The Revolution Circle's Verdict
My shoulders slumped at Kim Jina's cold words.
“...Is that the official conclusion reached by the Revolution Circle?”
“It is. An absolute majority of the Revolution Circle reached this decision. Vice-Leader Lee Jieun defended you regarding the limits of your mana capacity, and I also found her argument reasonable. However, the Revolution Circle is not an organization that runs solely on my will and the vice-leader’s. We cannot ignore the collective opinion of the entire group. Therefore, we have decided to... expel you. Originally, we would have had to use a dangerous forbidden technique to erase all memories related to us, but... I will not exercise my authority to do so.”
“....”
“Forget us and live an ordinary life.”
“...Ordinary. Ordinary, huh...”
A single teardrop rolled down Kim Jina’s cheek. Lee Jieun, watching her, stepped forward and spoke to me.
“It must be difficult for someone who once held revolutionary ideals and pure convictions. But we cannot continue to harbor a dangerous element bearing a yin-crest within the organization. As someone who was once a member of the Revolution Circle, I believe you will understand our position. Leave. Never come to this place again. To ‘this place,’ that is...”
“...?”
Lee Jieun’s words carried some kind of implication. I sensed something odd and tried to ask, but she was faster. She frowned and sent her voice directly into my mind.
Is this telepathy? Or maybe it’s like the sound transmission from martial arts novels?
"Right now, countless Revolution Circle members are watching and listening to this conversation. Just leave for now. Later, you can come to Sister Jina’s room or my room. Or we’ll come to your room. Hey, stop grinning like an idiot. Act like you’re crying and leave with a tragic, solemn expression. That way, the members who insisted on expelling you won’t change their minds later. Damn it, your acting is terrible. This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you."
I realized this wasn’t a real farewell with Kim Jina, so I almost broke into a stupid grin. Thanks to Lee Jieun’s mental warning, I barely managed to control my expression and acted out the role of a pitiful man abandoned by his organization with heartbreaking sorrow.
I am a delicate woman abandoned by the organization. I am a frail, pitiful woman cast aside by the group. Since this is a gender-reversed world, it makes sense to imitate a woman whose body has been defiled and then discarded. Ugh… I’m a tragic heroine with a heartbreaking backstory.
I left the underground secret passage with the most tearful expression I could muster. The more I immersed myself in the role, the more it felt like real tears might fall.
A delicate, pitiful woman abandoned by some organization. And the reason for her abandonment was that her body had been sullied…
By deliberately thinking sad thoughts while indulging in this delusion, I genuinely started to feel depressed. Oh, so this is how acting works? Is this what other people feel when they perform? Then I had just been mimicking the surface all this time. No wonder it showed so obviously on my face. Aha! I’ve gained enlightenment about acting!
I emerged from the underground passage and returned to the surface. I thought about going back to my room but decided to wait in front of Kim Jina’s door instead. After standing there for a while, I grew tired, so I squatted down, sat on the floor, and waited for her.
It was close to midnight, and the corridor was chilly. I hugged my knees to my chest for warmth. Sitting like this, I really looked like some pathetic boy who had been abandoned somewhere with nowhere to go. If there had been a cardboard box nearby, I would have crawled inside it. And on the outside of the box, I could write “Please take me in” in big letters. That would have been perfect.
I stayed like that until, not long after, Kim Jina and Lee Jieun arrived.
“...Puppy… …Hng… …Our little puppy… …Have you been waiting for me this whole time…?”
“Wow, I told you to look pitiful, but you’re sitting there like a runaway boy with nowhere left to go.”
Both of them spoke as they approached. The moment Kim Jina saw me, her eyes welled with tears and she ran over to hug me tightly. Lee Jieun, seemingly aware that my pitiful act was exaggerated, simply wore an indifferent expression.
“...Is our puppy cold? Let’s go inside and talk. Hng… I’m sorry. I…”
“It’s okay, Sister… Really. The leader of an organization can’t ignore the overwhelming opinion of the majority of its members.”
“...Huueng, our puppy is too kind… The other members should know how good you are…”
Kim Jina opened the door, and we stepped into her room. As I took off my shoes in the entryway, Lee Jieun spoke to her.
