Ep.1 - Scheduled to Get Fucked Like a Dog (1)

"..."

Consciousness returned naturally. As if I'd fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep, waking felt sweeter and more refreshing than ever.

"Haaam..."

My body felt incredibly light, too—so light I could hardly believe it. With this kind of energy, even on a Monday morning, I could rush straight to work or school.

Wasn't this a truly perfect morning?

Through my closed eyelids, I felt sunlight; a cool breeze blew,

"Byubeut~ Bubyubeut~"

A lovely birdcall brushed my ears...

"...?"

Wait.

It might have been a sparrow or a pigeon, but a strange, unfamiliar birdcall I'd never heard before suddenly filled me with unease.

What kind of bird went "Byubyubeut~"?

Once that unease started to bloom, it made me doubt every sensation that reached me—

The pillow I'd laid my head on, which had been as soft as a god, now felt just like grass.

The breeze from the electric fan felt like a forest wind.

The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lightness of my body, which had felt so comfortable, now felt exactly like being stark naked with all my clothes off!

"Huh?"

Fuck, what was this?

The place I opened my eyes to was not my cramped five-pyeong studio apartment, but a strange forest where some round, chubby birds were fluttering about on tiny wings.

"What! What the—!"

I'd never been one to talk to myself much, but in my panic, all sorts of mutterings burst out. I'd definitely fallen asleep in my studio apartment, and now I'd opened my eyes to find myself abandoned naked in a forest?

I scrambled to my feet and looked around. This was no time to worry about catching tsutsugamushi disease or itai-itai disease from lying in the grass. Huh? Wasn't itai-itai disease caught from something other than grass?

Anyway, I frantically ran around searching for my clothes. But all I could see around me was thick grass.

If this were a hidden-camera prank, they'd have put in considerable effort, so I'd have to give a fantastic reaction.

But for that to be the case, my stark naked body without a single piece of underwear was a problem—these days, any broadcasting station pulling such an absurd human rights violation would lose their heads, so this didn't seem like a hidden-camera setup. That was my own logical deduction.

"Byubeut~ Byubyubeut~"

The round birds flying through the air one by one had a bizarre shape I'd never seen in my life.

It seemed more accurate to call them round clumps of cotton than birds. I couldn't understand how they could fly looking like that.

But there was no time to gaze at them in awe. The current situation was extremely dangerous, after all.

A forest! I'd woken up alone in the middle of a forest! How could that not be dangerous?

But suddenly, one thought flashed through my mind. Accepting the sudden change in environment finally brought a realization.

'Fuck. This was an isekai reincarnation. One hundred percent an isekai reincarnation! No, not reincarnation—transference?'

Yes. Wasn't this the isekai reincarnation I'd heard about everywhere!

There was no need to foolishly debate whether it was reincarnation or transference. What mattered now was that I had been thrown into an entirely new environment, and the first thing to do in such a situation was obvious—so I had to get that done right away.

'Alright, status window!'

...

There was no status window. Fuck.

Every time I'd seen a status window before, I'd thought, "Why not just write more story instead of this crap?" So I had it coming. But now that I'd been dumped all alone in a new world, I found myself wishing that even a shoddy status window would show up.

'It was fine. It was fine... So there was no status window; that meant it wasn't a game fantasy. Still, when you came to another world, there definitely was some kind of perk; I just had to find it.'

Though sometimes you could get sent somewhere without any abilities, in a completely irresponsible, dog-shit manner,

There was no way I'd suffer such a terrible tragedy... I thought, and I examined my body as fast as I could.

Weren't there cases where markings on your body helped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you overcome the dangers of another world?

'Just as I thought!'

Sure enough, a very special pattern was engraved near my wrist. The moment I hurriedly examined it to figure out how to use it—

'Ah. I remember now.'

Memories came flooding back.

Yesterday, as usual, I'd read novels on Novelpia.

Then I'd read one novel. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠It was some yandere novel.

I'd always had a vague aversion to the regret-obsession-ruin trio and the yandere tag, but I figured I'd try a tiny taste—just a "dip" to understand their culture a little.

