Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea-Chapter 12 Welcome Back

?But since I saw no chance of that happening or even a method of recovering the former Prince Wyatt's memories, I didn't see any use in hiding it.

"Tell them that their captain had a little accident during the fight which made him lose some of his memories. So they shouldn't be surprised no matter the number of strange things strange I do as it's all part of my sudden amnesia" I said.

"Okay, captain" Mad John said, making his way through the door and shutting it close.

I would have cared to put in a little more effort in maintaining his past self, but since there was no bother to show me how or point out the flaws which I needed to maintain, I abandoned such an idea.

Besides, it would be difficult and stressful to maintain and adopt another person's image and character, but I didn't like the taste of not being myself, hiding in another person's skin.

And I am sure that Prince Wyatt and I are two different people with different views and opinions about the world we live in.

His was a world with a high fantasy setting, one with infinite possibilities where the only thing finite was the limit of one's imagination.

While mine..... 𝙛𝑟𝑒e𝘸𝑒𝗯𝘯𝗼𝘃el.𝒄𝒐m

If I said that it was the devil's playground, would I be wrong?

I chuckled, wondering if the reason for my biased judgement was due to the prospect of having to cope and live as a man with a disfigured crotch.

If I was still back on earth with such a thought, I would have called it annoying since my thoughts didn't exactly free me from the world but only gave me several minutes of ecstasy-filled imagination on how I envisioned a better world would look.

If a person thinks that cutting away a man's genitalia might free him from the sexual and carnal pleasures of life, then there were foolish.

They were absolute self-centred fools who think that the same formula of freeing one's self from the depravity of the flesh would work for every single human on earth.

Just thinking about the number of self-help books I had to waste my money on just to achieve the so-called nirvana since I no longer could express and was neither held down by one of humanity's deadliest desires

Yet, somehow I always found myself staring at explicit content, waiting. Hoping. Praying for something to rise.

Sure, I could keep on living as though nothing ever happened,

I did all the could in life so that I could enjoy the comfort and satisfaction it could offer.

But what was the point of it?

Even with all the money in the world I couldn't ever build a family or feel the warmth of the opposite sex. And as a man, you either desire one or both of those things and money was only a means to an end to get it.

And when you think about it, there is a reason why sex sells more than any other thing.

Still, losing one single organ was all it took to crush my ambition and turn me into a salacious demon trapped in a caged body.

Hah!!! Crush. Do you get it?

At that point on, my ambitions to keep on living died.

'Sigh!! I don't even want to think about it" I said to myself as I thought about all the things Mad John had told me.

In the 'World of Tharcania,' there are Human, demi-humans, demons, strange magical beings and lastly beasts.

Each race has its continent which is divided by the ocean. And although they are thousands of miles apart from each other, that didn't stop some of them from coming together -meaning that there are several towns, cities and even empires with mixed populations of races.

I would have kept on going through the details, but there was one thing that amazed me the most.

And that was the concept of ascendants and their ranks.

Beings with unfathomable power and abilities far beyond normal understanding and reason.

Sigh!! Why wasn't he born in this world for the first time?

If he did, he was sure that he would have achieved wonders if presented with the chance.

Though there was no need to think about that, because he was here now, with a brand new body and ambition that was ready and willing to fulfil all he once thought was a dream.

Sure, pleasure has always been the downfall of emperors and kings.

But like the rest, I didn't care or bother to refute such a sentence.

Because I would rather fall with my spear standing tall and strong than fall knowing that it would never rise again.

Everyone has their preference, but I would rather enjoy the carnal pleasures of the body before I disappear before I die or descend into oblivion.

So….

Men hide your wives.

Brothers hide your sisters.

Mothers hide yourselves and your daughters.

I said screaming at the top of my mind as my words were only heard by me while my mouth remained mute.

I chuckled.

I wondered if it was too early for such a proclamation.

One's true face cannot remain hidden under a mask for long, and I was sure that mine wouldn't.

Wait a minute!!!

I looked down below my belt as I felt a scorching heat brewing from under my pants.

No, it can't be. It wouldn't. I never thought….

My words hung in my mouth as I looked at the huge tent forming around my pelvic area.

It has risen.

After all these years, I could finally feel my blood pumping through my spear as it stood proudly, restricted by my pants as though informing me of its presence.

Announcing to me that finally, it was back.

I shed a tear.

And without further ado, I opened the zippers, freeing it from its cage as I gazed at it in its glory and splendour.

Holy shit!! It was even bigger than my former one.

Stretching my hands towards it, I touched it, closed my eyes and slowly drifted into nirvana.

If someone entered my room now, they would see me conducting an indecent activity that was morally questionable.

But I didn't care.

I didn't care because it took all I had not to run to the top of the ship and scream at the top of my lungs saying.

Freedom.

At last, nirvana was finally within my reach. I had achieved delight and fulfilment.

And slowly, my mind drifted along with my body, forgetting whatever it was that I was thinking beforehand.

Sure someone would say that nobody was free. That everyone was trapped in a cage of one desire or the other.

And were they right? Yes.

But did I care? No.

Because to me, all that mattered was that I felt free.

And even if I wasn't, even if I was trapped.

It wouldn't even matter because I already knew what my prison was and what it was that gave me freedom.

It was something that made me a man when I had it.

And turned me into a carnal beast when I had lost it.

Pleasure.....

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