Chapter 34 : If Window Awakening Was Delayed?

-This item is… Ugh!

The auctioneer, who was introducing me, had his neck twisted in an unnatural direction.

A beastkin girl, moving so swiftly that it was hard to perceive, kicked the auctioneer towards the audience.

-Security! Where’s security?!

-Get that b*tch out of here immediately!

The auctioneer, who had just been playfully auctioning off slaves moments ago, was now a lifeless corpse, throwing the audience into a

panicked frenzy.

“…Ye-jin?”

“Yeah, Oppa. It’s been a while.”

The voice from behind me was unmistakably hers.

There was a clinking sound from behind, as if she was trying to untie my bound hands, though I couldn’t see her actions.

“…Huh?”

-Clank.

“Ye-jin, what is this…?”

The sound was coming from a dog collar.

She placed a collar around my neck, still tied up and unable to move properly, and smiled at me.

“Oppa is mine.”

“…What?”

A suffocating feeling welled up inside me, making me want to rip off the collar immediately, but she didn’t seem intent on untying my hands.

“Stay here like this. I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared from sight in just a few strides, leaving me staring blankly.

Even among beastkin, known for their superior physical abilities, there was no species capable of such movements.

Then, could it be…?

“Status Window!”

[Account suspended due to inappropriate nickname.

Remaining time: 364 days 23 hours 56 minutes 03 seconds.]

…What the hell?

It had been weeks since all users’ status windows were restored.

Moderate users and the military had joined forces, starting a civil war against the extremist users, no longer willing to tolerate them.

But that was a distant issue for Winter. He still had eleven months left before his suspension would be lifted.

Until then, he would be treated worse than an ordinary person.

With users gaining power, random provocations against them had decreased. However, if a user’s level was revealed to be as weak as a

regular person—or even weaker—they wouldn’t be treated kindly.

Both online and in reality, the conflict between regular people and users had escalated to its peak.

Winter desperately hid the fact that his account was suspended.

In such a dangerous climate, being known as a crippled user with no access to a status window could lead to who knows what.

Just like right now.

“Give me back my bag.”

A gang composed of a few lanky guys covered in tattoos and one pig-like man. They had been showing up frequently in various places

recently, and sure enough, they had decided to mess with him.

Winter reached for his stolen bag, but he was too short to take it back.

“If you don’t like it, use magic. Oh, right, you can’t. You’re that useless user with a suspended status window, aren’t you?”

“…What are you talking about?”

Only Ye-jin, Ye-rim, and my sister knew about my suspension due to my nickname.

I had deliberately kept it a secret to avoid trouble. So how did this guy know?

“It’s already all over the internet. Rank 3, ‘Horn Grabber Something.’ That’s you, isn’t it?”

“You’re silent, so it must be true.”

The pig pulled my collar and yanked me toward him. The disgusting sensation of his flesh against me made me shudder.

“Let go!”

“I don’t think so. You user girls are something else. Your skin is as soft as if you’ve been pampered your whole life.”

“Ugh-!”

As he tightened his grip around my shoulders, no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t escape.

The sheer power difference was painfully clear—something I had never experienced when I was still a man.

Even as I gasped for breath against the pig’s suffocating flesh, his words echoed in my mind.

‘Soft flesh? Saying it’s enjoyable to f*ck… Could it be?’

Am I really going to be violated?

By these disgusting thugs?

Winter glanced around, hoping for help, but most people avoided eye contact and distanced themselves.

At the very least, someone could call the police—but no one even reached for their phone.

Instead, some were recording, or worse, watching as if it were entertainment.

Despair overtook me, and as I looked forward, the pig’s grotesque face filled my vision.

Just then, a hand slithered into my pants.

The sensation of being touched in such a way for the first time was indescribably repulsive.

But it didn’t stop there.

As their rough hands yanked off my hood, revealing my horns, the thugs whistled in amusement.

“Now I see why you chose that nickname. You’ve got perfect handles.”

They smirked and began stripping me layer by layer.

My coat fell to the ground, my hoodie and pants torn to shreds.

As the last barriers of clothing were ripped away, revealing my underwear, they ogled and groped my exposed skin.

The pig leader’s hand crept lower—I didn’t want to describe what he was doing.

It wasn’t like in porn or hentai. There was no pleasure in this.

At least, I wanted to believe that.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle. The first time is always the scariest-”

The pig’s words suddenly halted.

Confused, I followed his gaze—

And saw my savior standing there.

“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?”

“Ye-jin!”

I didn’t know how she found me, but relief washed over me, making my legs give out.

Sitting helplessly, I watched as Ye-jin’s fists sent the gang flying.

Serves you right, you fcking bstards.

“Oppa, are you okay? It’s lucky I happened to pass by…”

Ye-jin handed me her coat as I sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

Covering myself brought some comfort.

“It was terrifying…”

“I know, Oppa. It must’ve been really scary.”

Screw comfort. As soon as she hugged me, I broke down crying.

The horror of what nearly happened, the fear of it happening again, overwhelmed me.

Being taken by a man—

I wasn’t gay. It was one of the most disgusting, repulsive things I could imagine.

But more than that—

What terrified me was my utter helplessness against them.

“You were so scared, huh, Oppa…”

“Yeah…”

She gently stroked my hair, her embrace soothing me.

Like a child in the arms of a parent, I closed my eyes, relishing the comfort.

And so began my slow descent into her grasp.

The collar around my neck, the one she gifted me, became something I unconsciously wore whenever I left the house.

Completely unaware of its true purpose.