The Whore Boy Gets Fucked in the Alley
I'd been saying it from the start, and I meant it — I wasn't scared at all.
Why would I be? On my wrist sat an SOS watch that would summon help the second I hit the button. And even if calling her felt a little awkward given that she'd already fucked me once, I still had the number of Han Yeri, the self-proclaimed fighting expert whose words had never once sounded like a lie. There was absolutely no reason to be scared.
Yeah… I've got nothing to be afraid of. First things first — a shower.
I walked into the bathroom and stripped completely to wash up.
Once every scrap of clothing was off, I noticed something.
My body didn't smell at all.
Even if you write off the clothes because I changed them… how the hell can my body itself not smell like anything?
People say you can't smell your own scent, sure — but this was different. A faint floral fragrance was rising off my skin.
I'd been so exhausted yesterday that I'd fallen asleep without even brushing my teeth, and yet there wasn't a hint of morning breath.
Okay, that's actually insane. Do I even need to wash at this point?
I thought it, but not smelling and not being dirty still felt like two separate issues.
Whooosh—
I turned on the shower and started washing.
"Ahhh~ that hits the spot~"
I'd loved baths long before I ended up in this body.
The feeling of warm water wrapping around me loosened every knot of tension and washed the day's fatigue clean away.
Speaking of which… this body is seriously built to get fucked…
I wiped the fogged mirror with my hand and slowly took stock of myself.
Pure white skin flushed faintly pink from the hot water. A pretty, acne-free face. And an ass with a high, full curve to it.
At this point, you could call me a girl and nobody would bat an eye.
Well — except for the monstrous thing hanging between my legs…
Was this what they called gap moe? Who would believe that someone this delicate and fuckable at a glance was actually a guy packing a thirty-centimeter monster cock?
Hmm… is this the kind of body the God of Pure Love is into? If so, that's genuinely disgusting.
I cursed the God of Pure Love in my head.
If the day ever came when I stood face to face with that bastard, I was going to make them pay.
If they were a man, I'd beat them half to death in a straight fight. If they were a woman, I'd fuck them senseless.
I'd really prefer a woman, though… If it's a woman, I'll pick her up right then and there and give her the repentance pussy press… heh heh heh…
It was a ridiculous fantasy, of course — but showers have always been prime time for every kind of stray thought.
.
.
.
"Ahh, nothing like a good wash!"
I finished my shower still daydreaming about the revenge I'd one day take on that God of Pure Love bastard.
"Wheeeee—"
I roughly dried my hair with the blow dryer, then pulled a tank top and a pair of shorts out of the closet and put them on.
I paid zero attention to whatever the cop had said about men wearing clothes like this.
Clothes are for wearing however you damn well please, aren't they?
All set to head out! Time to go!
Once I was dressed, I slipped on my sneakers at the front door and stepped outside.
But… I'm not about to get fucked the second I walk out, right?
A stray worry flickered through my mind, but thoughts and reality have always been different things.
I was just going out to buy a pack of rice cakes. What could possibly happen in that short a trip?
I pressed the elevator's down button.
Ding-dong — doors opening~
Before long the elevator arrived at my floor, and the doors slid open with a mechanical chime.
Fortunately, nobody was inside.
Whew… thank god.
I let out a breath of relief.
I'd kept trying to deny it, but the truth was that the memory of getting fucked by that woman in the elevator last time still left me a little afraid.
Even now, just thinking about it made my heart pound.
But the worry I was nursing right now was nothing more than a delusion my own brain had cooked up.
Sure, this world's common sense was a little twisted… but excessive fretting still clouded rational judgment.
I live as myself. Same as I always have.
I resolved to trust myself.
"Ding-dong — doors opening~"
The elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened with the same mechanical chime.
Luckily, I made it out of the apartment building without running into anyone this time.
"How long has it been since I felt actual sunlight? Why does something this basic feel so good?"
A cool breeze and warm sunlight settled gently over my body, and I headed down the apartment steps in a bright mood.
I pulled out my phone and searched for a rice cake shop nearby — but unfortunately, there wasn't a single one within a two-kilometer radius of my place.
"Shit… where am I supposed to go? If there's nothing around here, do I have to take a bus somewhere else?"
The lack of rice cake shops was a problem, sure — but the real problem was the way the women passing me reacted.
"Oh my, how indecent…"
That kind of reaction was the mild version.
"What the fuck? He looks so fuckable."
That was the normal one.
In the brief span of time I spent searching my phone for a nearby rice cake shop, I was hit with more sexual harassment than I could count.
Honestly, just talking and walking past would have been the polite option. Some people were secretly filming me. One of them openly rubbed her hand between her legs right there in the open.
What the hell… is it seriously not okay to wear whatever I want?
It occurred to me that a man wearing a tank top and shorts in this world might feel roughly equivalent to a woman walking around braless in my old one.
Even then, though, people would usually just treat you like a weirdo or trash-talk you behind your back. The women in this world all looked like they were in heat — every last one of them itching to fuck me.
