The only reaction she had was to raise an eyebrow. "And what’s the problem? What does that have to do with you?"
But Jonathan didn’t fall for it; he kept staring at her, his dry, unshakable gaze fixed intently on her.
They stayed like that, locked in a staring contest, while she tried to look indifferent, as if his gaze didn’t affect her.
But that didn’t last long—she eventually lowered her legs and covered her breasts with her arm. "So what if I’m not wearing anything underneath!? I’m a woman, what’s the problem with that!?"
Jonathan knew it wasn’t strange for a woman not to wear a bra at ho; he knew it could be constricting. The problem was that the shirt she was wearing was made of very thin material, and you could even see the sides of her breasts through the openings at the sides of the shirt.
Besides the fact that she knew very well that he saw her as a woman.
As for the fact that she wasn’t even wearing panties, he didn’t need to say how absurd that was—even if it was sothing so guys did, that was only when they lived alone or with another woman, which didn’t apply to her.
But of course, thanks to the role reversal, everything she did wasn’t really a big deal—just a bit weird.
Seeing her reaction, Jonathan smiled, faintly amused. "Calm down, why are you reacting like that~? And you already know the answer. Rachel told you that’s rude and unhygienic."
"How is it unhygienic if I’m wearing my clothes? That doesn’t even make sense," she said, raising her hands, intentionally not touching on the part about why it was rude.
And Jonathan kept smiling, noticing she hadn’t ntioned the "rude" part—he knew exactly why, since the reason was him.
Rembering that Jonathan’s gaze was still on her, she quickly lowered her arm again, covering her breasts. "Anyway, what do you actually want? Did you co here just to bother or sothing?"
He looked at her silently for a mont before sighing and crossing his arms. "I just ca to say hi since supposedly you were sick earlier and didn’t go to school, but seeing you now, I doubt that." Then he gave her a reproachful look. "You can’t lie to your mom like that. What’s your future boyfriend going to think of you?"
Her face twitched as she threw him an irritated look. "And who the hell is talking about a boyfriend here!? I don’t need one, especially not now, with all that crap about how won are useless and the world would be better without them—all that machinism bullshit."
She turned to the PC, hugging and stroking the case. "Who needs a man? All I need is my baby right here."
"That just sounds like the excuse of a virgin who can’t get anyone." Jonathan smiled, half mocking as he looked at her.
Marianne stiffened for a mont before turning and flipping him off. "Fuck you! So what if I’m a virgin? What’s the problem with that? And you’re a virgin too, you can’t talk crap about !"
Jonathan shrugged, still smiling. "But I’m a man, there’s no problem with being a virgin."
Her face tightened in a scowl for a mont before she finally stood up. "Whatever. If you just ca here to annoy , then get out of my room."
But when she got close enough, Jonathan suddenly frowned, covered his nose, and took a step back. "What’s that sll? Did you not put on deodorant today?"
His words made her freeze for a mont before she quickly sniffed her armpits, but the way her face fell spoke for itself.
That made Jonathan raise an eyebrow as he lowered his hand. "Wait, seriously?" He hadn’t expected to be right.
"Uh... I think my deodorant expired..." she replied in a weak tone, struggling to keep her face from changing with the sheer embarrassnt she felt.
Lightly laughing, Jonathan quickly approached her and pulled her into a hug by the waist, looking down to et her surprised eyes with a faint smile. "Don’t worry, even if no man wants you, I’m willing to take responsibility and take care of you for the rest of my life."
That was one difference between Marianne, Elizabeth, and Rachel: she had the standard height of a woman, 1.65.
She looked at him without reacting for a mont, her head tilted up to et his eyes, her body pressed against his, her heart racing.
But the feeling of her face heating up snapped her back, making her quickly pull away and start shoving him out. "What the hell are you talking about!? Get out!"
She slamd the door shut, her head lowering as she scrunched her face, still feeling a little warm, her heart still racing.
"Hahaha."
She stopped when she heard his laughter from outside as he walked away, making her let out a frustrated groan. "Ugh, why do I feel good about that? I’m the woman in this relationship, not him!" She turned back toward the chair.
But as she walked, her gaze dropped, landing on her nipples, which had beco completely hard from that short interaction. "And you shouldn’t be getting excited, you traitors." She gave her breasts a light slap, making them bounce slightly.
Sulking, she sat back down.
...
[Next day, Night, War Woman Martial Arts Academy]
The place was full of students, totaling forty.
Sounds of grunts, heavy breathing, or moans could be heard every few monts as the students trained.
And yes, most of them were won—of the forty, ten were n, including Jonathan himself.
At that mont, he was sitting on the floor against the wall, resting his forearms on his knees, the back of his neck touching the wall as he watched the practice session in front of him among the students.
