Can You Feel the Difference in Power?
Can You Feel the Difference in Power?
How am I supposed to process the situation unfolding before my eyes?
The cheap, faded lightbulb typical of budget motels provided a dim, yellowish glow rather than a bright light, and from the bedsheets that had likely absorbed the sweat and love juice of hundreds, if not thousands, of couples, a musty scent subtly rose, piercing through the cloyingly sweet smell of fabric softener to assault the olfactory senses.
And on that cheap bed.
I was utterly terrified, faced with an unknown horror.
No, should I call this unknown, or familiar?
Longstone: The fuck you lookin' at, asshole.
Yeah, what am I even looking at right now...?
My new son, for whom I lovingly bestowed the excellent nickname 'Longstone' to match the transformed body I received after crossing over into this Gender-Reversed World.
My son, who seemed impressive enough to make the black guys from adult videos who shout "Hey Asian girl, kimochi!" demurely cross their legs, was now fully erect before my eyes, proudly displaying its menacing, massive form.
That's right.
It was between Hwa-young's legs, not mine!
"Wh-wha? Why? How? I-is this a d-dream...?"
Words denying reality spilled out of my mouth, unable to process the bizarre phenomenon, and upon seeing me ramble nonsense like that, Hwa-young smiled like the Joker, the corners of her mouth stretching wide.
"Hehehe~ You act and look like a rag who's been passed around from woman to woman, but you were really a virgin? You're 33 and you don't even know what a Genital Exchange?"
Genital Exchange
By dictionary definition, it meant a woman's external genitalia, i.e., the entrance to the vagina, but in eromanga and adult videos, it often referred to the heart-shaped tattoo located between a woman's abdomen and genitals.
And the Genital Exchange mentioned by Hwa-young, whose innocent appearance was gone, replaced by the expression of a rapist since earlier, undoubtedly meant the latter.
Because right between my navel and genitals, that ridiculous heart-shaped tattoo was sitting right there!
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Rewinding to a time when Longstone was still residing in my crotch.
Thoroughly sniped by my sexy provocation, Hwa-young discarded the half-finished beer can she was drinking from, roughly dragged me, and headed toward a nearby motel strip.
Feigning nonchalance on the outside but cheering internally at her forceful demeanor, I subtly quickened my pace to match her stride, and the place we arrived at was a cheap motel with a short-stay rate of 20,000 won and an overnight rate of 80,000 won.
'Ah... This place is a bit...'
I frowned at the exterior, which looked worse than the antiquated-style inn I'd stayed at last year on a business trip to the provinces with a company senior, but Hwa-young, her brain intoxicated with the excitement of popping her cherry tonight, seemed oblivious to my expression.
'Well, since when did guys care about motel quality...'
Heck, even I only saw motels as spaces for sex, by sex, and for sex—I never cared whether they had a styler, feminine hygiene products, or a hair straightener inside.
Of course, I learned my lesson that I should scout whether nearby motels are good or bad beforehand when targeting my next mark, and for some reason, ignoring the pitying glance the owner ajusshi gave me as he handed over the room key, with no intention of running away yet unable to because Hwa-young was gripping my arm tightly, I was led to the assigned room.
Click!
With the sound of the door locking, unusually loud, and stepping into the motel room, my body finally grows hot with the excitement and anticipation of having sex with a woman I just met today.
"So... should I shower first? Or should I go first? Or maybe... together?"
Hwa-young, who had started using informal speech at some point, asks with eyes red and bloodshot, her body seemingly heated with the same excitement as mine.
"I'll shower first."
I'd been wandering around for hours in the cold wave looking for my first target anyway, so I was in the mood to blast myself with a warm shower.
Normally, trying to be manly and considerate, I would've sweetly said, 'You go first, I'll shower later,' but this is a Gender-Reversed World.
Plus, isn't this a world where the gender ratio has dropped to 30:1, making men precious?
I should enjoy these small privileges!
So, entering the shower room separated by a glass wall that showed half the interior from the motel room, I hurriedly stripped off my padding and other clothes to blast the shower and...
"Huh? What? Was this here originally...?"
