Is This Really My Fetish?
The murderous intent rolling off Han Yeri as she approached froze all three women where they stood.
The three who had been so eager to fuck him felt their fingers and toes go numb under the crushing tension, yet they still dropped into guard stances and locked their eyes on her, determined to face her head-on.
At the peak of that tension — Han Yeri's lightning-fast tackle slammed into Sea, who had stepped out in front. Yeri drove her straight into the pavement with a brutal splat.
"Guhk…!"
They say when the pain is truly overwhelming, you can't even scream.
Sea could only press her palms against the ground and wheeze — "Kh… kh…" — trembling violently, unable to force out a single cry.
"Hey, who the fuck are you?"
Because she'd been staring down at Sea, Han Yeri never saw the other two still standing. Heeyoung's fist cracked into the back of her head — but it was Heeyoung who staggered back a step, clutching her own hand and screeching, "Aaagh! My fist!"
"What, you've never been in a fight? Who the hell punches someone in the head with a bare fist?"
Yeri snickered and walked toward Heeyoung and Dahye — slowly… very slowly.
Thud—
The two women backed all the way into the corner until their legs finally gave out under the sheer force of Han Yeri's presence, dumping them on the ground.
"Get the fuck out of here. Now."
Han Yeri's face went cold and flat as she delivered the short command to the two women crumpled at her feet.
They forced strength into their shaking legs, hauled the collapsed Sea up between them, and fled the alley.
"Haa…"
Han Yeri tipped her face toward the sky and let out a long breath. Half out of his mind, he was just starting to think how cool she looked taking down three women when—
"Hey, you little fucker."
She came over, squatted down beside him, and spoke.
"Who said you could get fucked whenever you felt like it? And look at this outfit — you dress like a goddamn male whore, no wonder—"
Her dark expression shifted as she spoke, the last words curling into a sly, filthy little smile.
Then, without another word, Han Yeri began gently teasing his nipple with her fingertip.
"Nngh… ahh…"
His body, already wound to hypersensitive extremes, let out moans on pure reflex at even that tiny touch. Through his hazy vision, Han Yeri's face looked flushed to the point of fever.
"Ah, fuck, I really can't hold it in. Normally I'd just save you like last time… but you were getting fucked so obscenely out here — totally different from when you almost got raped in the apartment — that I just came out, you know?"
In the end she stripped off her pants and panties and sank his cock straight into her pussy.
"Nngh… haa… it's your fault for looking so fucking fuckable…!"
And just like that, Han Yeri started fucking him.
She never even noticed when he finally hit his physical limit and blacked out—
"Ugh… where am I?"
A ceiling he knew all too well — and never wanted to see again.
An endless expanse of pure white. Right. He was back in Seir's Space.
"Haa… Seir, you here? If you can hear me, answer!"
He wasn't particularly panicked. He'd been here before, and after getting fucked over and over without a break, this place almost felt like the only sanctuary he had left.
All day long, fucked and fucked again — he'd gotten his hopes up when someone finally came to save him… only to get fucked right after being rescued. There was no life more pathetic than this.
"I have a great deal to say… but first, please take a seat."
Seir's voice came from behind him. He jumped and spun around. There she was — seated in a chair in an elegant white dress, sipping tea. So this was what people meant when they said clothes make the person.
Seir pointed to the chair across from her.
She wants me to sit there, I guess?
He did as she indicated and sat. A shared table stood between them, set with refreshments and two cups of tea.
Curious about the taste, he brought the cup to his lips and took a few careful sips.
Once he was settled, Seir took a sip of her own tea and opened her mouth.
"I will get straight to the point. Do you, by any chance… have a preference for being fucked?"
"Pffft—?!"
The bluntness of the question made him spray tea with full force. The spray soaked Seir's face completely.
"Cough, cough… Wh— what the fuck kind of bullshit is that?! There's no way Kim Taeyang would ever enjoy something like that!!"
Face burning red, he snarled and slammed the table as if he might lunge at her. Seir, tea dripping down her face, never lost her composure. She flicked her fingers, summoned a handkerchief, and calmly wiped herself clean.
She's saying I enjoyed that kind of sex? Okay… fine, it felt good, but why the hell is she asking me that!
Shame burned so hot he could have cried. He was about to shout again — "I didn't enjoy it at all!" — but Seir finished wiping the tea from her face and spoke first.
"I see. So you are saying you did not enjoy it in the slightest. Then shall we take a look at the way you appear while being fucked?"
Before he could even ask what she meant, a rectangular screen flared into existence in midair. The footage playing on it was… from not long after the three women had started fucking him.
"Aaaah… it feels so gooood…!"
On the screen, he was smiling, tongue lolling out, wearing an expression of pure, unfiltered pleasure.
"Aaaah! So good… so goooood…"
This time it was a scene of two women fucking him at once. Once again, his face was the picture of absolute bliss.
