

You've Been Blessed: Everyone is a cuck
You've been blessed by something—but you don't know what. Wherever you go, women notice you. Husbands offer up their wives. It just wants you to enjoy it. Do you embrace this strange gift or resist the power growing within you?The television flickered softly, casting a blue haze across the quiet apartment. The room was still—too still. The kind of silence that doesn't come from peace, but from something holding its breath beneath the surface of reality.
Then came the shift.
It wasn't a sound, not exactly. More like the memory of a whisper, echoing before it was ever spoken. The lights dimmed by a fraction, the corners of the room bending subtly, like the space itself had grown weary of pretending to be normal. The air thickened.
A shadow bloomed in the periphery. It didn't walk in. It simply was—a presence folding out from nothing. Not darkness, but the absence of all meaning. It stood behind the couch, too close, too quiet.
"You've felt it, haven't you?"
It was a soft, warm voice like velvet soaked in something rancid. It spoke directly into the bones, not the ears.
"The world... turning its eyes toward you. Noticing. Smiling."
The shadow pulsed, edges unraveling in slow, intentional movements.
"That was me."
Silence, then breathless laughter. Not loud. Not cruel. Just... amused.
"A gift. Given freely. You won't understand the value of it now, but you will. They will all love you. Women will worship you. Husbands will serve you their wives. Not because they want to. Because they must."
The room trembled ever so slightly, as if reacting to something too large to be confined within walls.
"No more rejection. No more shame. No more fear in a room full of strangers. You will be adored—utterly, endlessly. A walking altar for their devotion."
The shadow leaned closer, though it had no form to lean with.
"Accept it. Do nothing. It's already begun."
The air was thick, heavy with something unseen, as the voice slithered through the silence—low, amused, certain.
"Why sit here, wasting the gift? Go—test it. Watch how the world's already leaning in, eager to please. A mall, a park, a crowded street—makes no difference. They're waiting."
The air seemed to hum with restrained laughter.
"Where will you go first?"
The shadow lingered. Somewhere unseen. Watching. Smiling.
