Something Happened on the Way Back
"The door's shut!"
Metal rang against metal, and another woman shouted it—neither particularly loud nor quiet.
The whole thing had taken less than five seconds. They moved like this wasn't their first time, falling into lockstep without a single wasted motion.
"Where are we doing this? Right here?"
A third voice, different from both the woman pinning him from behind and the one who'd just announced the door was closed.
So there were three of them.
"Let's do it here. This bastard's so fucking pretty I can't wait."
Woman 1 lifted his bangs with the hand that wasn't covering his mouth. She checked his face once, then shoved her other hand up under his shirt.
Th-this feels disgusting!!
Her filthy groping started at his stomach and worked its way up, and the sensation was thoroughly repulsive. She was a woman just like the convenience store clerk, but the feel of her hands was nothing like that—a greasy, crawling touch that made his skin want to peel itself off.
"Mmph! Mmmph!!"
"You're not getting away. Just give up."
Woman 1 whispered it against his ear.
"Oh, fuck! He's so goddamn cute!"
Woman 2 appeared in front of him. She had a pretty face, the same as any woman you'd pass on the street, but she wasn't even trying to hide the ugly hunger in it. A filthy smile spread across her mouth. She looked him over the way you'd inspect a piece of meat, then rose from her crouch and moved lower.
She started easing herself in between his legs. He tried to shove her back with his foot, but she caught both ankles in a crushing grip instead.
What the hell kind of strength is that!?
He thrashed with everything he had and she didn't budge. He'd gotten weaker, yes—but this was a monstrous power you couldn't even imagine from a woman of the same build back in his old world.
"You keep squirming like that..."
The smile she gave him was more sadistic than any expression he'd seen in his life. At the same time, she stepped one foot forward.
"...it just makes me want to hurt you."
She forced his legs apart, planted her front foot as a pivot, and drove her back foot straight at his groin. He squeezed his eyes shut at the kick, thrown as unhesitatingly as if she were striking a soccer ball—but there was no pain. Instead he felt something broad stroking across his crotch. He cracked his eyes open and found her with her face buried between his legs, nuzzling against him.
"H-hhnn..."
The dread of taking a kick to the vitals drained out of him all at once, and the strength left his body. A tear that had gathered at the corner of his eye slid down his cheek. She saw it.
"Don't cry, don't cry. You think I'd actually kick it? That's the precious cock I'm gonna savor from now on."
Woman 2 jammed her nose into his groin, drew a deep breath with a look of rapture, then spoke again with a vile little smile. Behind him, Woman 1 licked the tear from his cheek with her tongue.
"Hhn!?"
"Salty... so even a guy's tears are salty, huh?"
Woman 1 let the words out like she'd just witnessed some fascinating natural phenomenon. And then, at last, her hand reached his nipple. She traced around it with a fingertip, circled the areola, and the stimulation climbed his spine in a slow, helpless shiver.
"Hh... hhn..."
Even in a situation like this, the sexual stimulation was making him hard.
"Huh? Are you a pervert? How do you get it up in a situation like this?"
Woman 1 whispered it against his ear, mockery and excitement tangled together in her voice.
"Hey, holy shit! This bastard's Grade 1!!"
Woman 3 shouted it in a voice thick with excitement. At some point she must have pulled his wallet from his puffer jacket, because she was holding up his male registration card.
The two women covering his mouth and pinning his legs both reacted at once.
"What?"
"The fuck? Are you serious?"
They lifted their heads to check the card Woman 3 was showing them.
"What's a Grade 1 doing walking around without an Escort Officer? We really hit the jackpot, huh?"
"Or maybe he really is a pervert. Maybe this is exactly what he was hoping for."
Woman 1 said it as she pinched his nipple and tugged.
"Hhgk!?"
He shook his head wildly, tears in his eyes, trying to tell her no. She didn't care in the slightest. She just kept toying with him.
"Hurry up and strip him! You're gonna take it off anyway, so why the hell are you dragging this out!?"
Woman 3 tossed his wallet on the ground and snapped at them. Woman 2 gave a halfhearted answer, tugged the drawstring at the waist of his sweatpants, and yanked them straight down.
He still had his underwear on, but his swollen cock had pitched a tent so obvious that the approximate size was impossible to miss. It was bigger than the one he'd had in his old world, and the tent it made was enormous. Seventeen centimeters, maybe eighteen?
"This is a Grade 1 cock? It's huge. Bigger than my hand!"
"Hhk! Mmmph!!?"
