I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I dragged a dead body residing in my cell to the center.

No. I didn't kill anyone. In fact, the owner of the dead body was hovering in front of me himself.

And both the dead body and its ghost looked the same.

Same clothes, same facial hairs, same thirst for thighs, same loose belts and character, same build.

Everything was the same and everything was fine.

I had no problems with all this.

But if I had no problems, I wouldn't be saying all this, right?

The thing is… Jack was a man. He had the body of a man.

So…

Why the fuck he had boobs on his chest? And why three of them? And why were they as big and round as bowls!? That's not implants, that's imtrees! What was going on?

I jolted my head at the ghost who had his hands raised in the air.

"I can explain." He said.

"Even science can't explain this! I would have believed something like this if I were on earth but not here, man."

"It's not what you think, pal."

"Oh yeah? Then what is it? And why did you put your hands in the air? I can't do anything to you. You are a ghost."

"Oh. Right. Haha. I got into the habit of doing this often. I used to do this whenever someone found me in my secret place in the forest."

"Huh? You put your hands in the air whenever someone saw you in the forest? What were you doing there?"

"Oh. Nothing much. I just happened to set traps…"

"I see."

"To capture women."

"Da fuck?"

"What?"

"I thought you were setting traps for animals!"

"Why would I set traps for animals? If they want women they should work hard on their own. Nothing is for free in this world."

"Don't act philosophical after confessing to a crime."

"Fair. But forget it," Jack pointed at his dead body. "The three boobs you are seeing on my chest, they are not boobs."

"They are not? If they are not boobs… Now I am even more terrified. What are those? Pregnant chest?"

"No, pal. Touch them and you will see."

"As if. I haven't touched the real thing here in this world yet and I would like my first experience to not be a trauma."

"You will be surprised, pal. Touch them. Especially the one in the middle."

"That's the one giving me the most creeps."

"Just try it. Believe me, I am telling you."

"That's why I can't believe it."

"Stretch out your hand." Jack said, floating beside me.

He forced me with his hoarse, weedy voice and I raised my trembling hand.

"Yes. Now bend down and touch it. It won't hurt."

"... You know you are talking just like an uncle who is upto no good."

"Don't talk. Just place your hand over it. No one will know about this. Don't tell anyone."

"... Dude, why are you so experienced in talking like this? Do you have a niece or something?"

"Shhh. If you speak or shout during this game, you lose."

This bitch.

I shifted a little away from the ghost and my hands were just near the chest of the dead body now.

I had both of my hands stretched out like superman without underwear as sweat arose in my palms.

I didn't want to touch it, but I learned something about the Human nature at that moment. Curiosity is just another word for perverted.

I was grossed out just by thinking of touching something like that but there was this child-like, no, not child-like, wrong word to use here, there was this strange curiosity—how did Jack get something like those and how would they feel? That's why…

I closed my eyes and placed both my hands on the boulders.

I left the middle one alone then I remembered I have a mouth but I decided against it as… Well, I am a pervert, not a disciple of Hannibal Lecter. I won't just use my mouth on a dead body.

But now that my hands were on the dead body's chest, I felt something hard… not what you are thinking.

I opened my eyes and frowned.

My hands didn't feel right. This wasn't what I expected. This may be a male dead body but I still expected them to be soft.

I continued to examine them and tapped on them lightly.

TUN!

The hell?

I turned my head around, at Jack.

"Did that sound come from these things?"

Jack smiled. "Yes."

"Bro, that was a metallic sound. That's not how you cure iron deficiency!"

"Remove my shirt, you will see it."

"Hell no. Touching them is already enough. If I removed your shirt, your demands would keep increasing and I would give in too."

"Pal, whatever you will do with my body, I won't feel it. So don't think that I am saying all this for my pleasure. I just want to show you how stupid and alone I was. If I could feel what my dead body feels, then surely I would have asked you to grind on it again like earlier, just the way you like."

"I sat on your body by mistake that time. I don't like to grind!"

"Still counts."

"Angh. Fine."

I would like to believe what Jack said was true and slowly began opening the brown shirt of the dead body.

The smell was still bad but my nose had developed a resistance to that a little, just like a woman develops resistance to their husband and decides to cheat under the pretext of not getting enough attention.

As I unbuttoned Jack's shirt, I started understanding what the matter was and when the shirt was finally open, my face lost its expressions.

The boobs weren't as big as bowls, instead they were bowls in the first place.

This bastard had shoved three metal bowls inside his chest and must have enjoyed them till he died in this prison.

He really showed me how alone, stupid, and creative degenerate he was. Or is.

I looked at him and just sighed.

"Why do you do all this? This much desperation would only lead to pain and crimes. And out of all things, you chose metal bowls? You could have used toilet papers, they are easier. You would have gotten the volume as well as the right shape."

"I see. I didn't know that. I never had an experienced friend like you before, pal. Teach me all the ways for men to enjoy who have no bitches. You are the best teacher for that."

"... Is that praise?"

"Nope. I am just trolling you."

"..."