The Delivery Incident
I finished my stream and gathered my "streaming slaves."
I sent the same personal message to Poppi and Youngsu, then headed to the bathroom to wash up.
"Hmm... am I still okay?"
I hadn't been exercising, so I was worried, but it seemed my physique hadn't changed in just three days. Still, I need to start working out as soon as possible. After finishing my nth resolution to exercise, I finished my shower.
I was about to dry my hair roughly, but I remembered the "bald-shamer" in the chat, so I dried it thoroughly, leaving no moisture behind.
"Let's see..."
Now it was time to check my smartphone to see what replies I’d received.
The first reply came from Ppoppi. There was still no word from Youngsu. They were definitely watching until the end of the stream. I logged into the streaming site just in case, but there were no messages there either. It was possible they’d left the site the moment the stream ended, but that seemed unlikely.
"Ugh. Something must have come up."
I stopped worrying about Youngsu and focused back on the conversation with Ppoppi.
"..." What is this, a provocation?
"Huh?" How could she figure it out just from my name?
Thankfully, it seemed she was just listing thoughts that popped into her head.
She must have seen my collab with Gwangpal-nuna earlier.
I had decided to save money, but since she was a viewer and manager who had helped me a lot, I thought paying for a chicken was acceptable.
Nayang seemed more extroverted than I thought. Asking to meet up for a drink right away...
I sent her a gift card for fried chicken from my favorite place.
I think boneless is tastier and easier to eat, so I don't know why she's having such a fit. While we were talking, Youngsu still hadn't texted, so I eventually went to sleep, promising to check again the next day.
Next day, 10:00 AM. I got out of bed and did some simple stretching.
"I've been stuck inside lately, so my body feels stiff..."
Since it was hard to go outside whenever I wanted, it felt like my body wasn't listening to me.
"What should I eat today?"
I sat at my desk, opened a delivery app, and started looking for something to eat.
"Sandwich sounds good... but it's hard to order here..."
I searched the internet for the best combinations, found one, and ordered a sandwich accordingly. About 30 minutes later, a notification popped up saying the sandwich had arrived.
"Wait for me, my Italian B.M.T.!"
I opened the door immediately, and—
"You're really a man?"
The delivery person was staring at me.
"Ugh!"
I tried to close the door quickly, but the delivery person was faster, catching the door.
"What are you doing! Just leave the food and go!"
I resisted and held onto the door, but unfortunately, I had just woken up, and in my panic, I lacked the strength.
"Ha. My life is ruined anyway, I might as well taste a man before I die."
The delivery driver shoved the door open and pressed against me.
"I... I'm a woman! I'm a woman!"
"Huh? You look exactly like the boyfriend in my imagination, no matter how I look at it. Well, I can just check."
The delivery person's hand reached toward my precious Johnson.
"You fucking—!!!"
I unleashed superhuman strength to break free from the pressure and punched her.
"Thwack!"
"... Your punch is fucking spicy, you bastard."
"I'm calling the police! Don't come any closer!"
"Police? Go ahead. If you can. Do you think I'll just stand still while you go to your desk?"
Shit. What do I do here?
"Oh, and even if I get kicked out of here, I'll spread your home address to all my friends before I go. Wouldn't it be better to just be eaten by me? Instead of being passed around?"
"What are you talking about! Do you think things will go your way?"
Should I just beat her up? Even so, would I lose to a woman? But I had zero fighting experience, and watching about ten mixed martial arts matches was all I had.
"Ah! I don't know!"
I threw a punch as best I could, and the woman dodged it naturally.
"Huh?"
And then she stuck to me.
"Thwack!"
"Argh!"
The woman hit my stomach hard. To be precise, I think it was my liver. With the intense pain, the strength drained from my body.
"Well, well. You're a man and you're throwing punches? Even though I look like this, I was a boxing athlete until middle school!"
The woman threw a punch at me again. It was the same direction as before. I did my best to guard, but I couldn't block it properly and took another critical hit. Now, it felt like my breath was being cut off. My breathing became labored, and my head started to ache.
"Fuck... fuck!!"
As a last resort, I tackled her.
"Crash!"
Wrestling on the bare floor. I stuck to her body as much as possible to prevent her from using strikes.
"What are you doing?"
But the woman easily wrapped her arm around my neck, and a headlock followed.
"Did you think you could win just because you tackled me after I said I did boxing? How cheeky... I can't let this slide. Consider yourself dead."
I couldn't breathe anymore. Just as my consciousness was fading, I heard a voice.
"Miru?"
Kang Hanna? After that, my consciousness cut out.
It was the point where I had returned home after finishing another dog-like first-period class.
"Huh? The door is open?"
For some reason, Baek Miru's door was open.
"Miru?"
I called out loudly, but Miru's voice didn't answer. Instead, I heard the voice of a strange woman.
"Get lost! Unless you want to see something ugly!"
I had a bad feeling. I immediately entered Miru's house.
"What are you doing!"
The scene inside the house was literally a mess. An overturned trash can, and a sandwich discarded on the floor in a ruin. But most shocking of all was that Miru was unconscious, caught in a headlock by a woman.
"What, he lost his strength? Then this becomes easy."
The woman realized Miru had fainted and shoved him to one side.
"What is this. Are you his girlfriend?"
"Is that important? Fuck, what did you do to Miru right now!"
"Ho. So his name was Miru?"
"Ah."
I had accidentally let Miru's name slip.
"So, are you going to try and subdue me?"
"Yeah. You fucking bitch!"
I immediately attached myself to the woman. Then, a takedown.
"Thump!"
"What! Are you an athlete!?"
The delivery person was flustered by the smooth combination.
"Let's see each other at the police station!!!"
Without a moment to rest, I immediately applied an arm-triangle choke.
"Hrrk... huff."
The woman's movements grew smaller and smaller. She tapped, but I didn't release my arms.
"Fuck! Just die! Die!!!"
At some point, the woman's movements stopped.
"Haa... haa."
I quickly checked Miru's condition.
"Phew... thank goodness..."
Thankfully, he was breathing well. I called both 119 and 112.
Everything that followed happened in a flash. The woman who tried to rape me was immediately locked up in a detention center. And it seemed certain she would receive the death penalty. It was a harsh punishment unimaginable in my original world, but in this world where men were extremely rare, sexually assaulting a man was a major crime equivalent to treason. And I spent my time in the hospital receiving the utmost care. It felt good to live in luxury with the money the government gave me. And I heard that Hanna-nuna, who saved me, also received an official commendation from the government and money. Even if she didn't become a judo athlete, it seemed she would definitely become a major crimes detective.
However, there was a big problem.
"No, why are you revealing the victim's face to society?!"
After that incident, my face was plastered on the front page of the newspaper.