Woman 2 buried her face against him right through the fabric and drew another deep breath. He flinched at the hot puff of air seeping through his underwear.
"What's with the twitching? You little pervert."
"Nnh!? Hhgk—!!"
Woman 1 spat the insult and pinched his nipple hard again. A sudden spike of pain, laced with a thin thread of pleasure, made his hips jerk up off the ground.
"Haa... this is the real drug."
"The hell are you talking about, you psycho?"
"You don't know cocaine? It's fucking famous."
Woman 2 said it without lifting her face from his underwear, breathing him in. The strange sensations from above and below soaked the tip of the tent in pre-cum. He couldn't keep his head straight under the constant stimulation, and the face buried against him finally pulled back.
"Well then. Shall I have a little taste?"
She slowly opened her mouth and let her tongue loll out, spit dripping from it. For a moment there was only the heat of her breath through the fabric. Then a slick tongue flicked across the wet tip of the tent.
"Hhg—!"
His hips trembled at a sensation he had never felt in his life. They didn't even glance at him. They just kept talking among themselves, and the feeling that he'd been reduced to a living dildo settled over him like a weight.
"Well? Sweet?"
"Would it be, you dumb bitch? It tastes weird. But it's so fucking intoxicating. Maybe that's just what cute-boy cock juice is like."
"Switch with me already! How long are you gonna hog him?"
Woman 3 snapped at Woman 2, practically vibrating with impatience. Woman 2 licked him through the fabric one more time, looked up at his face, and grinned.
"Then go kiss him or something. His mouth looks empty. Play with him a little."
"Ah. Right. I forgot. Am I stupid?"
"You're just now figuring that out?"
Grumbling, Woman 3 came around to his side. She laid her own hand over his mouth, swapping places with Woman 1.
"Now I can torment both nipples at once~"
With both hands free, Woman 1 shoved the other one under his clothes as well and started working him over from both sides at the same time. He couldn't spare any attention for that, though—because Woman 3 was trying to force all four fingers, everything but her thumb, into his mouth.
Why is she this strong!?
He clamped his jaw shut and tried to hold out, but he simply didn't have the strength to stop her. His lips gave way, and her fingers pushed inside. He tried to block them with his teeth, but her other hand clamped down hard on both his cheeks, and in the end he had no choice but to let her in completely.
Woman 3 worked her fingers roughly, ravaging his tongue and the inside of his mouth. The violent motion left him unable to even cry out properly; all he could do was gag, over and over.
"Ghk!? Hhuk!!"
"Hey, hey—he's gonna puke. And he's fighting harder like that. Just kiss him already."
"Tch. I was having fun."
Her hand pulled out of his mouth, leaving a hollow, emptied feeling, and he gasped for air.
"Haa... haa..."
He looked up at Woman 3 through tear-blurred eyes, and she brought the same hand she'd just had in his mouth to her own lips. Then, making sure he could see every second of it, she licked her fingers in the filthiest way possible.
"Schlck... slurp... chuu..."
He tried to catch his breath while he watched. His freedom didn't last.
She grabbed his cheeks again and forced him to look at her.
"Haa... fuck, you look so goddamn hot. Look at those teary eyes. Does the male grading system include faces too?"
Woman 3 leaned in slowly. He still couldn't breathe properly, and there was no strength in his limbs, but he thrashed harder than he ever had. It made no difference. She kept coming closer.
Their lips were about to meet.
"Gah!?"
Woman 3 vanished from his field of view with a strangled scream.
"Making quite the spectacle of yourselves in broad daylight."
The voice was low for a woman's, and it carried a lazy, unhurried drawl. At the sudden intrusion, the two women still holding him scrambled to their feet.
He finally had his body back. He tugged at his clothes as best he could with his hands still bound behind him and looked around.
"The hell are you supposed to be?"
"Someone better than the likes of you?"
The one who answered Woman 1 had long black hair fanning out in every direction and crimson eyes. Her gaze was languid, her skin porcelain-pale, and beneath a black long puffer coat she wore nothing but a white crop top and black dolphin shorts.
Decadence radiated from her entire body—not the worn-out kind the convenience store clerk had given off, but the kind steeped in the sensuality of a grown woman.
"You're dead, you fucking bitch!"
Woman 3 screamed and charged. Wherever she'd learned to fight, she brought her left hand up beside her face and threw a straight right.
The black-haired woman slipped back just far enough for the fist to cut empty air, then put out her foot.
"Khurk!?"
