Dormitory Assignment

The administrative office echoed with the sharp, furious shouts of a staff member. It was currently 7:25 PM. I sat at a desk, enduring her scolding while filling out various forms from scratch.

......I had prepared everything in advance, but those damn bitches left me no chance to grab the bag containing my documents. So here I was, rewriting every single admission form for the past twenty minutes.

The female staff member's expression was downright terrifying.

"Do you even realize you were supposed to stand on the podium during the entrance ceremony and share your thoughts as a new student?!"

News to me.

"S...sorry..."

"Do you have any idea how many people I had to deal with because of you?!!!"

Honestly, I was starting to think it was a blessing I hadn't gone. The mere thought of standing up there trying to come up with something to say made my skin crawl.

"Tsk... I can't even go home. This is so damn annoying..."

The staff member clicked her tongue, her entire body radiating irritation. I could understand being pissed about missing her commute home, but it wasn't like I had chosen to skip the damn ceremony! It was all because of those two crazy bitches. Goddammit...

"P-please... don't be too hard on him..."

Senka stood awkwardly beside me, trying her best to shield me from the worst of it.

"Ughhhhhh... seriouslyyyy..."

It didn't seem to have much effect. I desperately wanted to explain that I'd been through hell at the hands of those psychos, but that would only drag things out. Besides, there was no guarantee she'd believe me. I didn't have any evidence, and who could've predicted I'd run into the worst of the worst the moment I arrived here?

My clothes were in tatters, my body felt disgusting, my stomach was empty, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to rest as soon as possible.

Still... shouldn't I report those two? They seemed to hold pretty high positions, though. Would complaining even do anything? What if I ended up being labeled the seducer instead? Everything about this situation was completely fucked...

I wanted to cry.

"Hurry up and write!"

"I-I'm writing..."

The staff member kept hounding me. Could she ease up just a little? Even while she was yelling, I could feel her eyes constantly darting over my face and body, drinking in every detail. ......It was clear my appearance was drawing serious attention. Was that a good thing? Or a bad one?

.........I was beginning to realize that my upgraded looks from the previous world wouldn't exactly help me live safely without any incidents.

"I-I'm done..."

She snatched the papers from me like a hawk seizing prey. She flipped through them rapidly, checking for any mistakes. After about a minute of inspection, she let out a long sigh.

"Haaaa... Fine, it's acceptable. As I mentioned earlier, you're in Class C... and as explained before, you'll need to register for classes right away..."

She reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out a small note, checking something.

"......The initial dormitory password is 1111, so change it later if you want..."

What the hell? Even if it was the default code, why would she say it out loud right in front of me?!

She slid two small plastic cards across the desk with one hand.

"This is your student ID and the keycard for the dormitory entrance. Keep them safe..."

"Huh?!"

When I reached out to take the cards, she let go before I could properly grip them. They clattered pathetically to the floor.

The keycard and student ID lay there, making a small, sad sound as they settled. You bitch... Though to be fair, if I'd been chewed out by my boss and forced to stay late, I'd probably be this pissed off too.

"I'm leaving now, so get out quickly."

"Yes ma'am..."

Senka bent down and picked up the two plastic cards from the floor.

"Here you go!"

"Thank you..."

It was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a small thing, but she really seemed like a good person. ......If only every woman in the world were like Senka...

"I said get out already?!"

"Y-yes, I'm going..."

Just how angry was she? It was starting to piss me off too.

...

Fortunately, the building with the administrative office wasn't too far from my dormitory. Though walking twenty minutes did make it feel somewhat distant. For a ridiculously huge campus, it was actually pretty close.

".....It's raining again..."

"Yeah... it had stopped for a bit earlier... Sorry, I forgot my umbrella too..."

"No, you don't have to apologize, Senka..."

Of course, a light drizzle had started falling again. Compared to the downpour right after getting off the bus, this was barely more than mist, but it still soaked my clothes and body all the same.

Senka and I walked through the rain, completely exposed. The sun had already set completely, leaving only darkness to rule the streets. The streetlights illuminated our path, so walking wasn't an issue, but the rain somehow made everything feel even darker than usual.

Haaaaaaa... My entire body was wet and sticky. It felt like my soaked shoes and socks were screaming for mercy. The squelching sensation between my toes was incredibly unpleasant, like they were rotting away. I just wanted to get to the dormitory as quickly as possible and wash this filthy body.

...

Siwu trudged toward the dormitory beside Senka, grumbling internally while drenched from the rain. Since Senka wasn't carrying an umbrella either, she walked right next to him, equally soaked.

Was Senka also cursing the weather as she headed to the dorm? In truth, she wasn't paying the slightest attention to her wet clothes.

So far, Senka's impressions of Siwu could be summarized as follows:

Sexy.

The shirt clinging to his upper body had become semi-transparent, shamelessly revealing the pale skin that would normally stay hidden. Especially those nipples. They were faintly visible, yet strikingly clear.

Gulp.

