H: A Flower Broken Before the Start (2)
H: A Flower Broken Before the Start (2)
"Kkeu... eung... euueuk, what is this...?"
The night spent being violated by two men—Alice came to her senses in the morning, when the sun had risen high enough to be blinding.
Even after waking up, her body felt strangely heavy and sticky.
Forcing her body to move, Alice roughly untied something clumsily bound around her hands.
"I can't see... what the hell is this?"
She couldn't see.
It felt like something was covering her eyes.
On top of that, there was that familiar yet unpleasant smell coming through her nose.
'What the hell is going on? I clearly remember falling asleep away from that ajusshi last night...'
She had a bad feeling.
Quickly tossing aside the piece of cloth remaining in her hands, Alice removed something with a familiar texture that was covering her eyes, securing her vision.
What came into Alice's view was her torn clothes and one sock that had been taken off.
And her naked body, completely stripped except for that one sock, covered in semen.
"Eh...? Wh-what is this...?"
For a moment, Alice's speech faltered from sheer bewilderment. She tried to get up in a hurry, but something was wrong.
She couldn't put strength into her lower body.
It was a sensation she had never felt before in her life—something was obstructing her, and yet she couldn't muster any strength at all.
Her gaze drifted downward.
She saw her pussy, dripping white semen.
Her virgin pussy, which had definitely been intact before she fell asleep, was now oozing semen as if it was being squeezed out.
Just how much semen had it been holding?
The semen flowing from her pussy had pooled on the floor, forming a puddle.
"Haaah...! Wh-what the hell is this...!"
The situation was even worse down by her ass.
In her ass, which had never been used for anything other than excretion, there was a liquor bottle she had never seen before, shoved inside.
Inside the empty liquor bottle, she could see a small amount of remaining alcohol mixing with the semen flowing out of her anus.
The foreign sensation in her ass, felt for the first time in her life.
Her body didn't know what to do with the discomfort and pleasure of a foreign object that seemed to fill her belly.
In the end, the confused mind's conclusion was to first pull out the bottle that was stuck inside.
"Kkeuuueuuk...! Why, why won't this come out...!"
In a state of panic, she immediately grabbed the bottle and tried to pull, but with her hands slippery from all the semen, pulling out a greasy liquor bottle was no easy task.
With the bottle shoved in deep, and her asshole gripping it tightly, there was no way it would come out easily.
Ppong!
After much struggle, the bottle came out of her asshole with a cheerful ppong! sound, but the spot where the bottle had been refused to close up again.
"Haaahk, my ass... it won't close..."
Her asshole was stretched open as wide as the mouth of the bottle.
She had no idea how many hours it had been left like that.
She tried to squeeze it shut with her fingers, but her asshole, already spread as if it had always been that way, just kept dripping semen.
Hwi-i-ing-
She could feel the morning breeze seeping through her anus.
It was just wind blowing, but the air entering and leaving her anus sent goosebumps all over her body.
Still, as if trying to recover, there was a twitching sensation as the wrinkles of her anus tried to clench shut.
But it would definitely take a long time for an anus that had been open for so long to close.
"Did I... get raped while I was sleeping...? Without even waking up while it was happening?"
Aside from her ruined anus, there were clear handprints on her breasts and her hair was matted and stiff from dried semen.
There was almost no part of Alice's body that was okay.
No matter where she looked, there was semen on her body, and the marks of being violated were etched too clearly.
It wasn't just her body that wasn't okay.
"Ha, haha... hahahaha...! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Her wallet was gone, and her clothes were completely torn, no longer serving their purpose.
Everything she had owned had vanished in just one night.
It was shocking.
Even though she had come to this place to suffer all kinds of humiliation and abuse...
"I thought I'd at least be able to choose my first experience myself..."
But she couldn't at all.
In a single night, everything had been taken from her by someone whose face and name she didn't even know.
"Ah, so I can't even choose getting raped on my own."
And then she realized.
What kind of mindset she had decided to live with when she came to the second playthrough.
"Ahaha, hahaha. Right, that's right. I was a doormat masochistic bitch now."
She was truly a stupid bitch.
An insufferably arrogant bitch.
"Why the hell did I act like I had a choice?"
Looking back now, it was incomprehensible behavior.
It was something that shouldn't have happened to a masochistic bitch born to be trampled under male-nim.
How dare a stupid, inferior masochistic bitch try to decide the time, place, and partner of her own violation as she pleased?
