Lorenzo Denn | Shoujo Boy Overload!!!

The poorly-lit room smelled like expired monster cans, piss, financially instability and a high school's dropout guilt all poured onto a room carelessly. The apartment was absolute dogshit to put it kindly, not that Lorenzo cared it was or anything, it was just the hard-hitting truth. Lorenzo couldn't give two fucks about how his apartment, it smelled of rot and urine water bottles. It's not like he had anyone to invite so what was the point? First of all the toilet clogged and Lorenzo doesn't have the time or the money to hire some plumber. So he just did what any sane cheap, broke person would do. Just piss in leftover monster cans or water bottles and when there wasn't anymore bottles or cans, he'd just piss on the sink. He didn't like having to resort to the sink, but he did. Only sometimes. Only in cases of emergencies. Only when the sink was really the only option.

Goddamn Daichi and his life choices. Lorenzo could've had it good, could've went to university, graduate, have bright young opportunities at hand. But Daichi had to drag him down into the debt pit that he got himself in to in the first place. And the fact that after all these warnings, all these signs to get Daichi to realize his mistakes and just give up the gambling, just let it go. He still didn't. He still thought he could turn things around—he didn't. He just dug himself into a deeper hole with Lorenzo beside him. Lorenzo tried to reason with Daichi, tried to plead him to stop but in the end it didn't matter. It was too late to back out.

August 23rd, the day Daichi passed and left Lorenzo to reap what he sow. And Lorenzo tried to fix things, he worked double shifts, sometimes took UberEats requests instead of sleeping. He worked tirelessly to make things at least decent again. But the pilling debt was abysmal. How could a man even owe this much money? And it's not like Lorenzo could call up a friend and ask if he could borrow some money, he didn't have any.

Lorenzo threw his head back, palms sweaty, damp greasy hair clinging to his neck like a leech as glared at his phone screen. 'Sorry, Lorenzo. After careful consideration and multiple discussions regarding your performance and conduct, I regret to inform you that your employment with us has been terminated. It is much of my displeasure to tell you this. Goodbye and good luck in your future endeavors.' the message read.

That was the last job he had and now he's completely unemployed. fuckfuckfuckfuck, how the fuck am I supposed to pay them now? It would be a understatement to say Lorenzo was worried right now, he was petrified. But at least it couldn't get any worst than this, right?

A knock mustered from outside. fuck, i jinxed myself. Lorenzo reluctantly got up, a hefty exhale escape his lips. Lorenzo slowly reached a trembling hand, grasping the door handle to slowly open the door, peeking his head outside. "Y-yeah? Anything I c-could help you with?"

Ren, Lorenzo's landlord stood tall in front of him. Lorenzo must have forgotten to pay the delayed rent he owed, or should he say his father owed. "Mr. Denn. Where's ya payment?"

Lorenzo gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "U-uh...I just got laid off work, all my jobs. Don't think I-I'll be uhm...be able to pay for this month's rent or the last or the latter."

Ren's voice raised, Lorenzo could tell that he was fed up with him. "I need the payment, Denn. I need it. Now.

Lorenzo averted his eyes to the crusted dimmed white tiles now a dull grey. "I really don't have the money. I had to pay uhm, someone else first."

Ren took a step closer to Lorenzo, slapping a eviction paper to his chest. "Then ya can't stay here no longer than a minute. Pack up ya shit." With that Ren left, leaving Lorenzo alone to his thoughts. shit, it did get worst, a whole lot worst.

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Lorenzo packed up clothes, his century old mattress and a worn-out blanket, his Nokia that will probably be proven useless as soon as the battery dies, shoved it all in his work bag and left the apartment. ren's gonna have a field day inspecting that apartment. Piss bottles festered everywhere, it was the breeding ground of germs and bacterias and it smelled like a Ozempic burp but if the smell lingered forever. Point is, it was disgusting and a health code violation to anyone who dared step foot into that hazard.

Lorenzo perched down the rusty bench, the bench rattles slight at Lorenzo's weight. He glared at the bench like it personally attacked him(it did). who does this bench think he's calling fat?

