Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Gender Reversal
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Day 4 of arriving at the training camp, morning.
By all rights, this should be the time when I'm starting to adjust to this other world and pull my weight like a normal guy in the army.
Chomp, chomp—
I'm roughly chewing the chunks of meat in my stew, venting my frustration for no good reason.
With each passing day, my daily life just piles on more annoying incidents. Somehow, I need to find a solution.
Meeting the army's conditions isn't hard, but this weird setup where everyone except me is a woman is turning my everyday life into a total mess.
Some might think I'm just whining too much,
or jumping to conclusions like a scared idiot...
"..."
If I don't sort this out now, it's obvious it'll get even worse.
My mind races through endless chains of possibilities, but not a single one shows me safely finishing my two years of service.
A fun, happy harem life? Not a chance in hell. That only works when a guy holds the reins, not in a world like this...
I don't feel like I can take charge of anything here. My head's gotten sharp enough now for a brutally accurate—and depressing—analysis of my situation.
Here, I'm the weakest link.
No matter how kindly you spin it, my position doesn't change. Optimistic takes are off the table.
Think of the food chain pyramid. The scrawny, gloomy loner girls who get picked on sit at the very bottom. Me? I'm way below even them.
I don't even make the pyramid. A plain Earth guy with no special powers has nothing but raw grit and mental endurance to brag about.
Tap, tap.
The girl sitting across from me nudges my tray to get my attention. I glance over, and she's pursing her lips in a kissing motion, throwing in a bold wink.
Yeah, this is the treatment I can't escape here.
They sneak up on me like it's all just fun and games among themselves, giggling as they tease, which makes it awkward as hell for me to snap back.
And this is during meals,
in the mess hall,
with everyone watching. If I stand up and bitch right now?
No way.
All I can do is brush it off and keep eating quietly.
Honestly, it's ambiguous enough that getting pissed feels off-base. Normally—or if this were Earth—I might've fallen for their flirting hook, line, and sinker, cheeks burning red.
"Pfft, so cute..."
"Jeong-woo, is it tasty? Want more?"
But not here.
It's not just one or two doing it—
almost every girl acts the same. That's the problem.
At some point, I got branded as an "easy mark." Especially my squadmates—they don't keep any distance and come at me relentlessly.
Treating me like I'm cute,
blushing as they fuss over me,
deliberately pressing close for skinship...
It all traces back to that first misbuttoned step.
From our initial introductions,
my behavior must've struck these otherworld girls as super unique and intriguing.
I can't keep getting dragged along like this. Right now it's just playful teasing, but it'll ramp up day by day—that much is clear.
I can't seem to easy. That's a universal rule, but in this hellhole training camp, I can barely establish any ground.
"Jeong-woo, be honest for real."
The girls' attention grows bolder with time. Even when I make it clear I don't want to chat, within minutes the table's a rowdy mess.
"You got a fiancée or anything?"
The second there's a lull, they swarm me with questions. Without the instructors barking at them to shut up, these girls won't stop chirping away at me.
"No."
"Ooh—"
"Quit talking to me already. I don't wanna get chewed out by the instructors."
Even laying it on thick with my annoyance gets me nowhere. Ignore them completely? They just push and pull, making a racket. Drives me up the wall.
I was really just trying to stay out of it...
"You lot."
Can't slip the instructors' eyes.
Especially not the cat instructor playing drill sergeant, her radar locked on...
"This the cozy den of your mommy's house? Skipping out from week one. Training camp feels real comfy, huh? Fine. Got all that energy? I'll give you some special training."
No one escapes.
Drill Sergeant Kate won't let cocky trainees chatter through mental training. Problem is, I'm stuck right in the middle of the cocky ones...
"...All of you, push-ups. Keep going till I say stop."
Kate has no choice but to punish everyone. Never compromising on her duties—that soldier's spirit is her best trait.
So she gives me the same punishment,
planting the idea in the senior instructors' heads that she's handling me rough...
"Heard you don't have a fiancée... That true?"
But alone in the showers, she swishes her tail and hits me with the same question.
One word from me, and it spreads like wildfire through the camp.
Doesn't even take a full day for what I tell my squadmates to reach Kate's ears.
"Nothing like that."
"Heh... Yeah... Makes sense. No wonder you look at me like... that..."
Her expression and body language clash wildly with her daytime vibe. Arms behind her back, Kate flashes a rosy smile, swaying side to side.
"Anyway. Strip before you shower."
"Pardon?"
Everything she does is off-kilter.
"Gotta fix it first, right? Word is, you didn't drain it proper last night and caused a squad ruckus... Won't happen tonight."
"...Pardon?"
Head throbs wherever I go. No way, I thought, but Kate seems set on sucking me off daily without fail.
"No need. I'm good today...!"
"Good my ass. Hurry up and strip."
Whoosh—
I clutch my waistband, resisting, but she yanks them down effortlessly. The strength gap's so blatant, it's laughable.
"We did it yesterday, didn't we...?"
"That was yesterday."
"W-Wait! Hold on a sec. Come on..."
Her words hit so hard, even my army-honed speech slips. Yesterday? That's her comeback?
"This is too much. I'm really done now. Twice yesterday means I get a break day—"
Cold sweat pouring, I try stopping her, but she's already latched onto my lower half, eyes wild like a cat eyeing catnip.
Slurp... Nyaah...
Buildup doesn't matter. Kate's always stressed wrangling trainees—maybe these quick shower meets are her reward.
So she uses "helping me" as an excuse,
swaying her hips and tail side to side...
"Not standing?"
She presses her cheek against my helplessly swelling crotch and asks.
"...Doesn't look like it?"
I know it too. A twenty-something guy's dick not popping up daily would be the real oddity.
But,
this is just another extension of my morning anxieties.
Fine for yesterday and today,
but if this drags on every day?
Sticky gazes scanning my body as they pass, groping me on the sly, pulling every trick to get a taste, even Kate pouncing like this...
Schlurp—
"Ngh...!"
Just imagining it makes me dizzy. Horny maniacs might sweat too in my shoes. Free sex is great when you want it—not when every girl swarms, sucking you dry till you waste away.
And here, they're all stronger than me,
all coming at me.
I push Kate's forehead with all I've got, but she won't budge. She just grips my waist tighter, sucking even more fervently.
She's only blowing me for now,
but if Kate can't hold back her urges...
Or if my squadmates, or other girls, snap too...
"Ack! S-Slow down a bit...!"
Sluuuurp—
I'll be left with nothing.
Practically a whore.
I've read a few novels with worlds like this. Think they called the genre "gender reversal"...
In those stories,
the endings suck.
The longer the serialization, the worse the logic crumbles, the male lead turns into a total slut hustling his body... spending all day getting fucked...
And it wraps up all weird.
Eating shit from every reader.
Fuck that.
No way I'm ending up like that.
Never.
Arousal Points: +27
Overall: Being prickly makes it even better!