Haa… this is so fucking annoying.
The reason I said it was fucking annoying wasn't because those horny bitches were treating me like jerk-off material. It wasn't even because I was worried about getting fucked again.
The real reason was…
Haa, fuck… why have I been feeling like this since earlier?!
It was the sexual arousal that had started creeping in out of nowhere. That same sensation I'd felt when Han Yeri fucked me was slowly boiling up again from deep inside me.
My cock hardened on its own and my breathing grew short. I hunched my upper body so nobody would notice I was hard.
"Haa… haa… disgusting. These bitches in heat, seriously…"
That was what I said out loud — but I wanted to keep feeling this addictive sensation.
Fuck… I need to buy the rice cakes and get home already… Do convenience stores even sell them?
While I was still fretting over where to go, three girls in school uniforms appeared right in front of me.
"Oooh~ looking sexy in that outfit."
"Hey, you crazy bitch, cut it out lol"
The uniformed girls walking past me cracked up loudly among themselves. There were three of them, and every one of them was ridiculously well-developed. All three looked well over 175 centimeters, with bodies so good they clearly worked out regularly.
All three wore masks. One of them had skin that was brown everywhere I could see — deliberate tanning, maybe.
Skirts shortened until you could almost see their panties, uniforms deliberately sized to cling to every curve — they looked every bit like this world's version of school delinquents.
Haa… haa… you fucking bitches… daring to mouth off to Kim Taeyang!
They looked like high schoolers at best, and the attitude coming out of their mouths was completely out of line.
Trash like that needed to be taught a sharp lesson.
I straightened the back I'd been hunching to hide my erection and shouted at the high schoolers. No matter how serious the words, saying them from that posture would have looked ridiculous.
"Hey, you little brats who still have milk behind your ears! You need a good thrashing from me!"
The girls glanced at each other once, then burst out laughing all at once.
"Ahahaha! What is this kid even saying?"
"No idea lol He's so feisty! What a freak."
"Heh heh… hey, I've got a good idea — huddle up~"
One of the girls in the group told the others to gather, and they all pressed close and started talking among themselves.
"Haa, haa… hey, you! Are you ignoring me?!"
I strode forward without caring what the three delinquents were whispering about — making no effort at all to hide my fully erect thirty-centimeter cock.
"Ah~ it's nothing~ We were soooo in the wrong. Oppa!"
The delinquent-looking girls suddenly flipped their attitude and came toward me.
"If you do something wrong, you have to take your punishment — there's a saying like that, right? We'd really like Oppa to punish us…"
The girl who'd told the others to huddle came up behind me and suddenly pulled me into a back hug. The height difference planted her chest right on top of my head, and the other two girls each seized one of my arms like they were restraining me.
"There's a quiet little alley over there… Would you mind scolding us a bit over there?"
The girl wrapping my right arm pointed a finger toward the alley behind the shops.
"Haa, haa… you… you girls better brace yourselves… I'm going to thrash you so hard your souls get shaken loose."
The girls' breathing roughened at my words.
They must have been scared of the thrashing they were about to get.
"Haha… this is seriously crazy."
The girl with her chest resting on my head muttered to herself as she pulled off her mask.
The two schoolgirls gripping my hands like restraints started rubbing them between their own legs. The wet texture of their soaked panties came through clearly against my palms.
"Haa… haa… hey, let's go already. I can't hold it anymore."
The girl clutching my right arm panted as she spoke to the one behind me.
"Heh heh… yeah, let's hurry~"
I was not being dragged right now.
You could tell just by looking at the two girls trembling on either side of me, terrified of the thrashing they were about to receive.
This was the moment an alpha male needed to deliver a sharp line.
"You… you girls know you're about to get fucked up, right?"
I said it while walking toward the alley, looking up to meet the schoolgirls' eye level.
All three of them lowered their heads in unison, then looked at me and answered.
"Of course we do~"
Let me say it one more time: I was following them for disciplinary purposes. I was absolutely not going in because I wanted to get fucked.
…Probably.
We stepped into a back alley littered with exhaust fans and scattered cigarette butts.
Once we'd gone a decent way in, I spoke in a serious tone.
"Haa, haa… ngh! You… you girls… students walking around dressed like thaa— mmph?!"
"Shut the fuck up, you whore-boy piece of shit! I almost jumped you out in the open because I couldn't hold it! Fuck!"
Just as I was looking up to deliver a sharp scolding, the girl gripping my left arm suddenly clamped her left hand over my mouth, shoved me against the wall, and yanked my shorts and underwear down in one motion with her right hand.
Pinned flat against the wall, what I saw in front of me were three high school girls whose crotches were soaked through with arousal, looking ready to jump me at any second.
This can't happen… this can't happen…
I kept repeating it to myself.
This wasn't allowed.
I had always been the one who fucked women… this simply wasn't allowed.
I kept telling myself over and over in my head that this was wrong — but in the end, I had to admit it.
I want those girls… to fuck me to pieces…!