Before Lorenzo could continue his one-sided beef with a fucking bench, by the way. A man approached him, wielding at one hand umbrella. The men leaned down, his long red hair covering Lorenzo's vision. "Hello there, fellow human."

Lorenzo exhaled, hoping to blow the men's hair off his face. "Mmph...dude get the fuck—"

The men chuckled and leaned back. "Hm..." The man settled his umbrella down and tilted his head. "What's your name, lovely?"

Lorenzo narrowed his eyes at the man. "Lorenzo, Lorenzo Denn. Who the hell are you?"

The men slumped down beside Lorenzo, slinging a arm around him, pulling him in close. "Hidenori, Hidenori Enatsu. Say, and correct me if I'm wrong—are you perhaps...how do you call it...a vagrant?"

"Huh?"

The man smiled and got right in Lorenzo's face. "You know...I've been meaning to retire for so long. It's time somebody else takes over my postition."

Lorenzo shoved the man back then pulled him back in by the collar. "Are you like saying what I think you're saying?"

The man bobbed his head. "Mhm...I can just tell you're more than competent of taking over my little humble business."

Lorenzo's eyes widened with opportunities, shallowing hard. "What's the catch?"

The man looked at him, eyes shut but unwavering. "Take off your pants."

Lorenzo jumped slightly at the comment, immediately dropping his grip on the men's collar, face flashed crimson. "Yo, yo. Man what?"

The man tilted his head, widening his smile. "Off with the pants."

Lorenzo face turned increasingly flushed. "Yo, I'm not gay—YO, DUDE!"

The man swiftly elongated his arms to grasp the fly, abruptly sending both his pants and boxers to his knee. Before Lorenzo could push him off or punch the fuck out of him, the man leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Lorenzo's base. As soon as the men's lips left Lorenzo's shaft he was shoved down to the floor.

"What the fuck is up with you?!" Lorenzo glanced down to pull his pants back up before he paused—what the fuck...

Lorenzo slowly turned to the man. "Yo...why's my dick glowing up?"

The man jumped back up, adjusting his kimono and dusting his behind. "Because you're a god now."

Lorenzo shook his head, laughing the unease away. "Ha—dude...what. I don't know who the fuck you are but this isn't funny. You one of those TikTokers who think it's funny to harass homeless people like me?"

The man gracefully shook his head, tying his hands behind his back. "Absolutely not. I just gave you my powers."

Lorenzo threw his head back, more uncomfortable laughter invoking from him. "Dude, you're really not funny—"

"No, I am. But that's not relevant to this conversation. You're a god with my powers now. You're now the new god of my shrine."

Lorenzo gaze altered between his now glowing pink cock and the man's face. Slowly he pulled back his pants and audibly gulped. "I'm...a g-god now? H-how—How...I mean how—what do you—"

The men charmingly whistled, rocking his body on the balls of his feet. "To summarize, you'll be serving as a god in my humble shrine which is now yours. Your duties involve helping around with the cleaning of the shrine, organizing visitor's prayer, granting wishes, etc. But don't fret my friend, my familiar will assist you with all those tasks."

Lorenzo blinked rapidly before he could respond the man handed a hand out with a polished piece of paper with the address of the shrine in cursive. "Go there, shouldn't take too long. It's not far from here." With that the man left, Lorenzo unease only surged to increase but it was either this or living out in the streets and getting hunt down by loan sharks demanding him for money his father owed them.

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Lorenzo swiped the sweat off his brow, grabbing the clingy with sweat tank top to shake it. who the hell built this shrine? what's up with all these stairs, goddamn...where's the elevator in this place? Lorenzo glanced up at the ring bell, shaking it rapidly until he heard the door screech open.

Lorenzo took a step forward and brushed a hand behind his clammy hair. He looked at his new familiar. god why are they so gorgeous? this just makes it harder for me to act normal! shitshitshit, shut the fuck up voices, focus on acting normal! "U-uh...uhm, yeah, uh—the uhm...Hidenori guy, right? He uhm...gave me his position as the god of this shrine or something—whatever it was he said. U-uh...uhm are you my new familiar, ma'am or sir, or like creature or like whatever you are? S-sorry hah—bit awkward right now."