I Became a Sex Offender
I suddenly found myself transported to a strange world.
Aside from the existence of heroes and villains, this world was almost identical to the original one. But this world had one fatal flaw.
It was this.
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“Kyaaaaaaaak!!”
Slap!
“This trash! Pervert! Faggot! How can a person do something like this?!”
I looked at the woman I had slapped.
“There are things you can do with a boyfriend and things you can’t! Don’t you know that?!”
In broad daylight, she was completely naked, wearing a dog-ear headband, an anal plug with a dog tail attached, piercings on her nipples and clit, graffiti covering her entire body, and a condom skirt made from used condoms tied around her waist.
And to such a pervert...
“H-huh? Trying to hold hands! Holding hands! How could that be! Die! Die, you pervert bastard!”
Holding hands had gotten me labeled as a rapist.
Considering it’s a first offense, I’ll send you to the Correction Facility. Please learn proper sexual ethics and come out.
Even though a hero who had responded actually caught me, sentenced me guilty, and I was about to be locked away in a prison-like place.
...Fuck?
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I had been transported to this other world.
Pure love and abnormal sexual desires were flipped.
Trying to hold hands makes you a sex offender, but rape is viewed as normal, as a man dashing toward a woman.
In such a crazy world.