A large room.
Beds that can sleep four men and women.
A small storage box for possessions.
Four closets filled with common Izul person clothes for changing.
The room is quite spacious.
It has been expanded to an unimaginable size from the outside using Space Magic.
Why am I in this strange large room?
And why am I with three other unfamiliar men and women?
It’s because I got caught up in something called “isekai ten’i” (transfer to another world) from fiction.
Why me? I thought.
But I was different from others since I could remember.
At first, I thought I was chosen for that reason.
However, after getting to know the three people in my room, other victims of isekai ten’i, and hearing their stories.
Ah, I realized I was simply… randomly transferred to this world.
I was disappointed. I thought I was different.
That’s why I was chosen.
If I could return to my original world, I would have had so many stories to tell my girlfriend, XXX.
“Mornin’.”
“Good morning♪”
“Good morning.”
I’ve gotten used to waking up almost like it’s my last will.
I change in the closet.
It’s a sub-space larger than a fitting room.
Truly, how convenient and useful this other world is.
My body is getting stiff. If this continues, I’ll get chubby.
XXX from my original world will hate me!
After changing.
We chatted, wondering if today’s training would be the same.
Lately, we talk less about our original world.
Everyone has a faint feeling that we won’t be able to go back.
We’re trying our best to act cheerful so as not to remember sad things.
I’m going along with that. But I haven’t given up on returning to my original world.
There must be others who think like me.
The three people in this room have given up.
In the middle of the night.
I’ve heard someone crying out a name and sobbing many times.
Knock, knock.
“It’s time for breakfast. Is everyone awake?”
“Yes, we’re awake. Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
The man in charge of taking care of us has arrived.
We eat breakfast together in the cafeteria.
Surveillance. We are only free during breaks in training and within the large room.
When I go to the restroom, I sometimes feel eyes on me, even though I know no one should be there.
Is it magic surveillance? Or surveillance by familiars?
We return to our room with unsteady steps, feeling uneasy about being watched on our trips to the restroom.
Training, etc.
“Now, close your eyes. Defend yourselves from the magic approaching you.”
“Yes.”
“Tremble,
“Ugh… Hii… Uuu…”
After breakfast.
In the classroom, we train to increase our magic resistance.
Fear. Resisting fear.
It’s scary. It’s unsettling.
We endure until our instructor dispels the fear-inflicting magic, so we don’t vomit our breakfast.
“Alright, that’s enough.”
“…Ugh, hah, hah, hah.”
As if the tension snapped, we collapsed onto our desks.
We repeatedly took deep breaths, trying to draw fresh air into our bodies.
Next is physical training.
While casting body enhancement magic.
We run continuously around the training grounds.
Our instructor monitors us from the air with flight magic.
Using wind magic, he stays right by our side.
“You’re lagging.” “Pick up the pace.”
Even though he’s not running himself, I continue to run.
Non-stop until noon.
The other person and I managed to finish at a moderate pace.
The remaining two were with the instructor.
During tomorrow’s lecture,
they will probably face some kind of penalty.
Finally, our physical strength gave out, and we collapsed onto the ground.
We, the two of us, offered our hands to the other two.
Then we had lunch again in the cafeteria.
In the afternoon, it’s close combat.
We spar with clay dolls created by our instructor… called golems.
You don’t die, but.
You get thoroughly beaten up.
Lately, however, I can finally defeat them.
If it’s one-on-one.
“Today, we have four of them.”
“Yes…”
Thwack, Thump, Smash, Thwack.
We get kicked. We get punched.
The golems, which at some point appeared behind or to our sides.
In the ass. The back of the head. The side.
They attack from painful angles.
Because the instructor is controlling them.
The instructor has a truly terrible personality.
Until dinner.
We were simply battered.
“Today’s training ends here.”
“Th-thank you… we… were…”
My mouth is bitter with dirt and blood.
Cleansing magic can remove dirt from clothes and bodies, but.
It doesn’t heal scrapes.
The taste of dinner was iron.
“C-congratulations on your hard work.”
“Mhm, go to bed early to prepare for tomorrow.”
After dinner.
