God spoke.
Apparently, this was the afterlife.
"I'm talking about rape."
I remembered working highway maintenance when a Prius plowed through the traffic cones and rammed straight into us. We'd set up lane-change signs two kilometers before the site, too. Damn Priuses.
"Go rape a girl," God said.
He was an old man with white hair, a messy beard—basically a senile Dumbledore.
"Choose whichever girl you want to rape from here."
Behind him, boxes appeared like the packaging for erotic games—huge, wastefully large, with only a single DVD inside. And not just one or two. They filled my entire field of vision.
A Gate of Eroge.
As if he were unlocking a vault of porn games. Cringe.
They weren't all eroge, though. Printed on them were covers from anime, games, light novels, even all-ages titles—battle series, romance, slice-of-life, monster panic, world-ending dramas, shark movies and absolute garbage cinema. What the hell is *Shark Mushroom Man*? Fight among yourselves.
"This one is my recommendation. The girls are cute enough to make you want to rape them."
"Yeah, I don't know Oregairu's original story."
I'd never read the novels or watched the anime. Just skimmed a few fanworks.
Sure, the girls are cute. I've jerked off to H-doujins more than once. But it's popular—anything I did would just be a rehash.
"Also, what is with this rape thing? Why me—"
"A rapist who won't listen is useless," God said coldly.
"…What happens if I say no?"
God smiled an archaic, serene smile. My body began to fade.
"Hey—wait— I'm disappearing— I'm actually passing on—!"
"Rape."
"I'LL DO IT I'LL RAPE SOMEONE."
God smiled gently.
A smile that would award Gryffindor a hundred points.
"Fine, but I'm a total amateur. Rape is way too high-level for me.
So I want divine support. Give me cheats. Lots of cheats."
What even is a rape expert? God nodded, still smiling.
"Of course. I shall turn you into the Mary Sue of the rape world."
O… oh.
My brain was melting from the nonstop power-phrases, and all I could do was give half-hearted replies.
When I came to, I was in a school classroom.
At the teacher's desk stood a serious-looking woman with her hair in a ponytail and large breasts. I sat near the hallway side, somewhere in the middle row.
"Rape her," the fake Dumbledore muttered behind me.
…You came too? Stay in your divine retirement home. His body was faint, like a ghost—none of the other students could see him.
I discreetly observed the girls in class. All the beauties from the original work were here.
…Holy shit. I'd been isekai'd into the world of a light novel.
Happy birthday, Tanaka Reiji.
And so, the world I chose was *Classroom of the Elite*.
Reason?
Honestly, just because I watched the anime recently and liked it.
The protagonist's vibe was different from the novels, but the anime version was entertaining in its own way.
"That one is high-level. Makes you want to rape her, does it not?" the old man said, pointing at one girl.
Kushida Kikyou.
Light-brown hair, shoulder-length bob, surprisingly big chest. A dreamer claiming she "wants to be friends with everyone"—and actually becomes friends with everyone. Ridiculous levels of social skill.
…With a pitch-black true personality hidden underneath.
"How about this one? A beauty worth raping," the old man continued, pointing now at Horikita Suzune.
A long-haired black-haired beauty.
In the original, she was ranked low on the class's breast-size scale, but in the illustrations she had plenty. From my angle too, she clearly had a nice, well-shaped chest.
Horikita was a key figure—though born into an elite family, she'd been placed in the lowest-ranked class and aimed upward.
At the beginning she had abysmal communication skills, but grew through interacting with her classmates.
Lately in the novels, she'd drifted more into the background, but maybe she'd reappear if the student council did more internal fighting. I hadn't read that far.
"That one next…"
The old man pointed at Karuizawa Kei, Sakura Airi, Hasebe Haruka…
I let his delusions wash over me while focusing on Chabashira-sensei's lesson.
Late at night.
I began preparing for rape.
If I didn't, the old man would erase me. So I had no choice.
I operated the laptop I'd bought for 30,000 points.
A huge expense on the first day, but necessary.
It was a cheap machine with terrible specs, so I offloaded the heavy processing onto the school computers I'd cracked into. Anything outsourced to a subcontractor was bound to be full of holes.
I hacked into the school system and replaced the surveillance camera feeds.
"At last… it is time for rape," the old man said gravely.
I took the elevator to the thirteenth floor.
I checked the target room through the camera feed. It was locked.
I slid my student card through the reader—*beep*—and the lock opened.
I'd modified my card into a master key.
As expected of the Mary Sue of the rape world.
God, saying that out loud hurts my soul.
I put on a mask and opened the door.
A mask that covered the upper half of my face—looked like something a villain in Gundam might wear. A cheap gag item from a novelty shop.
"Who…?"
The girl woke up from the sound of the door. She wore the standard red athletic jersey of the school.
She looked at me—full-alert mode, as she should be.
"—!"
Reflexively reaching for the phone by her bed—the right move.
But the instant her fingers touched it, *bang*—it flew toward the window.
A coin I flicked with my thumb hit it dead-on.
Coins weren't used in this school. I'd gotten these from coin games at an arcade. Stones would work, but harder to carry around.
"Don't come any closer. I'll scream."
The girl—Horikita Suzune—glared at me, then glanced at the phone behind me.
She was waiting for a single opening to dash for it.
I wouldn't give her one.
In an instant I closed the distance and drove a silent punch into her stomach. She collapsed.
"Ugh… ggh…!"
Vomit splattered across the floor. Disgusting.
I threw her body onto the bed and stripped off her jersey.
Then tied her thumbs together using cable ties I bought at a 100-yen shop.
I tore a brand-new towel from her drawer into a good size and stuffed it into her mouth.
I took pictures of Horikita in her underwear.
The flash illuminated her tear-filled glare.
"Yahoo, rape time!"
Shut up, old man.
I stripped off her underwear next.
She kicked and thrashed, but when I lightly pressed the spot I'd punched earlier, she went still immediately.
Horikita might be exceptional compared to a normal high-school girl—but she was still human.
No matter how good someone is academically or physically, it doesn't grant them superhuman mental fortitude.
Under senseless violence, anyone breaks.
I lowered my zipper.
Out came a massive cock.
In my previous life, unused and pathetic.
In this one, thick, black, and rock-hard—size of a foreign porn actor.
It'd be pointless to be the Mary Sue of rape with a tiny dick.
"...N… no…"
Horikita's face went pale. She understood what was coming.
I applied lotion to her pussy, and plenty to myself as well.
If I shoved in dry, even *I* would be in pain.
"Scream all you want. These dorms are soundproof."
"—h…!"
I pressed the tip against her, wet and slick. She shook her head desperately.
I ignored it and pushed my hips down.
My cock slid deep into her.
"—!!"
Tears poured from Horikita's eyes.
I savored the tightness for a moment before beginning to thrust.
Click, click, click—the shutter fired repeatedly.
Horikita Suzune lay limp.
Her entire body drenched in sweat, thick semen leaking from between her lips.
A small stain of blood on the sheets—the mark of a lost virginity.
She was completely broken, the trauma shattering her spirit.
Even as I photographed her, she didn't react—only stared blankly at the ceiling.
"Good rape," the old man said, giving a thumbs-up.
I wanted to punch him.
I picked up Horikita's phone and added my contact information—a disposable email address impossible to trace back to me.
I placed an after-pill from a drugstore (shoplifted) on the pillow.
Even then, if she were unlucky, she might still get pregnant.
But I had no intention of dealing with that.
"Who will you rape next?"
Shut up.
I was done for today.
Raping someone is exhausting, mentally and physically.