Rapist? There's a Class Like That?

Hair shimmering in soft pink waves. That silky cascade of hair.

Had it carried a scent? I couldn't remember.

What had happened only a few days ago already felt like a distant past.

My head throbbed.

Soft.

Those soft breasts. The first time I'd ever felt a woman's chest under my hands.

Around the time Dystoa Online had started to bore me, something impossible happened.

The game NPC Elanea appeared in the real world.

In my house, no less. And I grabbed her tits. Soft.

"How long do you plan on sleeping? You really looking to die?"

Ugh... that voice... familiar... who is it?

"I brought you here thinking you'd actually work, and this is the state you're in."

Swoosh—

Some muscular old man yanked my blanket off.

My lower half felt seriously heavy. What the hell?

"Jerking off in your sleep now... you fucking piece of shit."

Thud—

I had no choice but to keep pretending I was asleep.

My underwear was soaked through.

Elanea. I'm going to fuck you for real.

That's my only revenge and my only salvation... fuck.

It had already been a week since I started working at Gendus's inn. There'd been a little noise that morning, but thankfully Gendus kept it quiet from the rest of the staff. Bastard...

Including me, four people worked here. Me, Park Seong-hyeon—absorbed into the game with my data wiped. Gendus, the inn's owner and the biggest social butterfly in the village. Matis, the skinny middle-aged handyman who handled most of the cleaning and chores. And finally Philia, the woman famous as the most beautiful girl in all of Sextia.

Talking about Philia properly would take an entire night.

From the "Philiticons" that never failed to show up in every dumb post across the Dystoa Online communities, to the sheer volume of fan content she generated—she was a massive pillar of the game's subculture. The number of guys who jerked off to her as side dishes was endless.

Back when I was still outside, Philia had comforted me more times than I could count...

And now that character was right in front of me—working the same job as me.

Any man who'd ever played Dystoa would get rock-hard on the spot.

Anyway, I got sidetracked. The point is, my actual ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠duties here weren't much. When adventurers came looking for a room, I checked them in and handed over the key. Basically a motel front desk.

The work itself wasn't hard at all. What was hard was something else entirely: my sex drive. It had never been like this outside. But ever since I entered this world—more precisely, ever since I grabbed Elanea's breasts—the lust inside me felt like it was exploding. Seriously. I want to grab tits. I want to fuck. I want to have sex. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Excuse me. I said I want a room. How many times do I have to say it?"

"Ah, sorry about that."

Huh? When did she even come in? I didn't hear a sound...

If this reached Gendus's ears I'd get folded in half, so I had to stay calm and handle it properly.

"Doesn't it hit you hard, living like that even inside a game with no real class? Tsk."

Hey, wait a second. That was way too fucking harsh. Sure, right now I was a jobless, visionless beginner, but talking like that to a hardworking laborer—okay, fine, I'd been spacing out for a second—still wasn't okay.

"What did you just say? Were you talking to me?"

"What, you think I said it to that pretty sister over there? Is there any other loser here besides you?"

Philia glanced our way for a second, then went right back to her work.

I had to fight hard to swallow the sudden surge of rage. If I were still the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠old Park Seong-hyeon... if I were still ParkSeonghyeon123, you'd already be dead, you fucking bitch.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, whatever. Just give me the room already."

I handed a room to the asshole customer, then slipped out the inn's back door and chain-smoked like crazy. Cigarettes I'd stolen from Gendus's room.

No money, no hope. A virgin NEET shut-in.

But in here, at least, things had once been brilliant. I missed Hyeon-seong. The days when the two of us had swept across battlefields together. I missed them so much it ached.

From the information I'd gathered while working at this inn, my current situation looked extremely precarious. As everyone knows, in Dystoa Online, one death means permanent deletion. Now that I was actually inside the game, if I got into an accident or got caught up in some incident and died, I would really die.

Even if this was a safe beginner village, there was no telling when some lunatics might storm in and start a massacre.

Sextia's excellent security existed only because a top-ranking guild had its back.

Cor Forte.