She had been thinking too much with her first playthrough mindset.
The current her was no longer Alice, the hero acting in the first playthrough.
The second playthrough her was just Alice, a perverted masochistic bitch who was beside herself with the desire to be violated by the worst men in the worst possible ways.
She had been forgetting that fact until now.
Although it was a shame that being violated while unconscious meant she couldn't feel the sensation of being taken...
It was a joy that, thanks to someone whose name and face she didn't know, she could quickly realize her own situation.
[H: Flower Broken Before It Blooms] has been added to the Recollection Room.
Would you like to recollect?
Y/N
A new message appeared before her eyes.
"What is this? I've never seen this before."
At least, it was a type of message she had never seen in the first playthrough.
[※The Recollection Room is a function that allows you to briefly view story content following the occurrence of an event.]
Along with her question, the system's TIP function explained the Recollection Room's function.
A Recollection Room.
Could it be referring to that function often seen in RPG Maker porn games?
Of course, unlike the Recollection Rooms seen in RPG Maker porn games, the one before her seemed to show the future after what had been experienced, rather than the experiences themselves.
'Maybe that's better? Experiencing what happens next would inevitably take time.'
She could also guess what [H: Flower Broken Before It Blooms] meant.
H probably referred to an H-scene, a lewd event, and the rest was the name given to that event.
"Just wondering, but this world isn't a porn game world, is it...?"
She had never played a porn game with this kind of storyline before falling into this world, but it made her a little suspicious.
"Anyway, since a new function appeared, I should give it a try."
Lying there sprawled out, she wiggled her finger and selected the recollection function that had just appeared.
Would you like to recollect [H: Flower Broken Before It Blooms]?
Y
As she pressed Y to select recollection, her vision shook.
After the shaking vision, her ears began to ring, and soon her thoughts stopped, and all sensations in her body began to fade.
And in the place where the sensations had been, future information provided by the system filled the void, as Alice's consciousness drifted far, far away...
Fortunately, the men who had attacked Alice were clumsy, so Alice, having come to her senses, was able to save her life.
She wasn't sold off somewhere by the men, nor did any part of her body go missing.
Just that fact alone made her quite lucky, but the fact that her virginity and everything she owned had been taken before her journey as a hero had even begun was enough to break her spirit on its own.
"A perverted bitch like you cannot enter Chato."
Alice, her body and soul defiled, tried to enter the city when day broke, but the guards blocked her from entering.
With her clothes—not even her underwear—torn to shreds, she had to stand in line to enter the city wearing only one sock, looking like a pervert in a place where everyone's eyes were on her, but with all her belongings stolen by the men, she had neither an ID nor money in her hands, so she was helplessly chased away by the guards.
Covering her chest with one hand and her genitals with the other, Alice headed towards a village away from the city.
With her face red from shame and her head hung low, Alice had no choice but to head for the next village, completely naked except for one sock.
"Hey there, perverted noona. Wanna play with us? If you're going around naked like that, it's okay without money, right?"
But Alice couldn't safely reach the village near the city.
After all, it didn't make sense that men wouldn't attack a woman walking around naked.
No matter how carefully Alice tried to move around, her beautiful appearance ultimately attracted men's eyes, and she was caught by numerous men, her body violated.
Her stats were still at level 1, not even grown.
A fragile, naked woman.
Fortunately, she didn't encounter any monsters, but there was no better prey than her for the men who were no different from monsters.
The Alice who finally arrived at the village was utterly pitiful.
Her face was gaunt and expressionless, with dark circles under her eyes.
Her body was covered in dust and dirt, with no spot left clean. Some of it was probably animal filth as well.
Her appearance, reeking of semen so strongly that anyone who came near had to cover their nose, made the men who had approached to fuck her start to drift away one by one.
Of course, there were still those who attacked her because of her looks.
By the time she reached the village, the number of men Alice had dealt with had easily exceeded double digits.
But even arriving at the village did not bring Alice salvation.
After all, there wasn't much she could do in the village with nothing to her name.
This is the story of the hero, who was supposed to embark on a journey to defeat the Demon King, broken before she even began.
A story of a fate that should have bloomed as a flower, withering away before its sprout could even germinate.
The woman who should have been a hero spends her nights barely getting by, visiting men's houses every night in a quiet village, swaying her hips.
She will never awaken as a hero.
Instead of wielding a sword as a hero, she will spill moans from a bed every night.