Proper and Wholesome Sexual Knowledge (1)
I transmigrated into a world where chastity was inverted.
No — given that my family still exists on this side, and all my relationships remain intact, maybe the me from this world and the me from that one simply switched places.
No. That isn't what matters.
What matters is that on the second day after transmigrating, I was arrested as a sex offender and found guilty.
The one silver lining was that I was sent to a Correction Facility instead of prison…
"I don't understand how our son could have become such a pervert…"
I did not want to hear those words from my mother — a woman well past the age for it, dressed in a schoolgirl uniform because she had plans to play with her husband that night.
"I knew from the start. Cooped up in his room, never meeting people, only going out occasionally for dates with his girlfriend. I always figured he had a perverted streak somewhere."
I did not want to hear those words from my little sister either — sitting there in bunny ears and a micro bikini, idly twirling a bunny-tail anal plug between her fingers while giving the interview.
That little shit was a first-year university student. Was that really how she was allowed to dress?
I did not want to hear those words from a reporter either — a woman in a suit with heart-shaped cutouts exposing her nipples, a matching heart-shaped cutout in the crotch of her pencil skirt, semen dripping from between her legs.
No.
Damn it.
On the first day after transmigrating, I'd thought this was just an ordinary world with heroes and villains added on top. The heroes I'd happened to see on the news that day had been dressed normally, and the villains they'd been fighting had been in perverted outfits — so I'd assumed that was because they were sex offenders.
Then the next day, checking the schedule on my smartphone, I went out on a date with my girlfriend. The clothing and behavior of every single person in the world so thoroughly shattered my common sense that my mind simply broke. In that state I arrived at our meeting place, found my girlfriend in a perverted outfit down on all fours like a dog, and — telling her to get up — unthinkingly took her hand.
That was the moment I was branded a sex offender.
What the hell was I supposed to have done, then?
Was the world insane?
No excuse worked. People stared at me with the same revulsion they'd reserve for a child molester, cursing me, spitting on me, throwing rocks.
This…
Aah…
Fuck…
Ugh!
A world where nobody has any concept of chastity, where everyone is a pervert, where women casually spread their legs for you?
Sure, I'd fantasized about it. I should have left it as a fantasy. Actually arriving in such a world, I learned it wasn't a lewd paradise — it was a nightmare hell. I was tasting the special misery of being the only two-eyed person dropped into a land of cyclopes.
And yet on the subject of crimes against children, they're every bit as strict as the old world. What's with that?
I agreed that they should be, of course. But still. This half-assed inversion of chastity values made me want to spit curses. Was it the unfairness of it? The unfairness of how this world was built, and of the situation I was stuck in?
Whatever the reason, I just wanted to swear.
"…"
I looked around. A room with no computer and no television. What it did have: a large bed; a table and chair off to one side; a desk and shelves; and, strewn across them, a mixed assortment of male and female masturbation toys. On the far wall, a door leading to a bathroom.
This was the prison I was locked in — no. The Correction Facility for sex offenders.
Posters covered the walls.
A Healthy, Bright Sex Life!
A Brighter Future Awaits You!
"…At least the concepts of beauty and gender haven't been inverted. Small mercies."
If those had been flipped too? In the name of "proper reform," some orc I'd never seen in my life might have shown up to reverse-rape me.
"…"
Ugh. Just imagining it gave me chills.
A Vigorous, Erect Morning!
A Life Standing Tall and Bright!
A slogan so nonsensical I couldn't even parse it. And the illustration — a sun cresting over a massive upright cock — was grotesque beyond description.
"Damn it."
I tore that poster down and threw it away. At least the others could be dismissed as lewd illustrations. This one was simply unacceptable.
The Better You Cum, the More You Earn!
"What kind of bullshit is this?"
Why did I have to look at something that grotesque — coins popping out of a dick?
"Anyone hearing that slogan would think it was a brothel recruitment ad."
Naturally, I tore that one down too. The government had authorized this? Had actually produced these as official posters?
