Beautiful World
The novel is set on a parallel-dimension Earth.
— Song Dahyun's Perspective —
Why am I like this?
He asked if I was a virgin and I just admitted it straight out. He told me to call him Master and I did it without a second thought. Even after the words left my mouth, I was still reeling. Somehow it was almost impossible to refuse him, and my heart was hammering so hard it hurt.
Tears welled up at the thought of losing my virginity like this — half-forced, as a woman — and yet the thought kept surfacing that at least it was Kim Ian. Frighteningly so… when had I even seen him enough to feel that way?
There's no going back now.
The head of his cock was pressed against my entrance… I still couldn't gauge how big it really was. But just as he'd said, my body seemed genuinely lewd — that place kept trembling and twitching, batting against his tip over and over. My own reactions were starting to unnerve me.
Then his rough hands seized my waist, and the head of his cock pushed forward a fraction.
"Here we go!!!"
It's okay, Dahyun. You were going to lose it someday anyway.
I rationalized it to myself and shut my eyes. The modified cat pose — or whatever this strange position was — had my whole body wound tight with tension. Something drove forward as if it meant to tear my pussy clean open, bare skin grinding against the most sensitive place I had, and a moan tore out of me on pure reflex at the unfamiliar sensation.
"Nngh…"
It was so tight. So full.
I'd heard he was huge, but how…
I couldn't be sure, but from the aching stretch and the pull, it felt bigger than a baby's fist.
— If you've got a lewd body, it won't hurt at all.
His words flashed through my mind. A lewd body feels no pain… Everything I'd done for him today could easily paint me as a shameless woman. Letting him use my body however he wanted for the sake of a project. Declaring myself his slave the moment he asked.
In a sudden panic I cried out — a fake scream.
"Aaah!!! It hurts!!"
Am I really that lewd…? It doesn't hurt at all.
There was only the deep, heavy stretch, and that strange sensation rising from my virgin walls as they chewed around the head of his cock.
"It hurts? Want me to stay like this?"
Something feels unfinished. I don't even hate this weird feeling.
But I knew better than to say that. It would make me sound far too filthy.
"Th-then… yes. Stay like this… just a little longer, please."
I really must be a lewd woman. Even now my pussy was pouring out slick, gnawing and milking his cock. I'd never heard of a first time that didn't hurt — not even without him saying so. Taking something like that without pain… wasn't that the body of someone born for sex?
And that strange, indescribable feeling from inside my walls was growing stronger, making me feel better and better. I wanted more of it — like a thirst. My breasts were already swollen so tight they ached, and my whole body was burning hot.
Waiting. It hadn't even been long, but every stroke of his hands over my ass and back turned my entire body into an erogenous zone — past ticklish, straight into pure sexual pleasure.
"Nn… mmh…"
At least I'm lucky. If it had hurt badly, something this size probably wouldn't have been usable until April.
I could feel my whole body heating up in real time, so I was certain now — I was one of those one-in-a-hundred women he'd talked about. But I didn't want him to see me that way.
Just a little poke from a piece of meat and I'm already like this?
A rush of heat. My body temperature spiked higher, and I felt like I couldn't hold on much longer. His hands brushing my back, my ass, my thighs, and the sensation climbing from inside my pussy were all growing stronger by the second.
"Th—"
"Rested enough? Then I'll put a little more in. Your hymen — if you're telling the truth, it should still be there. Want me to tear it straight through, or take it slow?"
His voice was full of laughter. I flinched, wondering if he'd already figured out how lewd my body was.
"J-just… do whatever you want."
Yeah. I don't want to stop again like this.
"Good. That's how a slave should answer."
"Yes."
His hands gripped my waist and hips again, and the head of his cock began to push deeper into me, bit by bit. A hot thing stirring my insides. There should have been enormous pain — but the tip slid in as if greased, leaving only that heavy stretch, while the good feeling grew stronger and stronger.
"Nngh… ah!!"
"Slowly?"
I shook my head.
A snort. A laugh? A habit? The sound of him snickering filled my ears. For a second I wondered if I'd been caught and should drop the act — but with his cock still easing in so slowly, maybe not? My thoughts spun in confusion.
Something's definitely tearing. But it doesn't hurt?
Something massive was entering me, and my pussy was stretching wider than it should ever be able to. I could feel something rupturing — and instead of pain, it only felt good. I even started resenting how teasingly slow that cockhead was going.
My pussy, completely beyond my control, kept chewing and milking his cock like it was welcoming him, and that only amplified the sensation further. Then, as the tip passed a certain spot, a pleasure I'd never felt in my entire life bloomed inside me.
That raised place… he was rocking the head of his cock back and forth in tiny movements, scraping it deliberately.
"Ah… ah… ahhk… ah… ah…"
I can't take this. How am I supposed to hold back pleasure like this…
I couldn't even think about acting anymore. I tried to swallow the moans, but every time he scraped that spot with his cockhead, I couldn't completely stop the sounds from escaping.
He stopped.
He caught me.
Something hard pressed against my back. His breath brushed my ear — and even that breath was stimulating me. I hated how lewd my body was.
"You're… acting, aren't you? Trying to hide that lewd body of yours?"
I flinched. A wave of humiliation and shame crashed over me — and right behind it, a delayed rush of thrill. Every emotion in my head whipped into a storm, and I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter.
"That's an order. Answer me. Honestly."