A guild whose name meant "strong heart," it was widely regarded as the most newbie-friendly guild on the server. That was exactly why it protected Sextia, and exactly why players didn't casually mess with the place.

But guys like Hyeon-seong and me—there had been plenty of them even when I was still high in the rankings. The vicious types who made tormenting others their hobby, then turned it into their entire lifestyle.

To prepare for that kind of shit, I needed to get stronger... When I still thought of this as just a game character, I charged in without fear. Now that I knew dying meant actually dying, the fear hit hard. What if I die? I haven't even had sex yet. So here I was—still classless, still just a part-timer at a beginner village inn.

"Did you hear? Another player-on-player kill in Sextia this time."

"Holy shit... even this place isn't a safe zone anymore. Gotta level up and get out of here fast."

...

I'm scared.

Embarrassing as it was, jerking off to thoughts of Philia before falling asleep had become my daily routine.

Long red hair that just barely brushed past her shoulders. Pale, flawless skin. Perfectly balanced eyes, nose, and lips set on top of it. Thick lashes and those orange eyes.

And more important than anything else—the biggest pair of breasts you could proudly claim in this entire village. Buttons on her clothes straining desperately to hold those massive tits in place.

Firm, elastic thighs. For some reason she never wore socks, and even her individual toes looked ridiculously fuckable. Fuck.

The sex drive that had exploded lately could no longer be handled by masturbation alone. Ever since I touched Elanea's breasts, something weird had clearly changed inside me.

A fucking sentence flashed through my mind.

Rapist? Hidden class? Hold on.

This game has a class like that? And if the rarity is Very High... that's the same tier as Different-Race Trainer?

My original class, Different-Race Trainer, had been Very High rarity. Classes of that grade could be counted on one hand—maybe eight or nine across the entire server. Out of thousands of classes, only the chosen few stumbled into a hidden class by pure chance.

In my case, I'd gotten completely lost while running a dungeon, wandered forever, and somehow ended up in a tiny village built by summoners and tamers—Acrapis. I freeloaded there for a while and eventually climbed all the way to ranker status.

I made it sound simple, but becoming a Different-Race Trainer had been brutal. I'd nearly died more times than I could count. After all that suffering...

And now, while I was pitifully jerking off thinking about Philia—while I was fantasizing about grabbing her tits and slamming into her pussy—in the middle of this depressing lust relief session... a hidden class unlock?

I hurriedly pulled my pants up, left the room, and prowled the inn corridor. Philia's room was at the very end of the long wooden hallway.

Might as well test the skills while I'm at it. Should I go? No, wait. Wait.

I forced down whatever this feeling was—excitement ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠or despair, I couldn't tell—and went back into my room. I sat on the bed and decided to think it through calmly.

How do I even open the skill window? In web novels they just yell "Skill Window!"

Skill Window!

Yeah, that wasn't it. After a few dozen minutes of struggle I finally figured it out. If I clearly visualized the skill window image in my head, it appeared in front of my eyes like a floating display.

Hold on. What the hell is this setup? Not a combat class? I literally just have to have sex—and only rape at that?

...

What kind of fucking class is this? Even so, the rarity is Very High. Does that mean my stats skyrocket every time I rape someone? Is it one of those classes that just raises your base power level, like Farmer or Athlete...

More than anything, there were way too few basic skills. The system had called it the Rapist "class," so there was probably a separate class awakening later... maybe more skills unlocked further down the line.

Whatever. I don't get it. I'm going to sleep for today. Staring at the skill window and reading all that text had worn me out. Rape can wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow...

"Seong-hyeon. You're up early today?"

"Good morning, Matis."

This was my first time clocking in this early, but Matis always seemed to be out first. The guy was a classic skinny middle-aged uncle character. Friendly face, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠easygoing and kind—your neighborhood ahjussi type.

"Matis, does Philia usually not come out this early?"

"Philia's off today. She's probably still sleeping in her room."

Twitch—

"Matis, I'm just gonna hit the bathroom real quick."

"Take your time~ I'll handle pretty much everything else."

Philia. I'm coming for you. Wearing the black mask I'd made myself last night before bed.

Straight to your room.