I look at the strange heart tattoo positioned between my navel and crotch, reflected in the full-length mirror, having placed the showerhead, set to hot water, on the floor—a tattoo I hadn't noticed when changing at the hospital.
At first, thinking something was smudged, I rubbed it vigorously with my hand and sprayed it with the shower water, now at a suitable temperature, but it showed no signs of fading, as if it were a real tattoo.
"Ah, shit! The location, the shape... I'm not some fallen female protagonist from an eromanga, what is this?"
Worried that if Hwa-young saw this unpleasant heart tattoo—the kind any man born a man would have seen once or twice—she might think I'm a weirdo, I turned my body to look toward the room where Hwa-young was undoubtedly waiting eagerly for me to come out, and.
'...What is that woman doing right now?'
If the glass wall was the type where the room could see half the shower interior, then the shower interior was the type where the room was fully visible, and I could see.
I could see her, casting furtive glances toward the shower room where I was, like someone anxious, hiding her smartphone among the decorative sculptures placed opposite the bed.
'Is that a hidden camera, by any chance...?'
What sane person would hide a perfectly good smartphone behind a decoration!
Although it's possible a phone charger was placed behind the decoration.
Her anxious demeanor, proving it was a shady act, and her checking again to ensure the hidden smartphone's position had a clear view of the bed, confirmed it.
'She's a hidden camera criminal!'
Judging by her behavior, it seemed like this was her first time, but she looked so innocent that I picked her up, and she's a potential criminal?!
Instantly, the excitement of losing my virginity tonight vanished, and my heart sank coldly, as if doused with cold water.
Bang!
"Hwa-young-ssi, what are you doing right now?!"
Other men in this world might discover Hwa-young like that and shout "Ottoke ottoke!" while stomping their feet, but I'm a real man who's been through the military.
Even though my fighting experience was limited to a couple of scuffles with "pure fool" kids who teased me for being an orphan in middle and high school, I wasn't a weak man who'd be intimidated by these base bitches!
"Huh, how are you out already? I read on internet communities that guys shower for over an hour on average?!"
If a guy stays in the water for over an hour, that's a water park, can you even call that a shower?!
See, all the knowledge spouted on internet communities is bullshit!
As I kicked open the shower door and appeared shouting, Hwa-young, who was readjusting her smartphone's position, jumped in surprise and blocked the hidden smartphone with her body.
"Ha! You think I won't notice if you do that?"
You think covering the sky with your palm will hide it completely? You think that frail, thin body of yours can block it?
Dodging Hwa-young's hands, which were trying to block me using her smaller stature, I quickly pulled out the hidden smartphone and checked—sure enough, the red recording light was on.
"N-no, give that back!"
Seeing her smartphone in my hand, her expression twisted like a demon's, and she stretched out both hands, grabbing each of my wrists and pressing down on them!
Snorting at this ignorant test of strength, something you wouldn't even call a fight, I also resisted with all my might, but...
'How is a woman this strong?!'
I specifically picked a "pure fool" girl who looked frail and innocent, with a body that seemed incapable of using strength, so I could lead the first sex, but the force with which those thin, bone-thin arms grabbed and pressed down my wrists was crushing, like an industrial press.
"Eeek...!"
If this continued, I'd be overpowered and thrown to the floor in an instant, so I swung a Taekwondo kick, infused with the power of the honorary black belt I earned during my military days for reward leave, toward her unprotected ankle.
Thump!
"Aak!"
A dull impact sound and a scream, signifying the kick landed properly.
But ridiculously, the one who screamed wasn't Hwa-young—it was me, the one who threw the kick!
Are her bones made of steel pipes? It hurts me more!
"Y-you dare swing your foot at me, a woman, when you're just a man? Y-you're looking down on me too, thinking I'm a "pure fool"?!"
Perhaps having grown up being bullied as a "pure fool", she became enraged even though I was the one in pain, and a ridiculously sloppy kick flew toward my abdomen.
Whump~!
"Oof?!"
T-this is a "pure fool" girl's sloppy kick...?
It was a kick with no proper weight distribution or stance, but the pain was so intense it felt like my internal organs were twisting beyond my abdomen, causing all the strength to leave my body, and I collapsed on the spot.
And that day, I realized.
In this world, a man can never defeat a woman in physical prowess...