[This novel has been exclusively licensed to another site, so the full text is locked here. Thank you to all my lovely Jinjiang readers who kept me company throughout the writing of this story. The reposted version is on a free platform. Leaving this site... I can only say that perhaps the time has come. Once again, thank you to everyone who left comments and encouraged me. Having you with me has been a joy. May your futures be bright and your lives forever happy. Goodbye.]
The explosion on the docks of Suribachi City gave Osamu Dazai another literary figure with the same name inside him.
The literary figure's ability, Cherry, also successfully gave Dazai a dedicated healer.
But the terrifying side effects sent Dazai veering off his intended path.
Faced with a choice between writing stories and losing their ability to perform in bed, what will the male ability users choose?
The author is a good-for-nothing when it comes to writing blurbs. If you're patient, lovely readers, take a look at Chapter One. I love everyone following the story. Here's a big declaration of love!
Literary version:
You are a red cherry, beautiful on the outside and tart within.
I am a black cherry, dark on the outside and sweet to the taste.
We grew from the same stem,
alike yet different.
Was it fate smiling upon us,
or the devil laughing?
Death, withering, rebirth, becoming one,
our fate was already so hard to make out. Can we finally welcome the laughter and joy we've missed for so long?
A thoughtful little note from the author:
I'm still working hard to understand the meaning behind literary Dazai's works, so please forgive any out-of-character moments.
Theme: What is the meaning of your existence, and mine?
