Properly Disciplining the Men of the Reversed World (1)
Men were frail and delicate creatures. As such, they rightfully belonged under women's protection in everyday life. Yet some men viewed this as unfair and demanded equal rights with women.
Thus, the Male Rights Association was born—a group advocating for men and women to work in the same environments, receive equal pay, and labor side by side.
Thanks to their fervent campaigns, Renes's knight order introduced a male quota system, hiring a few men. Over time, these male knights steadily secured positions within the ranks.
But even so, entrusting actual combat to inherently weak men was out of the question. Most handled clerical work or support roles. A few, however, grumbled even at that, leaning on women for help.
Seiji, the de facto leader among the male knights, was one such man.
"Hey, knights~ Could you handle this for me?"
"Oh, when our pretty male knight asks so nicely, of course~"
"So, where do you need help?"
The female knights eagerly took on Seiji's tasks without hesitation. One might expect resentment at dumping work on others, but their faces lit up with joy and anticipation.
By racking up favor points like this, they might snag a steamy night with him.
"Phew, that should do it."
"Wow~ I was stressing over this pile, but you knocked it out so fast. Our knights are amazing~"
"Haha, this is nothing for women."
"Anyway, work's done. If you're free...?"
"Oh, right, my bad. I've got more stuff piling up. Gotta run."
"Uh, uh. Yeah, see you later...."
Seiji bolted the moment the job was finished. The female knights watched him go with regret, but he caught their longing glances and smirked inwardly.
Women are so damn stupid. Sweet-talk 'em a little, and they come running like dogs in heat.
To women, men were objects of protection. Society accepted this because men possessed an allure that drew women in.
Men filled women's voids and brought irreplaceable joy to their lives... especially those with builds and faces that stirred protective and sexual instincts. Exploit that well, and you could bask in affection from hordes of women, bending them to your will.
In short, for a man, beauty was power—the key to ruling women.
Convinced of this, Seiji had seduced countless female knights since joining the order. Now, he lorded over them like fish in his personal pond, managing them at will.
Yeah, I'm special. More special than anyone.
Innate charm equaled power. Believing this devoutly, Seiji was certain his life partner must be extraordinary too—not the dime-a-dozen women who jumped at his every whim, but the strongest, most authoritative ones.
Only they deserve me.
The Three Knights: Renes territory's elite, the kingdom's most prosperous city's top warriors. Untouchable as flowers on a cliff, they needed an equally special partner—and Seiji knew he was perfect for it.
The downside? As a lowly recruit, he had zero direct access. But coax a mid-tier female knight into making an introduction, and it was only a matter of time.
Confident as ever, he flaunted his charms to the female knights when one day, he overheard something that ruined his mood.
"Heard? Martina and Helia are training that arena slave."
"No wonder we haven't seen them. That's what they've been up to."
"The arena's booming, so the lord's investing big, huh...."
"A man as a gladiator? No way I'd do that."
One day, the lord brought in a male gladiator. Common wisdom held men too fragile for brutal work like that, yet he drew massive cheers from the crowds.
Reservations for his next fight tripled the previous record.
The bigger the buzz, the more Seiji seethed with displeasure and jealousy.
Cheeky bastard. Stealing women's attention right out from under me....
He hadn't met the guy yet, but captivating women meant serious charm. Normally, Seiji wouldn't care about some arena hack—but this one was cozying up to his marked targets: the special women.
"One person, sure, but two of the Three Knights mentoring him? That's new."
"Means Renes is paying close attention, right?"
"Or maybe... he seduced them."
"Heard he whored himself out publicly in the arena. Think that's how he got them?"
Rumors snowballed, morphing into "truth" that ignited listeners' imaginations.
Seiji's patience snapped. His burning zeal turned to action.
That punk eyeing my prey? Can't let this slide. Time to teach him a lesson.
Conveniently, he'd rallied the male knights under him, building a loyal following. He'd used their numbers before to bully rivals, breaking their spirits and forcing them out.
"He's got some nerve, alright."
"Monopolizing women just 'cause he's decent-looking...."
