Chapter 2: Enlistment Ceremony [R-18]

There was no point in dragging things out with this body, which couldn’t even hold a proper job.

Facing this dead-end reality, Kang Seojin scratched his stomach in resignation and hastily chose the earliest possible enlistment date.

Unlike the crowded enlistment applications for men, a TS patient could be processed in just three days, without even needing a physical re-examination.

After all, no one in their right mind would volunteer for this. The training center for TS soldiers seemed to be a facility built within a larger base where regular enlistees were commonly sent.

To prevent religious or biological protests and discrimination, no outsiders were allowed at the enlistment ceremony… and cell phones were prohibited.

“Not like anyone would’ve come for me anyway.”

Time trickled by meaninglessly for Seojin, who had been sprawled out like a starfish, until he was just one day away from enlistment. Frowning, he reviewed the regulations for the special training center he was headed to, a place so different from what he had ever imagined.

“This is fine… this is fine.”

‘All hair on the lower body must be removed.’

“Not my head, but this? What kind of fucking rule is this?”

Seojin sighed and tried to use the razor he had for his beard, but he regretted it instantly.

“…Ah, shit.”

A stinging pain spread from the razor blade, leaving an angry red scratch that looked like it would bleed at any moment. Left with no choice, he grabbed a pair of scissors and switched to just trimming things down.

Did I even need to do this? It’s not like anyone’s going to check. I’ll just do a rough job.

The irritation of his impending enlistment was boiling over.

The next day, it was finally time to go to the military.

It seemed others his age had stayed overnight with their families in the area or arrived in private cars, filled with tender goodbyes. But Seojin, who had taken an express bus down on the day of his enlistment, now stood before the training center.

His heart pounded as he prepared to walk that path alone. But in his changed body, the longer he stood there, the more he felt the furtive glances of the men around him.

He had sent his parents only a single text message, a simple note saying he was enlisting early, with no further explanation.

Swallowing hard, he stepped onto the path.

After a background check for his unusual and special case, Seojin stood on the parade ground. Two regiments were enlisting on the same day, so he was standing alone among roughly two thousand men.

A sudden silence fell.

I lowered my head to avoid the stares. Instead of my feet, my chest filled my vision. The fact that I was different here constricted my entire body.

Fuck, am I the only one?

Thankfully, as time passed, new transferees began to arrive.

Still, that only brought the total to four, including myself.

That was the entire cohort of TS soldiers this time.

As the enlistment ceremony proceeded, the woman… the former man… behind me started whispering, forcing her sharp voice down.

“Hey, isn’t this totally fucking unfair?”

The owner of the voice was a woman with a delinquent-like swagger. Among all the buzz cuts, her bleached blonde hair was messily tied back, and her attitude was just as rough.

“Women don’t even have to go to the army. It’s shitty enough that we changed, but now we have to go to the military without getting an exemption?”

Since I was already glancing back, I saw the woman behind her—an angelic-looking girl with long, ivory-colored hair left down. She blinked her round eyes and kept her mouth shut.

In contrast, the last one to arrive was a girl with a short bob and sharp, cat-like features. She had been hesitant from the moment she arrived, warily scanning her surroundings.

“This is seriously ridiculous. What a fucked-up world. Shit, why do we need proof of identity? Are we men or women when we get discharged?”

The delinquent-like woman threw out the question laced with curses, but no one answered. Not me, not the cat-like girl, not the ivory-haired girl.

“…Ah, shit, someone say something.”

She grumbled in frustration, but there was no one to indulge her.

A brief silence.

Seojin turned his head slightly to glance at the most delicate-looking girl.

The quiet girl didn’t seem to be blaming or angry at anyone. It wasn’t Seojin’s place to worry about others, but the way she seemed to be just mournfully accepting the situation made him feel a bit more concerned.

She was the kind of woman who stirred a strange protective instinct.

“Hey, it’s super obvious you’re not wearing a bra. Your tits are huge.”

The woman directly behind me was the one to shatter the rather sentimental mood.

The delinquent, Yoon Taeyoung, was deliberately singling out Seojin. He flinched.

The truth was, Seojin knew. But women’s underwear was far more expensive than he’d thought, and products that fit his size had to be imported, making them even pricier.

With money being tight, Seojin had figured, I’m enlisting anyway, what’s the point in buying one? and had come to the training center wearing only a black t-shirt.

As a result, however, even under the black shirt, his heavy chest was noticeably swaying with every movement, drawing the attention of those around him.

Seojin finally spoke, his eyes fixed forward, as if he were a ventriloquist.

“Be quiet.”

The men nearby, who were already staring at the TS soldiers with curiosity, seemed to have heard her. He could feel them sneaking glances at him in the front row, getting an eyeful.

