faced the challenge of dealing with a cartoon that rivaled the size of a family refrigerator.
Masamune vs the mysterious delivery (2)
The delivery boy had made a swift exit, not without lending a hand to help Masamune wrestle the colossal thing into his home.
Masamune, possessing a kind heart that outweighed his caution, accepted the parcel despite its ominous reputation.
'Undaunted' in the face of potential danger, he now faced the challenge of dealing with a cartoon that rivaled the size of a family refrigerator.
Hanzo Masamune
"I circled around the cartoon, searching for any openings or tape, but nope, couldn't find one."
Hanzo Masamune
"Which means that the opening has to be on the top or either I need to cut it open."
Masamune, on the brink of unveiling the contents of yet another peculiar parcel, couldn't help but reflect on the unconventional gifts bestowed upon him by his parents.
Hanzo Masamune
"And before that, an Egyptian mummy that would come to life every night and empty my refrigerator... It was a real drag convincing it to sleep for another century..."
Hanzo Masamune
With a tinge of weariness in his voice, he revealed,
Hanzo Masamune
“I have been storing all the 'gifts' sent by my parents in my storage room for more than a year. I pass no night without hearing terrifying screams and laughter coming from that room... Sigh... and here comes another one. I wonder what is in it this time—”
Masamune took a step back, caught off guard by the clanking noise emanating from the mysterious cartoon. The stage was set for another chapter in Masamune's unpredictable journey with the perplexing gifts from his well-meaning yet mischievous parents.
To open or to not?
Meet Hattori Masamune, a 28-year-old coding wizard navigating the urban jungle of Tokyo. For the past three years, he's been juggling adulthood like a pro, having bid farewell to his family to embark on this solo adventure.
Nestled in his 2BHK fortress, Hattori enjoys the serenity of solo living – no roommates, no girlfriend tales to tell. His coding prowess pays the bills handsomely, affording him a lifestyle that generously supports both his solitude and his globe-trotting parents, who seem to have turned his hard-earned cash into a passport-fueled adventure.
Duty-bound as a child, Hattori embraces the role of parental financier with a quirky grin, proving that even a single coder can code a ticket to his parents' dream vacations. After all, who needs a significant other when your code can make your folks jet-setters?
Hanzo Masamune
"But what I do mind..."
Masamune's eyes fixate on the colossal 10-foot carton looming before him.
Masamune jumps, startled.
Hanzo Masamune
"Gasp! What was that noise? It seems to have come from the box!"
A clattering sound emanates from within, causing him to take a cautious step backward.
Hanzo Masamune
"Is this another one of their peculiar gifts they insist on sending me every month?" Masamune ponders, his mind oscillating between the potential consequences of unveiling the box and the enigma of leaving it untouched.
Hanzo Masamune
"If I open it now... what would happen? Another supernatural entity, perhaps? Or maybe perhaps another supernatural object?"
Hanzo Masamune
"I'd strongly appreciate the latter, considering I'm already grappling with a Mummy and Frankenstein courtesy of my well-meaning parents."
Another mysterious noise resonates from the box.
Hanzo Masamune
"Eek! What should I do—"
Masamune is cut off as, miraculously, Heaven seems to hear Hattori-kun's plea. A phone call interrupts the suspense.
Masamune hastily retrieves his phone from his pocket and reads the caller's name.
Hanzo Masamune
"Huh? Dad!?"
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