episode_0012

Being the target of one-sided violence is not a pleasant experience.

If only I could fight back, it would be somewhat relieving, but the victim can’t even dare to retaliate and spends the entire day getting beaten up.

What remains at the scene are not the spirits of struggle, but the light-hearted pleasure of violence, the impact, and the heightened atmosphere.

Only one person is not laughing.

Surrounded by the perpetrators, trembling,

A small, pathetic punching bag.

“Hey, hold him properly.”

“This bastard keeps collapsing because his legs are giving out.”

It’s a scene I feel like I’ve seen before.

In fact, I can’t even tell how many times I’ve been hit or what time it is.

“Ready? Clench your abs!”

Wham!

A fist is punched into my stomach with all their might. After being hit, I feel my internal organs twisting.

I can endure it a few times,

But after getting hit dozens or hundreds of times in a row, even that thought escapes me.

“That’s why you shouldn’t act smart. Are your eyes still working?”

“Guys like him think they’re special. Other men live without any abilities, but as soon as he gained some, he probably thought he was the main character.”

I never had such thoughts,

In fact, I suffered more often because I was the only one with abilities in a female-dominated society,

But there’s not a single person who will listen to me, so I have to be frugal with my words.

“Should I kill this bastard or what? If it weren’t for our big sister, you’d be dead for real. You know that, right?”

“No, it’s better to keep him alive. Let him experience what hell is like after strutting around.”

The same words.

The same treatment.

Now, amidst all the taunts and beatings that annoy me, I feel nauseous and fall forward.

“Ugh, eek…”

“Fucking hell! That’s disgusting. You crazy bastard.”

“Just tell him to clean it up himself.”

Only after burying my head in my own vomit do I finally get a moment’s rest.

They’re so concerned about cleanliness, being women and all, that they don’t want to touch me with vomit on me.

“Someone clean him up.”

“Hey, did we come here to serve this bastard? You two, follow me. Let’s just throw him in the shower and hose him down.”

So, three of them kick me and pester me.

“Crow, take off your clothes. From now on, you’ll wipe up everything you puked on the floor with your shirt, and then crawl to the shower. Move it!”

They play army games even though none of them have served in the military, and they create a hierarchy within their group. They’re worse than actual veterans.

Well, when you think about it, it’s inevitable since this place is filled with criminals. They committed trashy acts outside and ended up here. Can they really become better people here?

Not a single person sincerely regrets and reflects on their sins. They only have one thought.

To inflict the same pain on the hero who put them here.

No, pain worse than theirs.

And now that I’m locked up here with them, their wish has come true.

But I,

With trembling hands, take off my shirt and wipe the floor.

I follow their instructions and do whatever they tell ME to do,

Gritting my teeth and showing a submissive attitude.

“Oh, our education is paying off. He finally knows his place.”

“Hey, you don’t feel wronged, do you? This is how it is for all newcomers. If you don’t like it, you should’ve come earlier.”

I’m definitely not compromising with them.

I’m just pretending to be submissive on the surface and showing them what they want to see.

“If you don’t clean it properly, I’ll tell Creep unnie. Scrub it hard.”

This is absolutely,

Absolutely not,

A compromise.

I’m just biding my time to survive.

The opportunity will definitely come.

“Should we make him do all the cleaning from now on?”

“Isn’t that obvious? Men are supposed to do this kind of work, right? Physical labor, hard work. Hey, you agree, don’t you? That’s how it should be.”

Someday, the opportunity will come.

I just have to hold on until then. This life can’t last forever.

“What, you won’t even talk? Hey.”

“…”

“You still haven’t come to your senses. It’s okay, sister. We’ll take him to the shower and teach him some more.”

So,

For now, I’ll endure getting beaten up by these delinquents,

“Now, go to the shower room. Crawl if you can’t walk.”

And when it’s all over,

I’ll just live my life without provoking Creep.

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“Strip, do it.”