An order — how was I supposed to answer? I wanted to look good for him. I wanted into the agency with him. I wanted to get on his girlfriend's line too… and I was starting to like him.
I could never say any of that out loud.
But in that moment, my body betrayed me.
"Yes… I'm sorry. I wanted to look good for you. I was afraid you'd hate me if I was lewd."
"Kh… puhahaha."
He straightened up again and gripped my hips hard. Completely ignoring how nervous I was, he burst into open laughter and didn't say a word for a long moment.
How… is my body controlling my brain?
While I was still reeling from that thought, his voice cut straight through my ears. Words that would have terrified me under normal circumstances. But looking at how this lewd body of mine was reacting right now, it felt like everything he said would come true.
"It's fine. I like lewd bodies. Bodies like that — once they get a taste of my cock, they come begging for it every single day… kh… what are you gonna do? Looks like you're really going to end up a slave."
— Protagonist's Perspective —
When I'd transferred ten percent of the pleasure to Ahn Jeongeun, her body had already been flushed and burning from one climax. But Song Dahyun, with the pleasure transfer at zero percent, was feeling everything even more sensitively — her whole body was on fire.
Chaehyang.
As expected, a broken ability.
Forced by the command to admit she was lewd, squeezing her eyes shut with that "this isn't right" pout on her face — Dahyun was so cute I couldn't help laughing out loud for the first time in a while. I could feel her squirming restlessly through her entire body.
"Put your hands behind your back and clasp them at your waist. A lewd body gets fucked hard — that's the rule."
"What?"
She flinched hard at the words "lewd body," her walls clamping down, a flush spreading from the nape of her neck. She turned her head to the side, pressed her cheek to the floor, and slowly brought the arms she'd stretched forward around behind her back.
I stacked her forearms and gripped them together.
"Like this. Hands to opposite elbows. Got it?"
"Yes…"
I drove the head of my cock forward faster than before. It hit her hymen almost immediately — and I tore straight through it. A wet rip… and I felt hot blood smear over the tip and shaft. She must have felt her hymen tear too; something wistful flickered across the face she'd turned to the side.
"Ah… ahh… ahhk…"
Eyes still closed, lips slightly parted, Dahyun's expression finally settled into pure sensation. Watching the shame and the rest of it start to melt away was deeply satisfying.
"You've got real potential to become an excellent meat toilet."
"Ah… a meat toilet…?"
"A woman who takes every single one of my urges without hesitation when I need to unload them. A sex slave."
"Th-that's… ah… the end…"
She must have felt the tip reach the end of her pussy — instead of answering, she trailed off. I snorted a laugh and nudged the head around, searching for that secret space. The moment I found it, I shoved in.
"Ah… what is… this… ah…"
Rip. Rip.
The tearing sounds were basic. Women always said it felt like their guts were being twisted. Well — when the womb got lifted and forced to shift, feeling the entire abdominal cavity get shoved aside starting from the uterus was naturally enough to leave someone like Dahyun completely lost.
"Ah… what the hell… ahhk… ah…"
Buried deep, I began stimulating the raised spot on the boundary between her vaginal canal and the lower cervix, along with the spot near the deepest point. She grew more and more helpless under the pleasure.
"I just entered your womb. Didn't you feel something pop right in?"
"What?!!! Pull it out. You can't go there. It'll break."
Living in the twenty-first century, a woman herself — and she still just believed me when I said I'd gone into her womb. Her eyes, which had been shut, flew open and she tried to lift her upper body. She looked badly startled, even afraid.
I used the stacked arms I was already holding and pulled, hauling her torso up into the air.
"Please… not there. I still have to have kids someday…"
"Puhahaha. No. It's not the womb. People just call it womb sex — it's the gap between the lower cervix and the vagina."
"What…? Then why did you tell me it was the womb…"
The relief in her eyes lasted only a second before it flipped to resentment, and she glared at me. But the moment she confirmed I was laughing, she shook her head hard, too embarrassed to look at me, and dropped her gaze straight down.
Regardless of her shock or her relief, her pussy kept contracting and expanding at a steady rhythm. That was as far as it went, though — a little disappointing.
"It takes about twenty centimeters to really ream this spot and send a woman over. Consider yourself lucky."
"Th-yes."
Was it just me, or had the flush on her nape gone full scarlet? I snorted and locked my right hand hard on her hip, then slowly began rotating my ass clockwise.
Spinning.
A few rounds of this and I was certain she'd hit climax. Normally it wouldn't even be close — but she was fully exposed to Chaehyang. Slick was pouring out of her pussy nonstop.
Rip. Riiip.
Her already-torn pussy screamed under the force of being stretched and rotated. I could feel the muscle fibers tearing in real time. Once those sounds stopped, she'd be able to take my cock properly.
Thinking of Hye-yun, I'll probably need to do this about ten times.
Of course there were variables. Hye-yun's pussy was about to transform into a Myeong-gi, which would mean developing her all over again. And because Dahyun felt no pain at all, it was hard to tell whether she was adapting or not.
I shook off thoughts of other women and focused on Dahyun, listening to the moans right in front of me.
Squelch. Squelch.
She was gushing so much slick that the filthy wet sounds echoed through the entire living room, and Dahyun's moans were steadily turning into full-blown cries of pleasure.
"Ah… ahh… ha… hwaah… ah… aahng… ah…"
"So lewd. Have we even been fucking for five minutes? And you're already screaming like that… kh…"
"…Ah…"