"Heh, wanna go yank every hair off his head?"
His followers hated the guy too. More fired up than usual, crushing this gladiator's ego and ruining him seemed easy.
Seiji led his pack without hesitation, confronting the target boldly with a barrage of insults.
"You filthy criminal dog. Fans sucking your dick makes you think you're hot shit? You're just a dirty whore spawn with a rap sheet—nothing more. And you got the balls to flirt with them? Know how pathetic that looks to real men like us!?"
-Thwack, thud.
Seiji hammered the man's chest with his small fists, his gang snickering menacingly behind. The targeted gladiator just stood there, glaring blankly.
His face twisted, teeth gritted—clearly pissed. But to Seiji, it was laughable.
"Oh yeah? Glaring at me? Who the fuck are you to look at me like that? Lower your eyes!"
Most men cowered when outnumbered and verbally assaulted. This one would fold like the rest.
Seiji was mid-yell, expecting submission, when something rocketed toward his face. He froze.
A fast, heavy blur—like a meteor aimed right at him.
And boom! It smashed into Seiji's face.
"Guh, hek...!?"
His body flew back, tumbling across the training ground's sand into a pathetic heap.
"S-Seiji!?"
"That guy just...!"
Shocked cries from his crew pierced the ringing in his ears. Seiji shuddered at the burning pain in his cheek, replaying the moment.
Something had slammed his face. What? Did that guy actually punch him?
"Ow, it hurts...."
Screw that. His handsome face was mangled, throbbing with the worst pain of his life.
"Ow, it hurts! Hurts so fucking much!! Aaaah!!"
He lost it, flailing up then collapsing again, wailing about his agony.
It hurt like hell—like he could die any second.
"Never even got hit by Dad.... You, youuu!!"
The pain fueled hatred. His glare burned with venom that would've broken any ordinary man—but the gladiator just pitied him.
"Hah, fuck. Look at this pussy whining from one punch."
Adrian clenched his fist, stepping closer.
"Hey, you little shit—know how much shit I took, getting cursed at by a stranger's tiny dick? Wanna die? Should I snap every limb and turn you into a training dummy? Huh?"
"Y-You fucker...!"
Even with murderous intent in Adrian's voice, Seiji felt no real threat. He'd never been hit; a face-punch wasn't life-or-death.
Male fights were about numbers and trash talk anyway. One guy? No sweat.
"Wh-what're you waiting for? Get him!"
His yell snapped his crew into action, swarming Adrian. But their "attacks" were pathetic: slaps, tugs, shoves—barely violence compared to women's brawls.
-Thud!!
Adrian's punch sent two flying. Panic and horror dawned on the men's faces.
"Wh-what...?"
"Did that psycho just hit us?"
Violence was taboo for men. Yet this brute loomed, unfazed.
"The hell? What crime did I commit? You swarm me like a mob, and I can't hit back?"
"You bastard...!"
"Listen up, you fucks. Think I'm your punching bag? Wanna fuck with me? Grow a spine first, huh!?"
His roar overwhelmed their numbers. But the men couldn't process it—they were the aggrieved ones; submission was the norm.
That was male society.
"I've got training. Cut the pussy shit, grab your fallen buddies, and fuck off."
Their "common sense" didn't apply here. This barbaric, womanly thug drove the point home.
"Show your faces again, and I'll snap your spines in half. Got it? Scram, you dogs!"
"Th-this...!"
"Crazy bastard, crazy!"
They fled spewing curses. Seiji, face a mess, staggered after, grinding his loose teeth.
"Arrogant prick, arrogant prick!! Who the hell does he think he is!?"
Not submitting was bad enough—now this humiliation. Icy hatred surged.
He ditched his crew and bolted to the female knights' barracks, seeking his one reliable family.
"Sis!!!"
"Hey, Seiji. What's up...? Seiji?"
"Sniff, sob. Sis...."
His face: bruised, swollen red. Unable to bear the pain, his only little brother burst into tears.
"Who did this to you?"
Senya's face darkened with fury as she faced him.