The First Penalty

"Aaaagh!! This isn't me!!"

I planted my feet hard against the edge of the bed, bellowed at the top of my lungs, and shoved myself upright.

Me — Kim Taeyang, a real man — feeling embarrassed just from remembering having sex with a woman?

That was absolute bullshit.

That Pure Love God bastard had to be jacking with my emotions. There was no other explanation. Without that, there was no way I'd ever turn into this kind of person.

Yeah, fuck it! That Pure Love — or Pure Chicken, whatever the hell his name is — scrambled my head for a second. That's all!

I couldn't keep living in this body. Not for one more day.

Better to clear the quests as fast as possible and get back into my real body. That was the only mentally healthy option left. So I made up my mind: I would focus every ounce of my will on screwing Na Yeri and clearing this quest.

I bolted for the bathroom, showered in record time, then dug through the closet for something to wear.

Everything hanging inside was identical to the clothes I'd worn in my original world — same style, just scaled down a size or two.

Yesterday the cops gave me shit for going out in a tank top and shorts… Ah, screw it! If I'm not wearing this, it doesn't even feel like I'm dressed!

A tank top and shorts were my signature look. Whether I was hitting the clubs, hanging out, or even stepping outside in the dead of winter — short sleeves and shorts. Every single time.

And I was the ultimate alpha male, no matter what anyone said.

The idea that I'd stop wearing what I wanted just because I was scared of getting railed by some woman? My pride would never allow it.

If I want to clear this quest fast… there's only one way.

I pulled on the tank top and shorts hanging in the closet, steeled myself, and walked out the door.

According to the original quest, I was supposed to deepen my bond with Na Yeri first, get invited over naturally, and then help her work through her sexual hang-ups. That was the proper route — the actual clear condition. But none of that felt important anymore.

Whatever the details said, wasn't the real point just to screw her?

Even if I ignored the written clear conditions, given the Pure Love God's personality, he probably wouldn't kill me over it.

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Right now, even if I take some risks, the priority is breaking the clear conditions on these long-ass quests, finishing them fast, and getting the hell out of this body!

With that decision locked in, I climbed the stairs to the floor above.

Taking an elevator for a single flight of stairs was not something an alpha male did.

"Hah… hah… fuck…"

No matter how hard it was, that principle had to be upheld!

The second I hit Na Yeri's front door, I'll seduce her hard, match her tastes, and tell her to let me fuck her.

Women in this world seemed to think with their pussies first and their brains second. All ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I had to do was use that.

And more importantly — this quest put me in the top position. That alone wiped out any hesitation about clearing it as fast as possible.

Bang bang—

I hammered on Na Yeri's front door with my fist.

"Na Yeri!! You're in there, right!? Get out here!!"

The moment I shouted, a racket erupted from inside the apartment, and then Na Yeri appeared in the doorway.

"Taeyang, hello…"

She started to speak and then her mouth simply stopped working.

Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, and her face flushed pink.

Same exact reaction as that bitch I ran into in the elevator last time. Looks like this one's turned on as hell too!

I closed in on the clearly flustered Na Yeri with a sly, inviting smile, saying nothing at all.

For every step I took forward, she gasped and retreated — and before I knew it, I was already inside her apartment.

Thud!—

Her back finally hit the wall beside the shoe cabinet. Even then, I didn't stop. I kept coming.

When only a handspan of space remained between us—

"Mmph!?"

Na Yeri looked thoroughly startled.

I'd gone up on my toes and pressed my lips over hers.

"Chuuup… churp… churp…"

The second our mouths met, I shoved my tongue into hers and kissed her hard and rough.

She froze for a moment — then, all at once, she was kissing me back even more fiercely than I was kissing her.

At this rate, I'm gonna lose the pace…

I made a snap decision and broke the kiss.

I wanted to clear this quest with me firmly in the lead. No exceptions.

"Haa… You're a pretty good kisser~ Shame to stop here, though…"

I let the sentence trail off as I casually hooked a finger under the right strap of my tank top and slid it down my shoulder, the gesture pure invitation.

"Ah… I… um…"

Na Yeri's pupils trembled like aspen leaves — the look of someone who had no idea where to put her eyes.

To spare her the trouble of deciding, I slipped my right hand down toward her crotch and began to move it slowly.

"Don't overthink it… Just leave your body to me for now."

"Haa… haa… W-wait!"

She tried to shove me away, flushed and panting — but there was no strength behind it at all.

After yesterday, after getting forcibly taken by women over and over, I knew the truth.

Women in this world had bodies far superior to men's.

Which meant: if she truly hated this, all she had to do was slap my hand away and throw me out.

But you're not doing that… which means you're enjoying it too, aren't you? You little pervert?

"Nngh…! I— I'm cumming!!"

Pssshhh— drip… drip—

Barely twenty seconds had passed.

