Reporting for Duty (1)
It was one week before graduation from artillery school, right after the command practicum—a week-long stint at the unit I'd be transferring to. My instructor called me into his office alone, sat me down at his small desk, and handed me a cup of mixed coffee instant as he brought up my upcoming assignment.
"Jaejun, you know the unit you're transferring to is right on the front lines in Gangwon-do, yeah?"
"Yes, Instructor... I know."
I wasn't thrilled about heading to remote Gangwon-do, far from my hometown in Seoul, and hearing him emphasize "front-line Gangwon-do" again only made it worse. That's when he gave me a strange look and made an unexpected proposal.
"That's why... there's this pilot program the Ministry of National Defense is pushing. If you join, you could go to Gyeonggi-do instead of Gangwon-do. What do you think?"
"Really? What kind of pilot program...?"
I perked up at the chance to escape the middle of nowhere in Gangwon's mountains and pressed for details. He looked like he'd expected my reaction, leaning forward slightly as he explained.
"You know how there's been all this noise lately in the military and society about operating mixed-gender units?"
"Yes, I know."
"So, as a test run, they're planning to transfer some of the new officers commissioning from each branch to opposite-gender units..."
To sum it up, my instructor was offering me not just a way out of Gangwon's backwoods, but—for a total loner like me—a chance to live in a unit full of women.
"I'll do it! I really want to!"
"Good, good. I'll report it to the higher-ups today, so your assignment should change by tomorrow."
No sane, non-idiot would turn down such a sweet deal. I nodded eagerly, declaring I'd join the pilot program, and he smiled like he'd known I would.
Just like that, my posting changed from a Gangwon-do mountain outpost to an all-female artillery battalion somewhere in Gyeonggi-do.
A moment ago, the captain instructor and second lieutenant trainee had been talking in the office when another man with captain rank insignia walked in. He wiped sweat from his brow and spoke to the instructor, who was tapping away at his keyboard.
"Ah! Senior, you already picked the second lieutenant for the women's unit?"
"Yeah, just brought him in, talked it over, and got his agreement."
"Who is it?"
"Second Lieutenant Kim Jaejun."
"Ah~ that guy... His grades are pretty good, but why him over the other second lieutenants?"
"He seems like a total loner."
"Pardon?"
"Looked like a virgin at first glance. That's the kind of guy who won't cause trouble in a women's unit, right?"
"But aren't those types the ones who go wilder? Heh."
"Eh, it'll work out..."
After graduating from artillery school, I spent four days on leave at my parents' place in Seoul before heading to a military base in Gyeonggi-do. With just the bare minimum luggage for daily life, I arrived at the designated spot on Sunday evening as instructed. There, already waiting, was a female second lieutenant I only knew by face.
Her striking features stood out even under light makeup, paired with a voluptuous figure that her fatigues couldn't hide. She was holding her carry-on, waiting for someone.
Damn, she's gorgeous.
Even compared to the stunning domestic and foreign servicewomen photos that popped up online now and then, she held her own. I approached, inwardly impressed.
Clomp, clomp. When our distance shrank to less than five meters, she heard my combat boots on the asphalt and turned toward me. Spotting a male second lieutenant near the women's unit, she looked a bit flustered and puzzled. Soon, she spoke first, assuming I'd come to the wrong place.
"Um... looks like you might be in the wrong spot... This is the women's battalion."
"Ah, I'm one of the subjects for the 'Mixed-Gender Unit Pilot Program'..."
"Ah! I see! But it's our battalion?"
Dropping the program name casually confirmed I'd come to the right place, and her guarded expression melted away. I quickly glanced at the name tag bulging over her ample chest and greeted her.
"I'm Kim Jaejun, assigned as forward observer platoon leader for 3rd Battery."
"I'm Yoo Minju, heading to 2nd Battery as forward observer platoon leader. We're same-year peers who'll suffer together from now on—wanna drop the formalities?"
She shook my outstretched hand without hesitation and suggested we speak casually like peers. I smiled faintly and said sure. Minju, who seemed naturally sociable, immediately started firing questions.
"Whoa... Jaejun, you're huge. How tall?"
"196 cm."
"Heeey... 30 cm taller than me?"
She looked up at me— a full head and a half taller—with admiration. Her reaction made me feel good but a bit embarrassed. That's when a cat-like woman in short leggings and a thin windbreaker approached us.
"You two the second lieutenants transferring to XXX Artillery Battalion? I'm your first-year senior. Follow me."
"Yes, ma'am!"
We both replied in unison to the woman who'd introduced herself as our senior and followed her toward the apartments. On the way to the apartments, I struggled not to stare at the apple hips of First Lieutenant Kim Somi, who'd named herself as 1st Battery forward observer platoon leader. Finally, we reached a pretty nice-looking apartment building.
She directed Minju to a second-floor unit and me to one on the third, then suggested we eat dinner at her place that evening and told us to come up to the fourth floor soon before heading up the stairs.
Unable to say no to our senior, Minju and I dropped our bags at our respective places, kept our fatigues on, and followed her to the fourth floor. In her slightly cramped living room with an attached bedroom, she was fiddling with a delivery app and asked,
"You guys like chicken?"
"Yes! Love it!"
The two second lieutenants answered affirmatively before she even finished. And so, chicken became our dinner.
Maybe because it was Gyeonggi-do, the chicken arrived in just ten minutes. We three sat around the small table laden with it. The awkward air from being strangers lingered only briefly; once we cracked open the beer we'd ordered with it, the mood lightened right up.
But alcohol brought one side effect for me...
"You guys came to a great unit. My peers are all stuck on the front lines, bitching about wanting to go AWOL every day. Here, you can head straight to Seoul after work."
"Really? My other peers were so jealous!"
Somi senior touted the geopolitical perks of being in Gyeonggi-do, her eyes sparkling as Minju chimed in eagerly. Meanwhile, I sipped beer from a paper cup, my eyes darting busily.
My gaze was locked on First Lieutenant Somi, seated to my left front. Her short leggings, which reached mid-thigh standing, had ridden up as she sat, exposing most of her firm thighs—and even the outline of her most private area.
Her plump mound, with a clear vertical cleft like a peach split down the middle. Gulp, gulp. The lewd—no, downright tantalizing—sight made my throat burn; I downed beer after beer stealing glances.
Even as I tilted my head back to empty my cup, my eyes stole peeks at her bountiful chest—at least F-cups. The thin, clinging T-shirt clearly showed her sports bra outline, packed with luscious tits. Her breasts exuded the same seductive allure as her lower half. As I secretly admired them, my cock—which had been acting suspicious—began to stir.
Minju, my future peer, was one thing, but I couldn't let myself get caught erect staring at a senior I'd just met. In a panic, I pressed my left hand between my legs, crushing my crotch with my forearm.
But my fully erect '26 cm'—bigger than most black guys—ignored the pressure and started pitching a tent.
How do I handle this? My mind raced. That's when Somi senior, mid-chat with Minju, turned her eyes to me.
"I've been talking only to Minju with Jaejun right here—sorry?"
"N-no, it's fine, Senior..."
No time for other ideas, I'd shoved my bulging cock against my left thigh with both hands to conceal it. Replying like that, she smiled brightly and started questioning me in earnest.
"Anyway~ Did you volunteer for this 'Mixed-Gender Unit Pilot Program'?"
"Yes, that's... right."
As I answered her question about how I'd ended up at the women's battalion, she leaned forward slightly. Her loose T-shirt gaped, flashing the top of her cleavage right into my view.
Along with a lewd throbbing against my forearm.
This was the first crisis to hit me, a newbie second lieutenant who hadn't even reported in yet.