Chapter 11: It’s Just the Males in This Neighborhood Who Are Inferior, Not Me
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 11: It’s Just the Males in This Neighborhood Who Are Inferior, Not Me
I had to endure about five minutes of brain-melting nonsense from the Captain—no, that Captain bitch—about how men should be beaten and how they ought to be handled. Finally, Alicia and I managed to escape the bridge.
“I think it’s low-class for a woman to hit a man.”
“Yes!”
Fortunately, it seemed the Vampire Sister was somewhat progressive. If someone only listens when they’re being beaten, they aren’t a human; they’re a beast. It truly broke my heart to wonder what exactly men in this society had done to deserve such treatment.
I couldn’t understand why a culture that claims males are rare also encourages beating them once every three days, or why they are looked down upon as lowly and inferior.
In a world where the general consensus was that it was better to have children through artificial insemination than to actually marry a man, it felt like society was always ready to sink its teeth into me.
“Men are people too, right? They’ll understand if you just talk to them. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes!”
I wasn’t sure why she was seeking my validation, but the Vampire Sister’s affection level was slowly rising—and not just because she was rich.
“Honestly, women who hit men are just pathetic. Don’t you think so, Yong-hwan?”
“Yes!”
Wait, why does this woman keep asking for my agreement as if she’s looking for confirmation? And from a brat like me, no less?
“Yong-hwan, make sure to avoid women who hit men. Okay?”
“...Yes!”
And why does she keep stealing glances at me?
“Now, what did I say?”
“Meet a woman like Alicia!”
“That’s right…! No, no. That’s not it… I mean, meet a woman who respects men as human beings. Of course, men have to work hard to be treated as such, too. You have to exercise and cultivate your mind.”
I wondered where that thick scent of a simp was coming from; this lady was totally hitting on me.
“I’ll exercise hard and read lots of books to become a cool man!”
“Aww, our Yong-hwan is so smart! Just keep growing up exactly like this!”
Alicia pulled me into a rough embrace. I wasn’t usually a fan of the slender type, but seeing her magnificent hips made me think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It seemed the Vampire Sister’s "operation" was proceeding successfully.
Taking the first floor as the base—the one with the swimming pool and the transparent floor—the second through fourth floors were clothing stores. The fifth and sixth floors housed accessory shops, and the seventh through tenth floors were filled with restaurants.
Unlike the usual stiff and stingy atmosphere where employees are confined to their assigned spaces, the "Magnificent Master" (self-proclaimed) allowed them to move freely between the first ten floors to enjoy leisure time, provided they could respond immediately when a customer arrived. Apparently, everyone was quite satisfied with this arrangement.
I heard there were living quarters and recreational facilities in areas we couldn't see, and I wanted to take a look. However, I didn't want to upset the chaebol sister who was so eager to show off the ship's grandeur, so I planned to ask for a tour later if the opportunity arose.
Anyway, from the 11th floor up, the space was reserved for guests. There were two of "each" facility: opera houses, movie theaters, and various sports courts. The living spaces continued up to the 18th floor.
From the 19th floor, there was another swimming pool where the wind passing the airship was drastically reduced using magitech, making it feel pleasant. There was also something called "air surfing," a massive three-story wind tunnel-like facility, and a bunch of other mysterious things I’d never heard of.
The sheer absurdity of this wealth gap filled me with a mix of sadness and pain. The male within me, which had begun to feel emasculated, started to breathe again. It began to whisper that I needed to thoroughly punish this Vampire Sister who was bragging—no, who was flaunting her privilege.
Even without a detailed tour, just a quick look around took quite a bit of time. When Alicia guided me back to the room where my mom and sister were, I found my mother standing there with water dripping from her hair.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yeah! I like Alicia!”
I hugged my mother, who was loosely wrapped in a bathrobe. She might not be able to beat a King Milk Cow, but her breasts, filled with genuine maternal love, always welcomed me warmly. Their beautiful color even made the unicorn inside me happy.
“I haven't dried my hair yet, so this is perfect. I didn't expect Yong-hwan to be back so early… I’ll have to wash again. Yong-hwan, let’s get your clothes off!”
I was used to bathing with my mom, so I raised my arms without a second thought.
“I-I’ll do it…!”
That was, until the Vampire Sister spoke up.
“I need to wash up anyway, so we can just go together. My room is right next door, too. Just give me his underwear.”
