Chapter 3
“Haa... for now, let’s get out of here. Staying put won’t solve anything.”
After thinking it over for a while, I figured I should probably listen to whatever this God of Pure Love was saying, at least for the moment.
Ever since my body had been changed overnight into something almost sexless and androgynous, reality itself had become questionable anyway. And if what this god said was true, then I wanted to clear every mission as fast as possible and get my original body back.
First, before heading to the convenience store, I brushed my teeth and washed my face in a hurry, threw on a cap, and left the apartment wearing the shorts and sleeveless shirt I’d slept in.
“The convenience store right in front of the apartment must be Six-Eleven, right? And Han Yeri... what the hell kind of woman is she? I just hope she’s not too ugly...”
I muttered to myself and pressed the elevator’s down button.
A few seconds later, the doors opened with a ding. “Ding-dong—this is the 4th floor.”
Inside was a woman with a body and face so perfect it felt unreal.
Her skin had been tanned a deep brown, as if she’d spent too long under the sun, and her hair had been dyed blond.
Seeing her in a crop top that exposed her navel and short pants that showed the crease of her ass, my cock stiffened on pure instinct.
“...Huh?!”
Ignoring her little gasp, I stepped into the elevator as if nothing had happened.
The woman inside immediately started staring openly at my body the second she saw me.
Her gaze slid from my hair to my neck, then over my chest and down to my thighs, sticky and shameless, and when it landed on my cock—now clearly hard enough to press against my pants—she licked her lips, eyes fixed on it.
“This is the 1st floor—doors opening.”
Not long after the alarm announced our arrival on the first floor, the doors slid open.
I bolted out like I was running for my life.
“Hey, buddy~? You live in this apartment?”
I ignored the voice calling after me on purpose and headed quickly for the apartment entrance.
If that woman caught me now, I had no idea what she might do to me, and that thought filled me with dread and panic.
...No way. Did I just get scared of a bitch? Me, Kim Taeyang?
Half-fleeing, I suddenly felt my pride take a massive hit.
Until yesterday, I’d been the kind of man who made women cry whether it was in bed or in bars, anywhere I pleased.
And now I was running away like a coward because a woman scared me? Absolutely not.
Even in this body, I’d spent years training in fighting and lifting. I knew all the vital points on a human body, how to put weight behind a punch, how to use strength efficiently. I knew all of it.
There’s no way I can’t handle some woman like that!
That was what I thought, and I acted on it immediately.
“And what exactly are you going to do about it? Whether I live here or somewhere else, what business is that of yours?” I stopped in my tracks, turned back, and said to her in a sharp voice as she slowly walked toward me. “And you’ve been staring at me with some seriously weird eyes since earlier. It’s disgusting, so don’t talk to me. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
To me, it felt like I’d been almost too polite, but she hadn’t actually done anything to threaten me yet. She’d just ogled me in that sticky way. If I got too harsh now, it might make me look weak instead.
“...Puhahahaha! What the hell, this bastard... you’re funny, huh?”
She let out a sly laugh and came closer, breathing a little hard.
I answered her with an easy smile of my own and walked toward her without backing down.
“Haa... you really are... built to be fucked, aren’t you? You had a hard-on a second ago, too, so what, it shrank already? Doesn’t matter. The way you’re dressed makes it obvious you’re a little slut.”
By then, the space between us had shrunk to barely the width of a finger.
I couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong with my clothes, but I knew this bitch was trying to force herself on me. The reason was simple: her right hand was reaching for my cock.
“What the hell are you doing? Get your hand off me, you bitch... huh?”
I slapped her arm away and threw a punch at her face.
...That was what should have happened, but her arm didn’t budge an inch.
I hadn’t pulled my punch.
I had clearly used every ounce of strength I had to knock her hand away from my cock, and yet she didn’t even flinch.
Before I knew it, her right hand had gently closed around my cock.
“Kkh... let go, you fucking bitch!”
I hammered at the hand that was kneading my cock with both of mine like it was some squishy slime, but instead of hurting, she only seemed to get more turned on. Breathing harder, she shoved me against the wall and pinned both my arms up with one hand, leaving me unable to resist at all.
“Haa... haa... you fucking bastard... you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You’re pretending to resist just so you can enjoy it, huh?!”
“A-ah! No... ngh... please... please stop... stop it...”