But the one I'd picked wasn't just a light, fashionable yandere-type novel. If only I'd read the comments left by the early readers on chapter 1, surely nothing would have happened.

'Fuck! What the hell kind of shitty novel was this!'

From my perspective, it was an absolutely incomprehensible novel.

I mean, it was only natural for a man to take the lead with a woman, but in that novel, they beat up the male lead and actually fucked him! A woman! How could a woman do that!

Still, I held back and kept my mouth shut, holding onto the vague belief that the author must have his own thoughts and philosophy...!!

With the belief that one day he'd educate the heroines with his jooji and make them all kneel and get fucked...!!

'Fuck!'

But that novel ended with him getting fucked senseless all the way to the end. Hell, he even stabbed both his own legs to cripple himself and declared total submission before it was over.

I couldn't hold back my anger, so I'd left a long comment for the author.

[After staying up all night reading, I'm leaving a comment. This is a truly goddamn trash novel. I want to beat the heroines to death, and the male lead just gets pushed around pathetically. The writing is decent, but that's all. It's unpleasant the entire time. It's a disgusting novel that blatantly exposes the perverted author's values by forcing the guy to get fucked. So to anyone planning to read it—be warned. Leave. Don't read it. You'll get hurt.]

It was my own brand of justice. Just a warning sign for readers like me whose hearts would be hurt by reading that novel.

But then a reply came right away.

[I'm sorry. It seems my novel was lacking and gave you, the reader, an unpleasant experience.]

So I became very weak-hearted. Suddenly it dawned on me that the author had just wanted to write according to his own tastes, and I might have hurt him by getting too worked up.

So I posted another comment.

[I'm sorry too. I think I got too worked up and left that comment.]

The author replied again.

[No, not at all. Next time I'll try to write a better novel, so I hope it suits your taste. It's a gender-reversed novel, where the protagonist uses a Save&Load ability to wander around and escape a gender-reversed fantasy world.]

After seeing that reply, I couldn't stay silent.

In the end, that author had a firm...

...a firm taste for [getting fucked by women]. He was clearly that kind of person.

I was truly sorry for leaving that angry comment, but I didn't leave any more comments.

Because I felt that no matter what we said, we would never understand each other.

And so I fell asleep.

And this was the result.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! That dogshit son of a bitch!"

I had no idea how, but it was clear that I'd been sucked into that perverted author's novel.

The words [Save&Load] engraved on my wrist made it goddamn certain. I had entered that pervert's novel.

'Wait. He definitely said... next novel, right? Then he hadn't even started writing it yet?'

A sudden doubt crossed my mind, but I had no time to waste.

I definitely remembered the plot he'd described in his comment, which clearly said [gender-reversed fantasy world].

A gender-reversed world meant female superiority and male inferiority—a world where women were stronger and more capable, going around seducing men.

I remembered hurling vicious insults at anyone who mentioned such gender-reversal stories in novel communities and elsewhere, but now I had to devise a way to survive based on what they had said.

'Fuck...'

And if it was a smutty gender-reversal story from Novelpia, the plot would be that the male lead gets fucking railed by every neighborhood woman just by walking around!

I had to cover up my goddamn body with anything and run. But where to?

"Hoo..."

First, I clutched my head to cool my overheated brain. I couldn't think straight when I was worked up.

But the sight of my arm only made me more agitated.

"...Ah, fuck."

The weight training I'd started as soon as I entered college.

My burly body, built up from that weight training, was gone without a trace. All I had now were scrawny, soft, child-like forearms!

I'd already heard so many ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠times that I looked like a girl, so I'd worked insanely hard, and now it had all turned to foam—rage bubbled up inside me.

"You dogshit bastard!!"

I couldn't help but spit it out. I didn't know if he could hear, but I'd find a way back to my original world and cut that bastard's throat.

But it wasn't the author who heard that voice.

"Huh? What's that?"

Some bandit woman, awkwardly clutching her pants as she walked,

A bandit woman who'd apparently just finished taking a piss had overheard!