Senka unconsciously swallowed hard, again and again. They were just human nipples, so why did a man's nipples look so incredibly provocative? She mulled over this vulgar question repeatedly in her mind. It was as if they were constantly taunting her, begging to be sucked on.

The intense desire to press her lips against those insolent nipples and ravage them with her tongue surged within her, but she desperately held it back. In her fantasies, Siwu had already been violated more than ten times over. How could a man be so lewd?

He was like a walking aphrodisiac. The longer she stayed near him, the higher her sexual urges climbed without restraint. ......She even noticed that her panties had become strangely damp. They were already soaked through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠with her own arousal. She knew full well it wasn't from the rain.

And insolent.

This wasn't about the curses and personal insults he'd thrown at her. It was the casually provocative jokes he tossed out without thinking. Saying he wanted to fuck her. Offering to take her virginity. Calling her "nuna" with that impudent, arousing tone and those gestures... Did he truly not understand his position? Did he think she was some sexless eunuch?

His light, crude behavior sparked such questions. It was so unmanly. So lacking in modesty. If she were his girlfriend or wife, she might have genuinely gotten angry. A man shouldn't say such dangerous things so carelessly to a woman. It was a good thing it was someone like her. If he'd acted the same way with other women, Siwu would have faced terrible consequences.

While she hadn't seen that many men, every single one she'd encountered would shrink back, lower their heads, speak minimally, and behave with utmost modesty when alone with a woman. Seeing the complete opposite stirred something primal in Senka's lust, like pouring gasoline on a fire.

Finally, cute.

Cute, adorable, lovable. He gave off the impression of a kitten or puppy that made your chest ache just from looking at it, except turned into a human. That small head, that delicate frame, those sparkling eyes. This little creature that triggered every last one of her protective instincts.

She wanted to stroke him. Touch him. Protect him. How could he be so lovable and adorable? Would she feel this way if she had a child in the future? If she bore a child with his seed, just how cute would that baby be? She couldn't even begin to imagine.

In her mind, she freely painted a scene of Siwu holding their adorable baby in his arms, smiling brightly at her and waving. Just thinking about it made her happy.

Senka was letting her imagination run completely wild, much like how men in Siwu's original world might fantasize about having great-grandchildren after seeing a beautiful woman.

"Hehehehe..."

Without realizing it, Senka broke into a sleazy grin.

"Did something good happen?"

Siwu asked, noticing her sudden, inexplicable smile. Seeing him tilt his head slightly with that playful expression... it was getting harder and harder to hold back.

That's right. Senka was no different from Fujiwara Koharu or Professor Yoon Arin. And it was only natural for women to feel lust toward an attractive man like Siwu. Moreover, men were extremely rare in this world. Encountering a man after so long, especially one as handsome and cute as him... it was inevitable.

Siwu was overlooking these facts. The one saving grace was that, from what they'd observed so far, Senka didn't seem to be as unhinged as Koharu or Professor Yoon Arin. The fact that she hadn't done anything particularly suspicious yet supported that theory.

......Though they couldn't be completely certain.

"....Huh? N-no, it's nothing!!"

She waved her hands frantically, trying to erase the strange expression she'd shown him.

...

Thanks to both of them walking quite quickly in the rain, they reached their destination faster than expected.

Large letters embedded at the entrance of the fairly large dormitory building greeted them. Below that was smaller text written in Japanese. The sight reminded Siwu once again that this wasn't his original world.

The surroundings seemed to grow even darker as they walked. From within that darkness, Senka, who had been standing beside him, spoke first.

"I'll head back now! I haven't been in Joseon very long, so I have quite a lot of work piled up. You should go inside and rest too."

......Though she had quite a few other things piled up as well.

Senka ultimately withdrew without reaching out with her wicked intentions. Siwu, who had inwardly thought she seemed like a safe person, found her words added even more credibility to that assessment. So not all women were crazy bitches. There were normal people in this world too. A small wave of emotion stirred in his chest.

"Thank you so much for today, Senka. Even though the president ordered you to do it, if you hadn't helped me..."

She was right. If Senka hadn't intervened, he ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠would undoubtedly still be suffering horribly at this very moment.

"N-no! I was just doing what I was supposed to... It's only natural for a woman to protect a man."

She fidgeted, embarrassed by his gratitude.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Senka looked like she'd remembered something she'd forgotten. She quickly pulled out her phone from her pocket and held it out to him.

"N...n...number..."

Her face turned beet red as she asked for something.

"Your number?"

Siwu immediately understood what she was trying to say.

"Y-yeah!!! I... I want to get closer to you..."

It was Senka's first time asking for a guy's number. She was quite surprised at herself for finding the courage. She waited anxiously, fearing the worst outcome of being rejected.

However, contrary to her worries, Siwu took the phone and tapped in his contact information with his fingers. He then politely handed it back to her.

"Eh?"

She had somehow succeeded in getting her first man's number. Was it really this easy? A mix of joy and confusion crossed her face as she let out a dazed sound.

