Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Treated Like a Masturbation Toy
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A pathetic life where I've never even had a girlfriend once.
Looking back on my existence,
all the crap I'm dealing with now feels downright ridiculous.
Whoosh-!
A few cheers ring in my ears as I nail the mock grenade toss and turn back around.
"Damn, that was slick."
"Ugh, I can't hold back anymore."
The appraisals and sexual harassment never stop, not even for a second. Even the instructors seem to be on their side now.
The grenade instructor must have heard what those women were saying, but she doesn't do a damn thing about it. As long as they don't get too rowdy, she brushes off the harassment toward me like it's no big deal—something completely normal.
But the trainees' stares are anything but light.
Whenever I make eye contact with one while glancing around,
they flash sleazy grins or make these lewd gestures.
Moves that scream sex to anyone watching.
Jesus.
I snort and look away, but that doesn't stop them from giggling and raking their eyes over my whole body like it's covered in slime, whispering filthy nothings to each other.
The nasty rumors are spreading faster by the day. It's starting to feel normal hearing my name tossed around in the trainees' mouths.
They figure since I supposedly let an instructor fuck me silly,
if they play their cards right, they might get a turn too.
After grueling drills, we're drenched in sweat,
and while waiting for the next one...
"..."
Sniff-
Women from the back rows slink up and sniff me like creeps. It's some pervy Japanese train groper porn scenario straight out of hell, and I'm just laughing in disbelief.
But the real shock? It's not just a few weirdos.
Every woman passing by,
every trainee sitting nearby,
they all hassle me, trying to cop a feel any way they can.
Hell, compared to the ones openly circling like sharks, these feel almost tame.
The truly terrifying ones
treat me straight-up like a masturbation toy and try to jerk me off by force.
This happens a lot in the bathroom,
where some of them lurk in the halls or near the stalls, and the second I show up,
they swarm like vultures...
"M-Me first!"
"That one's empty too...! Use that one over there!"
They're fighting over the spot next to me.
Honestly, it's creepy as hell. Like I've poked some forbidden abyss I shouldn't have.
I'm too paranoid to even piss properly.
One slip, and heads pop up over the stall partition...
"Haa."
So I sigh heavily, squeeze my eyes shut, and get it done.
No safe place to look. Even right in front of me, the door's plastered with all sorts of [graffiti]...
And the crap written there is vulgar as fuck.
[Gonna fuck him raw 'til he's ready for the stockade.]
Just one line makes my head throb.
But then there's more crammed below it, and it all blurs my vision.
[Fuck him 'til he's bawling and begging for mercy... Ruin him so bad he can't show his face again... He'll jump and tremble every time I pass by... Jeong-woo, sorry... Thanks again today...]
[Lmao this guy's insane ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ]
[Ngl, I agree. Blame's mostly on Jeong-woo.]
Once you start reading, you can't stop.
All these sticky desires I tried ignoring are now neatly typed out, poking at me.
[Fucking prick acts all high and mighty. Bet he whored himself out to the instructor like a slutty cock.]
[Hilarious watching a dickhead with a cock try to play mind games ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Every time I see him, wanna teach him a lesson.]
At some point, the bathrooms filled up with lines sniping me.
Dunno who started it or who's adding more...
[1924823rd time imagining grabbing his hair as he passes, that male scent wafting, and dragging him off to make a baby.]
[His dick looks delicious.]
[For real? Holy shit, fr?]
Some even sketch my junk down there. The size looks scarily accurate, which makes it worse.
These isekai women, pent-up from three weeks of training and raging hormones...
They hole up in these tiny stalls, using me as their fap fantasy to blow off steam.
Fine, at least if they just quietly jerk off in the bathroom, it's manageable.
Others straight-up beg me in my face for a quickie or haggle prices.
"Bullshit."
I snort and ignore them every time,
but there's always one who can't hold her temper and lunges at me.
Shoving me against the wall,
trying to hug me for no reason...
Some even try ripping my clothes off. That's the most infuriating.
In my old world, one solid punch would've dropped her crying, but here, women are way stronger than me.
So I use another way.
The one I tested on Hayes.
Forced Orgasm Skill
[Arousal Points: 67 → 62]
Doesn't even take five uses.
One's plenty.
They hit instant orgasm, freak out, and let go. I dust off my shoulders, flip them the bird, and walk away.
Now fresh rumors swirl among the women.
Even though I'm a guy, I use magic,
and touch me wrong, you cum on the spot—scary shit.
It gives me some breathing room.
Way better than debunking Hayes' bullshit rumors pointlessly. Just make an example out of the lunatics who charge me.
No point wasting breath anyway—it changes nothing, and I don't wanna waste energy there.
No need to argue rationally. When the horn-dogs rush for a piece, smack 'em down then.
...But still,
bathroom fappers and light gropers don't vanish.
When stuffing barracks mates' clothes and mine into the washer,
or lathering shampoo in my hair...
Slide-
A woman's hand sneaks in slyly.
No joke—it dives right up my inner thigh.
"Aak!"
Not gross, just scared shitless—I yell out loud without thinking.
"Which one of you bitches!"
Some finger my ass crack and bolt, others grab my front outright...
Groping every inch then fleeing,
kneading my cheeks like dough, or smacking and running...
"Agh, fuck..."
These petty criminals stress me out the most.
Can't waste skills on trash like them.
Arousal Points are too low.
Can't spam this.
Need at least 30 saved for emergencies.
For real threats,
petty harassment? Just grin and bear it...
Brush off the small stuff,
and defend against Hayes.
Day 20 evening,
no boxers in the laundry no matter how I dig. Men's undies are limited—gotta manage 'em.
Hayes, on laundry duty today, brings back the basket—my precious undies missing.
Not a mistake or mix-up.
Everyone else's stuff is there, just mine's gone.
I confront her in a panic, but she fires back:
Mocking irritation.
Hayes is deliberately grinding my gears.
Incomprehensible woman.
I disciplined her hard before, yet she still comes at me fearlessly.
Makes it tricky.
Should I hit her with five forced orgasms again for another lesson? Or save points for other would-be rapists...
Maybe this is some advanced mind game.
Looks like a total airhead,
but probing my skill? Testing how it works, when I can use it?
Hayes spreads bad rumors, pulls shitty stunts, stays hostile—no sign of regret.
Her face flushes red when she approaches to mess with me, eyes gleaming with weird excitement...
Truly baffling.
Maybe go all-in with ten in a row.
Barracks allies? Zilch. Squad ignores my grievance, chimes in on Hayes' jabs instead.
Training life's tough enough without support; now jabs and hooks fly from everywhere—head spinning.
Psych war with Hayes favors her hard.
Doubt I can hold out 'til unit assignment.
...But one person,
Mino helps me out.
Barely lets me breathe.
Sitting side-by-side with her? Pure luck.
Cool, quiet, ignores stares.
But feeling her calm up close still worries me.
Women's grumbles grow louder.
Especially,
as Mino and I get closer...
Hayes' eyes fill with venom.
Almost like she's disappointed or something...