We parted ways with the instructor at the main gate of the mixed-gender dormitory for us transfers.
I’m battered today.
We lightly treated each other’s injuries.
And went to sleep quickly.
Several days later.
It was training as usual, but.
Something felt strangely off.
The instructor started peeking at our training more often.
We badmouth the instructor, but.
He shouldn’t have found out.
I finished training, wondering if we were being compared to other transfers.
A few more days later.
The instructor was ashen from the morning. Is he sick?
Even so, the lectures and magic power are the same as always.
We suffered. Today, we were inflicted with indignation,
and my composure was about to break, which was dangerous.
“Th-that’s all for today’s training. We’ll have rigorous training again tomorrow.”
“Y-yes.”
The instructor’s training content became stricter.
Has our involvement in a war called a Holy War begun sooner?
He’s quite flustered.
I, just like the others.
I’ve started investigating why the instructor is acting strange.
If I move together with others, I’ll stand out.
I’ve held back from consulting with anyone until now, thinking I could be saved even if I were found out.
Whisper, whisper, whisper. Whisper, whisper, whisper.
The date the instructor started acting strange overlaps.
The period when he started training us transfers more rigorously is also the same time.
Did someone do something?
“Was it because someone was caught trying to escape?”
“Did we say something that touched on the instructor’s unrequited love?”
No one has heard of any of our kind (transfers) disappearing yet.
But something has happened.
Whisper, whisper. Whisper, whisper.
In the end, we couldn’t reach a conclusion.
It remained speculation, inference.
For the past few days, we’ve only trained with this vague feeling of unease.
Then, the incident happened.
I got caught up in the incident.
“No way…”
“Too bad♪ You were exactly to my taste, you creepy thing♪”
“What! D-did you… I’ve never even met you, have I?”
Some instructor or other.
He cornered me in an unused storage warehouse at the dormitory.
How did he find out I was a girl?!
Even the three people in my room didn’t notice…
“Heh heh, sorry♪ It’s an order from the higher-ups. Some of you are subject to disposal (….).♪”
“Di-disposal? I believed that word because…”‘
“Yes. That’s right.”
I won’t be disposed of.
Yet now I’m in a critical situation.
The man has no intention of letting me go.
He seems to want some kind of cooperation from me.
I could tell from his lecherous gaze, which roamed over my body.
It’s disgusting.
“Living your life always disguised as a man. You must be someone who entered the wrong vessel, huh~~♪ Do you have a girlfriend, perhaps, in your original world? I’d like to hear about her~~♪?”
“…”
“That reaction~, it’s spot on, isn’t it~~♪ Tonight, I’m lucky~~♪”
What kind of man is he?
He even guessed about XXX from my original world.
Is he an esper (mind-reader)?
“I don’t know what you want me to do!? But you think I’ll just obediently do as you say…”
“Mhm mhm, I like that reaction~~♪”
The man came closer to me.
He drove me deeper into the warehouse.
I had no escape.
And was forcibly pushed to the floor.
“G-grrr…”
I strengthened my body with the body enhancement I learned in this world, but.
The man was stronger. The martial arts (self-defense) I used to defeat thugs who bothered XXX in my original world were completely useless.
“I aimed for your vital points! Why!?”
“Heh heh, I’m strongest against women~~♪”
Shiver shiver.
The man’s word “strongest” made my body react excessively, giving me goosebumps.
This man is seriously dangerous.
It’s not a matter of gender or race.
Click. Click, click.
The man unbuckled my belt.
He lowered them to below my knees, taking away my freedom to move my legs.
The man also unbuckled his belt.
He tied one of my hands to one of the shelves in the storage.
He grabbed my other hand with his own.
He showed me his penis… the same kind of penis that I cannot have children with XXX… and attempted to rape me.
“D-disgusting thing! Someone! Aaaaah!”
“Fuhaha, I’ve set up a soundproof and shock-resistant barrier here♪ No matter how much you scream or struggle, no one will come until morning♪♪ Now, why don’t we enjoy one night… no, every night… no, no♪♪ Every day, all year round♪!!”
AAAAAAAHHHHHH…..!!!