“Oh, sure. Can you do that?”
My mother made the suggestion without any suspicion.
The Vampire Sister nodded lightly and took my hand again.
“Come on, let’s go wash up, okay?”
The corners of her mouth were turned up high. I wondered if this was really okay, but even in a Chastity Reversal World, surely she wouldn't do anything to a kid… though, considering what my mentor had done, I felt a slight sense of crisis.
I held onto the belief that she wouldn't do that to her friend’s son.
“My god… for a kid, what is this size…”
Until she stood there, mouth agape, staring at the thick lump of flesh hanging between my legs.
I didn't know if it was because she lacked experience with men, but based on the memories of my past life, this wasn't even that big. I couldn't understand why she was so stunned.
Granted, it was very large for something attached to a child, but it wasn't enough to warrant that kind of reaction.
I could understand her being overwhelmed once I hit my real growth spurt and it got 1.5 to 2 times bigger, but for now?
However, seeing those arrogant, confident red eyes trembling so much felt quite cute. And as a certain piece of "common sense" occurred to me, I realized I could reign as the predator in this situation.
And that was…
“Sister! Wash my wiener!”
My finishing move. Every day, my mother would use her slender, jade-like hands to pull back the skin and clean the inside. My sense of shame had long since passed its breaking point and reached the "Peak of Hilarity," to the point where I was just waiting to see how long she’d keep doing it.
But if it wasn't my mother, but a sister I had no relation to, there was no need for guilt or the Peak of Hilarity.
“N-No…”
“Sister?”
Seeing her look so intimidated suddenly made the blood start pumping.
“Hiek?! It… it’s getting even bigger…?”
As I took a step closer, the wealthy Vampire Sister, who smelled like a wicked simp, took a step back. It felt as though the long-suppressed desires of all the oppressed and ignored males in this world were fueling me. I was relentless.
“Aren’t you going to wash it?”
I gave her a bright smile and thrust my tensed-up sausage toward the terrified Vampire Sister.
“I-I’ll wash it… Just… can you tell me how to do it?”
“Yeah! First, just grab the skin lightly and pull it back!”
Her eyes were trembling wildly, and her breathing was ragged. I couldn't help but feel disappointed every time I saw the women of this world, who seemed hardwired to go into heat even for a young boy—no, even for a toddler.
“Ugh… why am I feeling this way toward a kid?”
With a groan and a face that looked like she was about to cry, the Vampire Sister grabbed the shaft and slowly began to pull it toward the base.
“Is there any dirt or dust?”
“It… it’s clean…”
“Then just rinse it with water and soap it up!”
I could see her white teeth behind her clenched lips. I didn't know if she was frustrated or embarrassed, but for a chaebol sister who had been flaunting her capitalism, this was only fair treatment.
As a member of the proletariat, I couldn't forgive her.
“This… why is it so big… for a brat…”
“Is my wiener really big?”
“...Yes! It’s huge!”
I had no idea what the standard was, so I was just curious if it was really enough to make her this upset.
“No, what kind of 'wiener' is this… this is a total… dick.”
One thing was for sure: it was as big as an adult’s, if not bigger. When my sister said my "wiener was super big," I thought she was just joking, but it turned out to be true.
“Do you like my dick?”
“N-No! Who would like something belonging to a brat like you!”
At the Vampire Sister’s irritable response, I "accidentally" slapped her cheek with my meat club.
Slap!
“Hiek?! Just now…!”
“Oh, Sister, are you okay? You yelled, so I got startled…”
“Ugh… No, it’s fine. Sorry for yelling.”
Watching the Vampire Sister, who didn't know how to act or react, this damn world was starting to look a little easier to navigate.
Alicia, who had slumped down and was stroking her cheek repeatedly, tried to say something but shut her mouth again after seeing my "cargo."
In a world filled with misandry and female supremacy, where one is ignored and oppressed simply for being a different gender, I felt like I had finally found the way to survive.
“Wash it!”
I thrust the frankfurter right in front of the Vampire Sister’s nose.
“I-I get it, so… m-move it… that… Hiek?!”
Sla-ap!
Alicia let out a shrill scream as the symbol of manhood—of the male—smacked her cheek once more.
“Sorry, Alicia. I slipped!”
I smiled as if it truly were a mistake, looking down at the Vampire Sister who was starting to look like an easy target.
Looking up at me with teary eyes while clutching her cheek…
She was quite cute.