It was an ordinary day.
"Hey, Nam! Come give me a hand with this!"
"Yes, sir!"
Under the scorching sun, he slaved away at the construction site.
With six 40kg bags of cement loaded onto his back, he climbed straight up to the sixth floor in one go, swinging his tools.
Of course, his legs trembled like jelly, and sweat poured down like rain.
But he kept going. He had to make money.
Thud!
As he dropped the bags, Mr. Kim and the other laborers, drenched in sweat just like him, slapped him on the back.
"Whew! Good work, Nam! Must be that young blood—strength for days!"
"No way. You hauled all that up in one trip? You're insane. Look at this guy over here, huffing and puffing after just one bag!"
"No crane needed on a site with you around, Nam. You're worth more than two men! I'll put in a good word with the foreman."
"Thank you, sir."
If it had been empty flattery, he'd have bolted, but luckily, there was some real gravy in it.
The work that started early in the morning dragged on into the late night before he finally got his pay envelope.
With trembling hands, he peeked inside. There were two extra golden bills beyond his usual daily wage.
Pretty generous. Enough to cover his little sister's treatment this month, no worries.
[Nam Soeun]
The alarm rang, and he pulled out his battered old flip phone. The name on the screen always brought a warm smile to his face.
Nam Soeun. His one and only little sister.
Ever since those deadbeat parents—who couldn't even pretend to be parents—ditched them at the orphanage when he was too young to remember, the two of them had stuck together.
In a world where you couldn't trust anyone, without even the safety net of family, they'd leaned on each other to grow up.
By now, it wouldn't be wrong to say they'd become each other's whole world.
And good timing, too. With all the cash he'd scraped together from these grueling jobs, he might finally afford the procedure to cure the illness that had been tormenting her.
"Hey, Soeun. What's up?"
Nam Sujin picked up the phone with a small smile.
"Guh... hack... gehack..."
"...Soeun?"
And just like that, his mind went blank.
What was that? Did he hear wrong? Some kind of scream—
"R-run... run away... O-oppa..."
"Hold on. Soeun? What do you—"
"Sorry... Oppa. Sorry. Sorry—"
Click.
He stared blankly at the suddenly disconnected phone.
What the fuck? What the hell is going on?
That choking groan? Run away? From what? And sorry about what...
He couldn't think straight. He just ran.
His breathing came rougher than even during the heaviest labor. Weird thoughts kept swirling in his head. He shook them off and focused on running.
To the hospital where Soeun was admitted.
"Oh, Mr. Nam? What brings you here today—"
Ignoring the nurse who always threw him flirty glances, he blew past her and headed straight for the room.
[ICU Private Room: Nam Soeun]
Bang!
"Soeun!"
He flung the door open, and the first thing he saw was a massive magic circle.
The kind you see in comics or movies, sprawling across the entire room.
No bed, no wardrobe, no fridge—none of the usual hospital room fixtures.
And naturally, no sign of Soeun, who should have been there.
As if the magic circle had sucked everything in the room clean.
"What the... fuck..."
He couldn't make sense of it. Was he hallucinating?
Dazed, he took a step toward the room.
"Keruk, keruk!"
"Kerrrruk, keruk!"
An ugly cackle he'd never heard before in his life.
Squelch, squelch. Rip. Tear.
At the same time, the sticky sound of flesh slapping flesh.
"...Huh?"
Panicking, he looked around. No magic circle. No modern hospital architecture.
The room was gone, replaced by a dim cave and traces of mating.
Green monsters with grotesque features.
"Goblins...?"
Female goblins, their sagging breasts jiggling grotesquely, were violating the men.
"..."
"Keruk, keruk!"
The men, with dead eyes, just twitched with every slam of goblin hips against them. Their mouths hung slack, unmoving.
But maybe it was his imagination, their lips seemed slightly upturned.
The men were of various races and builds, but definitely not modern folk.
...Swords? Axes? What's with the armor?
Fancy single-edged swords, hammers, leather armor and helmets, massive adventure packs. Nothing a regular guy today would carry.
The goblins shook their hips enthusiastically over the armed men, clearly reveling in it.
