TS Reincarnation
TS Reincarnation
This very ordinary and wholesome interest began with an erotic novel I picked up without a second thought during high school.
The genre of that novel was TS—a story about a former man who is reincarnated as a woman and is subjected to various forms of humiliation, eventually succumbing to his feminine nature.
Although it was my first time encountering this genre, I became completely obsessed with the concept of “TS female degradation” right then and there.
A few years later, as he walked down the street, the man—now a college student—found himself thinking.
“Ahhh—I want to do the most manly thing in the world. I want to do ‘TS female degradation,’ something permitted only to men, something only men can do.”
“I want to become a beautiful girl, get captured by villains, shout, ‘I’m a man, so I’ll never lose to a dick!!’—and then suffer a humiliating defeat, admitting, ‘I guess I can’t beat a dick after all.’”
But what he wanted wasn’t the realistic kind of TS where he goes to Thailand to say goodbye to his son—it was the unrealistic kind where he wakes up one morning to find he’s become a woman.
Since something like that could never happen in reality, in the end, he just kept it to himself.
Feeling a sense of unfulfilled longing, the man who had lived an ordinary life was about to end that ordinary life just as it was.
But
as he was crossing the crosswalk, a sudden honk rang out, and everything went dark before his eyes.
Was it luck, or just a coincidence? When he opened his eyes, he had become a newborn baby.
And as a transgender woman, no less.
The world he had been reborn into appeared similar to his previous one on the surface, but it was a fantasy world where monsters called “yokai” appeared out of nowhere, and where exorcists, spiritual power, special abilities, and organizations like the Exorcists’ Association existed.
And the name of the one—or rather, the one she—who had been reborn was “Baek Harang.”
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Baek Harang, age 5
She was aware of her past life.
And inside, she was cheering like crazy.
“A gender-swap reincarnation...! And a world with superpowers!!”
She checked her face in a nearby mirror.
White hair, purple eyes, and—even as a baby—a face that already promised a bright future.
“My name is Korean, and both my parents are ordinary Koreans, so why is my appearance so unusual…? Oh well, whatever!”
She later heard that having special abilities causes changes in hair and eye color.
Plus, from what she overheard, her dad seems to be a pretty famous exorcist.
“So, that means I’m definitely a genius, beautiful young exorcist, right?!”
Then, a little while later, when she turned 7.
Harang has been acting and speaking in a girlish manner so far to avoid being seen as strange by those around her.
“Daddy~ When I grow up, I want to be an exorcist just like Mom and Dad!”
“…Harang, do you really want to be an exorcist?”
“Yes! I want to protect people, too!”
And whether it was because of her talent or because she came from a family of exorcists,
even though he seemed to be hesitating, she was able to get his permission relatively easily.
‘...I was even prepared to lie down on the floor and throw a tantrum like a real kid...’
I don’t know what my special ability is yet. They say you can usually use most of them around the ages of 14 to 16.
Anyway, just wait, my future master!
I’ll become the weakest, most pathetic female ever—one who’s rendered helpless by even the slightest sexual advance!!
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Right in the heart of Seoul
“Squeeeeeek!!”
“Waaah… I don’t want to die…!!”
It’s hard to believe this is happening in broad daylight right in the heart of the city—the surrounding buildings are in ruins and cars are crushed beyond recognition.
Screams of terror from countless people echo through the air.
The reason for those screams was clear. The people were completely surrounded by hordes of monsters.
Monsters with a bizarre appearance, a mix of wolf and human forms.
These are among the creatures known as monsters.
“P-please, save me....!”
They scream, but reality is cruel.
Just because they call for help doesn’t mean someone will come to their rescue like in a comic book—
—“Spatial Slash”
In the blink of an eye, someone appears among the crowd, swings their hand horizontally, and says.
At that very moment, the yokai surrounding them are split into upper and lower halves and vanish into dust.
“…Ah”
“…Ugh…?”
Voices filled with a mix of emotions—relief at being alive, bewilderment at not understanding what had just happened, and more—rise from the crowd.
“Is everyone okay? You can relax now.”
When the people turned their heads, they saw a girl who looked to be a high school student, and they stared at her, momentarily speechless.
She stood about 170 cm tall, with what appeared to be a D-cup bust and an ideal, beautiful figure—curves in all the right places.
Her features were distinct and flawless.
She had neat, short, silky white hair and beautiful amethyst-colored eyes.
A beautiful face that looked even more radiant when she smiled.
And she wore a form-fitting Exorcist Association uniform and a single earring in one ear.
“…Baek… Harang…”
Someone muttered.
And she was currently such a famous figure in this country that everyone present knew who she was.
Baek Harang.
“Youngest Commander,” “No. 1 in Monster Exterminations,” “The Strongest Exorcist”—all of these were nicknames that referred to her.
She was currently the best exorcist in the country—so much so that calling her “perfect in personality, appearance, and combat ability” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
“Alright, everyone, head to a safe place. You’ve all worked really hard.”
That day, Harang’s followers grew even more numerous.
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To put it simply, I’m screwed.
I’ve become way too strong.
At first, I trained relentlessly, dreaming of a humiliating defeat and humiliation. That in itself is fine.
If I’m weak, losing wouldn’t be all that humiliating anyway.
To suffer the most humiliating defeat and be humiliated, the best approach is to get a little stronger first, pour everything you have into the fight, and then be utterly and helplessly crushed.
However, I severely underestimated my own talent.
I trained almost every day without rest, starting at age 7.
By the time I was about 14, I was able to fight on equal footing with my dad using pure martial arts alone.
And when I awakened my special ability—spatial manipulation—at age 16, I became strong enough to overwhelm my dad.
The problem here is that my dad was so strong that he served as the former Commander using only pure hand-to-hand combat and spiritual power, without any special abilities,
and I thought that was just average, so I trained relentlessly to surpass it.
As a result, the combination of my commander-level pure hand-to-hand combat skills and my ridiculously overpowered special ability has made me so strong that I worry there might not be anyone stronger than me on this planet.
On top of that, since becoming a commander, I’ve taken on so many responsibilities that I can’t just lose a fight on a whim.
Yet, deep down, I actually crave total defeat, submission, and becoming a “female slave,” so
so I pick fights with anyone I see—criminals who look a bit shady but seem strong, monsters that abuse women, and so on—and since I win every time, my reputation just keeps growing day by day.
And now, at 20 years old, by the time I came to my senses, I had already become something like the strongest exorcist.