Transmigrated Into a Gender-Reversed Hunter Eroge

I’d recently been hearing a lot of buzz among fellow degenerates about a new eroge. Its title was Male-Female Reversal World: Hero Hunter, a gender-reversed hunter-themed adult game. The developers had taken two wildly different ingredients—gender role reversal and the hunter genre—and mixed them into something surprisingly harmonious. The reviews were nothing short of ecstatic. People were calling it the ultimate “bibimbap of the century,” perfectly blended and seasoned. So, naturally, I decided to give it a try.

“Alright. Installation complete. Time to start.”

I skimmed through character creation and hit the start button. That was when something flashed from the sky straight through my house. My entire body felt like it was burning alive.

“Lightning…?”

Then I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, I was in an entirely new world.

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed inside an unfamiliar room. At first I panicked, but after calmly observing my surroundings and gathering information, I realized the truth: I had entered the gender-reversed hunter eroge world I’d just launched.

The place I was currently in was a neat, single-person dormitory room at the National Hunter Academy. The room size—about 760 square feet—and the facilities were surprisingly decent. Probably because the institution received massive state funding.

“Holy shit. This is amazing.”

I had gone from a forty-year-old man to a fresh twenty-year-old. A fascinating setting where gender roles were completely flipped. And above all else, the infinite growth potential offered by the stats system and its bonuses.

“It’s a little painful to think about the eighty million won I had saved in my bank account, but aside from that… this is pure jackpot.”

My parents were dead. No siblings. No wife. No girlfriend. Obviously no children. All my close friends had died in an accident. I didn’t have a single shred of lingering attachment to my old world. If there was anything I regretted, it was only the money I’d saved up.

As someone from a modest background, I had lived frugally, never indulging in luxuries or showing off. If I’d known this would happen, I would have blown it all on wild spending. Still, I didn’t feel that terrible about it. Money could always be earned again, but twenty years of youth was something no amount of cash could buy back.

After organizing my thoughts, I pulled up my current status window.

Before starting the game, I had dumped all sixty bonus points I received into the sexual stats. In other words, I had gone all-in on what players called the “back stats”—Charm, Height, Body, Appearance, Dick, and Sexual Stamina.

That left the “front stats”—the six basic hunter abilities—in absolute shambles. Even though I was technically an Awakened and had been accepted into the Hunter Academy, my stats were actually lower than the average civilian.

For reference, the average civilian (female, due to the gender reversal) sat around F in front stats. Someone who exercised regularly might reach F+, and people who had trained professionally in martial arts or combat could hit E-.

“But who the hell invests in those stats in an eroge? Unless you’re some dried-up veteran with nothing better to do.”

This game was packed with hunter elements and had excellent content, but at its core, it was still an eroge. So I hadn’t invested a single point into the basic stats. Even now, having actually entered this world, I didn’t particularly regret it.

“If I had spread the points evenly, I would’ve only been able to put five into each back stat. That would’ve left everything at E+. The average for back stats—excluding Dick and Sexual Stamina—is C. Front stats average F for civilians, but back stats apply equally to both hunters and civilians. So excluding Dick and Sexual Stamina, the average is C across the board. But E+ would mean below-average looks and height… In an eroge? No way. At the very least, I needed to hit the baseline.”

Of course, if I had known I would actually be sucked into the game, I might have agonized over it a little more. But I hadn’t known. And even thinking about it again, I probably still would have gone all-in on the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back stats.

“This game doesn’t have levels. Instead, you raise your stat points and hope to obtain good traits, skills, and items. There are two main ways to earn stat points: fighting as a hunter, or having sex like a proper eroge protagonist. Which route am I picking? Obviously the ‘fuck like a storm and breed everything that moves’ route.”

Even though I had entered a hunter world, I had zero intention of struggling through monster hunts or chasing down villains. In a gender-reversed world where women went into heat at the mere sight of a spread pair of legs, why would I bother?

I opened the quest window. Both routes were laid out nakedly before me.

The top three were obviously the hunter route. The bottom three were unmistakably the sex route. Since these were still tutorial-style quests, they felt easy and like proper buildup.

“For now, the top ones are easy too, so I should knock out a few while I’m at it.”

Having completely organized my thoughts, I decided to attend tomorrow’s entrance ceremony at the National Hunter Academy. I fell asleep looking forward to the next day.

The next morning, I had a wet dream for the first time in ages. Maybe because my body was now twenty years old—my dick was incredibly energetic. Of course, the soaked underwear felt disgusting.

“Ugh, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fuck. Washing it by hand is such a pain. I’ll just toss it with the rest of the laundry and drop it off at the dormitory laundry room.”

The dormitory here provided various benefits for academy students. One of them was a laundry service so students could focus on classes and training. Students could use the personal washer in their rooms if they wanted, but if they were lazy, they could just hand everything over to the dormitory laundry room. The helpers would wash it and even deliver it back to your room.

