Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: An Ordinary Day
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Three months after getting fired from his job, the lottery tickets he bought every week were duds again today.
"Damn it, never hits once."
The man grumbled as he crumpled the ticket with not a single matching number and tossed it aside carelessly. Passersby frowned and glanced at him, but he ignored their stares, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and sticking it between his lips.
But this time, the lighter was acting up. No matter how many times he flicked it, no spark came. The gas was still fine, so what the hell was wrong?
"Fuck."
With an irritated curse, the man hurled the lighter away. He tossed the unlit cigarette too and was about to head home when someone caught his eye.
A woman with black straight hair cascading down to her waist, dressed neatly in a two-piece outfit. Her beauty was the kind you'd only see on TV, and her poised gait hinted at her personality even from a distance.
On any other day, he might've just fantasized something crude like 'Wanna fuck her.' and moved on. But spotting the collar around her neck, the man smirked and approached. Without hesitation, he grabbed her shoulder and yanked her into his arms.
One might expect a scream of shock, but the woman just grimaced briefly before smiling and saying,
"...What can I do for you?"
"Let me see... Han Seol-ah? Pretty name for a sex slave."
After checking her collar and ID tag, the man grinned sleazily.
"...Thank you for the compliment."
Despite being suddenly grabbed and called a degrading name, Han Seol-ah simply blushed and bowed her head in gratitude.
She had no choice. Han Seol-ah was a victim of Gender Transformation Syndrome, commonly known as TS disease. Defying or talking back to a man was impossible for her.
"You know why I called you over, right?"
"I'm sorry, but I already have an own— Agh!"
"Lying already? Your ID tag says no owner."
"Pl-please, it's true."
Her well-maintained black hair was yanked hard by the man's hand. Despite the scalp-tearing pain, as she pleaded, the man just snorted.
"Still lying to the end."
"It's not a lie, really—"
Han Seol-ah's words cut off abruptly. The man's iron-hard fist slammed into her face without mercy.
Her face flushed red, blood streaming from her nose—it was a pitiful sight. But even as she clutched her face and gasped, the man showed no concern.
"Hey, you're hopeless. I'll re-educate you properly."
"N-no... please..."
At the word "re-education," something flashed in her mind, making her tremble, but resistance was futile.
Dragged by her hair toward the alley, she desperately looked around at passersby for help.
It was a busy weekend street in broad daylight, full of people. But most ignored the commotion. Those who noticed quickly looked away upon realizing she was a TS victim. A few elderly folks clicked their tongues in disapproval, but that was it.
It was only natural. TS victims were slaves obligated to serve men unconditionally. The man, fully aware of this, backhanded Han Seol-ah again as she darted her eyes around.
Slap—!
"Agh!"
"Stop rolling your eyes. Before I gouge them out."
"S-sorry...!"
The impact felt like a bat to the head; she collapsed but sprang up like she'd been burned, without even being told to stand. No choice— the aura from this man reminded her of the trainers back at the academy.
Satisfied with her reaction, the man chuckled.
"Now you're acting like a proper sex slave. Good girl."
"Thank you!"
"So, you know what to do next, right?"
How could she? No command had been given. As she hesitated, a straight kick plunged into her gut.
Ugh— With a stifled cry, she toppled backward. Sighing, the man said,
"You dumb bitch. Strip completely. Didn't they teach you at the academy?"
"Sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Did. They. Teach. You?!"
"Agh, sorry, ugh! Heuk!"
Under the barrage of kicks raining down, Han Seol-ah could only curl up and repeat her apologies.
Just five minutes ago, she'd been a flower of the street, stunningly beautiful. Now, in moments, she looked worse than a beast. Watching her tremble sporadically, the man exhaled sharply, ran a hand through his hair, and muttered,
"Stand up."
"Y-yes...!"
Her leg bones felt twisted, but she forced herself upright, shaking. Not doing so would mean more beatings.
Seeing her wobble like a newborn fawn, the man smirked.
"Strip."
"Yes!"
At his word, Han Seol-ah frantically shed her clothes. Underwear too—no exception. Undress commands always meant everything off. Though not at the academy, she moved like a trainee again.
Now naked as the day she was born, her state was dire. Bruises bloomed red everywhere, her abdomen a deep purple. The epitome of a violence victim—yet still eerily beautiful, almost a curse.
His lust swelled at the sight. Pulling out his throbbing cock from his pants, the man ordered,
"Lean against the wall, ass out."
"Uh, ugh..."
Terrified by its massive size at a glance, Han Seol-ah placed her hands on the wall. Yet she looked up at him pleadingly.
"I-I'm not ready y— Aaaagh! Mmph!"
"Shut up already. My ears are ringing."
Clamping her screaming mouth shut, the man thrust his hips slowly. Her dry pussy made it tough going, no lubrication.
Forced in, it went, but each time, Han Seol-ah flailed wildly in agony.
"Fuck, hold still—"
His curses fell on deaf ears, her mind numbed by pain. Clicking his tongue, he reached out, gripped her throat, and growled,
"Hold still. Hard to thrust like this."
"Agggh...!"
His crushing grip turned her face blue. Ignoring it, he slammed his hips forward relentlessly, hand unyielding.
The forceful invasions made her black out briefly. But he wouldn't let her.
Grabbing her limp head, he smashed it against the wall.
Thud—! Hard enough for a concussion, but consciousness returned as he wanted. Smirking at her tightening insides, she whispered faintly, on the verge of breaking,
"Pl-please... kill me..."
"What?"
"Kill me... I don't want to live..."
He laughed at that.
"Kill you? Bitch, you're too tough for this to kill you anyway!"
TS victims healed fast. Unless instantly fatal, their recovery outpaced normal humans, mending any wound quickly.
Not that they were tougher than regular people overall, so "tough" was a bit off—but he didn't care.
Shouting that, he kept pounding away.
Thwack-thwack— Flesh slapped against flesh, echoing in the alley. Han Seol-ah only let out muffled "Ah... ugh" groans, nothing more.
Only when he choked her did she react fiercely, so he squeezed just short of killing her.
-Squish! Squish!
No telling how long. Eventually, wet sounds replaced dry slaps—her instincts lubing up to survive. Now he could thrust satisfyingly.
Meanwhile, death loomed for Han Seol-ah. Her breaths were shallow gasps, body limp.
Thankfully, his climax edged hers out by a hair. As he pulsed, filling her, she passed out cold. He bucked more, emptying every drop.
"Hah... Tight pussy's the best part. Catch you later."
Slap—! He smacked her unconscious ass hard, zipped up, and left.
Cleanup? After relieving himself, he didn't care what happened to her. Not human anyway.
They should be grateful he even used her.
"Sigh, if not for that fuck-up back then, I could've enjoyed this more."
Grumbling, the man reminisced.
He'd once been a trainer at Hope Education Academy. Turning former men into sex slaves required fitting physique and personality, and he'd had both.
Decent-sized cock and a sadistic streak. But three months ago, he accidentally killed a trainee during punishment.
A routine face-slap, and she just died.
No jail, but a hefty fine—one million won.
Enough to live on for a month. He tsked and headed home.
And the next day, the man who woke up... was a girl.
"What the fuck."