A World Overflowing with Women
In this otherworld, the female population had surged uncontrollably.
Food resources were depleted, and widespread famine and riots erupted across the land.
To ensure the kingdom’s survival, the king reluctantly enacted the “Selection Policy.”
Personality Evacuation
It was not a death sentence.
It simply involved excreting the core of one’s ego outside the body.
At the moment of evacuation, the subject was granted—out of mercy—the greatest pleasure imaginable.
Then, their existence quietly faded.
The hollowed body, now an empty shell, was exploited as a labor machine for food production, used until it inevitably decayed.
The selected are chosen at random.
The kingdom insisted this system was based solely on individual consent.
In other words, the right to evacuate one’s personality was granted only by agreement.
For the process, a special slime and a large quantity of foaming agents were used.
Once ingested, the prisoner’s abdomen began to swell from the gas expansion.
But release was impossible due to the presence of a “seal.”
Those who consented had the seal removed—and expelled their “personality” together with the slime.
In that moment, the greatest mercy was bestowed: overwhelming pleasure.
Those who refused…
Eventually, their stomachs ruptured.
And for several agonizing hours, they could only await the arrival of divine mercy.
【Subject Profile (Second Individual)】
・Name: Rua = Nolt
・Weight / Measurements: 50kg / B88 – W58 – H86
・Occupation: Stage dancer (Member of a regional theater troupe)
“H-Hey… this is a joke, right…?”
A hoarse voice trembled through the air.
Her tearful violet eyes clung desperately to the enforcer before her.
The confident smile she always wore on stage held no power here.
Gurgle… gurururuu…
Inside her swelling belly, the slime and foaming agent twisted and churned.
Her bound limbs convulsed, spasming in resistance.
Rua’s once-beautiful, slender waist slowly bulged outward, rising with unnatural pressure.
The enforcer requested her consent.
“…N-No… I don’t want this…! M-My stomach… it hurts…!”
Rua screamed, sobbing.
No one responded to her desperate pleas.
In the silence of the chamber, the faint popping of bubbles echoed.
The foaming agent continued its quiet, merciless work—expanding Rua’s belly even further.
Time passed with no consent given.
Creak… creak…
Her bloated belly quivered. The skin groaned, stretched to the edge of rupture.
“Ah—ahhh… i-it hurts!! I don’t want this!!”
Beneath her rippling abdomen, the strained skin groaned like it was screaming.
The limit was coming.
SPLRRCH!!
“AaAAAGHHHHH!! I-It HURTS!!”
Rua’s body jolted violently.
Red fluid began to spill into the drainage groove built into the procedure table.
“It hurts… IT HURTS!!”
She jerked her head up and down repeatedly, desperate to escape the searing pain—
trying with everything she had left to show her willingness to consent.
However, those whose bodies break before evacuating their personality are no longer eligible to consent.
Without a word, the enforcer turned and walked away.
SPLRRCH!! SPLUT—SPLRRCHH!!
“N-No… wait… p-please… help me…!”
“Ugh… nnngh… g-gah… hah…”
Rua let out a strangled cry from deep within her throat.
Inside her, the foaming still hadn’t stopped.
Pressed by the bubbles, something precious oozed sluggishly from her torn abdomen.
“N-No… please… h-help me… someone…!!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs, begging for salvation.
But her ruptured body was beyond repair—
Not even the most advanced medical technology in the kingdom could save her now.
The pain crashed over her in waves,
and her limbs, bound tightly by the restraints, began to convulse violently.
“It huuurts… I-I can’t… it hurts so much!! Kff—kff!”
She coughed up frothy blood, staining her lips.
Her breath came in ragged wheezes, wet and broken,
each one thinner than the last.
“Why… w-why… me…?”
Her eyes, no longer able to focus, wandered across the ceiling.
She never knew why she was chosen.
All she had done was dance—just dance on a stage.
Why did her life have to end like this?
“…I’m scared… I don’t want to die…”
Her voice reached no one.
It echoed against the sterile walls of the chamber,
and continued to ring—
until the moment mercy would finally arrive.
