Acting Like a Brutal Rapist (Tentative) - 3
She couldn't move her body. No matter how hard she strained her muscles, the man crushing Han Seohee beneath him didn't budge an inch.
Am I... gonna die? Die like this?
It wasn't a situation where she should have even hoped to survive in the first place. The man she'd dismissed as nothing special was far stronger than her, level be damned. Her judgment had been wrong, and in this world, a wrong judgment was as good as death.
P-please... spare me. Save meee...
Glancing around, she saw her gang members had already bolted. She couldn't blame them. Even she would have run for her life in a spot like this. It wasn't like they could risk their necks to save a comrade. Taking on the guy who'd pinned her so overwhelmingly? That was just begging to die together.
Really... like this? Like this?
Her life flashed before her eyes. She'd trained with every ounce of strength she had. Fought with everything she had. Scrambled like a dog just to survive. And now, that hard-earned life was crumbling in an instant.
Scary... this is so scary...
Like most women in this world, she'd never been with a man. Never smelled one up close, never been near one, never talked to one, never been crushed under one like this. So now, she had to feel this strange sensation she'd never experienced before.
He's not... moving.
If it was just raw strength, no one she'd ever met could beat her. Sure, there were weird mages with fancy tricks or hunters summoning guns from afar, but in a straight-up test of power? No one.
So Han Seohee had never even dreamed of a situation like this. Pinned by sheer force, crushed under a man, utterly helpless no matter what he did to her.
Hiiik...
Her crotch started to get wet.
"Looks like she's already gone for it..."
"Chasing those others seems risky anyway. Why not just kill this one and bounce?"
The woman's voice—the one with the man—snapped Han Seohee out of her haze of weird emotions, yanking her back to reality.
"I-I'm sorry! Just spare me, please! I'll do anything! Please! I don't wanna die like this!"
Anyone who knew the bold, unbreakable Han Seohee—who didn't flinch even before massive monsters—would be shocked by the change. But right now, she was consumed by the desire to live. Terrified that if he swung his fist down on her skull, she'd really die.
"So, what should we do? Like that woman said, chop off an arm and let her run?"
"No."
The man calmly hauled Han Seohee to her feet, then locked eyes with her and spoke.
"Look. We messed up too, but cutting off your arm over a snack... that was a bit much, right?"
"Y-yeah! Way too much! We fucked up bad! So just this once, please..."
"Quiet. Let me finish."
As he spoke calmly, Han Seohee felt her whole body trembling. She wanted to beg, but the words wouldn't come. She wanted to scream for mercy, but her mouth wouldn't move.
"We were careless this time too, so let's both let it slide—just once. Okay?"
"Th-thank you! I swear I won't do it again!"
The woman with him grumbled curtly.
"Master, aren't you being too nice? Letting a bitch like this go?"
"Well, we were the ones who took something owned by someone else."
"It didn't even have a name on it, and supply points don't have owners... But if that's what you want, Master?"
"Huh?"
"You wanna forgive her, right?"
"I'm thinking if it happens again... I'll have to kill her for real."
The woman flashed a bright smile and threw herself at him.
"Then just do that! I'm your sex slave, your cocksleeve, your human onahole anyway, right? You make all the decisions and judgments!"
But that wasn't the end of it.
"That woman, though... she owes you a debt of gratitude now?"
"Gratitude?"
"You spared her life when killing her wouldn't have raised eyebrows. She has to repay it somehow."
Han Seohee realized this wasn't over yet. A woman saved from death had to repay that grace somehow. If the man didn't receive it, he'd see it as her spitting on his mercy—a grave insult. She might survive now, but death could come anytime.
"J-just wait a bit, and I'll get you food somehow..."
"Master's got plenty of food already..."
"I-I'll give you my body!"
She knew well enough what men wanted. Most would get off on raping women and savoring their pain.
"But honestly... you're not even that pretty. Don't seem obedient either. Don't you think you're a bit lacking for Master to keep?"
"I'm fine with it."
"Eh."
The man's interjection was a ray of hope for her.
"Still... if you know gratitude, shouldn't you offer more?"
Han Seohee froze.
She's saying become his sex slave... me!
The moment she became that man's sex slave, her life was over. She'd be used up for life, then discarded like worn-out gear. No room for her own happiness or survival—just living for him. She'd keep breathing, but no longer as a human. A flesh slave, a toy on legs.
"N-no, uh..."
She couldn't let that happen. She had to raise her value somehow. But as the woman said, Han Seohee had no special service skills.
"R-rape me! Rape me instead!"
"...What?"
"I-In that dirty comic I saw once! Men feel conquest when they violate tough girls... that kind of thrill!"
Desperately racking her brain on the brink of death, Han Seohee finally found an answer. Rape didn't require technique from her. It fit the "setting" perfectly. If she was servicing him, she'd have to smile through gritted teeth and take it eagerly. But rape? She could thrash and scream her real hatred, curse him, push him away—and it'd pass as "part of the act."
Her body worked too. Muscled and scarred, not soft—but it could stoke his conquest lust.
And beyond all that...
Urgh...
Her soaking pussy right now—her body wanted it.
"What do you think, Master?"
"I-I'm okay with it, but I wasn't planning to get revenge if she didn't repay anything—"
"I wanna repay it! Please! Thank you! I'm so grateful! I'll repay this grace somehow! Please rape me!"
Han Seohee wasn't dumb enough to say, "Oh, really? Guess I'll be going then, bye!" No man takes bestowed grace lightly. The second she turned her back, his fist would smash into her spine.
"Sua, you okay with this? Me holding another woman?"
"Sex slaves don't get opinions... But if I had to say, I love it! As long as Master enjoys himself, I'm happy!"
"If you're that insistent..."
The man tilted his head, but Han Seohee could see his crotch.
I-It's hard!
His dick was up just from the idea of raping her. This was good—huge good news.
I-I can live!
She could survive without becoming a sex slave. It'd hurt like hell, be pure agony—but she'd live. Overjoyed, tears streamed down her face unbidden.
"I'll scout ahead, so head into that small room inside!"
"Th-thanks."
Han Seohee half-crawled into the room. After a moment, the man entered.
Can't mess this up.
She wanted to grovel, beg for her life right now. Zero resistance. But what she was offering was rough rape to sate his conquest kink. So she had to at least pretend to fight for it.
"Wh-what the hell you gonna do? Wanna go a round?"
She swung her full-force punch at him. Not that she expected it to hurt—he'd tanked her bat and full skills unscathed.
"..."
He casually snatched her wrist. Rock-hard, unyielding, no matter how she strained.
"Rape."
With a faint smile, he slammed her to the ground.
Han Seohee writhed in pain—but rejoiced that she'd survive. Now, the rape would begin.