Chapter 19
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 19: Jiu-Jitsu (1)
"Phew..."
Neighborhood sightseeing is roughly done. Now I just need to go home, play some games, and come out on time when the clock strikes 6.
But... as I moved my steps, a worry arose that chilled my spine.
'...What if I get an erection while doing it?'
This is serious. No, critical.
Due to the nature of the sport called Jiu-Jitsu, physical contact is inevitable. Tangling, pressing, choking each other.
But this is the Reverse World. The members are all women. Since it's near a university district, it's obvious. From fresh female college students to energetic high school girls, or office worker older sisters coming to relieve stress after work.
If my junior cluelessly lifts its head in the middle of sparring? If I pitch a tent on the mat?
"......"
Then it's not just simple humiliation. It's a social death sentence. An ending where I'm immediately branded a molester and wear an electronic anklet.
'F*ck... Should I buy a chastity belt and wear it.'
I seriously considered going to the Dollar Store and buying a lock.
But I shook my head vigorously to shake off the random thoughts.
"No. What a crazy thought."
Jiu-Jitsu is a sacred martial art. A sport where you sweat and compete with techniques. I need to wash away the dirty thoughts in my brain. I'm going to train, not to mate.
'Did I start trouble getting soaked in old nostalgia for nothing...'
Regret washed over slightly, but it's already spilled water. No choice but to clash like a man.
"...Let's go home and sleep for now."
There's nothing like sleep to get rid of random thoughts. I trudged home.
. . .
Arrived home.
I locked the front door and flopped onto the bed, but the more I looked at the ceiling, anxiety crept up.
'No matter how much I think... what if my d*ck really explodes while doing it?'
This isn't something to laugh off. If I groan while caught in a technique, or get caught in a triangle choke and my face gets buried in the opponent's private area?
If at that moment my junior blows the morning bugle saying "Yo, nice to meet you friend!"?
It's an immediate police station meetup. Electronic anklet limited edition. I can't be socially buried before even entering school.
Just then, a genius idea flashed through my brain.
'Right... that's it.'
Sage Time.
If I discharge my desire beforehand, my body will become a Buddha of the peaceful mundane world. A state of non-possession with no material greed, no sexual desire. With that, I can endure.
"Jerk off. For he who jerks off shall have erectile dysfunction."
I don't know which saint said it, but for this moment, it's the truth of my life.
"I don't know!!!"
It's not simply for pleasure. It is... a holy ritual solely for my dignity and survival.
I grabbed my pants with grim determination.
. . .
In front of the gym.
I looked up at the sign with blank eyes. The world looks truly beautiful. Even the passing wind is fragrant, and my heart is peaceful like a lake.
Is this the state of Nirvana? Far from dirty thoughts, I feel like even my survival instinct has dimmed in my body.
Jingle—
I opened the door weakly and entered.
"Oh? You came earlier than I thought?"
The master, wearing a uniform, looked at me and welcomed me. She checked her watch and came out to greet me with a smile.
"Ah... Yes."
I answered with a soulless voice.
The master examined my face closely, then tilted her head.
"Uh... But you don't look very energetic. You aren't sick anywhere, right?"
My complexion deserves to be haggard. Because I just poured out all my energy to remove a 'future threat'. My legs seem to be trembling slightly too.
The master spoke with a worried expression.
"If you're not feeling well, you don't have to force yourself today. You can just watch and go..."
"Ah... No... It's fine."
I waved my hand and answered calmly.
"Before coming... I did some intense exercise at home and washed up. So I guess I'm a bit languid."
"Ah~ You previewed! Your passion is amazing as expected."
The master admired and clapped her hands.
Right... preview. A very important preview for the real battle.
I swallowed a bitter smile and put down my bag. Since my junior will be in hibernation for the time being, there is nothing to fear.
"Since you came early, shall we fit the uniform size first? Don't know if there's one that fits."
The master asked while rummaging through the communal uniforms hanging on the rack.
"Roughly what are your height and weight?"
"Height is roughly 180 and 85kg."
"......Yes?"
The master's hand stopped in mid-air. She stopped trying to take out a uniform, opened her eyes round, and scanned me up and down again.
"180...? Weight 85...?"
"Yes. Shoulders are on the broad side, so you'll have to give me a big one."
In Jiu-Jitsu uniform size, it's A3.
It's a size worn by quite sturdy physiques even among ordinary adult males. Considering the average male of this world, it must be specs equivalent to a giant.
The master opened her mouth slightly as if she couldn't believe it.
"Wow... You're much bigger than I thought. Didn't know well because you were wearing clothes..."
She started rummaging deep inside the storage.
"Just a moment... A3... I think there was one a member left behind a long time ago... Ah, found it! You can wear this."
