How to Get Raped
A strange ceiling.
More than a month had already slid past since I'd been stuck in this temporary shelter, and still it felt strange.
The shelter was a subway station, gutted and rebuilt into something that passed for refuge. I didn't think I'd ever properly looked at a station ceiling in my life.
Was it always shaped like this?
The truth was, I was only staring because of Jeon Yu-rim. They were carrying her in with the backs of her knees hooked over someone else's arms, her pussy on full, shameless display.
Drop my eyes even a fraction from here and I'd be looking straight at Jeon Yu-rim's pussy, bare as anything. I didn't want to look. I wanted to refuse. I couldn't tear my eyes off the ceiling.
"Please, partake to your heart's content... and lead us into paradise..."
If I just lay here and did nothing, my cock and Jeon Yu-rim's pussy were going to be forced together. A stranger, and this might even have been enjoyable — a kind of pilgrimage, hunting down the regression ability. Only if the other person wasn't Jeon Yu-rim.
The villainess who'd made my school years a living hell. The person I'd forcibly scrubbed out of my head after graduation. Somebody out there might call this poetic justice. Not me. At least, not for me. Because the existence of Jeon Yu-rim — the one who terrified me — might rise up in my head every single time I had sex.
I could hear her screaming.
"Let go of me!! I said let go!!!"
Why was I just lying here when I had telekinesis?
Yeah. Good question.
About thirty minutes earlier.
"Are you a virgin...?"
"Wh... what the hell are you saying? Lady, are you insane?"
The smile hooked all the way up to the middle-aged woman's ears went stiff.
"This is perfectly normal."
The air felt different.
"It is precisely because it is normal that we seek to regress to a past that was normal."
"You can turn back time, can't you... My daughter died."
"I had a son..."
"My husband... my son..."
"My wife..."
"I'm a soldier... I don't even know if my family's alive...!"
Every one of them had a story. Now that they knew regression was possible, they were ready to lay down their own lives if it meant getting back what they'd lost. They'd learned that even if they threw those lives away, they'd be alive again once time rewound.
Forcing a virgin up as an offering? To these people, it was nothing but an opportunity.
"You actually believe that regression bullshit?!!! Get a grip!"
"That young man, as you all saw, demonstrated the power of a god. There was proof. And you — do you have any proof of your own?"
"...He's just a loser."
"Talk like that isn't very persuasive."
"Miss, it's not like it wears out... so just let us use that pussy once!"
"Yeah! Aren't you worried about your brother? He's lost his mind!"
"Miss, everybody has sex once they start dating... just think of it as doing it a little early."
"This isn't the Joseon era. Tsk, tsk. Young people these days."
"Why do you people get to decide that!! It's my body... my body!"
"How selfish of you. You could save humanity. Is some little hymen really that precious?"
"...I don't want to. I said I don't... Why should I sacrifice myself for humanity! It isn't even certain......!"
"Whether it's certain or not, we'll know once we check."
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman had been beyond persuasion from the start. Everyone else was the same. They'd seen superpowers with their own eyes.
"Ah. I'm not a virgin! So find somebody else..."
"No. I'll be the one to confirm that."
Yu-rim was saying she wasn't. Did that woman actually think Jeon Yu-rim was a virgin? She'd picked the wrong girl. It was absurd. A former delinquent who'd dragged boys around behind her — how could she still have a hymen? It would've torn ages ago.
"Attention!"
The owner of that solemn voice was Second Lieutenant Park Dae-geun, the man charged with running the temporary shelter. Unlike these lunatic civilians, he at least looked a little dignified, and for a second I thought he might actually mediate. He was a soldier, after all.
"The defensive line was breached recently. This place won't hold much longer either. This is not the time to be standing around."
The only sane person in the room.
"We must hurry. Hymen or whatever else, just get them to couple, and fast!"
Crazy bastard. I was the idiot for still thinking he was normal after seeing all that naked madness.
