Impregnate the Delinquent Girl
"Push!!! Push!!!!"
The crowd shoved us until we were crushed skin to skin, locked together. Our faces were so close I turned mine aside, afraid our lips might brush.
"Hah… why… aahn… why am I stuck with a piece of shit like this… hah…!"
The abuse kept coming even while we were joined.
"You're telling me."
It felt like we'd become a matched pair of complaints. The more Jeon Yu-rim cursed me, the harder I got—past stiff, yanked so tight it hurt.
"Aht… stop twitching! Park Woong-sung…"
Jeon Yu-rim had sins to spare, but her pussy, it seemed, was innocent of every one of them.
"Push!!! Push!!!!"
A shove at my back mashed her tits against me. Our nipples went from a peck straight into a deep kiss.
"Ah…!"
"Nn…!"
We stared at each other, startled.
"Hah…!"
"Ngh…!"
"Push!! Push!!"
"Ghk… ghk… Park Woong-sung… this is… seriously too much."
"Hey. Do you really hate me that much?"
Honestly, I didn't get it. I had reason to hate her—she'd tormented me. But Jeon Yu-rim? What the hell did she hate me for?
"Yeah… I fucking hate you. More than anyone in the world!"
Sleeping with her didn't feel like it would restore my Regression. Even now, in a state you could already call sex, my instinct was refusing it—screaming that I must not regress. I wasn't even sure that instinct was wired straight to death. I could finish inside her and check, but the problem was these people. All they did was push. To actually come I needed to thrust, and they showed no intention of letting that happen.
"Push!!! Push!!!!"
"Puuuuush!!!!!!!!!"
It was obvious they meant to crush me and Jeon Yu-rim to death just like this.
"Ha."
I couldn't die yet. Using telekinesis would make this the third time, and I had no idea how hard the backlash would hit. The sense was brand new. Worse, the Talkative Middle-Aged Woman had a gun in my face. One twitch of her finger and I was dead. I didn't know if telekinesis could catch a bullet. With time to prepare, maybe. In a sudden moment, the odds of failure were overwhelming—and a bullet is faster than sound. If she so much as flexed her finger in the instant I tried to turn the muzzle, my head would burst. In theory, anyway.
She'd already gotten what she wanted: me and Jeon Yu-rim joined. Her head would be nothing but murder now. This was the moment she'd lost her caution. Even a cunning bitch like her had to leave a gap somewhere. The muzzle was wavering, her aim not quite locked, so I figured I was right. Better to use their madness. That didn't mean I was skipping telekinesis. I used it. Just not on the target they expected.
The moment I did, blood poured from my nose.
"Hehe… push harder!!!! Push!!!!!!!!!!"
She'd noticed the nosebleed. That was the bait. It would look like my organs were being crushed and I was coughing blood.
"Push!!!!!! Push!!!!!!"
"Push!! Push!!!!"
"S-stop… ghk… it hurts…!!!"
Jeon Yu-rim clung tight in my arms, crying out in pain. People are strange. She was my enemy, and yet—maybe because of the inside of her clenched around my cock—my heart went oddly soft. Not that I forgave her. It was the humanity in her body heat. I'd always thought of her as a demon, and I'd never imagined she had anything this warm inside her. At least she still looked human, unlike these lunatics who'd handed their selves over to the frenzy.
"Gyaaaah!!!!!"
"H-hiiik!!!"
"S-save me!"
From among that mad crowd—automatons that had been repeating nothing but push—a different kind of scream rose. My plan was unfolding exactly as I'd expected. I'd known it would. What was happening nearby, why Second Lieutenant Park Dae-geun wouldn't step outside, why the rations kept shrinking: he'd opened his mouth, and he was the one with real information. That was how I could be sure. Aliens had been spotted close to the shelter. If this insane cheering leaked outside, they would come. Obviously. So I hadn't turned my telekinesis on people. I'd turned it on the barricade sealing the shelter.
It wasn't safe for me either. The aliens would come. But if I stayed here like an idiot, I'd die by bullet or by being crushed flat. Right now, the gamble was how you stayed alive. If I wanted them to burn through their ammunition, I needed another enemy. A common enemy. Of course they might decide the conditions for Regression had been met and put a round in my skull. One sentence would handle that.
"If I die now, I can't regress…!!"
"N-no! You clearly said if you had sex, you could regress!!!!"
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman denied it.
"No… I have to reach climax… and all you're doing is pushing!!"
"Don't pull that bullshit!!!!!!"
"Think about it. What's the end of sex? Coming inside!"
The moment I said it, she startled—and so did Jeon Yu-rim.
"Hey! Hey! What are you gonna do to me!? Are you insane!?"
Yu-rim got there first. I kept talking to the woman.
"I want to regress too!! Hold those alien bastards off until I come!"
"How the hell are we supposed to!!"
"You've got a weapon, don't you?"
"…How am I supposed to stop that with this…"
"Then just shoot me in the head and get raped."
"…Tch!!!"
In the end the muzzle swung from my head to the aliens.
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.
Shooting a gun is just pulling the trigger, and she was doing a decent job of it. Surprisingly good at handling the recoil, too. But there were only so many bullets. Before long the magazine would be empty, and these people would be crudely stuffed full by the aliens. Yu-rim and I wouldn't be exceptions. I had to end this fast.
"M-move!"
"Th-there's a gun, how do I shoot this? Ngh! Ahn! Ahn, ahn!"
"Not the ass!! The pussy, at least! Ahn! Ahn!"
"Not even my husband ever got my ass!!!!"
Tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. Tat-tat-tat-tat!!!!
Middle-aged women scrambling naked for weapons just to stay alive, and this voluptuous Talkative Middle-Aged Woman firing a gun in the nude—I doubted I'd see a sight like this again as long as I lived.