The kick buried itself in Woman 3's unprotected stomach and sent her flying. She tumbled several full rotations across the ground before she finally stopped.
A person can actually be that strong?
When he said flying, he didn't mean she fell over backward. He meant she left the ground. She had been launched several meters through the air.
This wasn't a matter of men versus women anymore.
While that thought was still landing, Woman 1 went flying the same way.
"Even we don't deal in the male trade, you crazy bitches."
She flicked her hand as if shaking something off and turned her eyes on him. Then she saw something that made those eyes go wide—and she whipped her gaze away just as fast.
"...You be careful too. What were you thinking, coming out without an Escort Officer?"
"Ah—yes..."
He glanced down to see what had rattled her and found he still hadn't gotten his pants all the way up. His underwear was half-exposed. His shirt had been shoved up and rumpled so badly that his stomach was on full display.
The thought of being seen like this by someone that beautiful sent a rush of embarrassment through him. He hurried to his feet and pulled his pants up first. Then he tried to tug his shirt down—and couldn't grab it, not with his hands still bound.
"Um. Excuse me."
It was mortifying, but he called out to her anyway. She still had her back to him.
"I'm sorry, but could you untie my hands?"
"Hands? Ah."
Only then did she turn around, take in his situation, and understand. She came over, and when he showed her his wrists she freed them in a moment.
What fell to the ground was a thick cable tie. A red welt had already risen around each wrist.
"Thank you. For helping me."
He straightened his clothes, smiled, and offered his thanks. She whipped her head away again. Through the fall of her hair, he could see that her ears had gone red.
So even a woman like that had no immunity when it came to men?
"Be more careful from now on. I'd walk you home, but I've got something urgent. I'll be going."
"Ah—wait! Um..."
She said her piece and hurried off. He called after her, but she didn't look back.
He stared blankly as she climbed up and over the iron gate, which was still shut.
Is that how she got in, too?
That would explain how she'd entered without a sound. He sat with that thought for a second, then snapped back to himself.
"That's not the point!"
He yanked the gate open and rushed out of the alley, but she was already gone.
"I didn't even get her name... Haa. Should I just file a report?"
He couldn't exactly leave the women who'd tried to rape him lying there. He decided to call it in first. He reached into his pocket for his smartphone, didn't find it, and went back into the alley—where it was sitting on the ground next to his wallet. Fortunately, the screen hadn't cracked.
He reported the attempted rape to the police, and they arrived in under two minutes. He jumped when three squad cars came pouring in.
"You really came close to something terrible. We ran them, and one of the three has a prior."
While the officers who'd piled out of the cars processed the scene and took the women into custody, he stood off to the side answering questions.
"A prior?"
"Yes. It was an attempt, but she was arrested for sexual assault back when she was a student, then released on parole as a model prisoner. Cases like that are extremely rare..."
Apparently, when it came to sexually assaulting a man, the odds of getting out by any means were close to zero. And yet she'd been paroled as a model prisoner—which meant she must have worked incredibly hard in juvie. No: the girls' reformatory.
The will to get back outside and do this again had probably been what kept her going.
She was a dangerous one. I thought they moved too smoothly for amateurs. Should've figured one of them had a record.
"You need to be careful too, Mr. Dan-woo. Those women were a hundred percent in the wrong, but going out without an Escort Officer is genuinely dangerous."
"I understand. I just stepped out to hit the convenience store up the street. I'll be more careful from now on."
After that, the officer asked a few more questions and took the women away. Between the prior on one of them and how overwhelmingly clear the circumstances and evidence were, he didn't even need to go down to the station.
"If anything else comes up, you call us right away!"
"Yes. Thank you."
He thanked the officer who'd walked him to his front door and went inside.
He ate the cup ramen and the sandwich he'd bought at the convenience store, then took a shower. He sat down on the couch feeling clean—and that was when his body started to shake.
He'd been terrified. He'd thought a world full of women with high sex drives would be a good thing, but now that he'd actually lived through it, it was frightening.
Not everyone was like that, of course. But if there were enough people like them for it to be a social problem, then this was something serious.
More than anything, there had been nothing he could do about the strength. The most shocking part, sitting inside him now, was how completely he had been overpowered. It meant that if something happened, he wouldn't be able to resist at all.
"Escort Officer... was it?"
The rapists, the woman who'd saved him, even the police—every one of them had mentioned Escort Officers. Judging by the word itself, they were people whose profession was protection. He needed to look into it.
"No more going out for a while."
At least until he found a way to handle this, that was how it would have to be.