episode_0033

“From now on, new students should each move following the instructor standing at the front of their line.”

After the entrance ceremony was completed successfully, the instructors, following the principal’s instructions, guided the cadets to what facilities were available inside the academy and took them around to get supplies.

This is something I learned naturally as I walked around like a duckling following its mother duck, but this place had everything I needed.

The theory classroom and discussion hall were large enough to accommodate over 100 people, the parade ground and physical training room were well-equipped with various training tools, and the vast outdoor training area, which seemed to have been designed with battalion-scale training in mind, had various terrains. Since the features were implemented, it seemed like practical training could be conducted.

In addition, the indoor/outdoor shooting range was neatly organized, and in the medical unit, military doctors were on standby with the latest (20th century standards) surgical tools and medicines, and the weapons development room and testing room… were kept inside, possibly due to security issues. I couldn’t go in, but the view from the outside was nice enough.

I can’t leave out the story of the restaurant that provides meals worthy of the dignity of a reserve officer, the Korean military’s PX, something a bit unreasonable, and the magic sparring room that I, who have a null magic stat, will never use. I was purely amazed by this rich composition.

“This is what the military academy looks like… I only saw it in pictures, but it’s even grander in person.”

There is a reason why I can’t help but admire this. I came to this world and pledged to be a soldier, but paradoxically, in the original world, I was a civilian who had never served in the military.

Then, some people might ask how I did my military service. My answer is this: Why should I, who was born an ‘honorary Aryan’ who was far superior to others, have to shed blood, sweat, and tears in a pig pen with ‘inferior colored races’?

By coincidence, I was born with an appearance that was clearly distinct from that of Asians, a sturdy physique, and a brilliant mind, although I was not of mixed white race. Since childhood, I had been reluctant to go to the military for ‘racial reasons’, and became a permanent resident of the United States in New York. I avoided military service by settling in. There was nothing to regret as the goal was to permanently and completely give up being a Korean and acquire American citizenship.

The Fuhrer, my dear father whom I adore, had a past in which he refused to become a soldier of the ‘racially polluted’ Austro-Hungarian Empire and came to the German Empire ruled by Wilhelm II to become a liaison soldier, without any sense of guilt. I simply refused to follow in the footsteps of my dear father, His Excellency the President, and become a member of the Korean military ‘composed of inferior races’, so there is no reason to feel guilty.

I am confident that what I experienced in the United States will be of great help in living here. If I had stayed in Korea, I would have just tinkered with the K2 rifle, which I don’t know how many hands it has passed through. In the United States, which guarantees an individual’s right to own firearms more thoroughly than any other country, they can handle guns that are much better than the K2. Because I was able to do it. And that was in a much better environment than the Korean military barracks.

” Considering that it is the 20th century, I think this place is much better than the Korean military barracks shown in the news article…”

First of all, because I looked like a woman, regardless of the gender engraved in my soul, I followed a female instructor and was able to receive additional supplies that were not provided to male soldiers. Things like women’s underwear and sanitary napkins. Aside from the underwear that was much larger than the size provided to female classmates, I had mixed feelings when I received the military-issued sanitary pads.

“Ha… Fuck… The day is coming when I, a man… get sanitary pads…”

At least ten months from now, thanks to Winter, I won’t have to use sanitary pads, but my period will start some time after giving birth to Winter, so I’ll be wearing this piece of cloth around my crotch at that time. Just because you don’t like menstruation doesn’t mean you can have a new baby in your stomach at the same time you give birth.

…Considering the obsession that Elysia has shown me so far, the problem is that I cannot say for certain that there is no possibility of her sticking her dick into me while I am lying on the delivery room bed after giving birth, turning me into a baby factory that gives birth once every ten months. It’s a problem if it’s ramen.

After the supply distribution period was over, each student was given time to go to the accommodation assigned to them according to their entrance scores and pack up their belongings.

Looking at the atmosphere, it didn’t seem like any training or theory study would proceed after this. Originally, it was a national rule not to teach classes on the first day, and since it took a considerable amount of time just to look around the internal facilities and receive supplies after the entrance ceremony, it was realistically difficult to do anything meaningful during the little time left until tomorrow. The instructors probably know this too.