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman turned her gaze back to Jeon Yu-rim.
"She absolutely must be a virgin."
"...I told you I'm not?"
And if she wasn't, what — were they going to kill her? There was no way Jeon Yu-rim was a virgin. Secretly, I was curious what the woman would say.
"She absolutely must be."
What the hell was she planning?
"Strip her."
Naked women swarmed in and seized Jeon Yu-rim. They tore at her clothes until it looked like the fabric itself was ripping.
"Don't!! I said don't!!"
In the end the clothes came off. Fortunately she was ringed in by bodies, so her nakedness never reached my eyes. The noise died for a moment — a strange hush — and then the murmuring started.
"H-hiek!!"
"Nothing to be shocked about. Jeon Yu-rim doesn't have one of those. You picked the wrong girl by a mile..."
"It's completely sealed shut?"
"Huh?"
"It's there... it's there..."
"Oh my, oh my. She's a virgin?"
"A virgin... a virgin...! A virgin!!!!!"
"A virgin!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A roar went up that felt like it might bring the temporary shelter down.
"She's a virgin! Everyone, the offering is a virgin!!"
What? Jeon Yu-rim was a virgin? That was insane...
"O agent of God, now join your body with the offering..."
"Sorry, but I'm not interested."
Virgin or not, Jeon Yu-rim was the last person I wanted. The woman who'd heard my answer smiled, bright and easy.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. Sleeping with her won't even let me regress."
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman nodded. Somehow it felt like she was ignoring every word.
"Seize him."
"...Huh? Out of nowhere? You were practically worshipping me a second ago, and now you want me grabbed?"
She put force into her neck and began to speak. Madness poured out of her, like a North Korean anchor reading off a script.
"This man testified that if he has sexual intercourse and then meets his death, he can turn time back to the past. I overheard it clearly."
So she'd caught every condition of my ability.
"Which means his refusal is meaningless. We make them couple, and then we kill him!"
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman started laughing, wheezing like the breath was catching in her throat, and from behind her naked people came running and grabbed me.
A life-or-death crisis. Fine. Suppose I had sex with Jeon Yu-rim. What if even then the regression ability didn't come back? I'd die for nothing. I wouldn't be able to save Seo Mi-na, and I wouldn't be able to save Auntie Lee Ye-rin, knocked cold after that bastard Jeon Seok-woo beat her. And if I let these people keep coming, the woman lying on the ground might get trampled to death.
Just as I'd expected, they were swarming in. I poured every ounce of will into my psycho power and shouted.
"There's a person down on the ground!!!!!!!"
The power seemed to answer that booming shout and burst outward. People flew like a gale had knocked them flat.
"Kyaaak!"
My brain tingled, and then blood poured from my nose. Using the ability seemed to strain it. I didn't think I could keep this up. Wiping the nosebleed, I hauled the collapsed Auntie Lee Ye-rin over with telekinesis and shifted her somewhere safe. Then I glared at the naked crowd, put force into my throat, and spoke.
"Come any closer and I'll kill you."
Fuck. That was cool. I never thought I'd actually get to drop a line straight out of an anime. A little cringe, sure, but with telekinesis behind it, even that felt fine.
Then I heard a gun being loaded.
Bang—————!
The instant the shot cracked, my cheek stung.
"W-we have weapons too...! If you don't do it with that woman, I'll kill you... Hurry... hurry...!!"
Second Lieutenant Park Dae-geun...!
"Is that something a soldier who's supposed to protect the country should be saying!?"
"I'm doing it to protect the country... Honestly, I'm kind of jealous...? She's a virgin!"
Crazy bastard. Still — could I take the guy with the gun using telekinesis? I had no sense of how long my brain would hold.
That was when the Talkative Middle-Aged Woman shrieked, vulgar and shrill.
"He hasn't even gone limp yet! You almost killed him!!! Grab that bastard!!!!!!!"
Pure chaos.