“You’re so slow. Hey, did you hit his head too when you were hitting him? Why are you guys so clueless?”

Their hatred or inferiority complex towards men is evident. Even if they didn’t have any particular thoughts before, to effectively torment me, they need to emphasize my gender.

“Hey, stop covering up and just wash. What are you hiding? The sisters here want to see our new recruit’s dick.”

“What you just said is so fucking old-fashioned. My grandma used to say that exact same thing.”

I’m the only man here,

and they are all women.

If they continue to harass me based on gender, it will only strengthen their unity.

So, they relieve all their complaints and stress on me, laughing and giggling. They are so happy that their mouths are filled with smiles.

“Ugh, I’m not joking, before coming here, guys were lined up for me. They were going crazy, saying they wanted to have a go with me.”

“I only dated younger guys. Seriously. I’m the type that’s really popular with younger men. I’m fucking tall, and my body is like, what, model-like?”

“Stupid. You’re full of shit.”

Their baseless confidence and the way they boast about their sexual conquests, like telling tales of valor.

Do they not remember the words they just said a moment ago? They engage in vulgar conversations and start taking off their clothes.

“It’s true. When I suck them off, those kids can’t last even a minute, they go crazy. Seriously.”

“That’s because you hang out with premature ejaculators. Is that because you’re good at sucking?”

“Hey, don’t you believe me? This is the truth. I’m not joking, when I give them a handjob, they just cum.”

The two, who seem to have a colorful past, argue with each other, while the other one approaches me.

“Ugh, Crow.”

I thought she was going to hit me again, but my thoughts changed as soon as I saw her attitude. She was arrogant, knowing she was above me, but also strangely tense.

“If you move, I’ll k-kill you… Do you understand?”

Her trembling voice fills the shower room, and the other two stop their conversation to sense the atmosphere between us.

Something’s wrong.

Something I never expected is about to happen.

“Hey, wait a minute. Are you seriously going to do it with this guy?”

“That’s so unexpected…? The quietest bitch suddenly…”

They had no intention of raping me. They might have been longing for physical pleasure, but they wouldn’t dare touch me, the one marked by Creep.

Even though Creep said he would forgive everything and told them to do as they pleased, they knew that if they messed with me and fell out of Creep’s favor, their lives in prison would be hell.

“Well, this is the shower room, right? I’ll just do it quickly and then wash it off, right? Right?”

“Yeah, that’s true, but…”

But this villain doesn’t stop there.

I can see her sinister desire in her eyes.

“I’ll do it alone. Is that okay? Just, please help me. Just hold him down so he can’t resist.”

I don’t remember her name, but her eyes are full of sincerity.

She’s a little shorter than me, but the way she looks up at me clearly shows her desire to conquer and her lewdness as a woman.

“Um, yeah, sure…”

“This bitch is totally different.”

I really don’t remember. So, I’m puzzled. She has no reason to go this far with me.

Is it because she has too much sexual desire, and seeing a man’s body after a long time, she can’t control herself?

“Hey, we’re not doing anything, got it?”

“I can’t handle the aftermath. Absolutely not.”

Even in her naked state, she’s covering part of her body like I am, indicating feelings of shyness or embarrassment.

She’s not used to showing her naked body. Perhaps it’s because her breasts are a little too big.

“Quickly, l-lie down!”

“Hey, wait a minute! Are you going to do the whole thing? We don’t have time for that. Just suck or touch with your hand, and you can do it later when you have a chance…”

With her rather clumsy body,

she tries to lay me down and then mounts me. I feel her heavy weight.

“Is, is that so? Is that true?”

Whether she knows it or not,

she’s sweating cold sweat even under the shower, clearly showing her embarrassment.

“Ah, um… Then I’ll just t-touch you. Is that okay?”

Me,

and the two villains over there,

don’t understand what she’s doing.

But perhaps, thanks to her clumsy hands touching my lower body, I was able to escape the violence for a brief moment.

“Th-this is a dick… Crow, no, Crow’s dick…”