A Second Life, Courtesy of a Mad Goddess
He had been given a terminal diagnosis.
Life had been a struggle from the moment he was born. His body was frailer than other children's, and in the end—in the very flower of his early twenties—the finale of his existence had been scheduled for him.
If I'd known it would end like this, I would've just blown every last cent and enjoyed myself.
He had believed there would be light at the end of all that effort. Light, his ass. Even an ordinary life had never been permitted to him.
Ding.
A chime sounded, the signal changed, and he started across the crosswalk.
There were clearly no cars on the road. There wasn't even a single person.
Something's off—
The moment a faint sense of wrongness touched him—
KRAAANG!!!
...?
Pain tore through him, as if something had struck his entire body with tremendous force. He felt it, and yet it didn't hurt all that much. In an instant he was flung off the crosswalk. The world spun, and he crumpled to the ground.
Strangely, there was no pain.
The last thing his eyes caught was a woman inside a blood-spattered cargo truck, waving her hand.
And so Choi Yurang—a man in his twenties who had been handed a terminal sentence—died.
It was a life, and a death, both absurd and lonely.
"Ah..."
After death, there should have been no other beginning. And yet the consciousness sunk in darkness slowly woke and rose toward the surface.
At last both eyes flew open. Choi Yurang shot upright and frantically took in his surroundings.
Where... am I?
He was certain a truck had hit him and killed him. So why was he alive? And what was this place? In a pure-white space containing nothing at all, his confusion refused to fade.
Don't tell me this is heaven.
That was the conclusion he reached after looking around for a long while. He was confident he had lived decently. He had never made anyone cry, never hit anyone, never stolen a thing. On top of that he had died young, so he had even entertained the thought that maybe, in death, he could go to heaven.
But isn't heaven a little too shabby?
Where were the dazzling buildings that bordered on art? Had the baby angels playing instruments all been a lie?
He was sitting there thinking as much when—
Shaaaaa—!
The pure-white sky split in two, and a cascade of light descended. From the rent heavens, a woman slowly came down.
A woman in a black dress. Judged on the dress alone, almost none of her skin was showing—but the fabric was so thin it could not hide an overwhelming figure, and even covered, she could not conceal an obscene allure. And she was beautiful beyond belief. So much so that even perfect, the word that best matched his ideal type, fell short.
"......"
He stared at her, speechless, soul half-gone.
She descended slowly and set foot on the ground.
"Ah."
The blank, emotionless expression shifted at once into a gentle smile.
"I finally succeeded."
"...Succeeded?"
Succeeded at what? If someone announced success out of nowhere, how was he even supposed to react? Yurang stared at her for a long moment, then asked, carefully.
"Where is this...? I'm fairly sure I died."
An unidentified space, and a peerless beauty materialized before his eyes. Everything was bewildering, but he still had to ask.
At his question, the woman's blue eyes glittered. Not that they shone with light or anything—just a faint sparkle. Her golden hair, on the other hand, had been sparkling from the start.
"I have been searching for the right person for a very, very long time."
"......"
"My successor. The heir who will rule the world I created."
Successor. Given that she had made a world, she was undoubtedly a god, or some transcendent being on that level.
"Honestly... the right person was incredibly hard to find. Everyone had desires, but they were not pure desires."
"Pure desires..."
"But you were different. A desire clean and pure, without a single speck of dust. A powerful desire buried in your inner self—one even you yourself could not perceive."
Every word of hers felt sincere. Judging sincerity in front of an omniscient being was a ridiculous thing to do, granted. Hands clasped piously together, she seemed overcome with rapture.
"So please, become my successor and govern the world. Take everything I leave behind, without missing a single thing."
"...Uh. Me?"
It was an absurd story. A being omniscient enough to create a world had chosen him as her heir. She was even approaching him with a polite request, which made refusing awkward. More than anything, he had no idea what might be done to him if he refused.
"What... would you have me do?"
"Hehe... It seems you have made your decision."
She unclasped her hands and covered her mouth with one of them, smiling softly. That alone was beautiful enough to make his heart feel as if it might burst.
"But before that, there is a path you absolutely must walk, Yurang."
"And what path is that?"
What kind of path could it be? How painful, how harsh, how difficult? He waited for what came next, a little tense—
"...What?"
At a request he had never imagined, his brain stalled and his thoughts simply stopped.
Train them? Females? What in the world was she saying?
He was lost, but she was not going to wait any longer.
