Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Arrest
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[Announcement from the Social Development Council.]
[If you, your family, or your neighbor are a TS Victim, please report voluntarily.]
[If you see a woman like this, report her to the police.]
[Women with unrealistic appearances.]
[Women who excessively hide themselves.]
[Women whose behavior seems awkward.]
[If you spot any other suspicious women, please report them immediately.]
[Thank you.]
I'm fucked.
The man who'd become a girl muttered as she stared into the mirror.
Pink hair cascading down to her lower back, pink eyes, and massive tits that looked totally out of place on her petite frame. She was so flashy it was hard to believe any real person could look like this.
Sure, she could pass off the pink hair as dye. But those eyes? No excuse in the world could explain pink fucking eyes.
And check out that body. Short as hell, but with tits so huge it was hard to tell if she was human or a sex doll.
No, fuck, she was a sex doll now. The girl grabbed her face and screamed in anguish.
She'd once been in charge of managing TS Victims at the academy, so she knew exactly what happened to them—and that meant she knew just how fucked she was right now.
She used to fuck those victims up every day at the academy. Now it was her turn to get fucked up!
All TS Victims were shipped off to a facility called the Hope Education Academy right after their transformation. Their opinion didn't matter in the slightest. It was the law.
And there, they forgot everything about their human lives and got trained to be sex slaves. No way that's real? Doesn't matter if it makes sense—the law says so!
The Special Law on Gender Transformation Syndrome had been passed by the National Assembly thirty years ago.
She'd studied it back when she was a trainer at the academy. She didn't need to know anything else—just this one thing.
Once that law passed, TS Victims—girls who'd once been men—lost their status as people. No human rights. Period.
Were they treated like animals? Nope. They were in their own category, not even protected by animal welfare laws.
TS Victims were less than beasts, plain and simple.
And now, she'd become one of those subhuman sex dolls.
"Grrrr...!"
The girl spat out her boiling frustration in a guttural growl and racked her brain. How the hell could she escape this shitshow? Turning back to her old body wasn't an option, of course.
Gender Transformation Syndrome was irreversible once it hit. No cases in the last few decades, and none expected in the next few either.
First things first, I have to avoid the academy at all costs.
Getting sent there was game over. Like the end credits rolling in a movie, or a big fat [GAME OVER] screen in a game.
The good news? Turning into a TS Victim didn't mean instant transport to the academy. Someone had to report you, the cops had to show up and confirm it, and only then did they drag you off like a criminal.
So as long as she didn't get caught—no reports—she'd be fine.
Knock knock.
"Anyone home?"
Fuck, how long had it even been since she'd thought that? The girl swept a hand down her face and cautiously stepped out of the bathroom toward the door. She made sure to muffle her footsteps. From now on, she'd play dead—no point giving away that anyone was home.
She crept up to the door and peered through the peephole. Two people outside: one face she knew all too well.
Han Seol-ah. The sex slave she'd used to relieve some stress yesterday. And next to her was a guy who didn't look too old.
Fuck, so she did have an owner, and it wasn't bullshit? Then why wasn't it marked on her ID collar! As she grumbled to herself, their conversation drifted in.
"This is really the place?"
"You saw the surveillance footage yourself, Master! That shameless bastard heading this way!"
"Jeez... That's why I told you to ditch the old collar. If it'd said you had an owner, you wouldn't have gotten raped."
"But my usual one was missing! I had to sync for the event timer, no choice."
Han Seol-ah turned away with a huff, and her owner scratched his head. They didn't seem like a bad match for an owner and his sex slave, but it spelled disaster for the girl.
Fuck, if that bitch had just worn her collar properly, I wouldn't be in this panic. Fucking idiot... She cursed inwardly, then ducked when the man leaned toward the peephole.
"Hey, maybe no one's home? Hellooo!"
Just fuck off already. The girl prayed under her breath. The man knocked a couple more times, sighed, and said,
"Maybe he's out?"
