Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Variable
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Being the target of one-sided violence isn't exactly a pleasant experience.
Even if it turned into a real brawl where you could fight back, that would feel better. But as the victim, you can't even dream of landing a punch in return—you just take hits all day long.
The scene is left not with the heat of battle, but with the lighthearted thrill of violence, the satisfying impact of blows, and the charged atmosphere.
Only one person can't laugh.
A small, pathetic sandbag flinching amid the circle of attackers.
"Hey, hold still properly."
"This bitch keeps collapsing because he lets his legs go limp."
It feels like a scene I've seen somewhere before.
Honestly, I can't even tell how many hits I've taken anymore, or what time it is.
"Here it comes? Tense up your abs?"
Thud—
A full-force punch slams into my stomach. Afterward, it feels like my insides are twisting up.
I can endure it a few times,
but after dozens or hundreds more in a row, even that thought slips away.
"Why do you keep flinching like that? Loosen up those eyes."
"Guys like him think they're special. Other men live without powers, but he gets one and suddenly acts like the main character."
I never thought that way,
and if anything, having powers only made life harder in this female-dominated society,
but no one's here to listen to me, so I keep my mouth shut.
"Ugh, should we just kill this fucker? Or not? If it weren't for our big sis, you'd be done for. You know that, right?"
"Nah. Keeping him alive is more fun. He needs to really experience hell after strutting around like hot shit."
The same words.
The same treatment.
Amid all the mockery and beatings that's become tediously familiar, I finally lurch forward, dry-heaving.
"Ugh, eek..."
"Ah, fuck! That's disgusting. Crazy bastard."
"Tell him to clean it up himself."
I get a brief respite only after shoving my face into my own vomit.
Being women, they're obsessed with cleanliness and don't want to touch me while I'm covered in puke.
"Someone wash him off."
"Ugh, are we his maids or what? Hey, you two, come with me. We'll shove him in the shower and hose him down."
So, the three of them prod me with their feet to hurry me along.
"Crow. Strip. Now wipe up every bit of that mess on the floor with your shirt, then crawl to the shower. Execute!"
Girls who've never even served in the military are playing soldier, establishing their pecking order. They're worse than actual vets.
Then again, this is a prison full of criminals, so what can you expect? They did trash like this outside to end up here—fat chance they'll turn over a new leaf inside.
No one here truly repents or reflects. They all share one thought.
Inflict the same pain on the heroes who locked them up.
No—the greater pain.
And since I'm stuck here with them by some cruel twist, from their perspective, it's like their wish came true.
But I,
trembling hands and all, take off my shirt and wipe the floor.
Following their orders,
biting my teeth hard, showing obedience.
"Ooh, training's paying off. Now he knows his place."
"Hey, no hard feelings, right? This is how it goes for newbies. If you hate it, shoulda come earlier."
I'm not compromising with them.
I'm just pretending to submit on the surface, giving them what they want to see.
"If you don't clean it right, we'll tell Creep everything. Scrub hard."
This is absolutely,
absolutely,
not a compromise.
I'm just biding my time, waiting for a chance to survive.
The opportunity will come.
"Should we make this bitch do all the cleaning from now on?"
"Duh? That's what men are for, right? Hard labor, tough stuff. Hey, admit it. That's how it is."
Someday, the chance will come.
I just have to hold out until then. This can't last forever.
"Oh? Not talking now, huh? Hey."
"..."
"Hasn't learned his lesson yet. Sis, it's fine. We'll take him to the showers and educate him more."
So,
for now, I just take the beatings from these thugs to buy time,
"To the showers now. Can't walk? Crawl."
and once this ends,
I can live day-to-day without provoking Creep.
"Strip. Execute."
"Not quick enough. Hey, did you hit his head too when you beat him? Why are guys so clueless?"
Their misogyny—or inferiority complex toward men—is on full display. Even if they didn't care before, to torment me effectively, they emphasize my gender.
"Heh heh. Don't cover up. What's there to hide? Sis wants a peek at the newbie's dick."
"That sounded just like a total granny. My grandma used to say that exact shit."
I'm the only man here, and they're all women, so tormenting me by gender only strengthens their bond. They vent all their frustrations and stress on me while giggling away. They're all smiles, having the time of their lives.
"No joke, before I came here, guys lined up for me. They went nuts wanting a go."
"I only went for younger ones. For real. I'm super popular with the little bros. Tall as fuck, body like a goddamn model?"
"Loser. Keep dreaming."
Baseless confidence and boasts about their conquests like war stories. Do they not remember what they just said? They strip while trading vulgar banter.
"For real though? When I suck 'em, they all lose it and can't last a minute."
"That's 'cause you only pick premature ones. Doesn't mean you're good at it."
"You don't believe me? This is legit. No cap—one handjob and they piss themselves."
The two boasting about their wild pasts argue back and forth, while the other approaches me.
"Cr-Crow."
I brace for another hit, but her demeanor changes my mind. Arrogant from knowing she's above me, yet oddly tense.
"M-Move... and you're dead... Got it?"
Her trembling voice echoes in the shower room, making the other two stop and eye us warily.
Something's off.
The thing I feared is happening.
"Hey, wait. You planning to fuck this guy?"
"No way...? The quiet one's going feral all of a sudden..."
The pair had no intention of raping me. They might crave physical pleasure, but they wouldn't dare touch Creep's marked territory. Even if Creep said to do whatever, they knew screwing up with me would ruin their prison life if it pissed her off.
"W-Well, it's the shower room anyway. Quick bang and wash off, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
But this villain doesn't stop. Lewd desire gleams in her eyes.
"I'll do it alone. That's fine, right? J-Just help hold him down so he can't resist."
I don't even remember her name. But her eyes are dead serious. A bit shorter than me, yet her upward gaze burns with clear conquest lust and feminine lust.
"Uh, sure, whatever..."
"This bitch is nuts too."
I really don't remember her. So why? There's no reason for this. Maybe pent-up lust from being sex-starved, and seeing a man's body set her off?
"Hey, we're not getting involved. Got it?"
"I ain't dealing with the fallout. No way."
Even naked, she's partially covering herself like me, hinting at embarrassment or shame. She's not used to showing her body. Maybe because of her overly large breasts.
"Lie down, qu-quick!"
"Whoa, hold up! Full-on sex? No time for that. Just blow him or jerk him off quick—save the real thing for later."
With her noticeably thick build, she forces me down clumsily and straddles me. Heavy weight presses down.
"R-Really? Like that?"
Aware or not, she's breaking a sweat under the showerhead, visibly flustered.
"O-Okay... then just, just touching. That work?"
I don't get it, nor do the other two villains, but thanks to her clumsy fumbling at my lower half, I get a momentary break from the violence.