“You’re the one who came dressed to turn people on. Wanna see something fun?”

“You know I can’t turn around…”

“Then look to the side.”

Yoon Taeyoung. The delinquent-like girl shot a playful smile at the men in the adjacent row. A few of them seemed to have met her gaze.

With a smirk, she slowly undid another button on her already loose shirt.

“Wow, it’s so fucking hot.”

She blew out a breath and fanned the inside of her shirt.

The men’s eyes were met with a view of healthy, slightly tanned skin and a leopard-print bra.

Her moderately large, firm breasts swayed softly, and the men’s reactions were starkly divided.

Some hastily averted their eyes, pretending not to have seen, while others stared wide-eyed, their faces flushing as they froze, visibly aroused. The worst ones sent perverted, dark gazes her way, raking their eyes over her body.

Yoon Taeyoung laughed lightly, as if enjoying their reactions.

“What, you scared?”

What the hell is with this girl?

Taeyoung continued to wink slyly. Murmurs rippled through the nearby ranks.

To think this would be the atmosphere on the very first day at the training center.

He could feel the heated stares of the men beside him, anticipating what kind of show might unfold next.

Seojin tried his best to ignore the stares, his body tensing up. The truth was, he had no tolerance for this kind of situation either, and he unconsciously squeezed his thighs together.

Instead of the dick that no longer stood, a strange, tingling sensation spread through his insides. But he forced the feeling down and stared straight ahead.

“Might as well have some fun with it since we’ve already changed,” Yoon Taeyoung said with a vulgar laugh.

Seojin decided to stop thinking about her and tried to focus on the long speech droning on under the scorching sun. A stream of platitudes, advice, and commands flowed from the shaded podium, while the people on the parade ground grew weary from the heat.

Seojin could feel sweat pooling on his face and between his breasts.

It was then.

As if on cue, the fragile-looking girl behind him collapsed with a thud.

“Heatstroke?”

A drill instructor who had been on standby at the far end quickly carried her inside. Perhaps because of the commotion, the enlistment ceremony proceeded for only a little longer before concluding.

While the other soldiers gathered according to their specializations, the TS soldiers were moved separately. They were issued their gear and instructed to put all their civilian clothes into a basket and change.

While Seojin and the short-haired girl, Woo Hyunjin, hesitated, Taeyoung stripped off her clothes first, moving with a brazen confidence.

The other two soon began to change naturally as well, but Seojin felt strange undressing in front of the solidly built drill instructor. If he thought of him as just another man, it should have been nothing, but for the current Seojin, it felt utterly wrong.

Just then, the drill instructor’s gaze fell on Seojin. Seeing the man’s beckoning finger, Seojin felt a wave of panic. He was already completely naked; it was a bit much to go anywhere in this state.

Hesitantly, he covered his nipples and crotch with his arms and stood before him. He kept his eyes fixed on the tips of the man’s boots, waiting for his orders.

“Why didn’t you shave?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the drill instructor grabbed the arm covering Seojin’s crotch and poured a cup of water from the desk over the area.

“Ngh…!”

Startled by the sudden drenching, Seojin clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from making a sound.

The drill instructor sighed. “Tsk, you’re a handful,” he said with a mocking tone.

In his hand was a women’s epilator.

To remove the short, scissor-trimmed hair, he began to roughly soap the wet area with the bar attached to the device.

“Well, now. Why are you flinching? If you’re going to clench, clench tight.”

The drill instructor’s finger brushed lightly against Seojin’s vulva.

An intense jolt shot through Seojin, and his body twitched in response, but he gritted his teeth, hating the idea of the other two seeing him like this even more.

Then the drill instructor’s hand stopped, and suddenly, one of his thick fingers pushed inside her.

“Stay still. You’ll get hurt.”

Making no effort to hide his intentions, the drill instructor pushed his finger deeper while his thumb pinned the flesh above, holding her in place.

Seojin covered his mouth with the hand that had been shielding his crotch, his body instinctively clenching in resistance, but the drill instructor’s hand refused to budge from its fixed position.

The soft flesh around the intrusion gave way, and Seojin’s body twitched from the intense stimulation. The drill instructor quickly finished the hair removal, poured more water over her, and then pulled his finger out, bringing it to his own mouth to suck.

“I’ll see you later.”

With those words, he tossed her an issued towel and gave her a lewd smile.

Seojin had no choice but to take the towel and meekly wipe the puddle on the floor and the inside of her lower body.

Powerless before the drill instructor, as she wiped the wetness from her private parts with the towel, she came to a horrifying realization.

It wasn’t just from the water.

And the drill instructor in front of her knew it, too.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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