Chapter 2: Dispenser (1)
I finally tracked down the place the civil servant girl had directed me to, but the building in front of me was nothing like what I'd imagined.
Rumors had painted it as the abyss for humans, so I'd half-expected some demon king's castle or something equally ominous. Instead, there stood a perfectly normal-looking high-rise building.
"Did I get the wrong spot...?"
But checking the directions again confirmed it—this was the place.
Even after double- and triple-checking, no doubt.
Maybe it was par for the course.
The job was shrouded in rumors from the start.
The name Dispenser had spread far and wide, but no one knew shit about what it actually entailed. Not a single solid detail.
I was just as clueless, knowing only the name itself.
Right up until I'd staked everything on this shady gig, I'd tried digging for info, but all I could uncover was that Dispensers were some kind of government-backed operation run by the World Government, complete with job placements.
Scratch that—nations didn't even exist anymore. "World project" was more accurate.
But that wasn't the point.
The only other scrap was that it had popped up around the time the World Government formed and had recruited a ton of people since.
Which only fueled the sketchy rumors even more.
If they'd hired multiple waves, there should be Dispensers everywhere... yet zero info on them.
"No wonder the rumors are so fucked."
Stuff like you go in and never come out, or they're doing magical human experiments, or the World Government has a deal with demons requiring regular sacrifices.
Some idiot even claimed it was about being meat shields against monsters spilling from dimensional rifts that never fully closed.
Yeah, claims.
True or bullshit? No way to know.
Still, arriving at a normal-looking building eased my nerves a bit.
Or rather, I wanted it to.
No matter how you sliced it, this couldn't be some fantasy-novel horror show straight out of the rumors.
The world was already a total fantasy shitshow, though.
Gulp. I swallowed hard.
Forcing my leaden feet forward, I stepped through the smoothly sliding automatic doors with a soft whoosh.
"Huh?"
And that's when I saw them.
Hordes of non-human races.
The residents from other dimensions now sharing this fucked-up Earth with us.
Sure, dimensions merging made "from other dimensions" a bit of a misnomer, but from my perspective, they were everywhere.
Honestly, spotting non-humans wasn't shocking anymore.
Many merged Earths had humans, so our kind still dominated numbers-wise, but step outside and half the crowd was non-human.
After two years in this world, seeing them barely registered.
Except when every single one was female.
And the moment I walked in, all those non-human women turned and eyed me like I was a snack, licking their lips.
"F-fuck..."
It was goddamn terrifying.
Not just staring—dozens smacking their lips while fixating on me.
Let me say it again: humans were in a shitty spot in this world.
Dimensions smashing together boosted our numbers enough to hold some ground, but compared to other races, we were inherently weak as hell.
Physical stats, magic, superpowers—pick your poison.
Nothing where we outclassed them.
Sure, there were "strong humans" or "humans who'd gotten strong."
But not me.
If I were one of those rare cases, I wouldn't be crawling into a place like this.
So, like most humans, I was just cannon fodder.
And every non-human eyeing me here could squash a loser like me without breaking a sweat.
Even the softest-looking one nearby.
A wearbeast—a lycanthrope—swishing a wolf-like tail, staring hungrily.
She cradled her massive tits with both arms, looking like a cosplayer with wolf ears and tail. But wearbeasts were infamous for their monstrous strength.
That woman could rip my bones from my flesh like tissue paper.
The beastkin over there with prominent horns on her forehead—a minotaur—was the same.
Despite the name, she just looked like a busty horned chick, but months ago, a drunk minotaur goring a human in half made headlines.
The perp was a bulkier male with bigger horns, but gender didn't create that big a gap—like with humans. She could bisect me too.
The lamia with a snake lower body, the slime girl oozing nearby...
All of them could wreck a human like me effortlessly.
"Uh, u-uhh..."
I instinctively backed up, nearly bolting, but something squishy hit my back.
"Heh, check this out. You're scared shitless, huh? Shoulda listened and used the back door like it said. Front entrance is bad juju. Hell, you probably couldn't even stomach walking in the front."
The voice right behind my head told me I was blocked.
"Whatever. Before those horny bitches cause a scene, let's move you first."
It'll make you wanna puke, she added.
Before I could react, the terrifying women vanished.
And yeah, my stomach lurched hard.
"Urp..."
"Don't puke there—too much hassle to clean. If you gotta, use this."
She shoved a black bag at me.
Familiar as hell. I snatched it and hurled into it right there.
Only crumbs from the center's snacks today, so mostly dry heaves. But it settled my gut a bit.
Then it clicked.
