Outcast Loser X Blonde Delinquent (3)
For a moment, I doubted my own ears. What he meant was that I—word for word, with my own mouth—was supposed to beg him to violate this body of mine, now turned into a woman's.
And night or not, this was, unmistakably, the middle of a wide-open alley. It sounded like a declaration that he intended to do far worse than merely toy with my chest... He couldn't possibly—
"Y-you're going to r-rape me... right here...?"
"'Rape,' huh... Well, you're not wrong."
An evasive answer... but it told me he fully intended to have his way with me in this alley, come what may. Just for this one moment, I found myself wishing I could go back to the past. If anything... I almost missed the days when he would beat me for no reason at all—because right now, fear had my whole body shaking.
If I was going to be violated by this bastard here and now... then I'd almost rather...
"C-couldn't you just... beat me up instead? Please?"
"Why would I? You finally turned into a girl, didn't you?"
"What does me becoming a woman have to do with any of this...?"
"Because pounding you turns me on way more than hitting you ever could?"
"..."
The sheer absurdity of what came out of Geumtaeyang's mouth left me speechless. I was a man to begin with. My body may have become a woman's, but I had been born male...
"You're not even gay, so why..."
"What was that?"
"I was a man to begin with...!"
"You're a woman now, aren't you?"
"No—I mean, I used to be a man...!"
"And honestly? That just makes it even hotter."
Nothing I said was getting through. I tried every way I could to talk my way out of it, but it was useless. What kind of twisted taste was this, anyway? Everyone else looked at people stricken with TS Syndrome with the same disgust you'd show an insect. In the past, I had felt that very same revulsion toward them myself... and now that I'd become the thing I used to loathe, I despised even my own reflection...
But Geumtaeyang was different. Not admiration... not contempt... nothing but a face filled to the brim with warped madness and desire. If anything, his obsession with me had grown far more intense since I'd become a woman.
Geumtaeyang parted his lips with a sinister, madness-laced smile.
"I mean... everyone else finds it gross, can't stand it—but me? Not even a little."
"I'm... sorry, what?"
"Somebody else, maybe. But this is you we're talking about, no?"
"..."
Was he trying to confess his feelings or something? Was I seriously supposed to be hearing this from a lunatic who'd gone beyond tormenting me and now wanted to violate me? Even in this very moment, he had both my wrists pinned beneath a single hand... pressing me flush against the wall...
"Haa..."
"So you've finally given up, huh?"
"Oh..."
"The struggling, I mean."
I had only gone still because I was dumbfounded, the fight knocked clean out of me... but Geumtaeyang apparently took it for meek surrender. Grasping at the last thread of hope I had, I begged him one more time.
"Please... spare me..."
"Can't hear you?"
A playful voice... one that seemed to say there was no way back now. He went beyond just giving me that lecherous look... and slowly dragged his tongue across his lips, like a predator savoring the sight of its prey.
A chill crawled over me and my whole body trembled uncontrollably, but he wasn't about to wait for me. As if my permission meant nothing at all... Geumtaeyang pushed the hand he'd slipped inside my hoodie in even deeper.
His enormous hand, which had wriggled its way inside, was freer now—it skimmed across my bare skin, rough and exploratory... then seized my breast in a hard grip.
"Hiihk...!♡ No... someone might come by here..."
"No one's coming. In a dark alley like this, the only thing that carries is your moaning."
"Th-then my moaning would be heard, wouldn't it...!"
"Then try holding it in, why don't you."
There was nothing to be done. Whatever I said, that lunatic Geumtaeyang apparently intended to take me right here. My wrists were pinned, so I couldn't even cover my mouth... All I could do was bite my lips shut to keep the moans from spilling out.
Biting down that hard split my lip, and blood seeped through the wound and trickled down... Geumtaeyang leaned in until the tips of our noses nearly touched... then licked the bead of blood from my lip with his tongue.
"Hnn...!♡"
"Shall we get started, then?"
The hand that had been cupping and kneading my breast slipped away... and this time he set his index finger and thumb against my nipple, giving it a light pinch. A jolt shot out from the bud as if electricity had coursed through it...
"Hnn...!♡ Wh-what is this...!"
"What does it sound like? That's the sound of you feeling good."
Feeling good? Ridiculous. A sound had escaped before I knew it, and I hurriedly clamped my mouth shut to hold the rest in, but...
"Wh-why would I... hah...!♡ why are sounds like that coming out of my mouth...!"
"Then why are they coming out?"
Geumtaeyang grinned like this was the best fun he'd had all day and twisted my nipple even harder. For an instant it felt like electricity... spreading all the way through me... My vision gradually whited out, and...
"It's not...! I said it isn't...!♡"
"Still 'no,' even like this?"
Geumtaeyang, who had been watching me steadily as I kept denying everything... this time yanked my nipple hard. The bud stretched taut, dragging my breast along with it... A dizzying ache surged from my nipple, yet strangely—unnaturally—that pain seemed to curdle into pleasure. Until the pleasure fused with the pain and swelled, my lower belly giving a deep, humming throb, as though something hot were boiling up inside me...
Was a body remade into a woman's simply supposed to feel this good? No... why am I even thinking that it feels good? It felt as though the self that had been a man was being melted down into a woman's... I don't know. This clearly wasn't me... No. I only wanted to believe it wasn't me...
"N-never...! This isn't meeee...!♡ Hnn...!♡"
"Feels that good, does it? Hm?"
"It doesn't...! It doesn't feel good at aaall...♡ Hnnnn...!♡"
"Really, now?"
