Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Shower Room (2)
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Drill Sergeant Kate doesn't even blink. Her eyes are like those of a predator that has locked onto its prey, relentlessly directing a sticky gaze toward the insides of my legs and back.
Okay, it's now pretty much certain that women here are way more aggressive with men.
That's fine and all, but the real issue is that Kate and I are stuck alone in the back of this shower room...
"...Hyat. Gulp. Hngh."
Surprisingly, Drill Sergeant Kate is doing her utmost to keep her composure.
Despite her flushed face and lewdly twitching tail, her disciplined mind is desperately holding back from crossing the line.
She's staring right through my body,
scanning every nook and cranny.
But she doesn't come any closer than that. Kate places the utmost importance on rules and discipline, applying the strict yardstick of principles even to herself.
"..."
Even so, that doesn't make the pressure I feel disappear entirely. Every time I rub soap on my body, strange noises come from behind me.
"Nyaa..."
Should I call it a sigh,
or admiration,
or maybe a pained moan...
Whenever I lift my arm for a moment or bend at the waist, Kate lets out a reflexive sound.
"..."
Then, if I glance back to check, she startles with a shrug of her shoulders. But she doesn't avert her gaze or look away.
Smooth—
For a split second, our eyes meet. My face and hers are both flushed beyond measure, but neither of us can turn away or flee.
Truth be told, there's nowhere to run. We're alone in this steamy shower room, communicating only through embarrassing glimpses of skin, ragged breaths, and uneasy glances.
Yet strangely, as time passes, our expressions start to mirror each other.
At first, we each harbored our own emotions and thoughts, just waiting for this short shower time to end. But now...
Anxiety.
Embarrassment.
Endless temptation and refusal.
Yet eyes we can't tear away.
Even I'm starting to get swept up in the atmosphere, showing honest reactions bit by bit. I try to hold back, but blood is gradually rushing downward.
This isn't because my mind is weak or frail. It's purely the biological instinct no man in his twenties can escape.
The laws of this world, its rules—
none of that overrides this absolute, unchanging principle.
A truth that applies in both this world and my original one.
Man or woman,
when you see an attractive member of the opposite sex, you react.
Earlier, I was too flustered by the unprecedented sight and the numbers game. But right now, my response is pretty damn honest.
"Nyat..."
Drill Sergeant Kate stares piercingly at that swollen spot, her face twisting into a complex expression.
I'm drenched from the shower water, but she's sweating from her own rising body heat she can't control.
This is too primal to call love,
and too pure to dismiss as vulgar.
We're gazing at each other's bodies in the most beautiful years of our lives, while simultaneously tormented by temptations that could ruin them.
Beep—!
The tattoo on my wrist glows bright red and starts acting up. A siren wails in my ears like an auditory hallucination.
I don't know what it means, but it sure doesn't feel positive.
I have to hold back. I can't act rashly.
I can't let lust control me. I'm just an outsider here, a plain guy with no connections or abilities.
"I-I'm almost done washing up!"
"O-Okay, nyang..."
So I soap up as quickly as possible. If I really push it, I could finish in five minutes. Just wrap this up fast and head back to the barracks.
Kicking away a golden opportunity that fell into my lap might be something only a crazy gay dude would do, but if I screw up thoughtlessly in this army where I'm the only guy, I won't be able to clean up the mess.
It's not that Drill Sergeant Kate isn't pretty.
On the contrary, she's one of the most beautiful women I've seen so far—not to mention she has those adorable cat ears and tail that scream "otherworld."
If anything, it was getting too hard to handle. I've calmed it down for now, but deep down, I'd love to pin Kate against the wall right...
Slip!
"...Ah."
Damn it.
My focus slipped, and I dropped the soap.
The bar slides across the shower room floor. I chase after it frantically to finish quickly, but...
Is this fate's prank?
The soap rolls even closer to Drill Sergeant Kate. She bends down carefully and picks it up.
I've seen this scenario somewhere before.
They say in prisons or the military, you shouldn't pick up dropped soap easily. Someone might target your hole from behind.
I thought that filthy saying only applied to dirty gay bastards, but in this world, things unfold very differently.
I don't even know how to describe the sight of Kate picking up the soap from behind.
Long, snow-white legs, hips impossible to ignore, a slender waist peeking through her clothes...
And,
at the center of it all, that swaying cat tail.
Even in uniform, it's all visible. No, the uniform makes it even more provocative. Her figure bursting through it sparks all kinds of lewd imaginings.
Looking at her again,
she's overflowing with sensuality that's hard to resist.
Why is a woman like this in the army?
If she'd been born in Korea, she'd definitely be an idol.
Kate picks up the soap and slowly straightens up, but behind her stands me, now fully erect once more.
"...It's grown again."
The prickly Kate from our first meeting...
frowns as she walks toward me step by step.
She steps quietly on the splashing shower room floor, approaching with haughty, lascivious grace.
I can't tell if the drops falling from above are water from the ceiling or sweat gathered at her chin. The shower room feels hotter than ever.
"Why did it grow again?"
Her words sound almost accusatory. I nearly apologize without thinking.
"Why did it get hard?!"
But Kate draws even closer. Now shower water pours relentlessly onto her waistband.
Her pants and socks grow heavy with moisture.
Drill Sergeant Kate ignores it all, focusing solely on me as she approaches and speaks.
"...Sorry."
If it was gonna end up like this, I should've apologized earlier. Is there maybe a law in this world against men getting erections around women?
Her reaction is off the charts. Kate's eyes tremble this way and that. But they always snap back to my crotch.
I don't know what to do. The tattoo keeps flashing red, and warning alarms blare in my head.
"I'm not asking if you're sorry—why did it get hard? Can't you understand? Don't you get it?"
"...I'll wash up quickly. Sorry—"
"Why did you get erect?!"
Drill Sergeant Kate even raises her voice now. She grabs my wrist hard and pushes me against the wall.
Getting manhandled by one woman might bruise my pride in various ways, but weirdly, women here are insanely strong.
My wrist throbs. Just from her grip, it feels like steel handcuffs.
"Y-You were looking at me like that, huh? Nyaaa..."
I can't read Drill Sergeant Kate's expression at all.
She seems displeased because of me, or furiously angry, but also somehow smiling strangely.
Women are complicated creatures.
Especially the women of this world—they defy everything I knew from my knowledge and norms, making them far harder to deal with than Korean women.
I'm almost nostalgic for the pretentious ladies of the 21st century.
With a woman like Kate clinging to me and gripping my wrist, I have no idea how to respond.
"Th-This is a violation of military law... Trainee Han Jeong-woo, I'm the drill sergeant, and you're the trainee..."
Even as she grips me so tightly, Kate stammers. Her heated breath teasingly brushes my nose.
"B-But in a situation like this, you can't focus on training... right?"
Maybe I had it all wrong.
"Pardon?"
Here, men have no choice. I thought I'd suppressed my lust and kept my hands off Kate, but that was pure arrogance.
Whether it happens or not isn't up to me.
Kate is stronger than me to begin with.
Shit. A woman stronger than me.
"W-Wait! Shower time's almost over!"
I shout to stop her,
but Drill Sergeant Kate doesn't care about the remaining time.
If anything, with so little left, she's even more determined to act fast.
With only about five minutes to go, she won't waste a single second.
Thud—!
Kate pushes with her hand, and my body flies lightly against the wall.
Whether it's the shower noise or not, no sound leaks out to the others.
The water is still hot.
The floor is soaked with shampoo and soap water,
and our fleeting time together is just as drenched.