Muscular Detective Ryu Hyejin
"Mr. Yu Sihyun, could you come over for a moment?"
"Yes."
I walked over to where the detective lady was calling me. The three short-haired women were already being interrogated.
"I've reviewed the recording you provided, and the evidence is solid. The statements from the witnesses at the scene all line up as well. Those women started the fight, and Mr. Sihyun acted in self-defense. They'll be charged immediately with blackmail, assault, and extortion."
"Ah, I see. Understood."
"But the perpetrators aren't in their right minds. It's like they're on something. They keep insisting this is all a dream and denying reality. We've collected urine samples to test for drug use, so those results should be in soon."
"Ah, yes. Thank you for your hard work."
"Not at all. Protecting the rights of men is simply what we police are supposed to do."
I looked over at the short-haired gang.
"Hearing you spouting nonsense, it sounds like you really did do drugs. What do you think?"
The short-haired woman snapped back viciously, glaring at the detective lady.
"You fucking bitch. Is this how the people's protectors are supposed to act? Treating socially vulnerable women like this without any evidence?!"
A bitch was still a bitch, no matter where she was. Mouthing off without a shred of fear even inside a police station? She clearly had no idea how terrifying female detectives could be. She'd completely lost her sense of self-preservation.
The muscular detective sitting across from the short-haired woman slammed a thick case file into her head.
Thwack! Thwack!
"These fucking bitches still haven't come to their senses. Apologize to the gentleman this instant! Not a single sign of remorse. These crazy bitches, seriously. How about putting on a helmet and taking a trip to the Room of Truth? Want to go?!"
She was a female cop with biceps as thick as a human head. At that level, she was a gym rat among gym rats — the final boss of muscle.
Wait a second. There was an actor she reminded me of…
"Aigoo, Sihyun, was it? You must have been so frightened. How dare these worthless bitches glare at a man like that. Bow your heads! Bow them before I kill you."
Intimidated by the muscle-bound female cop, the short-haired gang dropped their eyes to the floor. She pulled a packet of ssanghwa tea from her drawer.
"You must be thirsty. Please have one of these."
"No, it's fine. Really, Detective."
"Aigoo, my hands are embarrassed. Take it. Take it. It's fine."
"Ah — yes."
As I accepted the ssanghwa tea and our hands brushed, the muscular female detective's face flushed bright red.
Huh? What was that? Was someone of that build actually getting shy?
"Th-thank you! I will never wash this hand for the rest of my life! It is an honor!"
"Ah… yes? Yes…"
Whatever had her so pleased, the muscle-bound female detective gazed at the right hand that had touched mine and smiled with pure contentment. Then she roared at the short-haired gang like a tiger.
"Hey, you manners-less bitches. Daring to do a body search on such an outstanding man as Sihyun. Have you lost your minds? Seriously."
"Ah, no — we didn't actually hit him. We just pretended like we were going to."
"Just pretended? Oh! Just pretended! As if there's any situation where you get to hit someone as cute and lovely as Sihyun. Aargh! Seriously. Hey! You three are hopeless. Room of Truth."
"What?! What?"
"Say it! You bitches. Room of Truth!"
"R-Room of Truth…"
Crushed under the muscle-bound female detective's sheer presence, the short-haired trio had no choice but to chant it. She handed out three motorcycle helmets.
"Here. Put these on, one each. Let's get this over with quickly. Unnie's just a little irritated because of our little sisters here, so don't be too scared. It's fine. It's fine."
Without the faintest idea what was happening, the three short-haired women put on the motorcycle helmets.
"Follow me to the Room of Truth!"
"F-following…"
The muscle-bound female detective bowed politely to me.
"Sihyun, wait just a moment. It'll be over soon."
She led the short-haired trio to a corner of the office screened off by a curtain. And then—
"These bitches have zero sense. How dare they lay a hand on our adorable Sihyun!"
Thwack! Thud! Crack! Crunch!
The sound of a motorcycle helmet being mercilessly assaulted rang out. No matter how much a motorcycle helmet cushioned impact, taking a beating like that from a muscle-bound female detective meant at least a month of recovery.
"Alright, come out. Come out… Hey! Don't be scared, I said come out. I won't hit you. Ah, seriously. Stop being chickens and get out here. Our Sihyun is waiting."
The short-haired trio, their hair a complete disaster, kept their eyes glued to the floor as they shuffled out in a half-crouch.
"Alright, let's try this again. Kids. You did wrong, didn't you?"
"W-we did wrong!"
"Hey, short-hair. Wipe that nosebleed already. Someone's going to think the people's protectors were bullying you. Read the room and act like it!"
The short-haired woman, still sniffling blood, startled and hurriedly plugged her nose with a tissue.
"Alright, alright. On your knees, hands up. Just like you practiced in the Room of Truth."
The three short-haired women dropped to their knees in a row in front of me, hands raised high. The cockiness from earlier was long gone. Just what on earth had happened inside the Room of Truth?
"We did wrong! We deserve to be hit! How dare we glare at Mr. Sihyun. Please hit us more!"
No matter how I looked at it, those were lines the muscle-bound female detective had drilled into them. What was I supposed to say? Nothing came to mind.
As I stood there silently, the muscle-bound female detective shot up from her seat.
"Ah, these brats, seriously. I told you to put some heart into it. Is that all you've got?! Want another trip to the Room of Truth?"
The short-haired gang burst into tears.
"Please forgive us! We don't want to go to the Room of Truth. Spare us. Please."
