Gacha Addict in a Matriarchal World

Chapter 177: Even In The Tiger's Den, If You Stay Calm... (3)

Personally, I think the genre of gender reversal is a very demanding one for authors.

If the sexual desires of men and women are switched, how far does it change, should the gender ratio also be altered, and how far can the genre be extended with the sole theme of gender reversal.

Issues related to pregnancy or childbirth, whether a woman looks too much like a sex-crazed criminal, or if a man seems too gay.

The presence or absence of a hymen in a self-indulgent heroine, how much the protagonist maintains their values from a previous life, whether they take the path of enjoyment or the path of despair.

There are really many issues beyond that.

Because it’s a genre that touches the deeply ingrained values in our minds without us realizing, it’s important to take the lead.

Does it really need to change this much? Even if it’s a gender reversal, this feels uncomfortable. Is this really a concept that corresponds one-to-one?

It’s easy to get stuck on the obvious parts, and if you try to break through with forced settings, you’ll end up being crushed by the settings you’ve built and the development will stall.

That’s why they say it’s a genre where the author needs to be diligent. I wasn’t just crafting settings for no reason.

Well, that doesn’t mean other genres are written without any thought, of course.

Because both the author and the reader take the obvious parts for granted, development and characters become even more crucial.

But gender reversal… If you look broadly, there’s a fatal flaw in the genre of changing worldviews on a fundamental level.

There is an absolute lack of works to refer to.

This is almost the fate of any minor genre. Why did I vow to start a male role reversal boom with such enthusiasm?

Because there were no male role reversal novels to devour…!

Though I’m here exploring dungeons for some reason, a corner of my mind still holds on to my aspirations as a writer, scribbling something every night.

…Though the introduction was a bit long, if you ask what I really want to say, the gist is this.

A gender reversal doesn’t necessarily have to be femdom.

“So? What is your preference, Miss Eve? Do you want to completely crush me? Like you did to this doll!”

“Please stop…!”

The green pill bug…no, Eve, curled up on the floor, trembles and squeezes her voice out.

But that doesn’t mean I plan to stop. This fun toy…or rather, the sight of an honest Eve, isn’t this practically the first time?

“Oh dear. If you can use that level of water magic in a place without water, doesn’t that mean you at least went all the way once? Using me as a side dish.”

“Gasp!”

“Isn’t it natural to be curious about what kind of state I was in inside Eve’s head?”

“I-I wasn’t thinking anything weird!”

“Hmm. Have you ever thought that it’s strange to use me as a model for such lewd fantasies? Let’s see… How old am I now…”

“…!”

Eve, frozen like a criminal caught with decisive evidence. Slowly, anxiousness rises over her green eyes.

“Are you planning to report me by any chance…”

“Report? Me? Why?”

I tilted my head and asked again. That is that.

“‘Nothing’ has happened yet, right? And even though the elves’ influence has weakened a lot due to the Cradle Trading Company issue, it hasn’t completely disappeared. They could just bury any minor issue, so why report it? …I should tell Ellie.”

“That’s even more dangerous!”

That would be true. Even if Ellie isn’t that strong now, it would be enough for her to cause devastating damage to the elf community in Pangrave.

I chuckled at the sight of Eve, with only her eyes rolling, and continued speaking.

“Hey, don’t be so tense, okay? You didn’t do anything to me; you just…used me for some relief, right? How could I censor what’s in your head? It’s fine.”

“R, really?”

“Yep. Of course. Instead.”

After saying that, I crafted the desired expression using Shining Eyes and Alluring Wink.

Eyes darkened with disdain. An asymmetrically distorted gaze. And the corners of my mouth pulled downward.

The key here is to create just a slight gap. Not simply ending with contempt, but suggesting that it can be completely shattered in some way.

Thus, a contemptuous expression is completed, one that is still in demand both on Earth and in Pangrave, and makes one anticipate the next three seconds.

I continued, spitting out words towards Eve, who was blankly looking up at me with just her head peeking out.

“Instead, Miss Eve, who doesn’t know what I’m thinking, might not come back because she feels bad.”

“That would be…troublesome.”

I will kidnap and imprison you (X)

If you’re gone, I’m doomed (O)

Eve’s inner thoughts began to become clearer as she started to regain her senses. My mental filter, excited by the task at hand, translated just enough for me to catch the most important words at the end.

“Then, please tell me what kind of play you were imagining in your delusions.”

“……”

“Is it something you can’t tell me, perhaps?”