"H-hey, wait, we're on the same side!! What are you doing...!"
The ones who took Second Lieutenant Park Dae-geun down were his own lower-ranking soldiers. Even the military had lost control.
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman stepped forward.
"Give me the weapon."
"Here!"
"Mr. Park Dae-geun may lose control again, so all you men, gather here and keep watch."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Just as she said, every man and every soldier packed into one spot. It looked like the Talkative Middle-Aged Woman had become their commanding officer.
"Everyone. We no longer need things like guns."
"That's right!"
"That's right!"
The muzzle swung toward Second Lieutenant Park Dae-geun.
"Useless men are the same. This is something only a woman can resolve."
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
They'd herded the men together in order to kill them.
"...She's insane... she's completely lost it...?"
That wasn't the end. The muzzle turned toward me.
"Ah. Correction. We will be needing the gun."
She smiled, bright as anything, and went on.
"Shall we begin the sacred rite? S. E. X. That is."
That was how things had stood a little while ago. In the end I'd been stripped and lashed to a pillar with military rope.
"Park Woong-sung!! Don't look!! I said don't look!!"
"You don't look, you fucking bitch. I'm stripped too."
And so Jeon Yu-rim was carried all the way to right in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, her naked body was right there.
"Close your eyes!!"
"Stop ordering me around! I'll look for real!!?"
"Ah! Fine! Fine! I won't order you!"
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman watched the exchange with open delight.
"You two are cute."
"Cute, my ass..."
My cock and Jeon Yu-rim's pussy were a breath from touching. We were at the stage of nothing but eye contact.
"Everyone, you have worked hard. Because we stand here, humanity receives one more chance. Come — let us end this wretched future and return to the comfortable past!!"
"Let's go!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Quiet! Quiet!"
The Talkative Middle-Aged Woman pressed her palms together.
"We will now hold the genital-joining ceremony of God's agent and the offering."
She jerked her head up, stiff, and drew a deep breath.
"Push!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Push!!!"
"Push!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Push!!!!!!!!!!!"
A roar loud enough to blow the ceiling off. In that instant Jeon Yu-rim screamed.
"My first time...! With the likes of Park Woong-sung...!!!!!!!!!"
"Fuck! I don't want this either...!!!!!"
The head of my cock met a slick pussy.
Wet......
"N-no...!"
Jeon Yu-rim's pupils blew wide. A resisting pressure pushed back against the glans, refusing entry. It had to be the hymen. Her lips parted slightly, as if in pain, and then came a bursting, cool clarity. Jeon Yu-rim's hymen became the property of me, Park Woong-sung, and no one else.
"Agh!"
So this girl — Jeon Yu-rim — had actually been a virgin. How in the world...? No way her brother had been inspecting hymens...
I was turning that absurd thought over when a lewd sensation registered at the head of my cock.
"Aah❤︎"
Dense little ridges, raised all along the vaginal wall. On top of that, a pussy fresh out of the box, clenched tight from fear. There was no way it could taste bad. I didn't want to admit it, but I couldn't deny the fact: it was a delicious pussy.
This was the kind that gets engraved. The kind you miss sometimes, like the scent of home. The kind that brands itself on your cock like a scar. That class of pussy.
"Maybe a tattoo pussy..."
Eyes shut, I kept inventing aliases for it, when hot breath washed across the tip of my nose. Then came the sound of sobbing.
"Hic... it was my first time... why did it have to be Park Woong-sung..."
I opened my eyes. Jeon Yu-rim's face was close, tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
"Hey. I didn't want to do it with you either..."
"Hic... I don't care... you son of a bitch..."
Even forced skin to skin, we hated each other. But that hatred didn't last.
They kept pushing her. We were pressed together with not even a tenth of a centimeter of gap — no, less than that. Negative. Pressure so fierce it felt like my lower body was about to disappear into Jeon Yu-rim's pussy.
"Push!!! Push!!!!"