"Could be. Let's just report it to the cops and grab some food?"
"What happened to wanting to teach him a lesson ourselves instead of calling the police?"
"That's that, and I'm hungry now! Come on!"
"Jeez..."
With that, the presence at the door finally receded.
Only after the sound of footsteps descending the stairs faded completely did the girl lower her hand from her mouth and exhale shakily.
"Haa... Fuck..."
I'm really fucked now. She muttered, messing up her hair. The sex slave and her owner had left, but they'd talked about calling the cops—so getting busted was just a matter of time.
Best to grab what she could and bolt ASAP. She rummaged through the house. Clothes were priority one.
She'd been over 180cm tall before; now she barely cleared 150cm. Her old clothes were comically oversized. Wearing them out would scream "TS Victim here!"
But she had nothing else. She hacked the lengths to something usable and cinched the waists tight. Suspicious as hell, but functional.
Clothes sorted, she grabbed a bag and swept in food—ramen from the pantry, jerky bought for booze snacks, whatever.
She stuffed the bag full and slung it on her back, nearly toppling over. Turning into a sex doll had weakened her too. Fuck.
She didn't stop at food. A kitchen knife about 20cm long, wrapped in newspaper and tucked into her hoodie pocket.
The second the cops nabbed her, she'd be sex slave bound. She had to resist, by any means, if she wanted to stay herself.
No way I'm getting caught. Steel resolve, she stepped out the front door—and immediately backpedaled inside.
"See? Told you I saw him."
"You're the best, Master."
"W-what the hell are you two doing?!"
I definitely heard them going down the stairs? The girl yelled in confusion, but the man casually stomped in place to mimic receding footsteps.
She gaped in dismay, and he shrugged.
"I'm more shocked you'd fall for such a lame trick. Anyway, where's the owner of this place, and why's a girl like you here?"
"That's..."
"Look at her, Master. Total TS Victim vibe."
Pink hair, pink eyes. Han Seol-ah smirked at her.
"Karma's a bitch. You raped me yesterday, and now you're in the same boat? Future sex slave?"
"You fucking...!"
"Ooh, such filthy mouth. See, Master? It's definitely that guy from yesterday."
The girl clenched the knife in her pocket as Han Seol-ah cozied up to her owner. That bitch needs to die.
The man scratched his head, ignoring her clinginess.
"I was just gonna smack you around and call it even, but a TS Victim? Changes things."
"Right! Rape her like she did me!"
"Are you an idiot? Even TS Victims count as human until confirmed."
"Y-yeah! So both of you get out of my house! Before I sue for trespassing!"
"Sue?"
The man snorted. The girl scowled at the laugh.
"What's so funny, asshole?!"
"You, looking like that, threatening to sue? Lucky if you don't get gangbanged the second you're hauled off."
"You...!"
She trembled at his mocking words, but he wasn't wrong. Head to the station for a lawsuit? Instant rapid test, confirmation, and a merry gangbang on the spot.
The man pulled out his phone and said to her,
"I'll hold off on beating your ass, so stay put. Calling the cops—"
"Die!"
But she didn't wait. She yanked the kitchen knife from her pocket and lunged. Less than two meters between them—easy enough even with her sex doll weakness.
Yet as the knife rushed in, the man didn't flinch. He even laughed. Puzzled, she hesitated, and he spoke.
"You're the one who swung first, right?"
"Wha—"
He gripped his phone like he meant to shatter it and swung. His arm outreached the knife; the fist slammed clean into her face.
A dull thwack! echoed as her body lifted off the ground, then crashed to the floor.
"Nice shot, Master!"
"Oops, too hard?"
Against that backdrop, the girl blacked out.
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"Rapid test result: Positive."
By the time she opened her eyes, it was all over.
Cops had swarmed in. One announced the result, and handcuffs snapped onto her wrists.
Lifted off the ground, arms pinned by police on either side, the girl let out a hollow laugh.