"The pure desire hidden inside you, Yurang... If you possess a desire like that, it is entirely possible. Please... rule the world I made."
"......"
Yurang, who had been staring blankly at her, finally came to his senses.
This crazy—
It was a thought far too blasphemous to aim at an omnipotent being.
So right now she's telling me to train the women of her world? Me?
Toward him, frozen in place, the woman slowly approached and pressed her body close. Breasts soft and full enough to pass for watermelons crushed against his chest.
"Well? Will you do it?"
Even so, she paid that no mind, and whispered at his ear.
"...How could I possibly do that?"
It was a clear refusal. The burden was far too much for Yurang. Entering the world she had made and living a new life—that, he did not mind. But training women and turning them into females? His conscience would not allow something that inhumane and ruthless.
"Is that so...? Then, if you finish everything and come back... I will give you all of me."
"......"
"I am the only woman who perfectly matches your ideal type, am I not? So... if you finish the job, I will give you permission to devour me however you like."
Permission to devour her. Did she even know what she was saying right now?
"Even so... I can't."
He had nearly given in for a moment, but he refused once more. No matter how sweet the offer from the woman of his dreams, what could not be done could not be done.
"......"
When he made his refusal clear a second time, the woman drew away from him.
Is she giving up...?
If she gave up, could he finally rest in peace? For a brief moment, he dreamed a faint hope.
But the woman had no intention of giving up.
"In that case... I will have no choice but to force you."
"...!"
At the same time, she drew up her power and began to interfere with Yurang's body. Control was stolen from him in an instant. He strained with everything he had, trying somehow to flee, but it was all useless.
Wearing a bewitching expression laced with a hint of anticipation, she forcibly shoved him into her world. He could not catch hold of his severing consciousness, and lost it entirely.
Once he was gone, the pure-white space grew quiet again.
I wonder how he will grow. Whether he can make it all the way here.
Would he burn with vengeance toward the woman who had thrown him by force into an unknown world? Or would he simply adapt to that world and accept it?
If he burned with revenge and reached her once more—
"Hh...♡"
Her face flushed a little, and she felt her lower belly tighten.
I am really... excited.
Conquered by the hands of an avenger who had overcome hardship and adversity. The arrogant goddess would surrender to pleasure and live out her life as the female of someone who had been a mere human. A being she could have crushed to death with a single finger... toyed with, brought to climax by a single finger.
That was what she truly wanted.
A goddess with the damned, bizarre fetish of longing to be the one conquered. Kiriel.
Consciousness, once severed, returned again. This time it came back faster, and he was able to open his eyes.
"Haa..."
Yurang got up at once and looked around. What met his eyes was a filthy alley. Trash had been tossed about at random, and a disgusting stench rose from the unsanitary lane.
Where is this—ugh...!
Before long a skull-splitting headache struck, and a tremendous volume of information began to be forced into him. He did not collapse or pass out in some undignified heap. He simply breathed, slow and deep, and waited until the headache passed.
It was not long before the pain vanished completely... and his head was filled with a vast amount of information.
This place is... what kind of world?
Having gone through all of it, he could not help but be shocked. The world he had entered was not one he was seeing for the first time.
Must a Hero Never Love Purely...? To think I'd end up inside that world.
The place he had arrived was the world inside a game. A game world where nothing existed but the pure love between the protagonist and the heroines. Parts of it were very much a matter of taste, but pure love was still pure love, and he remembered playing it with genuine enjoyment. It was the only adult game he had ever played.
And my current identity is a bottom-tier Kaijin...
The bigger problem was who he was right now.
Sadistic Doctor... real name, Choi Arang. A name I've never heard.
He was, apparently, one of the lowest-ranking Kaijin in the Kaijin Association. The Kaijin who called himself the Sadistic Doctor was him, as he was now.
He checked his appearance in a cracked mirror hanging on the alley wall. A very handsome man. White hair, black eyes. His body, too, was not one that had never exercised—he had the solid build of someone who had trained to a fair degree.
...This isn't what's important right now.
The greatest problem lay elsewhere.
Why—why am I still terminal...?
Namely, that he was still dying. A Kaijin with only a month left—as good as dead already.
Still, they gave me a way out along with it, so maybe I should call that a mercy...
Among the information was a method for escaping his terminal condition. That method was training. If he trained and conquered the various beings of this place—Heroes, Villains, Kaijin, and the rest—he could extend his lifespan.
In the end, he was fated to train women whether he wanted to or not.