Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Slap on the Cheek
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"What?"
Something snapped in my head in that instant. Something I'd been holding back all this time...
"Surprised, huh? Yeah, I really put in a ton of effort."
But Kate just wagged her tail happily and kept right on talking. She could see my face hardening in real time, but that didn't stop her from gushing about how hard she'd worked to submit my instructor application herself.
"The Company Commander was totally against it at first. But I kept pleading my case, and she finally gave in."
I clamped my mouth shut tight, trying my best to make sense of this mess. Was there some detail I'd missed? Could Kate's reckless meddling actually help me in any way...?
But no matter how hard I tried to stay calm, I couldn't stop my fists from clenching.
As time dragged on,
my bewilderment turned to rage.
"...Hey, can I just ask one—"
"Don't worry, though! I took care of everything. You just have to hold out for another week or so. I'll handle all the rest. Just tough it out. Got it?"
Pride and joy beamed from Kate's chattering face.
Like a five-year-old kid begging for parental praise, she grabbed my hand tight...
"I'll take full responsibility!"
She declared boldly.
Slap!
"You crazy bitch!"
My actions spoke before my words could.
I couldn't talk any sense into her, so I ended up swinging my hand at this hopeless case.
No matter how strong women were here,
a full-force slap would still make her cheek sting with a satisfying smack.
Kate's left cheek flushed bright red,
and her head snapped sharply to the right.
"...Huh?"
Frozen like that, Kate's eyes went wide,
as she pondered how to handle this unfamiliar situation.
"What the hell?"
Was this her first time getting slapped?
Makes sense—this world probably didn't even consider the option of a man hitting a woman.
"No, uh..."
Kate's face twisted in confusion.
She strained to keep her composure, but her twitching eyes and furrowed brow betrayed the sharp sting she felt.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Kate whipped her head back to face me, demanding an answer. Her red eyes shook violently, yet they locked onto the man who'd dared to slap her with pinpoint precision.
Her bangs, messed up from the impact, looked disheveled. Combined with her fierce glare, she resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption, sending chills down my spine.
"I slapped your cheek. What're you gonna do about it!"
What could she do?
I was the one fuming now—I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Who gave you the right to submit that application...! If I wanna be an instructor at the training center, that's my choice—not yours to make for me!"
This had been going on for a while now.
Sure, Kate was pretty,
and she loved me way more than I deserved,
but she kept handling things in the weirdest, most twisted ways.
"I'm not doing instructor duty! Go cancel it right now! I am never doing that shit!"
I had zero intention of applying for some insane hellhole like training center instructor. Especially not in this gender-reversed world, where every new batch of trainees would target and mock me relentlessly.
Instructors even had tougher schedules than the trainees.
Training center life already meant waking up at the crack of dawn, but instructors had to be up even earlier to wrangle the trainees...
They had to master every training drill perfectly, lead the trainees around everywhere, keep them in line...
Okay, fine.
Those were problems, sure.
But the real issue was this crazy cat-girl suddenly going off on her own and trying to chain me to the training center.
I couldn't stay here. I'd tried to get along with the Company Commander, but Kate had ruined that completely, and now the other instructors treated me like dirt...
Sticking around just for Kate? Too many problems for that.
And the biggest problem of all
was this deranged cat instructor standing right in front of me.
"So what, then? You wanna transfer to another unit and fuck around with other bitches?"
Kate was pissed too,
her voice dropping low as she shot back sharply.
"Argh, you crazy bitch!"
Slap!
I slapped her again, right as she started raging at me.
Honestly, I hadn't planned on hitting her this time, but seeing her face all twisted like she was the one suffering pushed me over the edge—my hand moved first.
"Yeah, I'll go fuck other bitches! Happy now?"
Call it shock therapy.
If I didn't hit her with this, Kate would stay trapped in her own little world forever.
"We're not even officially dating, so why the hell do you keep pulling this crap alone! No matter how hard I try to treat you right, you ruin every last bit of goodwill!"
This was sincere advice—a real warning.
Our relationship was too vague to call her an ex-girlfriend, but I was saying this out of genuine worry for her.
"I'm not doing instructor duty. And like I told you, my priority is getting back to my original world. First, I need to figure out if that's even possible—"
But,
before I could finish...
She lunged!
Fuming mad, Kate tackled me to the ground.
