A Rough Transition: A TS Tale in Another World - Chapter 3.1

The penis I looked up at felt utterly foreign.

The slit at the tip of the glans resembled a gun barrel.

It was clear that whatever came out of it would land squarely on my body or face, making it all the more unsettling.

“Don’t come any closer!”

This is your final warning.

Do you think I’m going to cower like some scared little girl and beg for my life?

Not a chance.

…I’ll bite down mercilessly and turn you into a eunuch!!

“My bride!”

Ugh.

The old man, well past the age of such theatrics, approached me with a sickeningly sweet voice.

It sent chills down my spine.

The fact that he could act so carefree meant he wasn’t worried about resistance, and that spurred me to fight back immediately.

But…

“Ugh… gah…!?”

I was subdued with ease.

To be precise, the moment he grabbed my arm, I realized the sheer difference in strength, and all the energy drained from my body.

It felt like the air in my lungs was suddenly sucked out, and sweat began to seep from my skin, as if I had just been plunged into water.

This was a first for me.

I had never been overpowered by someone with a much larger build.

As a sturdy man standing 188 cm tall and weighing 88 kg, I had never experienced this feeling in my life.

No matter how much I struggled with all my strength, I couldn’t break free from the old man’s grip.

“Haah, my bride!”

Even the hairy old man was sweating, seemingly exerting himself.

Sure, pinning down a thrashing person isn’t exactly easy.

I felt a fleeting sense of hope—until suddenly, the pressure holding me down intensified.

“Ugh!?”

He wasn’t tired—he was aroused?!

The realization made my pride crumble, and I was on the verge of tears.

Even in this dire situation, the fact that my desperate struggle only came across as an endearing gesture enraged the man inside me, Kang Si-hyun.

“You disgusting hairy bastard, get off me!”

Drawing strength from deep within, I shouted as I pushed back against the old man with everything I had.

I’ve had training for situations like this, after all.

“I’m Kang Si-hyun, an elite soldier!”

“Ugh!?”

The old man, however, simply pinned me down, using his full weight to press against me.

“Ahh!?”

Unable to withstand the nearly 100 kilograms of body press, the back of my head slammed against the floor, leaving me momentarily stunned.

“Damn it! Get off me!”

The old man pressed his crotch against my skin and didn’t move.

I wanted to die.

If I could turn back time, I would start everything over from the beginning.

Now that I think about it, what kind of special training did I, an ordinary infantryman, really have that would allow me to overpower someone twice my size?

The only “skills” I could recall were the amateur fighting techniques I picked up from watching UFC with my juniors.

Not that I ever hit them or anything.

Aside from a few issues caused by my foul mouth, my military service had been relatively smooth.

That is, until I reincarnated as a sexy hot girl, only to end up pinned under a hairy old man grinding himself against me.

“Sir, seriously, this is absolute bullshit. Could you just get off me?”

The old man didn’t answer. Instead, he began sucking on my neck.

Fine. Go ahead, suck away.

I decided to take a short break to conserve my strength.

In the meantime, the old man started grinding himself against my thigh while grabbing my breasts with his hands.

A strange heat rose from around my waist.

It was irritating and embarrassing.

Here was a grown man, wearing a lewd expression, shamelessly groping my breasts.

Breasts I hadn’t even gotten the chance to touch myself—well, except for earlier, but that doesn’t count.

“Let’s kiss nicely.”

“I told you to cut that crap.”

This bastard seems to think I’m staying still because I’m okay with it.

“I even like your angry face,” he said, tightening his grip on my breasts.

What is this ticklish, frustrating sensation?

As far as I know, women with large breasts aren’t supposed to feel much there.

The last thing I wanted to consider was the possibility that I might actually be feeling something from this groping.

[Achievement Unlocked: Sensitive-Breasted Female]

Are you kidding me?

Realizing I couldn’t win through brute force, I decided to wait for the right moment to escape.

What if I landed one more precise kick to his balls?

I glanced downward.

I couldn’t see anything because of my oversized breasts.

When I subtly shifted my legs, I unintentionally rubbed his crotch with my thigh, causing the old man to moan.

“Ohhh!”

I missed my girlfriend more than ever. Her face and everything about her were still vividly clear in my mind.

If I had my gun in hand right now, I wouldn’t miss this.

The old man, like a beast obsessed with claiming a female, was frantically sucking on my neck and breasts. His low, guttural moans filled the air as he grunted in excitement.

No matter how hard I fought, I couldn’t break free from his hold.

My back scraped against the floor, leaving me sore and in pain with no sign of a way out.

“Ugh, ow…!”

Because of the old man’s repeated, clumsy attempts at thrusting, my head kept banging against the wall.

“Stop it.”

Thud. Thud.

“I said stop it, it hurts!”

Clutching my head with my hands, I shouted, and the old man momentarily stopped pinning me down, staring blankly at me.

“…Seriously, damn it.

Even a virgin wouldn’t do it that poorly. Do you think that’s how it works?”

I tried to slip away to the side like a snake, but the hairy old man wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me right back.

“Let go! I told you I’m not going to be your bride!”

“I… I’ll try harder! I’ll do whatever it takes to put it in! Don’t leave me, my bride!”

“Who the hell is your bride?! Stop trying so hard for something like that!”

The old man, giving up on penetration, began rubbing his stiffened penis against my backside.

He then moved on to relentless groping.

Trapping me in his thick arms so I couldn’t move, he began kneading my breasts.

This was maddening in its own way.