Not long after I'd shredded the ugliest of them, nine o'clock arrived, and someone entered my room.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Choi Seong-gi. Starting today, I will be the warden in charge of your correction. My name is Jeong Ju-ri."
The woman who introduced herself as Jeong Ju-ri was a stunning beauty with dyed blonde hair. A short bob that just covered the nape of her neck. Attractively shaped, gently swelling breasts; a smooth waist; and hips that rose in a soft, graceful curve. A model-like figure with golden proportions — nothing excessive.
What she was wearing appeared to be a warden's uniform, but the styling was deeply strange.
First, the top: the fabric of the uniform shirt had been gathered up and knotted in front of her chest, leaving her breasts half-exposed and everything below — abdomen, waist — completely bare. Her lower half was a palm-length, skin-tight leather skirt. Across her fully exposed hips, a string that looked like a thong strap ran up and clung snugly in place. Her ID badge hung from that thong string.
The photo on the badge showed her making a double peace sign with a blank expression, semen smeared across her face as if it were ordinary makeup, a baton tucked into her cleavage.
Was that seriously allowed as an ID photo?
Click. Click.
Jeong Ju-ri approached me, her high heels tapping against the floor. I rose without thinking to face her.
"I've seen the data, but you don't look like a vicious sex offender."
"What do you… mean by that?"
She looked about my age, and I'd nearly slipped into casual speech without realizing it. Damn it. Right — I was a criminal now.
"You have a good face for getting women pregnant. Any woman who has sex with you would surely bear a healthy child."
"Ah… yes."
"Your face, your cock, and your name are all excellent."
My name: Choi Seong-gi. As a kid, my friends had always teased me that it meant "the greatest dick." I'd once told a friend I'd made on a trip abroad about the joke, and from that day on he'd called me BP — Best Penis.
"It's truly a shame that only your mind is abnormal."
I'm normal.
"For your sake, I will reform you into a fine male specimen with a proper, wholesome sexual appetite."
As she said this, Jeong Ju-ri pressed a baton — produced from somewhere — against my cock through my clothes, poking and prodding.
"Ugh."
Of course a beauty dressed like that would make me hard. Not getting hard would have been the strange part. If I'd met her outside, the world being completely insane might have left no room for an erection — but in here…
Jeong Ju-ri continued pressing my cock this way and that with the baton as she spoke.
"First, based on the psychological analysis, we've determined that your general sexual knowledge is severely deficient."
She shoved me firmly with the baton, and I toppled backward onto the bed. She turned, settled her hips onto my thighs, and wrapped one arm around my neck, pulling her body flush against mine.
"Ugh."
Her breasts crushed against my shoulder, attacking me with their soft give. The firm spring of her ass against my thighs. A faint, drifting fragrance. And as her clothes shifted, a nipple slipped teasingly into view.
"Therefore, from this moment on, I will teach you proper and wholesome sexual knowledge."
"Proper and wholesome, my ass."
"Your condition is serious."
Jeong Ju-ri pressed herself even closer than before.
"In that case, out of consideration for the girlfriend you made cry, I will begin by teaching you the proper manners between a man and a woman."
Her hand stroked my chest, her index finger circling slowly around my nipple, teasing it.
"Nnngh."
"Now then — think of me as your girlfriend, and try giving me a compliment."
"A compliment?"
"Yes. A compliment. What makes a relationship between a man and a woman run smoothly is satisfying sex, compatible sexual orientations, and plenty of affectionate expression."
The fact that this part actually sounds relatively normal — does that mean I'm the one going crazy?
Ah, damn it. I just wanted to tear into some fried chicken.
"Come on."
Jeong Ju-ri lifted her legs and fully straddled me, settling into a face-to-face position. Both arms wound around my neck, her entire body pressed tight against mine.
"Go on. Compliment me."
As she said it, she licked my ear with her tongue.
"…More importantly, what are you doing right now?"
"Hmm? I like you, so I'm making an appeal. When your correction is finished, let's enjoy ourselves together."
Was she insane?
Was she insane.