“Ah, Sister. You should also register as the owner of this rag’s… I mean, Dojin’s yin-crest.”
“Huh? Yin-crest owner registration? Can I do that too?”
“Yes. The Discipline Department actually did something useful for once. They deliberately left the password and firewall settings unset. You just need to inject mana into it.”
Kim Jina looked at me with sparkling, expectant eyes after taking off her shoes. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I lifted my shirt and exposed my lower abdomen to her. Her pupils seemed to literally turn into hearts as she began kneading my belly. Her touch wasn’t really about registering the yin-crest with mana—it was just a lewd caress, as if she simply wanted to fondle my lower stomach.
I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped at her obscene touch.
“Ahht♥”
“Why is this rag bitch♡ making such a lewd voice again♡”
Lee Jieun scolded me from the side. Even so, she was subtly slipping out of her own clothes with an eager glint in her eyes. After kneading my lower abdomen for a long time, Kim Jina finally injected her mana and completed the user registration on my yin-crest. She examined it thoroughly, figured out what kind of apps were installed on me, and even confirmed that my mana capacity had reached its limit.
“Our puppy really had a pathetic amount of mana… Jieun was right… Honestly, when Jieun first told me about this, I was only half-convinced. I thought you might be completely bewitched by Dojin and lying to me. If even I thought that, I can only imagine what the other members believed.”
“...What? R-really? If even you, Sister, thought that much…”
“Yeah. That’s why your defense during the meeting didn’t carry much weight.”
“...I-I see.”
“You always volunteered for the infiltration-and-rescue missions into the Discipline Department that everyone else opposed. You showed the members just how obsessed you were with Dojin. So rumors spread like wildfire that you were in love with him… And for some reason, after I let him use my lap as a pillow and touch my breasts last time, I ended up becoming the jealous woman between you two.”
“E-ehh…? Y-you, Sister?”
“And the way I forcibly dragged Dojin into my bedroom right in front of you… and the way you glared at him back then was interpreted as you glaring at me… People are prone to misunderstanding. Especially since I kept sticking close to Dojin at the time. So the members thought the murderous glare you gave was aimed at me.”
“...E-ehh…? N-no, that’s not… Why would I glare at you, Sister…”
“That’s why I think the biggest reason Dojin was expelled this time was because of that. They believed the two of us were growing apart because of him. After the shotacon curse, Dojin became an impossibly beautiful person. It’s understandable that the Revolution Circle members would think that way. A handsome, cute boy who ruins countries and organizations. It’s a common trope. It even appears in old idioms.”
A man who ruins a country… So in this world, the gender of the “nation-toppling beauty” isn’t a woman, but a man.
“Anyway, our little puppy…♡ The yin-crest makes you look even lewder…♡ Hehe♡♡”
“...B-but is it really okay for us to meet like this? Honestly, while I was waiting in front of the door, I thought I might actually get kicked out by you, Sister…”
“...Hm? Uung…♡ Our puppy♡ Did you really think something that cute? It’s fine♡ It’s fine♡ This is a private meeting♡”
So publicly he’s no longer a Revolution Circle member, but privately hanging out with members is perfectly fine? Hmm… I still don’t quite get it. But then again, these two are the leader and vice-leader of the Revolution Circle. Since they’re the ones running the organization, they can probably twist any rule to suit them—call it a nose ring if it’s on the nose, an earring if it’s on the ear. The expulsion itself seemed unavoidable because it was the unified opinion of the vast majority of the members.
“...Then what happens to me now? Since I’ve been kicked out of the Revolution Circle, I won’t receive any protection…?”
“Obviously. You’re not a Revolution Circle member anymore. Just spread your legs for Sister and me like you always have. That’s what you were doing anyway, right?”
“...Oh dear, Jieun, the way you talk… Dojin, don’t be too disappointed. We’ll take care of you as much as we can in our personal capacity. And even if Jieun grumbles, don’t hate her too much. She actually defended you fiercely during the meeting.”
“...W-when did I?! …I-I only did it to help you, Sister, because you were defending Dojin…!”