It was sparring ti, so on the floor in front of him there were several won grappling in suspicious ways.
Jiu-jitsu was an efficient martial art, but you couldn’t deny it was very gay; gayer than that was only Greco-Roman wrestling.
Anyway, he was waiting for the ones training to finish so he could have his sparring turn along with the others who were also waiting.
"Yo, Jonathan, what happened that made you co here today?"
Extending a hand as he approached and then sitting next to him was a slightly older young man, with a short military-style haircut and a faint smile on his face.
Returning the dap with a light snap, Jonathan greeted him back. "Yo, Mario. I just felt like coming to train, nothing special."
"Really? And here I was thinking you missed ." Mario nudged him with his shoulder, smiling mischievously.
Jonathan didn’t change his expression, keeping his eyes forward. "Nah, you’re too ugly for anyone to miss you. If I missed anyone, it’d be your sister."
But Mario just laughed, shaking his head. "Don’t let her hear you say that, or she’ll get a big head."
Hearing Mario’s reply only made Jonathan sigh internally. ’Unfortunately, mom and sister jokes don’t have the sa effect anymore.’
"By the way, when are you gonna hook up with one of your friends, huh~?" Mario asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Finally glancing sideways, Jonathan slightly turned his head, calmly looking at his short, muscular, and very masculine colleague.
That’s right—this guy, with no feminine mannerisms and who seed extrely straight, was actually gay.
In fact, there’d been a not-so-uncommon incident for Jonathan when they t: Mario thought he was gay too, because of his behavior and haircut.
But as always, he corrected Mario, and as always, Mario didn’t believe him, and as always, it was pretty annoying.
"As I’ve told you before, those two are as straight as I am. One of them even has a girlfriend. The kind of fruit we like to eat until there’s nothing left—you’d puke just imagining touching it with your tongue."
Jonathan’s words imdiately made Mario’s face twist as he did exactly what Jonathan had described. "Ugh, why’d you say that? Now I’m imagining putting a tongue in a va—ugh!"
Jonathan shook his head, turning his gaze back forward, exhaling through his nose, amused by his dramatic colleague.
"But what do you an, ’as straight as you’? I believe your friends are, but to , you’re still a brother with the sa taste," Mario said, fist near his mouth with a slight smile.
Without looking at him, Jonathan simply raised his hand and flipped him off, which only made Mario laugh.
With the two falling silent, it wasn’t long before the ones in front of them finished sparring.
"All right, girls, ti’s up."
Standing nearby, the trainer and owner of the academy clapped her hands as she announced, making the girls get up and step aside.
As one of those waiting, Jonathan stood up, stretching as he went to the edge of the mat.
Stopping in his usual spot, he just waited, stretching his arms until soone appeared in front of him.
"Yo, Maria." He greeted the girl standing before him with a friendly smile.
"Yo, Jonathan." She greeted him back with a similar smile while stretching too.
Like him, wearing a tight black shirt and short shorts, Maria—Mario’s younger sister—was the girl standing before him.
With long brown hair tied in a ponytail instead of short, brown eyes, lightly tanned skin, and a little shorter than him, she was one of the rare cases he’d seen who didn’t act like a guy, though she wasn’t exactly feminine either.
With both finishing their stretches, they bowed to each other and took their stances, imdiately starting the match.
And while they fought silently, with the others around doing the sa, a guy from a nearby pair ended up comnting while looking in their direction. "Is this really okay?" His voice, in a sowhat effeminate tone, asked the other, whom he was applying an arm lock to.
"What? Ah, it’s fine. You just started training here recently, right?" The one applying the move replied casually as he released the technique.
"Yeah, I started two weeks ago, and in the three tis I’ve seen that guy here, he only trained with her." His voice ca out a little muffled from the chokehold he was enduring.
"Don’t worry about that, everyone here is professional and aware, so unless it’s an accident, there won’t be any indecent contact." He replied while adjusting the choke, making him groan in pain. "But I understand what you an, since he’s the only one who always trains with a woman here. There’s a reason for that—it’s because he’s as strong as them."
"Ugh—whatss?"
As he asked with difficulty, the other responded still casually. "Yeah, he’s as strong as a woman, so it’s more appropriate for him to train with soone of equal strength, since it would be very unfair for us, you know?" He asked, smiling faintly, and the other nodded slightly, his face turning red.
And that was the truth. Unlike the other n, who had beco physically weaker than the won, and with the won adopting the n’s strength, Jonathan hadn’t undergone that change. He still had the sa physique from his old world.
In fact, not only that—he was a bit stronger, basically having the strength of a bigger, heavier guy in his 1.80m, 90kg body.
And that was just one of the oddities he had noticed about this world—the fact that his body followed a different logic than the others.
