The Infernal Grace

"Ack! Dirty water again!"

I complained, looking down at my soaked body, nothing to save my school uniform that had been splashed with a bucket of dirty water from the floor mop. I looked straight out into the hallway where a bunch of boys were happily high-fiving each other. They must have done this to me.

I wasn't just guessing for no reason, but they were the gang that bullied me every day.

Junigo Merski, a brat, but highly respected because of his wealthy parents, who were always the biggest donors to the school I attended. He liked to bully people, including me, but his bullying became even more intense after he caught me doing something he thought deserved ridicule.

No, I didn't steal or rape a woman, I don't like to do that. It's not that I'm law-abiding, but I'm just not interested.

Yes, I'm not interested in women.

"Your body should be clean because of this water, ouch! It stinks! What kind of water did you use to wash this gay slut's body?" Junigo pinched his nose with two fingers to block out the smell.

"Dirty water from the floor mop, didn't you ask for it yourself?"

"Oh! Right! I almost forgot. But of course this water is much cleaner than the dirty body of this dildo-loving gay boy. What are you thinking? A superstar in this school would use your dirty hole? Don't even dream about it! Can you see Jade's face when the news about you spread around this school? Not to mention her, even I was disgusted by you."

Junigo kicked me in the head and left with his gang, leaving me drenched from the dirty water that fell from the trap he set for me.

I'm Jou Porska, an ordinary student who's lucky to go to school just because I'm good at academics. Of course, no one liked me because of that annoying news. I cursed Junigo, who was too curious about my affairs and finally caught me masturbating in the school bathroom, imagining Jade as my sex partner.

Yes, you heard right. Jade is one of the most popular students in this school, she's pretty and rich, but she doesn't care about me and just stares at me disgustedly from a distance. At least that's better.

I don't understand why Junigo is always so mean to me, what's wrong with me being gay? I never bothered him anyway, except when I sighed every night while calling his name in the bedroom. But that's right, it doesn't bother him because he doesn't know.

Stupid, that's the word for me.

You're not wrong, guys, I actually liked Junigo too. I got so excited at the thought of that 6.5 meter tall body trapping me underneath. That blonde hair with that fox-like stare always made me want to sensually bite my lip in front of him. I'm a total bitch and I love it. But unfortunately I had to watch my attitude if I didn't want to get beat up by Junigo.

The school bell rang, signaling that the school day was over. I took my change of clothes out of my bag and changed in the bathroom. I had expected this, because it wouldn't be the first time that I got splashed by Junigo and his gang of friends.

"Ah! Lucky I still have time," I muttered, looking at my watch.

I ran quickly out of the school gate, France was still quite bright as I made my way to the place I wanted to visit today.

A group of people were crowded into a building with many special lights illuminating some objects that were deliberately displayed for many visitors to see.

Yes, I'm going to an art exhibition.

The reason I'm here is because it's the only entertainment I enjoy that I can easily go to. I like art very much, especially paintings. And I'm always interested in any painting, even if it's not as big as a painting that's always put in the corner of a museum room where people rarely look at it.

"Beautiful..."

I looked at a painting displayed in the corner of the museum room, still the same and nothing had changed. I even memorized the layout of this painting without even looking at it.

The painting in front of me was like a replica of my fantasy that came true when a poor man fell in love with two figures he could not reach. An angel who doesn't want to love him because she doesn't want dirty people, and a devil who is too evil and only wants to play with people through human nature that has a sense of love.

Just so you know, this painting is actually the biggest reason I came here, just for this painting, even though I can look at it through the photos I have saved in my cell phone gallery.

"Tsk, damn. This always reminds me of those two," I muttered excitedly.

"Do you like this picture, young man?"

An old man who was a janitor at the museum greeted me, he was often seen but also disappeared suddenly like a mysterious magician.

"Oh right, you must know because I always take the time to stare at this painting."

The grandfather laughed softly and stood beside me as he looked at the painting. "This painting is haunted, many are afraid to look at it. If you are brave enough, you will definitely be rewarded."

I frowned and turned my head. "A gift? What kind of gift do you mean?"

The grandfather just walked away without saying much. "You'll find out later."

Hearing that, I just fell silent, looking at the man's decrepit body slowly moving away towards the crowd of people looking at other artwork. I shrugged and tried not to care.

Then I got busy looking at the painting again. I was always excited when I fantasized about Junigo and Jade, they were too beautiful and I was too gay to deny my love for them.

If I could only enter the world in the painting, I would definitely be the naked man in the painting. Surrounded by Jade, who is the angel there, and Junigo, who is the devil in the painting. Isn't that harmonious? The pictures are very similar and match in analogy.

I was right, wasn't I?

"Hm, I don't know. That's never going to happen," I said, trying to bring myself back to reality.

After feeling quite satisfied looking at the painting, I decided to go home. I had to prepare for a part-time job, an orphan like me couldn't get food if he didn't work.

"Goodbye, beautiful painting, I'll be back..."

As I was about to step away, suddenly my legs seemed to be sucked in by something. It was very strong and I couldn't escape the strong pull. I couldn't see what was happening, but when I opened my mouth to scream, I couldn't hear myself.

I tried to reach for something, but my grip slipped and I was sucked away. Immediately my surroundings faded, nothing was visible, and I realized that I was losing consciousness.

"Am I going to die? It's ridiculous that I died after looking at a painting.