"…Shall I continue?"
Seir flicked her fingers and the screen froze. He could only sit there with his mouth hanging open, staring.
Fuck… I made faces like that?! That's impossible… those are the faces the women I used to fuck always made…
"Hey… don't fucking lie to me! When the hell did I ever look like that!"
Stunned beyond belief, he forced the words out in a shaking voice. Seir, utterly unfazed, regarded him with an easy expression and asked,
"Would you like me to verify it right now? Whether or not you make that face when I fuck you."
She was smiling, but somehow she looked several times more terrifying than her usual cold mask.
He shook his head hard. In the past he would never have admitted it… but the him of now was different from the him of before, in more ways than one.
"I made faces like that… haa, fuck, for real…"
He covered his face with both hands and groaned. The sense that he was no longer a real man, the helplessness — those played a part, but the biggest reason was something else entirely.
No matter how badly he wanted to deny it, he simply couldn't.
The truth was that being fucked felt several times better than fucking someone else.
"Pfft! Kim Taeyang, making an expression like that… how shocking was it for you?"
Seir gave a short laugh, flicked her fingers again, and summoned a hand mirror, holding it up to his face.
Flushed cheeks, a heated expression — the same face he'd seen in his apartment mirror after Han Yeri had fucked him last time.
He looked into the mirror and silently dropped his head.
As a man, as an alpha male, he felt he could no longer exist. A quiet depression settled over him.
"Haha… haa… Kim Taeyang. Do you know why the God of Pure Love cast you into this world?"
Seir, who had been laughing brightly at his appearance, returned to her usual icy expression as she asked. But he no longer wanted to think about anything. If he returned to his original body, could he still be the alpha male Kim Taeyang? Or would he go back as he was now — someone who liked being fucked?
Thoughts bred more thoughts, coiling tighter and tighter around him.
"…I don't know…"
He gave a short answer. Seir sighed at the reply and continued.
"The God of Pure Love, in order to punish you for knowing nothing of chastity, remade you into a frail yet highly sensual body."
She paused, took a sip of tea, then went on.
"The hope was that as you cleared quests in that body — being forcibly fucked and violated — you would come to understand the hearts of the women you had used until now."
He bristled at her words. He had never once forced anyone into sex. He couldn't understand why both the God of Pure Love and Seir kept talking about him like a criminal.
"Hey, what the hell is that garbage? I've never forced anyone into sex even once!"
"I am not saying the women who had intercourse with you were forced. I am saying the intent was for you to learn what it feels like to be fucked in this world, and thereby understand a woman's position."
When he pushed back, Seir's expression tightened slightly. She finished speaking, took another sip of tea, and opened her mouth again.
"However, an anomaly has occurred. We never anticipated that an act meant to be punishment would turn out to be a kind of fetish for you. To think that a self-proclaimed alpha male who went around having one-night stands like any other man actually preferred being fucked… it would seem even the God of Pure Love is not entirely omniscient."
Having finished roasting the deity she served, she looked at him with a faint smile.
So the God of Pure Love wasn't controlling my emotions? I genuinely had a fetish for being fucked?
The shock made his whole body tremble. That meant even before he'd been stuck in this body, being fucked had already been his taste.
"…It seems the shock is considerable. You need not accept it immediately. That is not what matters right now, is it?"
Seir finished speaking and flicked her fingers. Instantly, strength drained from his entire body and crushing exhaustion crashed over him.
"What… is this…"
He toppled to the floor with a heavy thud.
"Consider this a reward for entertaining me. By now, Han Yeri should be asleep on top of you. Try asking her for a fuck. I wish you the best of luck."
With those final words, he was returned to the real world.
"…Hah! Hah… hah… Where am I?"
A clear, cloudless sky and tall buildings rising on either side filled his vision. And on top of him, one sleeping woman — Han Yeri, the one who had saved him and then fucked him.
"Zzz… mmm… mmm…"
Lifting his head, he found Han Yeri curled up on his stomach in a catlike pose, fast asleep. He was just wondering how anyone could fall asleep in a position like that when Seir's words came back to him.
She told me to ask Han Yeri for a fuck, right? To do that, first…
He tensed his core and roared.
"KIIIIIIIIAAAAAANG!!!!"
The lion's roar startled Han Yeri so badly she flailed upright.
"Uugh… where is this… Kyaa?!"
Slowly pushing herself up, Han Yeri saw him pinned beneath her and scrambled backward in a panic.
"Haa… where do you think? It's the alley."
"Th… that can't be… I was definitely working my shift at the convenience store…"
Han Yeri's face went bright red as she stared at the ground, her voice trembling.
She doesn't remember again…?
He felt a crushing frustration well up inside, but that wasn't what mattered right now. What mattered was clearing the quest — and for that, he needed Han Yeri.