Hah… Fine. At this point, they'd reflected enough. With the crimes they'd racked up, they were getting criminally charged anyway. Time to wrap this up.
"Detective. I think these ladies have reflected a bit. Please handle the rest as you see fit."
"Yes! Sihyun. Hey! You lot — hurry up and say thank you!"
"Th-thank you."
"Thank you for sparing us."
"We will never forget this kindness."
Only then did the muscle-bound female detective break into a satisfied smile.
"Um, Sihyun. Here's my business card."
"Ah? Yes?"
"I-it's nothing much. Just — if you're ever in any kind of trouble, please contact me. Whether some bitch is stalking you, or some bitch who doesn't know her place picks a fight like today, or cockroaches show up in your house, or your drain gets clogged, or you need a laborer for heavy work — contact me anytime! The moment you call, I'll drop everything and come running!"
Hah. I was speechless.
"Detectives unclog drains and do hard labor too?"
"Of course! The police are the people's protectors. Service! Service! Don't you know? When someone as adorable as you is inconvenienced, we have to help with everything. Ah, and also—"
She shrugged off the sharp coat she'd been wearing and draped it over my shorts.
"Someone as cute as you walking around in shorts that short will give women heart attacks. Make sure you cover up with this on your way home."
Hah. What even was this. Was this what it felt like for a woman to be protected by a man?
And yet, strangely, my heart was fluttering and racing. A considerate man really was— wait. No. A woman being cool was… something else.
She was a female detective with a rugged face and a body completely dominated by muscle. Not my type at all. But my goodwill toward her had risen considerably compared to the start.
"Thank you, Detective."
"It's an honor! Sihyun."
I took the business card the muscle-bound female detective handed me and slipped it into my wallet.
Gangnam Police Station
Detective Chief
Ryu Hyejin
Someone worth knowing.
"Hey, Sihyun. The detective says you can go now?"
It was Deputy Manager Dongcheol and Assistant Manager Seonghyeon.
"Yes, hyungs. Let's go."
Muscular female detective Ryu Hyejin watched me leave with a look that couldn't quite hide her disappointment. There was a Bonbon orange juice in my pocket — ah, right. The one I'd gotten from that strange woman earlier.
"Detective. Please have this while you work."
"Pardon?"
Detective Ryu Hyejin's small eyes went wide. I held out the orange juice.
"Really — you're giving this to me?"
"Yes. You gave me that ssanghwa tea, after all."
"Thank you! I will treasure this orange juice for the rest of my life. I will pass it down through my family as a heirloom for generations!"
Okay, making an orange juice into a family treasure was a bit much.
"Well then, I'll be going. See you next time."
"Take care on your way! Sihyun. And the other oppas too. Sihyun — if anything difficult comes up, no matter how trivial, contact me anytime. I'll be on standby twenty-four hours!"
What was this, twenty-four-hour standby? She wasn't an ambulance. A little over the top, but she was a good woman.
"Sihyun, that ahjussi is properly smitten with you."
"Ah, seriously, Deputy Manager Dongcheol. She's not an ahjussi — she's a lady, okay?"
"Ah, is she? I just saw the muscles and figured she was a guy. Anyway, be careful. She looked ready to eat you alive. Heh."
Thinking about it, he had a point. Getting raped by a muscular detective lady… the thought alone was horrifying.
"Taxi!"
Assistant Manager Seonghyeon spotted one and shouted.
"Hey, taxis are hard to catch at this hour. Let's take one together. Seonghyeon gets off first, then Sihyun — that works."
"Yeah, alright, hyung."
It was Saturday evening — catching a taxi at this hour was like plucking stars from the sky.
Screeech!
The taxi was about to sail right past us, then slammed to a sudden stop.
Huh? We caught a taxi on the first try at this hour?
"Going to Yangjae-dong?"
Yangjae-dong wasn't far from Gangnam Police Station. Not much money in it for a taxi driver. On a fire-Saturday like tonight, they'd want to rack up the big fares. She'd refuse the ride, right? Or maybe go if we offered double?
"Yes. I'll take you. Get in."
What the. She was going? I'd at least expected to have to pay double.
I took the front seat. Dongcheol and Seonghyeon climbed into the back.
"Ah, hyung. Can't I just crash at your place for tonight? Please?"
"Yah. Two guys sleeping together? Gross. Stop whining and go home."
"Ah, come on. Sihyun? Can't you do something?"
"Ah, Seonghyeon-hyung, I'm out on that one too. I'm already miserable enough without a girlfriend. Spending Saturday night with a guy? Nah, that's not it."
The taxi driver lady, who'd been quietly listening from the side, snuck a glance at me.
"There's no way he doesn't have a girlfriend…"
It was a mutter, but I heard it.
"Pardon?"
"Ah — nothing."
The taxi driver lady's face flushed red. Embarrassed she'd been caught talking to herself, apparently.
But seriously — why were all the women in this gender-reversed world so good-looking? Had the Creator lost it or what? Even the taxi driver lady was cute. Her skin was white and clear. Her eyes were big and gentle like a rabbit's. Her nose was small and adorable. Her mouth had the kind of smile that made dimples appear. She was about 175 centimeters — average height for a woman in this world.
On top of that, taxi drivers in the gender-reversed world wore uniforms. On her head sat one of those cute triangular hats stewardesses used to wear. A crisp white vest over a sky-blue blouse suited her perfectly. Below, a short pink skirt matched the white vest — short enough that her panties were just barely on the verge of peeking out. White stockings capped it off as the finishing touch.
The urge hit me to hike up that skirt, rip the stockings clean open, and bury my cock inside her.