The master brought out a dusty uniform from the corner of the storage. A3 size. Don't know if a large female member left it behind in the past, or if it was kept for emergency.
"Changing room is over there. Ah, and you know how to tie the belt, right?"
"Yes."
I answered shortly and took the uniform.
Finished changing in the changing room. Looking in the mirror, the fit was a bit strange.
'...A bit small.'
Pants length is roughly right, but the top was the problem. Shoulders and back are tight. Every time I move my arm, the uniform pulls taut as if it will burst. Well, fortunate if it doesn't tear.
Tied the belt around the waist as the hands remembered, and tightened the knot firmly.
Coming out of the changing room, the master saw me, eyes sparkling, and gave a thumbs up.
"Oh, you look good? Good."
"Thank you. Shoulders are a bit tight, but it's okay."
"Since you came early, I was thinking of teaching you simple basics or drills before the main class starts..."
The master stopped trying to gesture to come up on the mat, and hesitated for a moment. She asked very carefully while gauging my mood.
"By any chance... you don't have an aversion to physical contact, right?"
"......"
"Since this exercise is what it is... flesh inevitably touches or adheres closely. Men might... dislike that kind of thing."
As expected, men of this world seem to be 'beings who keep distance'.
But don't worry.
Thanks to the 'Holy Ritual' I just performed, my current state is the stage of liberation. Whether a woman rubs her body, flesh touches, or even tap dances on top of me, my mind is like a thousand-year-old stone Buddha.
I answered with an infinitely peaceful expression.
"Don't mind at all. It's exercise, after all."
Lim Chae-yang, the master running 'Practical Gracie Jiu-Jitsu' near Hoyeon University district, had a mouth going dry right now.
She stole a glance at the man warming up in a corner of the mat.
'...Really big.'
Back where the A3 size uniform fits tight as if to burst. Broad shoulders. And the quite handsome appearance revealed after taking off the hat.
For such a man to come on his own feet, and to this combat sports gym at that. It's an inflow of a 'New Male Member' which is lower probability than winning the lottery.
"Phew..."
Chae-yang swallowed dry spit.
That man looks nonchalant, but the problem is the existing members.
This place is a den teeming with energetic women from female college students to office workers and high school girls.
To them, who usually sing "Ah, want to meet a man", "Any decent man anywhere", throwing such top-grade prey... no, a guest defenselessly might cause an incident.
If not careful, he might get drained of energy from the first day and run away, or worse, get reported for sexual harassment.
'I have to cut it at my line.'
Chae-yang took out her smartphone with a grim expression. Opened the group chat room.
Tap, tap-tap.
She typed carefully.
As soon as she pressed send, the '1's disappeared at a scary speed. The expressions of the members looking at the chat room were vivid in her mind.
Chae-yang quickly typed the next sentence.
Send complete.
Chae-yang put down the phone and let out a deep sigh.
"...Please just don't cause an accident, you things."
Please let that innocent-looking bachelor return home safely without getting hurt in this wolves' den.
She prayed earnestly.
"Ah..."
Chae-yang put her hand to her forehead. As expected, the feared reaction.
High schooler replying instantly instead of studying.
How do I handle this. If I honestly say "Huge and handsome", it's obvious the gym will turn into an idol fan meeting scene today. But I can't lie either.
First need to calm them down.
Ha...
Chae-yang sighed and went out to the home screen. And turned on the Jiu-Jitsu member exclusive attendance app [Jiu-Jitsu Mania].
Wonder how many will attend today.
Usually, it's the national rule to apply all at once 30 minutes before class starts, on the way home from work or school, so it should still be loose. Just checking earlier there were only 4 reservations.
Refresh.
Right, still...
Ding dong.
Notification rang.
Ding dong.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong... Ring ring, ding!
Suddenly the phone started having a seizure. Notification windows poured down like a waterfall.
[ 'Park Ha-na' Reserved ][ 'Lee Hye-jin' Reserved ][ 'Kang Yu-ri' Reserved ]
"...Uh?"
Chae-yang's eyes went wide. The numbers were going up insanely in real-time.
[ 12 / 30 ][ 21 / 30 ][ 28 / 30 ]
In just 1 minute, capacity was full. Even ghost members who hadn't shown their faces for a month citing overtime, and office workers who only registered and acted as donation angels, all pressed the attendance button.
"......"
These wolf-like b*tches.
Humans who usually said "Master too tired can't go ㅠㅠ", revived like zombies at the single word 'Male Guest'.
Chae-yang stared blankly at the phone. And checked the group chat again.
F*cked up.
Chae-yang looked at Seol Jin-hyuk who was warming up peacefully (actually in Sage Time) knowing nothing over there.
Tonight, this gym is scheduled to become a Colosseum, not a Jiu-Jitsu dojo.
She genuinely started worrying about that lamb's safety.