Teleportation magic.
The kind only high-tier magic users could pull off.
Without mana resistance, it's brutal—or so I'd heard. Now I knew: pure hell.
Like being spun like a top by a giant. My head still spun from the aftereffects. Took a while to steady my breathing.
"Better now?"
I flinched at the voice.
Only then did I remember the one who'd teleported me out was still here.
Grateful for the save, I looked up—and locked eyes with the woman peering down at me.
"Hngh..."
I sucked in a breath. She was stunningly hot.
Black hair to her waist, tight short skirt hugging her hips. And those huge tits barely contained by what looked like a bra, leaving me unsure where to look. She squatted, lollipop in mouth, staring.
Plop. She spat it out and offered it.
"Want a suck? Sugar's best for dizziness."
"...N-no, I'm good."
Somehow refused the half-eaten candy.
Truth be told, part of me wanted to slurp it eagerly. She was that gorgeous. Any guy would fantasize about a beauty offering her licked candy.
But what if it led to disaster? I wanted to live long, skinny or not.
"Suit yourself. Anyway..."
She popped it back in, grinned.
"Stop averting your eyes. Wanna stare? Go ahead. It's not gonna wear out."
She spread her legs. Her already-short skirt revealed everything inside.
I gawked, eyes wide.
Her whisper tickled my ear.
"Oh yeah, no panties today."
True enough.
No panties whatsoever.
"Damn, overserviced you... Eh, whatever."
She scratched her head.
"So, whaddya think?"
"...Huh?"
"Not 'huh'—how's my pussy look?"
"......"
What the fuck do you say to that?
She looked like a drop-dead gorgeous lunatic... but one who casually teleported, strong as hell.
First time meeting her, and she's asking about her pussy? Brain freeze.
No way I'd ever imagined this. Even if I had, no clue how to respond.
"Don't overthink it."
Making sense? My face must've shown it.
"For real. I'm asking, so a slightly hurtful answer won't piss me off. I'm not that shameless."
...But you'd rage if it was more than "slightly," right? Now?
I pondered.
She looked human—insanely hot human—but no human wielded teleportation that effortlessly, chantless.
So, definitely non-human.
Made the situation... somewhat explainable. Maybe for her species, this was normal.
Doubtful, but in this world, common sense flipped daily.
...Finally, I asked.
"...Y-you really want an honest answer?"
She nodded, amused, peering down. I spoke.
Honest impression of what I saw.
"...A pretty pink pussy. Really pretty."
Never thought I'd compliment a pussy in my life. But it was genuinely gorgeous enough to warrant it.
Pale pink, sealed tight like untouched virgin territory. Unlikely for a woman flashing a stranger, but still pretty.
"Hnn... Told you to say it, and you actually did?"
Her low voice made me flinch.
Fucked up. Shouldn't have trusted.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing. But no spell hit, no matter how long I waited.
Cracking an eye, she stared down, highly amused.
"You're a fun one."
Not passing you yet, though. She extended a hand.
"......?"
I stared blankly. She sighed.
"Get up. Or keep admiring my pussy? Fine by me, but you won't work here."
Work...?
Right. Why I came.
Dispenser job. I grabbed her hand awkwardly; she yanked me up with freakish strength belying her looks.
"Got your papers? Front door aside, without 'em, you couldn't even see this place."
That spell on the documents, she explained.
Ah, so that's what it was.
"...H-here."
Why such secrecy? Rumors flooded back, shrinking me as I handed over the envelope.
"Good."
She skimmed them, smirked.
"Hanjo, huh? Kang Hanjo? Mispronounce it, and it's 'strong cock.'"
"......"
Yeah, got teased for it as a kid.
Beat the shit outta every bully. Orphanage director always whipped me into apologizing, though. Still, I'd wallop anyone mocking my name.
My name.
Kang Hanjo.
Barely used since the world went to hell—or even before. Felt awkward hearing it.
Parents dumped me at the orphanage but named me first, like some parting gift.
Why name the kid you abandon? So everyone calling it reminds me of faceless deadbeat parents? And "Hanjo"? Not even pretty.
Siwoo or something would've been cooler.
Kang Siwoo—sounds badass.
Kang Hanjo—shitty name.
I hated it.
"...Anyway, papers check out. No medical history, look healthy enough. Just a quick check left."
She finished scanning, grinned wickedly at me.
"Let's see if you live up to the name."
Live up to the name? How?
Then—whoosh—my pants slid down on their own. Pants and underwear yanked off together.
"Wheew~"
She whistled at the sight.
"Name checks out. Strong cock indeed."