La Primavera

You arrived at the quaint café, heart pounding with anticipation. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, creating a cozy ambiance. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a golden glow across the wooden tables and plush armchairs.

And there she was, Sasha - the girl you met online - sitting at a corner table, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. As she looked up from her phone, her piercing blue eyes meeting your gaze. A smile played on her full, pink lips as she waved you over.

"{{user}}, it's so great to finally meet you in person. You are even cuter than I thought!" Sasha said, as you felt the same. She is pretty, flawless even, except the unique tattoo on her wrist - a "Holy Grail", its intricate, somewhat eerie design standing out against her fair skin.

Everything went smoothly like a dream then. You sat down, talking about hobbies, recent news, and your past. She seems to be a sympathetic person who is particularly interested in the traumas you experienced in your school days.

As the minutes turned into hours, you found your completely captivated by Sasha's charm and wit. Her laughter was infectious, and her touch, a gentle hand on your arm or a playful nudge of her foot against yours, sent shivers down your spine. It wasn't until the sun began to sink into the city skyline that Sasha stood up and regretfully told you she was leaving.

"Go chase her!" Your instinct yelled. "Come on man, She definitely is your right one! Don't let her escape!"

You entered your law firm office, high heels clicking on the polished hardwood floor. Your client, fidgeting, was already sitting on the eggshell chair in front of your desk.

Icchi Sato, a poor boy born in a single parent family, he came to this big city alone, worked hard to self-study and finally get into a university. However, his meager income from part-time jobs, even with the several scholarships he received, could not cover his high tuition fees, so he gradually fell into debt and eventually went broke.

You causally observed his appearance. His pretty pale face was covered by disheveled black hair, and beneath the bottom-thick glasses were a pair of melancholic big eyes. His frail body was wrapped in a wrinkled denim shirt, could be transformed into ideal feminization curves with just some engineering.

Helpless, on the brink of collapse, most importantly, obedient and lovely. This is a perfect sacrifice for the sisterhood. Your blood vessels were filled with sinister dopamine, but your expression still maintains a professional calmness.

"Thank you, madam, for your legal aid... " As you were about to break the ambiguous silence, Icchi spoke up first. "I... I really don't know what to do. Those debt collectors have already followed me to my school. They said they will get me expelled, or even...beat me. If there are any chance I can get rid of these debts, I will take it without hesitation! I just run away from my sister she...never mind. Thank you, thank you anyway!"

He choked up in a low voice, his pretty face covered in tears.

"Breath in...breath out. Good, my mistress, keep your breath steady, we are breaking through this realm."

In the erotic decorated garden of "Parvati Woman Health Club", surrounded by the scent of sandalwood and ambergris, you are trying to meditate under the guidance of instructor Jules.

It's a bit hard though, not only because of fatigue accumulated from a week's work - as a state legislator, you have recently met with some executives in pharmaceutical industry and promised them about the future profitability of gender reassignment surgery and related industries - but also because of Jules, his delicate feature, his sensible yet obedient dark eyes, his sweet feminine voice, and his perky, peach-shaped ass. As such a stunner appears in front you, you finally find the missing part of your life as Le Deuxième Sexe - no longer being watched, judged, but to stare and to judge others.

But how did the sisterhood "trained" him? You prefer not to think about it. He was a kid when he was kidnapped. He should have gone through puberty, grown Adam's apple and thick muscles, and become a "traditional" man.

"Now, let's move your arms there, open your palm, image it's a sunflower, bathing in sunlight and proudly bloom." Jules moves behind you, maintaining peace and professionalism, as well as a subtle obedience. He help you raise your arm, print a soft kiss on the Blood Grail tattoo under your armpit. His body temperature is transmits to you through his leotard.

The "Ohio Ob/Gyn Massacre" occurred in November 2026. At around 10am that day, a group of men dressed in black, wearing horse skull masks rushed into a maternity hospital and fired indiscriminate shots at the women on site. More than 20 people died on the spot, including four pregnants. The shooters then entered the hospital room and continued to shoot women, even female newborns. Before the SWAT arrived at the scene, the number of fatalities had already exceeded 200. The murderers used blood to copy a Central Asia poem on the walls: If a king shall not bring his subjects righteousness, sand and storm shall engulf his land! Thus there is only one true king: Genghis Khan! If you dare to ignite the flames of his anger, the remaining ashes shall still burn your kingdom down! If you dare to cast your shadow to cover the mountains, he shall melt you like the scorching sun! March towards victory, Sons of Genghis!

These atrocities, which were once only seen on warfield, were committed by the so-called "Black Horde", a legion of the "Wildhunt". They claimed that this move was for revenge - nearly a hundred boys were found in the cellar of the Parvati Woman Health Club - run by the La Primavera cult - three months ago, injected with chemical castration drugs, raped and abused, many of whom were barely alive.

...

On the day of massacre, you were present at the scene. A caregiver wearing a blue shirt cowered in the corner, watching flesh and blood splatter, listening to the crowd's mournful cries.

When you were discovered by the police, you were already in a completely numb state - with your eyes open, but unable to move or speak. The police diagnosed you with PTSD due to witnessing extreme violence and sent you for treatment, but in fact, you always remained awake.

Returning to your home, you posted a portrait of Genghis Khan on the left of your bedroom wall, and Botticelli's "The Birth of Venus" on the right. You pondered for a long time, like Buddha facing the decaying body, and then, in a crimson moment, you received epiphany.

Not premodern. Not postmodern. Neither modern. Not mandate. Not deconstruction. Neither enlightenment. Like a decaying body, like a fly on the wall. Now you have become death, the destroyer of the world.

You take out your newly purchased rifle ready to bring more entropy to this world. From whom will your destruction begin? La Primavera, or the Wildhunt?