This Is a Mission?

Han Yeri slowly opened the door and stepped into the room.

"Umm... is it okay if I come i—"

"Don't you fucking come near me, you psycho bitch! I'll press this button!"

I shoved the watch on my left wrist forward, thrusting it toward Han Yeri as I yelled.

"Please calm down! I know this is completely insane, but I don't really understand what's happening either, okay?!"

Han Yeri flailed her arms in the air, her voice rising nearly to a shout.

That much was probably true. It matched what had been written on Sunaestagram earlier.

"I remember that you— wait, no, Teacher? I don't know what to call you, so I'll just go with Teacher... I remember calling the police because something bad was happening to you, but after that, everything's a blank? And when I came to my senses, you were under me, and I was... um..."

Han Yeri trailed off, her cheeks turning bright red.

"You were fucking the absolute hell out of me from on top! You perverted piece of trash!"

I exploded at her, fury pouring out of every word. How dare she pin down an alpha male among alpha males — me — and milk me dry?

Han Yeri just stood there, face flushed scarlet, stammering incoherently without a single coherent word.

In my entire life, the only time I'd ever been pinned beneath a woman was as an infant, buried in my mother's chest while nursing.

It hit me all over again — ever since I'd been dumped into this godforsaken world, the humiliations just kept piling up.

"Haaah... and these clothes? You put them on me while I was out cold, didn't you? So while I was completely defenseless, you— ugh, that gives me the creeps, you sick freak!!"

I wrapped my arms around myself, voice dripping with contempt.

"N-No! I swear on everything I am, I absolutely did not do anything like that! I just... I thought you might be cold, so I put clothes on you and covered you with a blanket!"

"Then just the blanket would've been fine! And this is a winter blanket — it's ridiculously thick! There's no way you didn't think of that!"

Han Yeri flinched as if I'd struck a nerve. She stood frozen, unable to speak — then suddenly dropped to her knees and threw herself into a full forehead-to-floor prostration!

"P-Please, just look the other way this once!! Maybe when I was a kid it was different, but now I'd actually go to prison for this! Waaahhh!!!"

She burst into tears right there in her dogeza. A completely unpredictable psycho, this one.

"Sniff... To be honest, I... I did touch it a few times down there, but I never actually... p-penetrated or anything like that..."

You absolutely fucking did, you lunatic...

Amnesia really was the most bullshit thing in the world, wasn't it? She'd forced her cock into me as a baseline, made me eat her out against my will, and now she was trying to wipe the whole slate clean with a single "I don't remember~"? I wanted to press her harder, but more interrogation would only wear out my mouth — and I didn't have the energy left for it anyway.

"Haaah... Hey. Go get me some water. You drained me so dry my throat's killing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me."

"Huh? Oh— y-yes! Yes!"

The moment she heard me, Han Yeri scrambled out of the room in a panic to fetch water. Come to think of it, when that blonde pervert had been getting arrested earlier, I'd said I was thirsty and Han Yeri had sprinted off to the convenience store for a bottle... The scene was identical.

Seeing her flip straight back into doormat mode, I probably don't have to worry about getting railed again. Phew...

The fact that I, Kim Taeyang — a real man — was feeling relieved that a woman wouldn't fuck me anymore... my pride took another hit. But it wasn't the first or second time, so by now I was getting numb to it.

"Um... I brought the water. Is it okay if I come in?"

Han Yeri asked from the doorway, careful not to cross the threshold.

Looking at her like this, she was just a cute girl — Girl Type A. And yet she was a being capable of overpowering me and taking me by force... Every time I looked at her face, a chill ran down my spine. But then again, she herself barely understood what she'd done. A magnanimous man like me ought to forgive her, right?

"Yeah. Come in, Han Yeri."

I spoke in a calm, even tone.

Han Yeri smiled at my words and stepped into the room.

Yeah — what could a tiny, adorable girl like her really have done wrong? All of this was that bastard God of Pure Love's fault anyway.

"Um... would it be okay if I sat next to—"

"Absolutely not!"

Han Yeri's face fell. She pulled a cushion off the floor, set it under her hips, and sat down.

This wasn't about forgiveness anymore. My body itself seemed to be having a full-blown rejection response to Han Yeri's very existence.

Is this that PTSD thing people talk about? God, my pride is in fucking tatters...

Without a word, I snatched up the water she'd brought, downed it in one shot, and set the cup on the floor beside the bed.

"Gulp, gulp... Pwah! Okay, I can live again... Anyway, Han Yeri. I'll take your word about that personality thing from earlier, so don't beat yourself up too much."

"Y-Yes? Really?"

Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, shimmering with something like gratitude.

"Waaahhh! Thank you so much! Actually, something similar happened when I was little... and back then, nobody believed me... Not even my family!"

