Chapter 1: The Angel's Bloody Welcome
In a dark square teeming with crowds, a girl in pristine white stood bathed in spotlights like the star of the show. "Welcome, hero candidates. I am Lupelina, your guide."
A blonde woman in a pure white dress, with enormous white wings to match, beamed cheerfully at the throng of humans before her as she delivered her announcement.
"From now on, you will fight one another, kill, and plunder... or perhaps cooperate." Lupelina put even more force into her voice. She seemed like a passionate orator, gesturing wildly with her hands and occasionally stomping her foot to emphasize her points. At the same time, it all felt so scripted, like a well-rehearsed play, leaving me no choice but to listen silently to this absurd girl's words.
"Out of all you many candidates, only 100 will earn the right to save the world. And if you don't reach that number within a month..." She pursed her lips with a soft pop. "Well then, any questions?"
Her words snapped me back to reality like a bucket of ice water. Had I really just stood there quietly listening to that nonsense? Apparently, I wasn't the only one—a chorus of complaints erupted from all around.
"This has gotta be a hidden camera prank, right...?"
"What the fuck! Quit screwing around and send us home!"
As the protests grew louder, the girl's beaming smile twisted into an irritated scowl.
"You, you, and you." Lupelina's patience was apparently thin. She pointed at three of the noisiest complainers.
Bang! With a sound like a balloon popping, the head of the woman she'd pointed at exploded. The other two followed in quick succession, their skulls bursting one after another.
"Much better. Now, if you have something to say, raise your hand first."
A hush fell over the crowd. After watching her kill three people without batting an eye, I figured no one would dare ask anything. But to my surprise, a woman in glasses raised her hand.
"Yes! Go ahead~"
"Suddenly showing up and telling us to fight each other... What the hell does that even mean? You kidnap us out of nowhere and spout this crap... I just don't get it."
The bespectacled woman spoke softly but pointedly. Lupelina paused, thinking for a moment, then flashed her grin again.
"Ah! I must've skipped an important announcement in my rush. Miss, why don't you try saying 'Status Window'?"
"What...?"
"Just do it! Sta-tus Win-dow!"
The woman froze in confusion, but as Lupelina's expression started to sour again, she hurriedly complied. "S-Status... Window!"
Her eyes went wide as saucers. Then, with disbelief, she jabbed a finger at the empty air. "Th-this... what is it?!"
"Let me see... Wow, Strength 17? Not bad for a girl—makes sense, I guess!"
The girl turned to us with a grin. "Everyone, give it a try! 'Status Window!'"
One by one, people started calling it out. "Status Window..."
I opened mine too, staring at the display.
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Name: Baek Sejun
Strength: 3
Magic: 1
Agility: 3
Luck: 2
Charm: 12
Unique Skill: [Conditions not met—cannot view]
Admin Review: No hero potential whatsoever. Recommended career: male prostitute.
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"What the actual fuck..." The shitty review stabbed me right in the chest.
"Uh, hold on. I got a few questions."
I turned toward the voice. A woman with dyed blonde hair, track pants, and dragon tattoos snaking from her exposed hands up to her neck—a total thug at first glance—had her hand raised.
"Yes, go ahead."
"It's nothing big... But down here it mentions experience and some review crap, ugh, this is complicated. What the hell is all this?"
Experience? Mine didn't have that... Guess everyone's Status Window is different.
"Oh, that's part of what I'm about to explain. But first, check out the shop bracelets you're all wearing?"
I glanced at the black rubber bracelet on my wrist. It displayed [KP 100] in some unfamiliar letters.
"The KP on your bracelets stands for Kill Points. You get points and experience every time you kill a person—or anything else, really."
Lupelina raised her slender wrist to show hers off, then tapped it a few times. "Like this, you open the shop window through the bracelet! Simple, right?"
As people experimentally tapped their own bracelets, Lupelina continued. "The sharp ones have probably guessed already—level up your experience, and you get skill points. Easier than a game, huh? Skill points... Eh, too lazy to explain~"
She flopped down dramatically, as if she'd lost interest mid-sentence.
"Anyway, here's the deal: For the next two hours, kill someone else and get double experience points. First kill? Ten times the points. But any candidate who hasn't killed someone by the end of the hour... boom, head explodes. Just like you saw!"
With that irresponsible bombshell, the girl vanished.
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"Gaaahhh!!"
The moment Lupelina disappeared, a scream rang out. It was that thug girl from earlier. Incredibly, she'd pulled a dagger from her bracelet and jammed it straight into an old man's throat.
Everyone stared in shock at her brutal act. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?!"
"What, asshole? Want me to do you next?"
Someone stepped up to challenge her after the murder, but she snarled back, and they shut up fast.