Na Yeri squirted hard, climaxing with spectacular force.

"Haa… haa… nn…!"

Thud—

Her legs gave out. She crumpled to the floor in a heap.

I crouched down so our eyes were level and whispered against her ear.

"Want something that feels even better?"

Her face went scarlet. Without a word, she nodded.

Heh heh… That reaction is fucking adorable…

Hiding the filthy satisfaction curling through me, I started to help her up so we could head deeper into the apartment together.

And then—

My phone vibrated hard in my pocket.

Not a single buzz — a rapid, irregular series of them, like an incoming call that couldn't decide on a rhythm.

What now? Don't tell me… is this because I broke the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mission conditions?

A sudden, crushing wave of dread slammed into me. I yanked the phone from my pocket and checked the screen.

One message. Sender: the God of Pure Love. Of course.

I read it as fast as I could.

The instant I finished reading, the world spun. Everything went black.

And when my eyes opened again… I was somewhere that could only be called hell.

"Ugh… Where am I?"

I'd blacked out from a sudden wave of dizziness. When I came to and opened my eyes, I was lying alone in a pure white void.

I remembered the message — that I'd be dropped into the world of this morning's dream. But unlike the dream, there was no king-sized bed in sight. Just endless, blank white stretching in every direction.

My body was still the same fragile, delicate thing — not my original one.

"What the fuck… There's nothing here? Taken by who? What the hell are you talking about?"

I muttered to myself, scanning the emptiness — and then—

"Look up."

A woman's voice, cold and flat, drifted down from above.

I flinched and craned my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠neck toward the sky.

Floating overhead was a black-haired woman with sharp, piercing eyes, completely naked, staring down at me.

"I am Seir, assistant to the God of Pure Love."

She descended until she stood roughly a single pace in front of me.

"I am told your name is Kim Taeyang, and that prior to arriving in this world, you engaged in one-night stands on a daily basis. Is that correct?"

Sure, this place operated outside every rule I knew, and it had been built specifically to deliver my penalty — but this woman was just an assistant. A flunky. The Pure Love God's errand girl, at best.

I hadn't even flinched in front of the God of Pure Love himself. Bowing to some underling? My pride as an alpha male would never allow it.

So I dropped into a cross-legged sprawl on the floor and opened my mouth.

"Yeah, that's right. So what are you gonna do about it, lol."

I said it deliberately, just to get under her skin.

Even in a bad spot, never giving the other person the reaction they wanted — always steering things in a direction that favored me — that was my specialty.

Back when I'd found out a one-night stand was actually someone's girlfriend, I hadn't cared. I'd still marked her pussy with my cock. And when her boyfriend showed up looking for a fight, I'd hit him with the same energy — So what are you gonna do about it, lol — and then forced myself on his girl right in front of him.

In the end, she caved to my dick, dumped the guy who'd been her boyfriend, and became mine.

That's right. That man got NTRed.

But what had I done wrong? If being too much of an alpha male was a crime, then sure — guilty as charged.

"…"

The assistant's brow furrowed. Then she closed the distance between us in a blur.

"You… will require a severe punishment."

She snapped the fingers of her right hand.

My body spread itself flat on its own — arms and legs flung wide.

"What the fuck?! What's happening?"

I tried to fight it, panic flooding through me, but no strength would answer. In the dream, my body had gone limp and refused to move. Now the strength was there — I could feel it — but nothing would obey me.

"From this moment, you will experience the Infinite Milking Hell. I had not intended to administer a punishment of this severity… but given your attitude, this level of correction is clearly warranted."

She snapped her fingers a second time.

A king-sized bed — the same one from the dream — rose out of the floor. At the head and foot of the mattress hung restraint chains I'd never seen in the dream at all.

Some invisible force laid me out on the bed before I could resist. The instant my back hit the sheets, the chains locked around my wrists and ankles.

"Hoo… Prepare yourself. It has been some time since I last delivered a punishment, so I am somewhat tense… but for the sake of reforming a wicked man such as yourself… I am prepared to offer up this body of mine."

With that, she climbed on top of me — still bound, still helpless.

"Uh… could you maybe let me off just this once?"

"The God of Pure Love has stated that, when dealing with the wicked, conversation of the body is far more effective for reform than conversation of words. In other words — I will no longer speak with you."

And with that final declaration, she began slowly grinding her sex against my cock.

"Kh—?! W-wait! Stop!"

She hadn't even put it in yet, and my dick was already drowning in sensation.

"Haa… haa…"

Straddling me, rocking her hips forward and back, she said nothing — only breathed, rough and heavy.

"Nngh…! Please… just stop already…"

I hadn't even come, and the pleasure was driving me insane.

Had it been ten minutes since I landed here?

Was I actually going to survive four hours of this?

Anxiety and pleasure tangled together inside me — and beneath them, something familiar and deeply unpleasant began to surface.