The more she spoke, the more her voice shifted — from tearful to something closer to raw, bitter injustice.

If what she said was true, she probably had done it to some other boy before — but that would've been the psycho personality's doing. Pitiful and completely unhinged, all at once...

Of course, I didn't feel a shred of genuine sympathy for her. At the end of the day, she was still the one who'd fucked me.

"Right. Got it. Anyway, I'm leaving. There's nothing good about sticking around here any longer, and I just want to go home and rest."

I spoke in a firm voice and pushed myself up from the bed, planting my feet on the floor. The tone was decisive — the reality was that my legs were shaking like crazy.

"W-Wait a second!"

As I crossed the threshold toward the front door, Han Yeri reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Ugh?! Hey! Why the hell are you grabbing me? I've got nothing left to say to you, so I'm leaving!"

The moment her hand closed around my arm, a current shot through my body — a full-body shudder. Something close to the sensation of climax.

I didn't want her catching on, so I deliberately snapped at her.

"I-I just... I was wondering if I should give you my number... We live next door, and I don't like bragging, but I've trained in combat sports for a long time... If you ever run into trouble, I'm confident I could get there faster than the police..."

If Han Yeri's pervert personality was a full-blown maniac, then regular Han Yeri was a quieter kind of maniac.

She'd just been face-down on the floor apologizing, and now she wanted to exchange numbers? And even setting that aside — was I supposed to be crazy enough to accept?

"Beep-beep-dee, beep-bee-ro-ri—"

I left Han Yeri's place, unlocked my door, and stepped inside.

The second I was home, I threw myself onto the bed. My energy was completely drained — I wanted to pass out on the spot — but sleep stubbornly refused to come, and my stomach was growling viciously.

Haaah... I need to eat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠something...

With that thought, I held my phone up toward the ceiling and turned on the screen. The time was 6:12. I'd gone out around eleven to get fucked by Han Yeri, so I'd been unconscious at her place for roughly three or four hours.

I stopped thinking, unlocked the pattern, and opened my contacts.

Why the hell did I actually do that... Did I temporarily lose my mind?

There on the screen sat a brand-new contact. The owner of that number was none other than Han Yeri.

It was a decision that defied all rational understanding. Even I thought so — but in that moment, my body had moved on its own. Like a servant who obeyed his master's every word without question.

Further thought was pointless.

It was already in the past. No point dwelling on it. I pushed myself up and walked to the kitchen to make something — anything — to eat.

I'll just throw together some ra—

"Nngh! Aaah! Yes! It feels so fucking good!!"

"Hah... hah... P-Please, just stop for a sec...!"

I couldn't tell if it was the upstairs or downstairs unit, but the sounds of extremely vigorous sex were coming through loud and clear. Something about it felt off, though. Familiar, and yet — in this world — strangely wrong...

Ah, right! The one begging them to stop is the woman!

It was pure speculation based only on my own experience, but I'd figured that in this world, the woman-on-top position was the mainstream for sex.

And yet the moans were coming from the woman, not the man? And the man sounded like he was thoroughly enjoying himself?

Holy shit... Yeah. This is what sex is supposed to sound like! This is insanely hot.

I leaned in, ready to press my ear against the wall for a clearer ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠listen. But in that exact instant, my phone buzzed.

"Ding."

Every hair on my body stood on end. Of course, ever since I'd gotten this body, I didn't have armpit hair or a beard — not even peach fuzz — but still.

That bastard God of Pure Love just handed down a quest... Fuck! I really don't want to do this!

But what choice did I have? If I wanted to escape this pathetic little pretty-boy body as fast as possible, clearing quests as quickly as I could was the only way out...

I peeled myself off the wall and dragged myself toward the bedroom where my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠phone lay.

Part of me thought a guy ought to at least get to eat a meal in peace — but if that bastard were the type to care about things like that, he never would've dumped me into this world in the first place.

I hauled my exhausted body into the bedroom, turned on the phone, and checked the message.

Sure enough, it was from that God of Pure Love bastard.

Haaah... Fine. Let's at least see what the quest is this time.

I started reading through the message.

I finished reading and sat there in blank disbelief for a moment — then let out a triumphant whoop.

"Thank you!! Thank you, God!!"

In other words, this meant I was supposed to fuck the absolute hell out of that Na Yeri girl, right?

A mission this welcome, handed to an alpha male among alpha males like me... For a second, I almost felt like forgiving every single rotten thing that god bastard had done up to now.

So I just have to fuck her, huh? Heh heh heh... Alright then. Mission accepted — I'm going to wreck her completely!

In high spirits, I filled a pot with water and started boiling ramen, humming under my breath.

Completely unaware that this mission might turn out to be several times harder and more exhausting than the first one—