The world flipped in an instant. Like a motorcyclist smashed by a dump truck, a flash of memories raced through my mind as I crashed to the floor.
"Kyaaak!"
Instead of a cute cat sound, a feral screech escaped Kate's lips—like stray cats scrapping in the alley.
"You little shit...!"
Getting slapped by a man clearly hit her hard. Her face contorted in fury, showing just how effective my shock therapy had been.
But it was fine.
I had my Forced Climax skill, after all,
and no matter how mad Kate got, she wouldn't actually beat me to death...
Slap!
Huh.
My cheek turned.
It didn't even feel that hard,
but a flash burst before my eyes, and my head went numb.
"You must be out of your fucking mind, acting all bratty like this...!"
Kate had slapped me. Fair enough—if you're hitting someone, you gotta expect payback.
But holy shit, it hurt. No joke, it burned like getting full-forced by a burly Western dude.
"I let it slide once or twice 'cause you're supposed to be my future husband. And you lay hands on me? You dare...!?"
Kate just didn't get it.
From her perspective, men were at best [sub-women].
"Other women just beat the shit out of their husbands and whip 'em into shape...! Ugh, fuck! I'm the idiot for being nice...! You wanna get the shit kicked out of you every three days? That what you want!?"
She was genuinely aggrieved.
Compared to how women treated men here, everything she'd done for me was downright gentle.
"You ungrateful bastard! When someone's good to you, you show respect—not bitch and moan about every order, then whine about sticking your dick in other sluts...! You fucker!"
Huh,
this really fucking hurt.
She grabbed my hair and pounded me like a rat, making me understand why domestic violence exists.
Even if I fought back, it just fueled her rage more, bringing even worse violence.
The slaps,
the kicks,
every one hurt like hell, ripping screams from my throat.
"Ack! Stop! W-wait...!"
"Hands off. You gonna move 'em or die?"
So this was self-defense.
No choice...
I grabbed Kate
and activated the skill.
Forced Climax Skill Activated.
Arousal Points: 33 → 28
"Hiiik!? Nyaaat...!"
Finally, Kate let me go.
Seizing the chance, I scrambled up to escape this sealed space...
"You fucker...! What the hell did you do this timeee!"
Kate's recovery was insane.
One hit wasn't enough to make her release me.
We tangled up in this tiny warehouse, wrestling and thrashing wildly.
Hitting, getting hit,
trashing the whole interior in our tangle...
"Kek!"
Of course, I came out on top.
Three more Forced Climax activations, and Kate was finally drooling saliva, tears streaming down her face.
"Nyaaat, nyat..."
"Fuck...! I almost died...!"
I'd never taken a beating this bad, even scrapping with guys back home. Kate had cracked my bones.
"I'm not doing instructor duty...! You do it all you want! And we're not even properly dating! Why keep freaking out like this!"
We were both exhausted.
In the wrecked warehouse,
we panted heavily, the battle's aftershocks lingering.
"Nyaaaa... Hic..."
Was Kate crying from the intense climax, or from losing to me...?
She sobbed loud enough to shake the warehouse, hiccuping nonstop.
"Haa, we're fucked... Totally fucked..."
I racked my brain, tearing at my hair over how to fix this tangled mess.
Bruises covered my body,
blood dripped from my nose.
How the hell do I explain these marks to the Company Commander or the trainees?
How do I wrap things up with Kate from here?
Arousal Points: 13
Even the Arousal Points I'd built up were running low now.
I'd lost my weapon to protect myself. All because of this idiot Kate—too much was screwed up now.
"J-Jeong-woo... Hic..."
Yet Kate crawled over on trembling legs, hugged my waist, looked up at me, and whined.
"I-I'll do really good...! What did I do so wrong...? Just marry me already! Is that so hard! We g-get married first, then discharge together from the training center...!"
She'd been so violent and fierce when beating me senseless, but now that she'd lost, she dropped all pride and squeezed out her juices—damn, she looked pitiful again.
But before I could sort this out properly,
footsteps echoed from outside again.
"Kate, you in here?"
The senior instructor's voice.
If she saw Kate like this,
our fistfight would definitely get exposed.
Fuck,
this training center sucked.
Cramped as hell,
constantly getting dragged around everywhere...
"Kate! Are you here? The Company Commander's looking for you!"
"Hic... Sniff..."
And meanwhile,
Kate realized she was screwed, paling as she whimpered...