Seems I Got Dragged to Another World Mid-Wank
I had a dream. A world without that goddamn TS disease.
A world where everything was normal, and I was still fine. Where my black hair hadn’t turned white, my height hadn’t shrunk into the 160s, and I didn’t have a pair of tits the size of my own head.
But that was just wishful thinking.
The TS disease had come for me like a sudden death, and everything changed.
No—let me correct that.
The only thing that changed was me.
And that alone was more than enough to change the way the entire world looked at me.
The air was so warm she didn’t even need a blanket; it wrapped around her skin and let her body sink into sweet, deep sleep.
“Mmmn…”
Minhoo stirred, consciousness slowly clawing its way back as she rolled over. When she finally managed to blink her eyes open and an excessively pure-white, endless landscape filled her vision, she first thought she simply wasn’t awake yet. Then she got a grip and looked around properly.
“Did I drink last night? Or am I still dreaming?”
“No. This place is my domain.”
A clear, crystalline voice answered from behind the still-dazed Minhoo. Standing there was a woman with pink hair, wearing something that looked more like a scrap of cloth than an actual dress.
Minhoo carefully addressed the woman who radiated an almost mystical air.
“Your domain? So… you mean your house?”
Even she knew it was a stupid question, but she still wasn’t fully awake and coherent thought was hard.
“House? Yes… it used to be. But now it’s a place that can’t even manage that much anymore.”
Minhoo ignored whatever the woman was babbling about and focused on shaking off the last of the sleep. She remembered what she’d been doing right before she dozed off.
Right… I ate ramen, played some games, then tried jerking off for the first time… and after that…
A sudden voice, a flash of light on the screen, and the next thing she knew she was here.
Goosebumps raced across Minhoo’s skin. She had just realized she was standing in some completely unknown place wearing nothing but panties and a single T-shirt—no pants in sight.
“AAAAAAAH!”
She frantically yanked the hem of the T-shirt downward, trying to hide her underwear, but the more she pulled the more her chest was dragged along with it, making those ridiculously huge tits stand out even more.
“Y-You! Who the hell are you?! Where is this?!”
“Didn’t you hear my voice just now?”
At the woman’s words Minhoo forced her brain into overdrive. Mid-game the screen had lit up and she’d been dragged somewhere weird. And this place did not look like anywhere normal. A bizarre space with no ceiling—hell, no sky at all—couldn’t possibly exist on Earth.
No way… it can’t be, right?
She didn’t want to believe it, but the perfect word for this situation floated up anyway.
Another world.
Then that woman in the dress…?
“Yes. I am the one who summoned you here.”
“For real? Another world? Wait—exactly what kind?!”
In that instant Minhoo remembered the collection she’d booted up right before this: The Sex Maiden’s Chaotic♡ Filthy Grand Adventure.
Her legs gave out.
She’d been dropped into the game that the entire industry had crowned number one hardcore rape-fest for the last ten years. No—too early to jump to conclusions. Maybe, just maybe, it was a normal isekai…
“Ah, for reference, this world is the one known in your world as The Sex Maiden’s Chaotic♡ Filthy Grand Adventure. The game you played is basically a giant book of prophecy for this place.”
With that single sentence the dress-wearing woman crushed even the tiniest scrap of hope Minhoo had left, and Minhoo started thrashing.
“Why?! Why the fuck does a world like this even exist?!”
“People respect PC, so why can’t a world be PC too?”
The moment she finished speaking the goddess couldn’t hold back her tears any longer; she pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes. Seeing that, Minhoo’s heart softened just a little. She lowered her voice and asked calmly,
“Then why was I the one dragged here? Isn’t there some reverse-hero or archmage or whatever?”
She was genuinely curious. Even if the Demon King was strong, there had to be someone competent around. And a completely useless civilian—no, someone whose physical stats were now worse than a civilian’s—didn’t seem like she’d be any help to the world.
Then she remembered the game’s setting and despair hit all over again.
Aside from the protagonist Holy Maiden, every single person with power spent their days drowning in strip shows and monster-birth spectacles. The slums would gangbang any pretty girl the second she set foot there, and even ordinary villagers casually used the public meat-toilets installed in the town square. That was the insane world she was dealing with.
And the Demon King’s side wasn’t any more gentlemanly. Every grotesque play imaginable was on the table; eighty percent of the CG collection was monster stuff. That said it all.