The bedroom assigned to me was not as luxurious as the bedroom on the cruise ship that I had used when traveling from Stettin to Leningrad, but it was a double room that gave an overall neat impression, including a bed with a flawless white blanket. Once again, it was not a single room with guaranteed privacy, but a double room where you had to share your daily life with a roommate.

“Elysia…? Are you here too? They said they would allocate accommodations in order of grades… There is no way that we could share the same bedroom as we have quite different grades.”

I said that to Elysia, who came in after me carrying her luggage. It goes without saying, but my intelligence stat score was A, so my entrance score was much higher than Elysia, whose intelligence stat was only C+.

Then, Elysia looked at me like she was looking at someone who was good at school but was incompetent in real life, and gave me a realization.

“Oh my… Paula. You know that? My family has a lot of money and is powerful. If you ask to be allowed to share the same bedroom as you, an honors student, you will be able to receive such a clean honeymoon room.”

“It would be nice to have a lot of money and power in the family. We don’t have anything like that at home.”

When I made a little sarcasm about Elysia’s abuse of power, she put her luggage on the floor, grabbed my chin with her fingers, turned me sideways to look at her face, and said:

“So are you upset? Are you jealous? There’s no need for that. I don’t know when that will happen, but once you and I get officially married, from then on you will be part of our family and will have access to our family’s enormous wealth.”

It was a word that made the faces of those who heard it heat up with anger.

“Ugh…! Ah, a wedding… Are you saying that there is a country in the world that legally protects same-sex marriage?”

“The law cannot stand between us. The same goes for religion and people’s perceptions. If you say you like it, I have the confidence to quit military school right now and get married with you.”

Even the fact that the sun was still up in the sky didn’t seem to be an obstacle to Elysia, as she pushed me toward the bed (I happened to notice that I had left the box of sanitary pads I received as a supply on the table next to the bed, so I stepped on them) and threw me down on top of her. He continued speaking.

“Think carefully. It’s in your belly to officially marry me… Did you say your birth name is winter? Anyway, it will be good for the baby in the womb. If you don’t do that, the child will be labeled as an illegitimate child.”

“Do you really have to say that while throwing me down on the bed…? There’s still time left until night… don’t do this…”

“No! From now on, our winter is going to have messy sex with her mom. Shouldn’t we be thankful that they didn’t mess with us so that we could get through the entrance ceremony safely in the first place? Do you know how hard it was for me to resist wanting to strip you and fuck you on the spot?”

Ah… ah… somehow. Our winter has been able to spend a peaceful time without any problems thanks to my father(?)’s consideration of me in his own interests.

I know better than anyone else, having experienced it myself, that winter is when dad(?) has a strong sexual desire. If I had suppressed my overflowing desires, which could almost be called the embodiment of my sexual desires, throughout the entrance ceremony, and burst them all at once as soon as I entered the bedroom where I could make love without being disturbed by others… I wonder if I could handle that… Ha, ha. Ugh?!

I cried out, twisting my waist slightly as I felt Elysia’s hand caressing my chest through my cadet uniform. If I tell you, people will say things like, ‘What can you do now, you whore?’, but I don’t want to be in pain.

“Well, the bruises on that side of the breast haven’t gone away yet… But, if you’re going to touch it… touch it… gently… ”

“Do you want me to touch you gently? If the bruise really hurts, shouldn’t I ask them not to touch it? Let’s say I’m squeezing your baby’s breast right now and the milk is gushing out, and tell me just one thing you can do to stop it. Then I will do you a favor.”

Is this really what happens? It’s too much. You’re doing this because you know I can’t resist at all against a woman like me.

“If you’re going to violate me like this… at least draw a curtain on the window… check again if the door is properly locked…”

No matter how much I thought about it, I could not come up with the right answer to the quiz presented by Elysia, so I made a request to protect my dignity as a human being, and fortunately, this request was accepted.

“Mom Winter, wait a moment. I’ll close the curtains and lock the door tightly.”

As I watched Elysia’s back as she lowered her face as if she was going to pounce on my lips at any moment and ran out quickly, darkening the room, I accepted the fate of being picked on by her from the day of the entrance ceremony.