Women's Ranks (4)
Women's Ranks (4)
Fucking bitch... no, not that.
The woman called Kwon Hee-soo just stared blankly at the handshake I offered her.
It was as if she was protesting, You greet me, but I won't accept it.
'Ah, this type...?'
It didn't particularly bother me.
Because I'd already 'Insight'-ed her.
A guy like me picks up on physiognomy without even studying it.
'Girls can do anything, huh.'
Pride in her own gender oozed from every inch of her face.
Undeniable hostility toward the opposite sex.
An irritating sense of superiority.
Her body, clearly well-trained, looked rock-solid.
Especially under her bra top, her abs were sleek and fat-free.
Not the 11-shaped abs like some female idol.
But the sharp 王 shape of a real fighter.
Her skin had a glossy, dark sheen, unlike any future women I'd seen so far (though that's just Ging Rina, Uriel... and the researchers), making her seem from a totally different breed.
Come to think of it, the women behind her also screamed physical types.
Staring at us with mocking looks.
They varied in intensity, but they all looked like they'd pumped some serious iron.
Ah, and their muscle mass was subtly different too.
To the point where Kwon Hee-soo seemed average...
Some women had bulked up so much it was hard to even think of them as women.
They didn't seem to care about appearances, with pimples dotting their faces.
Even I, who could easily handle a 100kg fatty, couldn't see them as women.
I wouldn't say it outright, but it'd probably take at least a bottle of vodka.
Turning my gaze back, Kwon Hee-soo, chin slightly raised in smug triumph, actually felt kinda cute.
In fact, even including those rock-hard abs, she was pretty attractive.
If you ignored her slightly unkempt bob haircut from lack of styling.
Kwon Hee-soo was the type who didn't care about looking pretty.
'Familiar vibe...'
She was straight out of my era—the kind of woman I saw all the time.
The so-called feminist.
The active ones who loved CrossFit, hit the gym religiously, and were super ambitious.
Their special trait? Believing they could beat men.
But even in fighting or sports, the gender gap is insurmountable...
Sadly, this woman didn't even seem wary of my size.
She'd probably only dealt with guys who couldn't handle a 5kg pressure device back there.
"......"
I kept my hand extended, staring right at Kwon Hee-soo.
"......"
She seemed to expect I'd get embarrassed and pull back.
When I didn't react, her face lost a bit of its amusement, and she puffed out her chest even more, bra top and all.
Not on par with Rina or Ju-hee-ssi, but still pretty perky and full.
Impressive, considering the compression from the top.
'Wanna give it a shot?'
That's what it felt like she was saying.
A battle of wills, huh.
But regretfully, I was hoping for something else.
'Oh... it's getting close?'
With our subtle standoff, my handshake was about to brush her abs.
'Just a bit more, just a little...'
In the midst of this tense-not-tense deadlock, Choi Ju-hee intervened with a troubled look.
"Hah, haha... Doyun-ssi, let's wrap up the greetings and head to the experiment, shall we? Hee-soo-ssi, you can go back to your workout. There's no joint training scheduled between you two..."
"I haven't gotten my greeting yet."
I said it to Kwon Hee-soo as she snorted and turned away.
"What?"
What? Casual speech, you punk.
I retorted inwardly, then calmly continued.
"Has shaking hands gone out of style in the future? You haven't accepted it yet. Kwon Hee-soo-ssi?"
"A handshake?"
Kwon Hee-soo furrowed her brow like I'd lost my mind, then strode right up to me.
Trying to intimidate with a fierce glare.
Too bad it wasn't scary at all.
Though her 'big sisters' in the back were a bit intimidating.
Maybe because of all the muscle, their larger frames came with skimpy chests as they glared at us.
Meanwhile, I had backup behind me too.
Well, not exactly my backup.
A gender showdown setup.
The future Egen-nam had quietly stepped down from the pressure devices to watch our standoff.
For some reason, they were trembling.
...Just fuck off, would ya.
They're not watching to take my side anyway.
"A man, daring to demand a woman's handshake?"
Since she asked, I answered.
"Yeah, handshake."
"Don't copy me."
"Handshaaaake."
"......"
Kwon Hee-soo twisted her face.
Nice impact.
She soon snorted, then grabbed my hand aggressively.
Surprisingly—or maybe as expected—her palm had some calluses.
Just like I'd guessed from her love of pull-up bars or weightlifting.
Truth be told, I'd had a fuckbuddy of the girls-can-do-anything type before.
Long story...
But bottom line, I knew how to handle them.
For women who look down on men, nothing beats showing overwhelming masculinity.
Step by step.
Oblivious to my thoughts, Kwon Hee-soo gripped harder.