I kept straining to break free, but my strength began to drain away.
My cock swelled with all its might, straining hard enough to seem like it would burst through my pants, its outline becoming unmistakably clear. But all I could feel was my mind growing hazy and the rising need to cum—there was no pain at all.
“Aaah... I’m going to cum... I think I’m gonna lose it...”
I muttered with half my mind gone.
Hearing me, she grinned like a pervert getting exactly what she wanted and yanked down my pants and underwear.
“Yeah, come on, cum already! I’ll take every bit of it in my mouth!”
With my lower half stripped bare, she swallowed my long cock whole and began to suck on it carefully, obscenely, greedily.
I could feel her tongue licking the head, and my cock was buried so deeply in her throat that I could tell her uvula was moving around it.
“Churup... churuup... hurrry up and cum!”
Fellatio had always been a position I’d received a lot, but this was the first time I’d ever felt pleasure this intense.
“Nghhh! O-ogog?!“
Splurt—splurrrrrt—
In the end, I let out a moan I’d usually only hear from a woman and came spectacularly.
She took all my semen into her mouth and swallowed it down, gulp by gulp.
“Gulp, gulp... wow, you’re something else. To shoot that much thick cum...”
After drinking every last drop of what I’d shot, she looked satisfied and spoke with a pleased expression.
I couldn’t tell exactly how much I’d ejaculated into her mouth, but one thing was certain: it was the first time in my life I’d ever felt like I’d come this much.
I was still panting and my head was spinning, but it didn’t feel like physical exhaustion. It felt like I was so overwhelmed by pleasure that I couldn’t think straight.
“Haa... haa... i-it’s... it’s enough now... let me go...”
I said, barely holding on to my fading consciousness.
But the perverted woman heard me, smiled with a nasty little curl of her lips, and shoved me onto the ground before climbing on top of me.
She kept my left arm pinned in place, making sure I still couldn’t struggle.
“Hey, you little slut. You think it’s all about you getting satisfied?! What about my pussy getting worked up because of you?”
As she said that, she ripped off her own pants and underwear in one smooth motion with her free hand.
Unlike the skin she’d exposed outside her clothes, the skin beneath her underwear was nearly white, and juice was already pouring from her cunt like a flood.
“This is right by the apartment entrance, you crazy bitch... people walk through here, so I c...”
“Shut up! I can’t take it anymore... no woman can look at this and stay sane! If you want to look, then look, damn it!”
Before I could finish, the pervert on top of me covered my mouth with her hand and shouted at the top of her lungs.
Then she moved the hand that had been covering my mouth down to my cock.
“Haa... haa... finally, I’m going to take the real thing...”
She brought my cock to her cunt.
The next moment, with only the actual insertion left—
“S-Stop, you rape bastard!”
The apartment entrance doors flew open, and a woman in a convenience store uniform appeared.
She looked to be in her mid- to late teens at first glance, maybe even younger, but the fact that she was wearing a convenience store uniform made it clear she was an adult working part-time.
What mattered, though, wasn’t her. It was the people behind her.
Female police officers with solid, lean muscular builds were running toward us, each holding what looked like a Taser gun.
“Oh, shit! We’re fucked, goddamn it!!”
The expression on the pervert on top of me turned from arousal to terror, and she scrambled off me, trying to run for the stairs—but it was too late.
“Don’t move! If you do, we’ll shoot!”
As the officers who had sprinted over aimed their guns at her as she headed for the stairs, she finally raised both hands and froze in place.
“Are you all right? Please, cover yourself with this first.”
One of the officers came over to me, helped me up with a worried look, and draped a large blanket over me.
The moment she supported my body and her arm and armpit brushed against my trapezius and neck, her face suddenly turned red.
“Ahem! This may not be the kind of thing I should say to a victim, but... if a man wears something like that, it’s a little...”
After helping me to my feet, her face still red, she couldn’t even meet my eyes as she continued speaking while I remained wrapped in a long blanket that covered me from my upper body to my legs.
That was when the woman in the convenience store uniform I’d seen earlier walked up to me.
“Um... are you okay?”
She asked in a timid voice, her hands fidgeting nervously. Her bangs were so long they nearly covered her eyes.
Then I noticed her name tag.
It read Han Yeri.
Ah. So it’s her.
I thought to myself.
Maybe this mission would be easier than I’d expected.