I decided to just hand it in. When there’s a system this convenient, you use it. Why the hell would I wash my own clothes?

In this world, men apparently felt too embarrassed to send their underwear out and washed it themselves. I, however, was going to send mine. They even said the professionals would iron everything perfectly.

I took off my underwear, tossed it into the corner of the room, and took a shower. Since no one was watching, I felt no shame. The entrance ceremony was scheduled for 10 a.m., and it was only 8 a.m. now, so I took my time.

After a refreshing shower, I headed to the academy cafeteria for breakfast. Naturally, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it was a luxurious buffet.

“The shower facilities were insanely good too. They really went all out with the budget here. Must be getting a ton of subsidies.”

According to the world setting, the National Hunter Academy received full support from both the government and major corporations. After all, hunters were humanity’s shield and sword, protecting people from monsters and villains.

“Whoa. Lobster, lamb chops, Korean beef charcoal-grilled ribs… They said breakfast only has one-third the usual variety, but this is one-third?”

A notice at the entrance had said that because it was breakfast, they only offered one-third of the usual buffet selection. Lunch offered two-thirds, and dinner was a full-course feast with everything available. Looking at the other students’ trays, very few were eating lobster or lamb chops in the morning. Most seemed to be having light meals centered around soup or stew.

Not many people had the same wide-eyed reaction to the food as I did. Especially among the guys—there wasn’t a single one.

“All the guys are just nibbling away at salads… Ugh. They even eat so delicately, like women. It looks so damn gay. Disgusting. I’ll show them what a real man eats.”

Instead of heading to the corner where the men were gathered in small groups, I plopped myself down right in the middle of the cafeteria and began tearing into lobster and meat without restraint.

Immediately, everyone’s eyes turned toward me.

“There are so few men that I really stand out…”

At the nation’s only National Hunter Academy, the gender ratio was extremely skewed. For every twenty women, there was roughly one man. That was inevitable. In this world, mana was exclusively a woman’s domain. The ratio of people blessed with mana awakening was twenty women for every one man. And even then, the skill gap was enormous.

The unique energy source called mana settled well in the womb, but for men it acted as a powerful toxin throughout the body. It especially shrank the testicles and made the penis small and flaccid. As a result, most men suffered from erectile dysfunction, weakened ejaculation, drastically reduced male hormones, and a massive drop in sex drive. On the other hand, it made women stronger, increased their mana control, and—aside from a slight side effect of dramatically heightened sexual desire—worked very positively.

In short, the positions of men and women had been completely reversed. That was why the game’s setting was “gender reversal.”

The president was a woman. The prime minister was a woman. Most members of parliament were women. The majority of society’s leadership positions were held by women. Children took their mother’s surname. All the social status that men once held now belonged to women. Conversely, most sex crimes were committed by women. Most violent crimes were committed by women. Women went to the military. Women usually paid on dates. A world where the positions of men and women had been entirely flipped.

According to the game company, they had also appropriately distributed the risks and suffering that came with gender reversal. A prime example was the burden of pregnancy.

This world was truly fucked up. In the world I came from, women bore the risks of pregnancy. Here, it was men who bore the burden. Not that men got pregnant themselves—women still carried the child—but the pain, discomfort, and side effects were transferred to the man who had inseminated her.

This happened because a mana link formed between the couple the moment pregnancy occurred. Any discomfort or pain the woman would feel was instead taken on by the man through the pregnancy mana link. Even the pain and danger of miscarriage or childbirth had to be endured by the man. This was an immutable law of the world—even an SSS-rank Awakened couldn’t escape it.

That was why most men were extremely reluctant to impregnate anyone. Women, on the other hand, had no such qualms since they didn’t have to suffer the consequences. Whether due to mana’s influence or cultural shifts, paternal love had grown stronger than maternal love. Additionally, society expected the man to take full responsibility for raising the child.

Of course, joint parenting and women raising children were becoming more common these days, but still.

“But the player character—the protagonist—is a special existence who is exempt from that rule… He doesn’t share the pain. Not that the woman does either. It’s like the burden and discomfort just float in the air, unresolved?”

Responsibility-free pleasure. It was one of the special privileges the game developers had given the player character. Honestly, who would play an eroge where getting someone pregnant meant the man had to suffer the pain? The protagonist had to be exempt from that rule for it to be truly enjoyable.

Anyway, while thinking about all this, I diligently tore into the Korean beef marinated charcoal-grilled ribs.

“Oh man, this is delicious. The menu board said all the meat is 1++ grade or prime grade, the highest quality… It really is. The soy sauce marinade on the meat is fantastic too.”

I had already emptied my tray three times. The female students sitting near me kept staring at me with curious eyes. Now they were openly gawking.

“This Korean beef marinated charcoal-grilled rib is fucking delicious…”