Ti then passed with Jonathan and Maria holding onto each other, applying different moves and techniques, both completely silent with expressionless faces, as if it were routine.
Until it reached a point where Maria tried to apply an arm lock on Jonathan, but he reacted faster, mounting her back and applying a rear-naked choke, his arm against her neck and the other at the back of her head while his legs clung to her torso.
Maria’s head was pressed against the floor as she gritted her teeth, trying to escape by pulling his legs, but Jonathan reacted quickly again and flipped them, ending up with his back against the mat and hers pressed to his chest, preventing her from using her legs.
She continued wriggling against him, trying to escape, but Jonathan calmly maintained the position with his legs and hands until the coach clapped her hands.
"All right, everyone, ti’s up."
At the sound of her voice, Maria imdiately stopped struggling and just let her limbs relax on top of Jonathan. "Ugh." She let out a tired groan.
"What’s wrong, tired already?" Stretching his arms away and covered in sweat, Jonathan smiled faintly as he asked, his head leaning close to her shoulder.
"What do you think? Why the hell did you have to be so strong?" She replied between deep breaths.
"It’s genetics." He then gave a light tap on her shoulder while finally moving his legs. "Co on, get off ."
"Ugh." But instead of moving, she just let out another tired groan while remaining draped over him.
Jonathan didn’t fall for it. "Co on, don’t play dead. Get up."
"Hgnn, I can’t even catch my breath..." She let out a soft groan as she finally stood up—but there was a catch.
As she adjusted her arms and legs to get up, she "accidentally" pushed herself backward while putting in effort, causing her back to press against him and her butt to press against Jonathan’s crotch.
She then straightened up, sitting against him for a brief mont, pressing her butt against his cock and balls harder before quickly standing.
She then stretched, raising her arms with a natural expression on her face as if nothing had happened.
Also not reacting, Jonathan calmly got up, walking toward the water cooler as if nothing had happened.
As he leaned down to drink, his gaze shifted to her, now talking casually with a smile on her face with another girl. ’This little pervert is still using the sa tactic. I wonder when she’ll try to take it further—or is she afraid I might think she’s crossing the line?’
"All right, everyone, co here, gather around."
With the coach calling everyone, Jonathan went over with all the students, standing in front of her.
Coincidentally—or maybe not—Maria appeared, standing right next to him.
As they smiled at each other, their eyes returned to the coach, who started talking about today’s training, thanking everyone and encouraging them to keep working hard. At the end, she asked them to hold hands for the usual farewell ritual, a prayer.
Holding Maria’s hand as the coach’s voice echoed, Jonathan’s mind drifted to what had happened. ’How long has it been? Six months?’
Indeed, it had been exactly six months since these "accidental" touches began between them. At first, it really had been an accident, but since he didn’t react, she never brought it up.
However, she ended up doing it intentionally more tis, and she noticed he didn’t mind—never reacting—so from then on she began taking full liberties.
There was never any discussion about it; he just accepted what she did. After all, why would he complain about a beautiful, hot girl touching him like that?
But in common sense for this world, it was the opposite—Maria was the one who was happy, lucky to be able to touch a handso, hot guy like that.
Since he played the role of the girl and she the guy, he could easily deduce her thoughts and was sure he could have gone further with her, if he weren’t saving himself for Elizabeth.
But that was fine—Maria would eventually have her mont.
’Huh, this is funny every ti I think about it. By this world’s standards, with my desire to make a harem, I’m essentially a slut.’ A faint smile crossed Jonathan’s face—an irrefutable truth in this world.
Opening his eyes slightly, he glanced at Maria, who also smiled with her eyes closed. ’I can almost guess what she’s thinking right now. After all, it’s the thought process of a virgin guy.’
And he was right—for at that mont, Maria was silently thanking for another "successful mission." ’Thank you, God, for letting touch Jonathan’s private parts once again. An.’
Maria knew invoking God’s na for this was wrong, but she felt she couldn’t thank anyone else; only he could create a miracle like this, where a super handso, hot guy like Jonathan didn’t mind her touching him.
Since it began, she felt like she was in so kind of feverish dream, like seeing those porn comics she occasionally read co to life right in front of her.
’And please, let this last for a long ti. I promise I’ll study hard, I even promise to stop watching porn!’ Maria concluded her internal prayer, anxious and expectant about what the future would hold.
She wanted to be realistic, but it was hard not to imagine a future with him, with two kids and a dog.
"...An! That’s all for today, everyone dismissed." The coach ended, clapping as they copied her before finally dismissing them with a wave.
Looking at the back of smiling Maria as she walked away, Jonathan shook his head slightly—for now, he would just wait and see what this girl would do.
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