Truly bizarre.
Once the people shoving us were gone, Jeon Yu-rim started to topple backward. That was when she hooked her arms around my neck.
"You can just climb down."
"Ah. Yeah. Anyway—you said regression? Can you actually do that?"
"Yeah. That's real."
"If you regress, the sex with you gets wiped out of my memory, right?"
"Obviously. You won't remember this day at all."
"Ha……"
Jeon Yu-rim let out a long sigh, then spoke.

"I just have to… make you come…?"
"I don't particularly want to come in you, though."
I still hated her. She'd only started to feel human. That didn't make her good.
"…Are you kidding me? I'm popular, you know?"
"I'll give you your looks. You're pretty. Your personality's ugly, so I hate it."
"…I-if I'm pretty, isn't that enough?"
"A minute ago you hated me enough to die, and now you want to have sex?"
"No! I'm saying if you can go back, I'll do that much for you…!"
I thought for a moment. We were already fucking. There was nowhere left to retreat. This girl's pussy was the kind that got carved into you—carved into my collection. Something I couldn't erase anyway.
"Fine. Let's do it."
"…Uh. Ah, yeah."
I undid the rope and settled in to take the sex seriously. The people left were fighting the aliens, but they wouldn't last. The bullets would run out. I didn't know if I'd get my Regression back, but if I came, I'd have my answer.
"We're doing this?"
"…Yeah."
Jeon Yu-rim looked away. Even a demon like her was still a woman, huh. I drove my hips forward and sank my cock in deep.
"Ah… aht…!"
The two of us, who'd done nothing but insult each other, were making the sounds of a man and a woman now.
"Hah…! Ah… aaahn…!"
At first I'd thought fucking Jeon Yu-rim would feel rotten, but strangely it felt like a wound was closing. So this was what they meant by teaching someone a real lesson. Old memories surfaced while we moved.
Jeon Yu-rim used to throw her slippers at me every class. She'd stick a foot out and say it.
"Hey. My slipper."
"Ah. Yeah."
I'd bring it to her.
"Put it on me."
"Ah. Yeah."
When I got close enough to do it, she'd slip the shoe aside and press her toes hard into my inner thigh.
"Ack!"
"Hey! Park Woong-sung, who said you could wander around during class!"
And whenever I talked with Seo Mi-na, she always showed up. She'd throw an arm over my shoulder like we were close, heavy and fake.
"Park Woong-sung, what are you doing?"
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"No… just a friend."
"Her name's Seo Mi-na?"
"Y-yeah."
"And you. You got business with my boyfriend?"
"Oh. So you two are dating. I didn't know. Sorry."
Ridiculous lies, every time. And every time, Seo Mi-na ended up hating me. I never understood why. I did now. Because Seo Mi-na liked me…
"Hah…"
"Nnh…"
Jeon Yu-rim kept stealing glances at me. Suddenly she lifted her hips and wrapped her arms around me.
"Ah… aht… hah…"
Clinging to me, she started rocking her hips. Hard.

Then she looked me straight in the face.
"If we k-kiss… it'll be faster… right…?"
"Not because you want to?"
"Th-that's… not it!!"
"Then don't."
The words had barely left me before Jeon Yu-rim kissed me. She pulled away for a moment.
"I-I'm just trying to make you come faster. Don't get the wrong idea…"
I could feel her breath. Those lips that had only ever cursed me were tangled with my tongue. I had no other way to name the feeling. It wasn't a bad one, though. If anything, the urge to come rushed in fast.
"Yu-rim… I think I'm gonna come."
"Ah… i-inside is fine…"
"You sure?"
"Y-yeah, just… do it… hurry…"
I held her and came with my chin resting on her shoulder.
"Aaaa…!!!"
"Hah…! I-it feels good…"
"Didn't think the word good would ever come out of your mouth…"
Right in the middle of that, the middle-aged women fighting the aliens floated up into the air. I thought I'd fired off my telekinesis without meaning to while I came. I hadn't. No nosebleed. No damage in my head.
That was when I saw someone walking toward us, leaving people hanging in the sky like clouds.
"…Huh?"
It was definitely a person. I didn't trust my eyes. It couldn't be. Then the Talkative Middle-Aged Woman shouted.
"What is that!! Kill it!!!"
She burst like a firecracker. Yu-rim and I were drenched in her blood.
"Kyaaa!"
Jeon Yu-rim screamed. And the person walking toward us was Seo Mi-na.