"Yes, th-that's right, so please, please take your hand off my nipple nooow...! Hnn...!♡"
"Well, then. Shall I stop right here, just like you asked?"
When I—who had been buried so deep in pleasure I couldn't think straight—screamed at him to let go, Geumtaeyang, who had been pinching and twisting and violating my nipple, flicked his fingers away. The bud burned and throbbed... It was surely swollen red by now. It felt like something had surged up toward the surface only to stop dead right at the threshold. Some deep place inside me tingled and smoldered, and the way that rising, shameful heat had been left unresolved left me aching with frustration.
What on earth was this? Why, of all things...? Flustered, I could only spill faint moans... and glare at Geumtaeyang with resentful eyes for letting go so abruptly.
"Hnn...♡ Nnn...♡ Why... w-why on earth...!"
"Why? Because I want you begging for it yourself, that's why."
Even as I kept denying every word that poured out of Geumtaeyang's mouth... my overheated body was answering with brutal honesty. Shame brought the tears around in a rush, welling up at the corners of my eyes. My vision blurred bit by bit... and a tear slipped down my cheek.
All this time Geumtaeyang had tormented me, and I had never once cried... Was it because of this body, changed into a woman's? I clenched my teeth and tried to hold it in... but the tears broke free on their own. If I were still a man, I wouldn't have fallen apart like this... I turned my head, desperate not to let him see me cry, but in the aftermath of having my nipple toyed with, my whole body had gone boneless... and I couldn't move it an inch. My body may have become a woman's, but I still believed my mind was a man's. And yet the tears falling now weren't born of anger... but of shame and terror.
"Tsk..."
Geumtaeyang clicked his tongue, then wiped my tears away with his thumb in one smooth stroke. Then, curling the corners of his mouth upward, he brought his face to my ear and murmured low.
"Don't cry. We're only just getting started—tears this early would spoil the fun."
"You're out of your mind. You..."
The hot breath that had been circling my ear brushed past the nape of my neck, and a shiver wracked my body. Watching my reaction, Geumtaeyang curled his lips up again...
"'You,' is it...? Don't you think it's about time you started calling me Geumtaeyang?"
His sudden coziness—this cajoling, familiar way of dealing with me now—made me grind my teeth.
"For a thug like you, even hearing your own name is a luxury...!"
"Yeah? Then drop the honorifics and just say my name."
"Haa... I don't think I owe the man who's about to rape me any obligation to listen to him."
"Ha... fair enough. Can't help that, I suppose."
As if taking a step back, Geumtaeyang's face drew away from my ear. My eyes met his as he glared down at me, dark and ominous... and he opened his mouth, his words pressing down on me like a weight.
"So then... I can slip my hand into your panties now, right?"
There he went again. Whenever I didn't move the way he wanted, Geumtaeyang always turned coercive like this. If he was going to do it anyway, why bother asking permission? And... I'm sorry, what? This was my body now—my body that had become a woman's. The place between my legs, one even I had never dared to lay a finger on... and Geumtaeyang was telling me he wanted to touch it.
"Don't tell me you're doing this because I wouldn't call your name... wouldn't drop the formalities...?"
"Who knows?"
"P-please stop... I'm b-begging you..."
I pleaded, I begged... but if anything, my begging only seemed to excite him—I could see the front of his pants swelling until it looked ready to burst. Which meant... that lunatic's cock was standing grotesquely erect... from watching me.
"Ah..."
"The more you resist, the harder it gets me. Didn't you know?"
"..."
"Come on, help me settle this hard-on down, won't you?"
At that impossible demand, I shook my head—but Geumtaeyang, whose purpose from the very start had been to rape me... drew his hand out of my hoodie... undid his pants with one hand... and shoved trousers and underwear down in a single motion. That massive monstrosity sprang free with a bounce... Perhaps it matched his towering frame, because that part of him was in a league of its own too. It was big enough that my eyes went round just staring—the thing looked about the size of my forearm... and at least twice as large as mine had ever been, back when I was a man. Faced with that overwhelming size, all I felt was a quiet, crushing defeat.
"W-wait, hold on..."
"What?"
"D-don't tell me you're planning to ram that grotesque thing into my pussy?"
"'Grotesque,' is it?"
"N-no, that's not... I mean..."
"Then what."
"It's just... it's so big, that's the only word that came to mind."
"So you're saying it's grotesque."
"No, that's not what I...!"
"Forget it. However long I listen, it'll be the same thing."
The amusement drained from Geumtaeyang's face in an instant. Even the mischievous curl of his lips from moments before had frozen solid. I had only said it because it was monstrous... I wanted to protest, to defend myself against the injustice of it... but Geumtaeyang was faster, hooking one hand into my pants and dragging them and my panties down together.
"Huh...?"
"You said it yourself, didn't you? That my cock was grotesque."
"N-no... when you see a cock that big and thick, of course you call it grotesque—what else would you call it...!"
"Yeah? Then let's find out for ourselves."
"Find out... what?"
"What happens to you when you get nailed by a cock as grotesque as all that. I'm curious, you know?"
"Huh...?"
"Here I come, then...?"
There was no gap left for me to stop him. Geumtaeyang's grotesquely swollen cock ground roughly against the entrance of my pussy, and then...
"Hnnn...♡"
in one smooth plunge—
"Ohhh...!♡"
The hot, thick length pried the seam apart and drove deep inside me.
"Hnn...!♡ It hurts... it hurts...!"
"Don't worry. This grotesque cock of yours—the very one you kept complaining about—will have you feeling good in no time."