Entry #69: Love Triangle

Arubbah Honeyspot, a newly popular hotel for those who want the best honeymoon experience to ever happen. Later it will be in sight of the world government to test out how it works because of its outstanding positive reviews from most of the customers which is suspicious, other than that, the owner seems to be anonymous too.

I stood in front of it but a guard blocked me, suspiciously enough they wear bunny ears as caps.

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

The Guard replied: “Sorry sir, this establishment is only available for those with love partners”

Out of nowhere, a random girl hugged my arms and submerged it between her bosom. I tried to get loose of it nervously but she held me tighter. Thinking that it’s my partner, the guards cleared the path to the door and thus started my observation.

“Why are you helping me, Miss?” I whispered.

The girl replied: “I just love their service here but my boyfriend and his twin won’t let us go back so I went back myself”

That time, my suspicion grows bigger. Why did she choose me to get inside? Isn’t this supposed to be a partner’s haven? Then why did she choose a random guy? My questions just kept adding up as we walked.

As I observe the interior, it seems like a normal establishment, weirdly resembling a massage parlor in precise detail. We entered the main room, the scenery was horrible, the honeymooners were pleasuring each other near other honeymooners which is weird yet felt uncomfortable to watch.

A receptionist walked to us and asked for a reception. Unexpectedly enough, the girl with me had and reserved a spot. We went to the reception area and— it’s dark, there’s nothing other than the weird machinery at the center. The receptionist left us and the girl started to drag me to the machine.

“Put these wires around your genitalia,” The girl said.

The shock on my face is unhidable and my confusion bloats in my brain. First of all, why would I do that to my own body? The girl sighs and pushes a button twice. From the wall, a hidden door was opened revealing two masculine, naked men in a blindfold.

I looked back at the girl and she’s already in the machine buck-naked too. A headband-like object is attached to her head with wires connecting to the machine and the machine has wires as well connecting— somewhere inside the wall, I can’t clearly see it but the smoothness of the wall made me suspect such a subject.

Suddenly, the room starts to flicker, several engine noises are heard, and the girl starts to release weird rhythmic noises. I turned back again and witnessed the naked men with one genitalia inside the girl’s mouth and another in the girl’s crotch, forming a triangle. As I kept watching, I threw up as I realised that as they jolt faster, the lights inside the room light brighter as if they are making electricity— no, generating.

The sight horrifies me in the guts, so I decided to go inside the door where the men came from, hoping it would lead me somewhere.

Twenty minutes have passed, there are still no signs of this tunnel ending. But the sound from the machine starts to get mysteriously multiplied with men and women’s noises mixed in.

One hour has passed, the noise gets louder as I step forward to the point that it pains my ear with severe bleeding. As I’m about to go back, the lights open and I witness the horde of the same machine with people using it. It disturbs me cause it feels like a factory or in a similar sort, some have jolted so fast that their partners start to vomit, but it’s unnoticeable because of the pleasure state they’re in. Other than that, it also has the same wiring as the one in the girl’s room earlier.

“Oh, hello there. Detective Yuuta! Welcome to my building”

I looked above, there’s a guy waving towards me. I cleared my vision. It's Jake Judues, the only survivor from the explosion from my past mission. His presence is already in-question but his face changed. It became— more older or some sort.

“Do you like my invention, Sir?” he asked.

The question is overlapping with confusion and delusion within my head. Invention? This? An Invention? What does he mean?

“What do you mean by ‘Invention’?” I asked.

“The Love Triangle, the ones you see in your area” Jake replies.

Machine for Humans? Does it do better than this? Or— is it its only purpose?

“What is your intention with these poor humans?” I asked.

Jake responds: “Glad you asked sir. If men's arousal can make him stimulate his genitalia faster in the women's, we can use one love triangle to power up the electricity in a house since that speed I’m talking about will be converted to energy through the girl's arousal points then through the wire in the woman’s brain… It means natural power source, don’t you like that? No more destroying the planet, no more air pollution… And certainly no more overpopulation”

His explanation confused me, but there’s one thing I understood.

“Do you mean? This machine generates— no, converts to electricity by the speed of the honeymooners libido?” I asked.