A willpower contest.
This type loves dragging these out forever.
'Still acting superior?'
As if saying that, she scrutinized my expression closely.
But too bad, it didn't hurt enough for a girly squeal.
Her hand wasn't even that big to begin with, despite her attitude.
It couldn't fully wrap mine, more like sinking softly in, yet she was trying to front.
"......"
She put on a straight face and squeezed with all her might, but when I didn't budge, she looked a tad flustered.
Time to return the favor?
I tightened my grip just enough not to show on my face.
As the pressure ramped up, her facial muscles twitched.
She soon scowled, then irritably shook off my arm.
"Ugh, we shook hands, happy? Let go. Pulling all these stunts just to touch a woman's hand."
"Huh?"
"Piss off."
"Hee-soo-nim~ You can't do that. Don't be like that. Come on, Doyun-ssi, let's go."
Choi Ju-hee jumped in, grabbing my arm and back to turn me around.
Seemed like she was more focused on placating me.
Kwon Hee-soo felt like an uncomfortable presence to Choi Ju-hee, and it showed.
"Hee-soo-nim, as you can see, Doyun-ssi is a Primitive Male unearthed from a 400-year-old Cryogenic Device. Treating him like modern men isn't good, and it's prohibited by our Bio Center."
Still, she did her duty.
"So please... watch your... behavior. Or else... I'll have to tell the Chief Researcher?"
"Hmph. It's still a man. Dirty, filthy, weak, and annoying!"
Kwon Hee-soo pulled back the hand she'd shaken with mine and rubbed it with the other.
Must've hurt pretty bad.
She tried to play it cool but couldn't hide her disgust.
"Come on, let's go~"
Choi Ju-hee whispered soothingly, like she was coaxing me.
We entered the men's area, opposite the women, where guys were struggling with pressure devices.
They'd been sneaking peeks at my standoff with Kwon Hee-soo, but scattered hurriedly when we approached.
With their grunts and groans as background, Choi Ju-hee explained the experiment.
"First, we need to measure your baseline. See how much resistance you can handle."
"......"
"If Doyun-ssi can max out at around 10kg on the pressure device, then for our experimental male subjects, post-treatment, we'd aim for 80% of that—8kg—through ongoing training and tests..."
Suddenly, Choi Ju-hee stopped, stood on tiptoes, and waved her hand in front of my face.
"Hey~?"
"Yes?"
"If you don't focus, it'll be a problem. You could get hurt."
Even as she said it, she seemed to know what had my attention.
"Must be distracted by Hee-soo-nim, huh, Doyun-ssi. Can't take your eyes off her."
"Not smitten or anything."
"Pfft, yeah, right. Not with her being so scary..."
As she spoke, Choi Ju-hee hugged her ample chest and shuddered dramatically.
Cute.
But regrettably, her guess was off.
This body—Kang Do-yoon—honestly preferred women who stirred up conquest urges.
No, I believed most women had their own charms.
So yeah, Kwon Hee-soo had piqued my interest.
I wasn't staring because she scared me or out of revenge.
Choi Ju-hee just hated conflict, so that's how she saw it.
She pursed her lips and quivered them, then said to me.
"Whew, alright. If you're curious or have hang-ups, ask away. This ajumma will listen. By the way, ajumma means mom, and it's a super honorable nickname?"
Back in the day, lots of people hated being called ajumma, but things were different here.
I hummed thoughtfully for a sec, then asked.
"Is that Kwon Hee-soo woman a 'Strong Class'?"
Choi Ju-hee widened her eyes—turquoise like Rina's—behind her round glasses.
"Whoa— you know about Female Classes too? Impressive! Primitive Males are smart after all~! I heard they were violent and dumb. Heh, this ajumma's honestly shocked."
True to her classic creampie pregnancy... natural birth creds, Choi Ju-hee flashed a mother's warm smile, placed her hand on my head, and ruffled my hair wildly.
"Such a smart kid."
Ahh, this feels great.
'Ajumma~ I love it so much~♪ Can't get enough~♫♩'
Women who own up to being ajumma honestly? Surprisingly hot, and most don't get it.
Especially ones like Choi Ju-hee, with those droopy eyes.
Makes the 'glamorous (important!)' type look adorably dumb.
That innocent cuteness was her charm.
Oblivious to my lecherous inner thoughts, Choi Ju-hee continued her explanation.
Well, before explaining, she turned the tables with a question.
"Hmm, where to start... Ah! Why don't you tell me what you already know first?"
"You mean the classes that make up women's society now?"
"That's exactly what this ajumma's talking about!"
Choi Ju-hee beamed.