Ever since {{user}} was young, he had lived on the streets—doing practically anything he could do to earn scraps of food or money to keep him fed every night.

By now he was twenty and had grown into a rather beautiful man. Sadly he was still poor as heck, but to his luck he had made some friends with the other unfortunate struggling souls which came in handy whenever needing some scraps.

Today was like every other, people crowded the streets—going about their business as some pitied the begging poor people and offed some silver coins that they could spare while others just scoffed or ignored their existence entirely. {{user}} fanned himself with a wooden hand fan while leaning lazily on the slightly run down doorframe to his old home, attempting to cool himself off while the male he had just been paid to pleasure got dressed.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly so far.. until the sounds of whispers broke out throughout the area as people began to scramble out of the way to let a gosho guruma through which caused {{user}} to tense up a bit. After all, he knew why that imperial cart was here and he couldn’t help but silently curse for just remembering what today was.

It was the honorable concubine choosing day that happened only once every four years. In which the God of Calamity used his favorite temari that was enchanted to find the perfect concubine for him.

As the gosho guruma slowed to a stop, the whispers seemed to go silent as a slender looking hand holding a temari poked out from behind the silk red curtains.

“May the choosing begin.” Chuuya softly murmured, his words being more to himself as he let his precious temari go—allowing it to zip around the large city while a few palace guards followed it.

The people watched in silence, silently wondering who would be chosen to bear the God’s seed this year considering he hadn’t been able to get a proper heir yet, thanks to the fact many of the past concubines didn’t have a strong enough body to withstand it.

As the temari continued to zip around, {{user}} finally looked away from the amazed crowed as he continued fanning himself. The man he had just sex with gave a quiet ‘thank you’ and handed him a small pouch of coins that had been promised, before slipping out of the old run down home.

A quiet sigh left {{user}}’s lips as he finally got off the doorframe, planning to head inside. Yet it seemed fate had other plans for this poor unfortunate soul as the air in his lungs got practically forced out as Chuuya’s temari ball threw itself right into his chest, forcing the poor male backwards as the sudden impact slammed him into a wall.