“……”

After a long moment of just mouthing words, Eve slowly opened her mouth.

“Actually…”

“Actually?”

“I imagined that after about 300 years, all the other women would die, and I’d have Jonah all to myself….”

“No, but in 300 years, I would have run out of lifespan too, you know?”

“There are many ways to just keep you alive.”

“Eh?”

“I can use the last sap of the World Tree in the Elven Forest, or aim for artificial bodily reconstruction by recklessly buying elixirs… Perhaps the best way would be to continue researching the extraction of powers that Tuberose once used on me, and give you more than half of my lifespan?”

“Eh, eh?”

Eve continued speaking, oblivious to my flustered stammering. No, rather, her voice grew more fervent and her expression began to glow with vitality.

As if merely imagining was a joy in itself.

…Oh my.

Eve, slightly excited, continued to voice her fantasies, not noticing my bewilderment.

“Since Sir Jonah probably has the power of the World Tree, extending your lifespan using the sap or my power would likely have a high success rate… But just that, wouldn’t be fun would it?”

“F, fun?”

“Yes. In reality, it’s best to have nothing go wrong, but in imagination…a bit of stimulating seasoning is required.”

Eve says with a faint smile toward the air.

“For that reason, I’ve set it so that while your lifespan increases, your legs gradually stiffen as a side effect.”

“And then 300 years later…”

“Yes. Sir Jonah, you become unable to move on your own, just lying in bed.”

“What exactly are you trying to do to me?”

“I’m not doing anything. Sir Jonah’s the one asking. Hehe.”

Eve gives a suspicious squinting smile.

Imaginative masturbation…right?

“Whether you want to take a walk, go to a restaurant, or have an appointment with someone… Each time, you pay me a slightly naughty price.”

“It was you, Miss Eve, who made me like this….”

“Sir Jonah would say that. But what can we do? All the other women who could help Sir Jonah have already died of old age.”

“Uh, um.”

“I’m the last one left by Sir Jonah’s side.”

“……”

“Only me.”

Scary! This is really kind of scary!

No matter how much of an elf you are, do you go crazy after living over a thousand years?

I barely managed to calm my trembling body.

Right. Calm down. I did release Eve’s seal (?), but there hasn’t been any major problem yet.

I casually stuffed the remaining snack into my mouth and stood up.

“Ahem. Well, alright. Since I’ve heard Miss Eve’s preferences, I’ll forget them as promised. I’ve confirmed you’re alive and well, so I’ll be on my way.”

“What? Already? That’s unfortunate….”

You may have come as you pleased, but leaving is not so simple (X)

It’s a pity I still have a few situations I haven’t talked about yet (O)

What does that mean, mental filter? It’s been a while since it seemed to work properly, and that’s why it feels even scarier.

Are there more things equivalent to the imagination squeezing out every time I try to do something as a paraplegic?

What on earth am I going through in Eve’s head?

Come to think of it, the full body of the doll that resembled me was wet… In particular, its head was more soaked.

I see… In reality or not, Eve likes to take the top position in her imagination.

Not below, but above.

At first, it was just half-interest. Curiosity about what kind of fantasies women in this world have when they pleasure themselves.

One reason was also that Eve’s insect-like reaction was amusing.

However, as that reality became more tangible, it became increasingly burdensome.

Previously, I had concluded that just because a male role was involved, it didn’t necessarily lead to femdom.

Not every couple on Earth enjoys intense play, after all.

But that is strictly a story from reality. And there are plenty of cases where one’s actual preference differs from fantasy preference.

Eve is also like that. Her actual tastes might not be so unusual.

But, within her…the desire that had been maturing for a thousand years was shockingly explicit and twisted.

I see… Eve likes degradation and obsession….

Honestly, just listening to it, the scene is so vividly imagined that I can’t help but be startled.

I can’t do this. I’m leaving this place.

Smiling at the regretful Eve, I continued speaking as naturally as possible.

“Ahaha. Well, I’ll come again next time. You can have the leftover snacks. I stood in line to get them, so they should be tasty.”

“Ah, wait a moment, Sir Jonah.”

“Well then, I’m off! Oh, and please congratulate Lemon and Apple regarding the 2nd Floor for me!”

I dashed out of Eden, avoiding Eve who reached out toward me.

The door closed half a beat late. Amidst the jingling of the doorbell, I heard Eve mutter to herself.

“There are no snacks left…”

“Oh.”

Come to think of it, I ate them all.