Remembering all of that, cold sweat ran down Minhoo’s back. Her voice shook as she asked the goddess,
“H-Hey! Y-You’re not telling me to be the Sex Maiden, right?”
The second the words left her mouth she prayed. She’d never believed in any god while she was alive, and there was a goddess standing right in front of her, but she prayed anyway.
Please. Please anything but the protagonist Holy Maiden.
Because every single one of those horrors she’d just listed was something the Holy Maiden got subjected to!
“My, you’re quick on the uptake. In that case, receive my blessing at once and descend to the lower world—”
For a second Minhoo’s brain short-circuited. Every random thought possible flashed through her head until one word finally stuck: run.
SMACK—!
“Kyaaaaaaah!”
Minhoo hauled off and slapped the goddess’s head-sized milkers as hard as she could. The goddess hit the floor with a juicy slap of flesh.
“AAAAAAAH!”
Minhoo screamed and bolted in the opposite direction.
If she got caught she was dead. No—she wouldn’t even get to die. She’d just get fucked forever. This was a world where even the [Virgin Route] went in the back door so it didn’t count.
The only thought left in her head was running from that goddamn evil goddess who wanted to throw her straight into Sodom and Gomorrah.
She had a pair of head-sized tits of her own, so running looked ridiculous, but she still put everything she had into it.
Her sprint ended before her stamina even ran out—both legs suddenly bound tight.
THUD!
She face-planted. Looking down, she saw a glowing thick rope wrapped around her ankles.
“Ugh! Just quietly take the blessing and go down to the lower world!”
The goddess, still furious from getting her chest smacked, gripped the rope. Minhoo clawed at it, trying to free herself, but the rope didn’t budge an inch.
“Noooooooo!”
“Why are you resisting? It’s only a mid-tier world, but this is your chance to achieve the great feat of saving it!”
Saving the world looked like absolute garbage next to the nonstop rape waiting for her. In the end Minhoo screamed her final act of defiance.
“Why?! Why me?! Make some dick-having bastards do this fucking meat-toilet job! Why the hell me?!”
Those guys would die before they ever got raped. But hearing that only made the goddess even more pissed.
“I tried. Eternal victory doesn’t exist. And even the men get pegged sometimes. I’ve got a friend who watched the heroines get gang-raped and woke up to NTR.”
“Fuck my life.”
Learning a truth she never wanted to know, Minhoo squeezed her eyes shut.
“I figured even if things went wrong and you got raped, you’d be able to dust yourself off and keep going. You’re a lewd bitch, after all.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?! I’m a guy!”
“Eh?”
Minhoo’s bombshell made the goddess’s grip on the rope go slack. When the goddess froze, Minhoo also wondered what the hell just happened.
“Huh? But you’ve got a pussy.”
“This is TS disease, TS disease! I used to be a man!”
Hearing that Minhoo was male, cold sweat started beading on the goddess’s forehead.
“B-But I was sure I summoned a woman whose wavelength matched this world…”
“Earlier you said the world’s source was already polluted.”
“Ah.”
Minhoo stared at the goddess like she was looking at a monkey. How the hell did a goddess screw up this badly?
In that moment Minhoo finally understood how the Demon King had managed to corrupt the world. While this absolute brain-dead goddess was busy fucking around, anyone who just worked diligently could conquer the place no problem.
Then the goddess yanked the rope again and Minhoo was dragged right up in front of her in an instant.
“…Well, since it’s come to this, just take the blessing properly.”
“What? You surplus goddess! Cut the bullshit and send me back!”
Minhoo thrashed, trying to resist, but the rope instantly wrapped her entire body. Her clothes dissolved into particles of light and she was left completely naked.
The goddess placed a hand on Minhoo’s lower abdomen, chanted something that sounded like a spell, and pink light flared.
“With this, my protection now dwells within you. Look.”
She pulled a mirror from somewhere and held it up to Minhoo’s lower belly. There sat a large pink heart-shaped tattoo—one Minhoo recognized all too well.
“This is a fucking cunt mark! How the hell is this a blessing?!”
“Ahem! Do not question a goddess’s work!”
Ignoring Minhoo’s opinion entirely, the goddess smoothed out her dress.
“Ahem. Anyway, I’ll be sending you down to the lower world now, so please take good care of this world. Holy Maiden.”
Before Minhoo could even start arguing, a brilliant light flared and her consciousness cut out.