The Laundry Room Predator
I thought to myself that I was actually extremely used to kissing, but I pretended otherwise. I didn’t dare tell her the truth. If I’d been honest with the vast majority of women I’d kissed so far, the odds of getting punched in the gut out of pure rage were sky-high. So lying had become a habit. I simply kept my head down, acting shy and coy, while desperately wishing this moment would end as quickly as possible.
“…Hmm♡ Looks like you’re not that familiar with kissing after all♡ Haven’t done it much, have you…? Right…?”
“Y-yes…♥”
“…Hmmm♡ Kissing alone just isn’t enough, it seems…♡ Take your clothes off and show me that naked body.”
“…….”
“Answer me.”
“B-but… that’s different from what you promised… You said it would only be a kiss…”
“God fucking damn it… Kissing alone isn’t calming this thing down♡”
The young laundry room attendant grabbed my hand and forcibly pressed it against her crotch. Even through her clothes, I could feel the scorching heat radiating from her pussy, along with a faint trace of slick moisture beginning to seep out.
“…E-even so… being n-naked… I can’t do that…”
“Should I spread a rumor around the entire school…? No, the entire country…? That from the very start of the semester, you’ve been a cum-rag whore who fucks any woman who looks at you? Once that gets out, you won’t be able to live a normal life. You’re kind of famous, aren’t you? Your popularity isn’t normal. Every girl in school will be watching your dorm room to see how many women come and go. Oh, and you know I have your dorm address, right? I’ll leak that too. Think carefully. Just close your eyes and show me your naked body once… Or, fine. Just the upper body. The upper body’s okay, isn’t it?”
The laundry room worker’s endless stream of threats and persuasion continued. If I had been in my right mind, I might have told her to stop talking nonsense. But after everything I’d suffered at the hands of those wild elves, I was mentally exhausted. At some point, I simply decided to do whatever she wanted so I could rest as soon as possible.
“…J-just the upper body… Only the upper body…”
I began removing the top half of my Academy uniform. I took off the vest, loosened the tie, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt one by one…
“Ah, fuck…♡ I can’t hold back anymore♡”
While I was in that awkward position with one arm halfway out of my sleeve, the laundry room worker shoved me down and pounced. I couldn’t even put up a proper fight. I fell backward, landing hard on my ass with a pathetic “Ugh… ugh…” before she forcibly undid my belt, popped open the button, yanked down the zipper, and ripped my pants off.
I panicked and tried to block her with one hand in that uncomfortable position, but she stubbornly grabbed the waistband of my underwear and yanked them down too, completely exposing me.
“…This is different from what you promised… L-let go…”
“Shut the fuck up♡ Stay still…♡ By the way, you’re ridiculously weak…♡ What kind of ability user are you? Superhuman? Telekinesis? Pyrokinesis? Lightning? What is it?”
“…….”
“Not talking? Should I squeeze your cock and balls until they pop?”
I caught a flicker of fear in the laundry room worker’s eyes. She seemed to be on high alert, wondering if I might have some kind of supernatural power. Like a wild beast sensing potential danger, she gripped my penis and testicles tightly, ready to crush them with real force the moment I tried anything funny.
She was clearly wary of me, aware that if I used an ability to resist, she might end up on the receiving end instead. And when I stayed silent about my powers, she gradually applied more pressure with her hand to show she wasn’t bluffing.
The pain grew sharper, so I finally blurted out the truth.
“…I-I don’t have any… Aagh, it hurts… Hngh…♥ J-just… my agility is a bit higher than normal… That’s all… Aagh… I-I told you, so please let go… It hurts… It really hurts…”
“Hmm. Is that the truth? If you’re lying, you’ll regret it… By the way, is it because you’re a guy? You get into the Academy with nothing but slightly better agility? Fucking ridiculous world… Just because you have a dick, you get special treatment… What the hell is this ‘male quota system’… It’s all bullshit… Fucking bullshit. I’ve already failed the entrance exam twice…”
It turned out the young laundry room attendant was a third-time applicant to the Academy. She was subtly venting her resentment at having failed to enter the National Hunter Academy on me. While grumbling and tormenting me, her eyes suddenly landed on the yin-crest tattoo on my lower abdomen, which had been hidden beneath the shirt she hadn’t fully removed yet.