He stood there, staring blankly, unable to comprehend.
What? What am I even seeing? A dream? Yeah, it had to be a dream. Otherwise, none of it made sense—the construction gig, the call from his sister, the magic circle in the hospital. All a ridiculous nightmare. He was just dreaming...
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'...Dizzy.'
His vision was red. Blood? Had to be.
His head felt foggy like he was drugged, his body burning hot. And his crotch kept itching.
He tried to force his limp body to move.
Squish!
It wouldn't budge.
At the same time, he felt it—something gripping his arms and legs tight.
"Keruk, keruk!"
"Kerrrrruk!"
"Kekerk, keruk!"
The noisy cackling echoed from all sides. Was he hallucinating sounds now?
Rub, rub, rub—
His crotch itching nonstop, he glanced down.
"Keruk!"
A hideous goblin rubbing its face against his panties, drool soaking through. Their eyes met.
The goblin grinned, and suddenly all the things he'd desperately dismissed as a dream came crashing into focus.
"Ugh, oogh, ack, ugh..."
"Keruk, kekerk!"
Goblins throttling resisting men or yanking their hair to continue the assault.
Flesh slapping. Men's screams and goblins' mating cries.
All of it real. Not a dream.
And the fact that he was about to suffer the same fate.
Realization hit, and his mind snapped back.
"F-fuck! Let me go!"
"Keruk! Kerrruk!"
Squish!
The goblins pinning his arms squeezed harder.
His body gone slack—whatever they did—struggling this way and that yielded nothing.
"Gerok. Gerorok."
The goblin at his crotch grew more suspicious, its tongue working overtime.
Instinct screamed: Dangerous. Delay, and it'd take it.
Take what? His precious virginity, obviously!
No way was he losing his first time to an ugly monster like that. Never.
"Raaaaagh!"
"Kerruk?!"
He gritted his teeth and thrashed. Blood surging through him made movement easier.
"Keruk?! Kekekerk?!"
The four or five goblins holding his limbs cried out in panic.
But he didn't stop. Had to shake them all off first.
"Gerorok, berorop."
The one at his crotch hurried now, starting to tug his panties down.
"Kerruk?!"
That's when he finally broke free.
And—
Crack!
"Keruk!"
A fist straight to the jaw of the goblin licking and pulling at his panties.
His first punch at anything vaguely human-like.
No guilt. Who apologizes to a rapist?
He scrambled out from the goblin pack, leaning against the cave wall to catch his breath.
"Fuck. That hurts like hell, you little shits."
Swears flew freely. His limbs throbbed. Glancing down, nasty nail marks—deep gouges, really.
"Keruk. Keruk."
The goblins cackled in dismay at his escape.
But only briefly. Soon they laughed again.
Faces twisted, words gibberish, but the vibe was clear: Run all you want, what're you gonna do?
How'd he know? Dozens of goblins who'd been busy with other men turned toward him!
"Heeeek! Pussy! Gimme pussy! Don't go!"
As the goblins stood, hips raised, the five men they'd been raping convulsed in unison.
Foam at the mouth, madness in their eyes. They shook their hips wildly, grotesque.
'Is that what I'll become if they rape me?'
Five men all at once like that? Something was up.
"Keruk, keruk."
The dozens of goblins watched the spazzing men fondly, then turned to him en masse.
The one he'd punched staggered up, glaring murderously.
Next one's you.
"Fuck this."
The pent-up rage from years of playing nice in society boiled over.
"Did I go too easy? Sorry. First time swinging at anyone. Next one's a solid hit."
No parents for home training, but the orphanage teachers had drilled him good.
—Sujin, you can't go beating up kids. If you hit one, it's bad news. They'll drop dead, no settlement gonna fix that. So never hit anyone. Promise me?
"Keruk. Keruk."
Goblins snatched up knives from the ground. Blades pointed his way.
He bolted toward the men, targeting their gear from before the rape.
Grabbed an axe and jammed on a helmet.
Helmet for his head, axe for goblin skulls.
"Kerrrruk!"
The goblins sneered at the sight and charged as one.
"Sorry, teachers."
Looks like I can't keep that promise anymore.