"I... if anything happens... w-would it be okay to contact you?"

Despite having given out his number so casually, Siwu himself seemed quite embarrassed. He had never once had a woman ask for his number before. Was there any man who wouldn't feel good when the opposite sex showed interest and asked for his contact information?

Of course, that only applied to his previous world. In this world, the success rate of getting a man's number was extremely low. The men occasionally seen outside were always accompanied by at least one woman. Those women would never stand by and watch someone else ask for his number. And even if someone found a man walking alone and tried to get his contact information, the men of this world would never give their number to a stranger. It was for their own safety. It was a basic defense mechanism to protect their bodies.

Indeed, Siwu giving out his number so readily was a very dangerous and thoughtless action. However, since Senka had helped him and seemed far more normal compared to the two crazy bitches he'd met so far, he had judged it safe to share. But having grown too accustomed to the customs of his previous world, there was also a part of him that had simply handed it over without much thought because it felt good.

For Senka, meeting a man like Siwu was practically like winning the lottery. He was incredibly attractive yet surprisingly approachable.

"O-of course!!! Of course!!!"

Senka nodded her head vigorously, enthusiastically accepting his words. The man before her was asking if he could rely on her. Her sense of elation swelled uncontrollably.

"Th-then... I'll be going now!!! I'll text you!!!"

Tap tap tap—

"Wait, I..."

Before he could say anything more, Senka dashed off down the rainy path at high speed. Whether from embarrassment or because she was busy, the bright smile plastered across her face suggested it was definitely the former. It was quite a girlish reaction.

"......So there really are normal people."

Siwu murmured as he watched Senka's back quickly receding into the distance. She hadn't shown any impure intentions toward him, and their meeting had ended cleanly. It seemed the image of Senka as a normal person had been firmly imprinted in his mind.

The rainwater was still cold. Siwu dragged his exhausted, soaked body into the building where he could finally escape the rain.

...

With the electronic announcement from the elevator, its heavy doors slowly slid open. I stepped out.

".....Why the hell does a dormitory even have an elevator?"

The dormitory was quite large. As I walked down the hallway, I took in the interior. The clean, neat hallway reminded me of a hotel. I couldn't help but be impressed by how much money the school must have.

After walking while admiring the hallway scenery, I soon arrived in front of the room assigned to me.

It was the same number written on the sticky note attached to the main entrance keycard. I entered the initial password the staff member had told me, then pressed the handle to open the door.

The room was pitch black.

"The switch... is this it?"

When I pressed what I assumed was the light switch, the room began to brighten. Only then did the full appearance of the room come into view.

A reasonably sized single bed, light-colored wallpaper, a small desk and chair, a compact refrigerator shorter than half my height, and a door that appeared to lead to the bathroom. I instinctively opened what I thought was the bathroom door.

With a click, a clean white toilet greeted me as expected. There was a small sink for washing up or brushing teeth, and a separate shower area enclosed by glass walls. The bathroom wasn't very spacious; it felt a bit cramped even for one person.

I came back out and took in the overall size of the room again.

"This is plenty for one person living alone."

Indeed. It was exactly the same size as a standard studio apartment. In other words, this was a single room.

"Whew..."

I patted my chest, relief washing over my entire body. I'd been genuinely worried that the dormitory might be a double or more. After all, I was the only male student at Gyeongseong Academy. If it wasn't a single room... that would mean the worst-case scenario of having to share a room with women.

"At least they're providing the minimum living conditions even though they dragged me here by force. That's only right, dammit."

I briefly recalled the horrible memories from my military days. This was much better than the military. In the military, even if you were dragged there against your will, you had to endure all the inconvenience and loss yourself. No one who had served could deny that.

While lost in old memories, I realized I'd completely forgotten what I wanted to do the moment I arrived at my room.

"Right... Let's shower first."

I wanted to take a refreshing shower and then lie down on the bed to rest. I was hungry, but first I needed to let this damp, exhausted body recover.

I stopped. Just as I placed my hand on the bathroom doorknob to open it, one obvious fact suddenly occurred to me.

"...........Fuck... I lost all my spare clothes, shampoo, toothbrush, everything."

Those damn bitches.

"Haaaa..."

Without even taking time to properly appreciate my new room, I pressed the door lock button again and stepped back into the hallway. I'd have to go to a nearby convenience store or something and buy whatever I needed. Fortunately, I always kept my wallet in the inner pocket of my outerwear, so I hadn't lost it. At least I wouldn't have to worry about money.

I reached into my pants pocket to take out my smartphone, the modern essential, to check the location of a nearby convenience store.

........But what greeted me was a shattered black screen.

"Goddammit!"

I was so frustrated I could die. The thought that someone might hear my cursing didn't even cross my mind. I'd completely forgotten it was broken. Today really was one disaster after another.

In this era, you could simply search on your smartphone to easily find out where anything was. So how did people find information in the era before smartphones existed? That's right. The only option was to ask people directly.