She had been on high alert, worried I might possess powers like telekinesis or pyrokinesis. Once that tension eased, she finally noticed it.
“…What the hell is this…? A tattoo on your pubic area? Wait… is this a yin-crest? And the tattoos above it… ‘Sex Slave, SEX SLAVE, sex slaves, Kim Dojin.’ …What the fuck is this?”
Too ashamed to even meet her eyes, I jerked my head sharply to the side.
“…This bastard. So you’re not just a random slut… Wait, don’t tell me… you’ve already been trained by someone?”
The young laundry room worker looked genuinely stunned. At the same time, as she scanned my face and body, her expression shifted to one of deep regret.
“…Fuck, I wanted to be the one to train you… I’m pretty confident in my training skills too… With that weak personality, dumb face, and stupid brain, I figured you’d get turned into a disposable cum-rag sex slave for the Academy girls to enjoy and throw away… But looking at this face and those tattoos… They’re probably planning to keep blackmailing and fucking you even after graduation… Yeah, I’d do the same if I were them…”
From her muttered monologue, it was clear this young woman didn’t fully understand the male service department system. She assumed that someone as weak and docile-looking as me had already been caught by the sadistic Academy girls (just like now) and was in the middle of being trained as a sex slave.
She also seemed unfamiliar with the yin-crest. Unlike the Academy students, she didn’t even consider registering herself as its owner. Whenever Academy students or teachers saw my yin-crest, they’d immediately touch it, manipulate the mana, get excited about there being “no firewall,” and rush to register as its master… This young staff member clearly didn’t know those common practices.
‘…Is that why she keeps failing the Academy entrance exam?’
I felt a small sense of relief. She had called me stupid and slow, but from my perspective, she was the one who seemed relatively slow and stupid. Well… compared to the other female students and teachers at the Academy, at least. She still seemed stronger and smarter than me, though.
“…Haa♡ Fuck♡ Anyway, seeing a yin-crest tattoo on your pubic mound and ‘Sex Slave’ written on your lower belly… is so fucking hot…♡”
She pulled out her phone, looked down at me from above, and started taking pictures. I covered my face, but she ordered me to move my hands away.
“Hands off your face? Want me to hit you?”
When she raised a clenched fist, I got scared and quickly lowered my hands. Why does this always happen to me… The unfairness and misery of the world made tears stream down my cheeks.
“D-don’t hit me… Hic… Sob…”
“I won’t hit you, so just move your hands. That’s it. Good. Hey. Look straight at the camera. Yeah. Just like that.”
— Click. Click. Click. Beep~ —
The sound of the camera switching from photo to video mode echoed.
“Say your name and age.”
“…….”
When I stayed silent, she clenched her fist again. It was clearly a threat that she would hit me if I didn’t answer, so I quickly opened my mouth.
“…Kim Dojin… twenty years old…”
“Say that you’re having sex with me by mutual consent.”
“…Excuse me?”
“God, just say it.”
She made a terrifying face and raised her hand. I flinched and quickly said exactly what she wanted.
‘…This is different… The Academy teachers and female students already know that consent obtained through blackmail is invalid, so instead of making me say I consent, they usually force me to film even more humiliating videos… That way, even if it’s blackmail at its core, I can’t easily report it or tell anyone on the outside…’
This young laundry room worker felt like she was missing about two percent… No, maybe twenty percent. It was probably that lack of cunning that kept her from passing the National Hunter Academy entrance exam and made her a third-time applicant.
“…I-I am having… sex by mutual consent…”
“Hehehe♡ Good boy♡ You said it so well♡ Now we’re not committing rape♡ We’re having passionate consensual sex♡ Got it?”
“…B-but… you were going to hit me if I didn’t say it…”
“Hehehehe♡ I can just edit that part out of the video, can’t I? Even if you report it, you’ll be the one charged with filing a false accusation♡”
‘That won’t work…’
The police and investigative agencies weren’t idiots. People who did nothing but eat and investigate all day wouldn’t fall for such sloppy crimes. She really was a rather incompetent rapist.
‘…Should I report her properly later? Get her thrown in jail?’
The thought of making this rapist suffer a little crossed my mind, but the fear of her spreading the photos and video came first.