"Guhk...!" Then the head of someone trying to stop her splattered. Someone behind had bought a massive hammer from the shop and smashed it down.
From there, it was chaos—everyone buying weapons and turning on each other. The thug girl's kill had been the opening shot of the festival of slaughter.
"What the hell is this..."
Dazed as I watched the carnage, I noticed something odd. Almost everyone buying weapons and fighting... they were all women. Cops who'd probably been guarding civilians moments ago, construction workers from male-dominated job sites, even soldiers fresh off leave—all women, without exception.
For a split second, I thought some feminist nutjobs had dragged me into their nightmare. But this was undeniable reality unfolding before my eyes. That's when I finally noticed the changes in my own body—porcelain-smooth skin, my gaze suddenly much lower. Everything was different from my original form.
"Did I... turn into a kid?!"
No time to process the shock—I bolted, my shortened legs pumping furiously. Staying here meant getting caught and chopped up by these rampaging women. But just as I dashed off, someone grabbed my nape like a kitten.
"So... according to my Status Window, that crazy bitch said... I can kill you, right? Yeah? Then before I do... lemme fuck you once... hehe..."
The gloomy-looking woman who'd snatched me muttered to herself, then slammed me to the ground and straddled me.
"Guhk...!"
"St-stay still! Big sis'll make you feel good... ehehe."
Her massive ass pinned my stomach, forcing the air out of me like a deflating balloon. Ignoring my agony, she started licking my face like a dog.
Slurp... smack... "By the way, how old are you?"
"Shut up, you bitch!"
"Age doesn't matter—it's the cock that counts, right?"
"Stop, you psycho!!"
"This is all your fault...! If you weren't so damn fuckable...!"
Smack smack— She'd been licking my face, but now she mauled my lips roughly. Then she yanked down my pants and underwear in one go.
"Phew... This is a... real live dick! Looks like a kid's body, but this cock is fucking huge... Legal loli-con meat after all!"
"Wh-what the fuck are you on about, you freak?!"
Pinned under her ass, I writhed like a worm, thrashing desperately. But she got annoyed at my resistance and raised her fist.
"Stay. Still!"
Crack. She punched me square in the face. The sudden pain killed my fight.
"It's safe days anyway, no need for protection, right? Heh... Going in!"
"Aaaah!! Stop!!"
A vague terror crept over me. The fear of losing something precious to a total stranger. Normally, I'd welcome a hottie like her, but for some reason, this felt wrong.
The gloomy girl gripped my shaft, aimed it at her entrance, and—unlike those porn vids—didn't slam down. She savored it, lowering herself slowly.
"Nngh... It won't... fit, too big..."
Squelch... slurp... Like a snake swallowing prey whole, my cock was helplessly sucked into her hole.
"F-fuck... you crazy bitch..."
"Heh... Such a foul-mouthed shota... Hng! Time to educate that pussy with my cunt!"
"What kinda nonsense is that, you otaku psycho?!"
Squelch squelch— Slowly but powerfully, she started riding me. At first, it felt like soft warmth enveloping my entire length. Then her walls clenched like a blood pressure cuff, squeezing tighter and tighter.
"Aaaah...!"
"Wait, you're a virgin?"
"Huh?"
"Virgin... legal giant-cock shota... uhehehe... I took your cherry! With my pussy!!"
"W-wait, I'm gonna... cum..."
Spurt—! The building load surged up and flooded her depths.
"Hah... hah... Good, I've seen all I need...!"
Suddenly, she clamped her hands around my throat.
"W-wait...!"
"Too good to kill right away... but I gotta off someone soon or I'm screwed..."
Squeeze— From her mount position, she bore down with impossible strength from those skinny arms, throttling my fragile neck mercilessly. My vision blurred.
"G-guhk...!!"
Through the strands of her hair as she leered down, I saw it—the eyes of someone truly intent on murder.
I... didn't want to die this pathetically...
"Pl-please... spare me..."
She heard my pathetic plea but didn't loosen her grip—instead, she squeezed harder.
"Sorry... Just die quietly."
Her face was weirdly excited, drool dripping from her lips. This bitch was getting off on watching me die.
"R-real... Dying guys really do get hard again... uhehe... One more round? What's with that look? Got a complaint? Don't hate me too much... All the other bitches are grabbing guys, fucking 'em, and killing 'em too. You're dying miserable anyway... Die for me...!"
My vision darkened... No... I don't wanna die like this...
I clawed at her arms with my nails, kicked wildly, but it did nothing to this psycho orgasming on my death throes.
As despair set in, a translucent window popped up in my fading sight.
[Ability unlock conditions met.]
[Congratulations! You can now access the RP Shop!]
[Challenge complete: First sex by rape]
[+200 RP]
[Spend all points to escape life-threatening situation? YES/NO]
In the haze of system messages, I found my hope.