“Yes,” Jake replies.

“But that’s messed up, if it works the same as the gears in a factory, what are you gonna do if the honeymooners are— homosex and bisexes”

“If the generators are transgenders, they will switch positions. If the triangle surrounds three of the same kind of individual though, it will produce triple the power and triple the work, so whatever the type of triangle relationship is, if they come on my hotel, it means power, power, AND MORE POWER FOR EVERYONE’S DAILY USE OF TECH”

I clenched my fist as my rage towards him rises.

“How— how can you come up SUCH AN idea?” I asked.

Jake replies: “Simple, to be able to produce electricity other than generators since back in my burned place, everything expensive is one’s gold. And I don’t want that. That’s why I created this, so everyone from the nomads to the homeless to the squatters to the poor to the bourgeoisie and to the rich. They will have electricity to use with.”

“But isn’t this a bit hurtful to them?”

“They don’t care, since they helped the society's need of electricity just by doing their honeymoon using the Love Triangle”

“So that’s why this place gets such reviews, now what?”

“Hmph, let's see. Today is when I showcase this invention to the world government, and that’s why this suddenly lit up if you noticed. It’s because—”

As Jake continued to talk, I discovered his answer, his plan, everything. I met him as a paperboy, and got his house burned because the guards were busy doing an intercourse that time so they didn’t notice the fire until it’s too late and called the firefighter right away. It’s connected, It’s sheer-hearted connected to him now. And for revenge against the authorities— no, to the society itself. He made an invention…

“I’M GONNA SHOW IT TO THE WORLD AND BECOME THE ONLY RICH MAN ON THIS FIELD”

My heart skipped a beat as I heard that statement.

“Whatever you’re gonna do, don’t do it Jake” I plead.

“Why are you getting in my way Mister Yuuta, shouldn’t you have already known the reason why I did this?” Jake replied.

The sound of the spinning rotor starts to be heard from a distance. Jake fixed himself up, opened the roof, and pressed a button. Then every Love Triangle starts to function faster with some electricity leaks out electrocuting the people yet they are still in a happy state.

I climbed for protection and to get Jake to stop it before it’s too late, until.

“Aight, let’s power the city up”

The crowd starts to shout as they cheer Jake on pressing the button. He must not touch it, or else, OR ELSE.

Jake pressed the button, and turned the switch to the right which appears to be the highest calibre. I looked at the bottom, everyone in the Love Triangle jerked almost as fast as the sound itself. The city lights up, and the crowd’s cheer overshadows the people in the Love Triangle’s screeching screams. Jake scaled it up even more and beyond its limits. The men in the Love Triangle start to lose their genitalia with pleasure quickly changed to pain while the girl’s head blows and flies all over the place.

The city goes back to pitch black, I clutched a jump in the platform where Jake is, and he turns back to check the Love Triangles. Substances were sighted flying all over the air, mainly consisting of blown up heads, male genitalia, blood, brain matter, metals, and leaked electricity burning the flying flesh. Jake smiles up as tears leaks from his eyes.

“Looks like I’ve failed big time this time, huh? Mister Yuuta. I’ve been working on this, yet, it still ended up a failure, just on a bigger scale.” He said.

Jake dragged me, and tried to throw it to the window. He proceeded to walk at the edge of the platform. I attempted to stop him, but I got electrocuted in the leg, nulling it in the process.

“Don’t stop me this time Mister Yuuta, I destroyed something important before, because I didn’t know what I was doing then, that’s why I seeked revenge to try to cover that grudge. But now, I saw it in front of my eyes, the wrong I didn’t manage to see before. And because I’m an inventor, I shall die with the catastrophe I created. Thanks for such realization, Mister Yuuta”

I crawled to Jake, but he jumped to his creation. I tried to catch him, but the explosion blew me out of the building onto a tree. My body is paralyzed, and saddeningly witness Jake’s hard work, crumble to ashes.

As I’m writing this Entry, I thought about these things. Does the use of intercourse really do much more than just making offsprings? Also, does failure commonly appear in every job? Or is it just part of human nature? I hope I will find the answers to such questions in the passing of time and job.