Personally, I think the genre of gender reversal is a pretty busy one for writers.
If the sexual desires of men and women change, to what extent would they change? Would the gender ratio also change? How far can the genre continue with just the theme of gender reversal?
There are issues regarding pregnancy and childbirth, and does the woman not come off as a pervy criminal? Does the man not seem too gay?
The heroine’s virginity status when addicted to self-pleasure, how much the protagonist maintains their former values, whether they choose the route of enjoying or the route of despair.
There are really many problems outside of that.
It’s a genre that digs into the ingrained values we may not even be aware of, so hitting the mark early is essential.
Do we really have to change such things? Even if it’s gender reversal, this feels like it might cause discomfort. Is this even a concept that can be symmetrically applied?
It’s easy to hit a snag from the most obvious parts, and if unnecessary setups are forced in to break through, one could end up being crushed by the established settings.
That’s why I say it’s a genre where the writer has to be diligent. I didn’t just carefully craft the settings for no reason.
If I write thoughtlessly, I feel like I won’t last long before strangling myself with my own words.
But that doesn’t mean other genres are written thoughtlessly at all.
The obvious parts are taken for granted by both the writer and the reader, making development and character even more important.
But in the case of gender reversal… broadly speaking, this genre of changing worldviews has a fatal flaw.
It’s the absolute lack of reference works.
This is almost a fate of a minor genre. Isn’t that why I boldly vowed to create a male reversal boom?
Because there were no delicious male reversal novels…!
I’m here, tangled up in this dungeon or whatever, yet I still can’t rid myself of my ambitions as a writer, scribbling a little every night.
…The introduction was a bit long, but in the end, if you ask what I want to say, it’s this.
Just because it’s gender reversal doesn’t mean it has to be all about femdom.
“So? What is your preference, Miss Eve? Do you want to crush me beneath you? Like that doll!”
“Please stop…!”
The green bean bug… I mean, Eve, who has collapsed on the ground, is shivering and squeezing her voice.
But that doesn’t mean I plan to stop. It’s basically the first time seeing such a fun plaything… I mean, the honest Eve.
“Oh come on. If you’re able to use that level of water magic in a place with no water, at least you’ve had a proper go at it before, right? Using me as a side dish.”
“Ugh!”
“I can’t help but wonder what happened to me in Eve’s head, right?”
“I-I didn’t think anything weird!”
“Hmm. Have you ever considered that just the fact you’ve imagined something lewd using me as a model is a bit odd? Let’s see… how old am I again…?”
“……!”
Eve, who has stiffened like a heinous criminal confronting decisive evidence, slowly has a sense of urgency flowing over her green eyes.
“Are you thinking of reporting me…?”
“Report? Me? Why?”
Tilting her head in confusion. Which makes sense.
“Nothing has ‘happened’ yet. Also, The Cradle Association has weakened the elves’ influence a lot, but it hasn’t completely disappeared, has it? Most things can be buried quietly, so what’s with the reporting…? I should tell Ellie.”
“That’s even more dangerous!”
That’s true. No matter how strong Ellie is, she’d still be enough to cause devastating damage to the Pangrave elf community.
With a chuckle at the rolling eyes of Eve, I continued.
“Hey. So don’t be so tense, okay? I didn’t do anything to you; it’s just you playing a little with me, right? How could I invade Eve’s brain? It’s fine.”
“R-really?”
“Yep. There could be such a thing. However…”
I let my shining eyes and seductive smile do the work to create the desired expression.
A darkly carved gaze. An asymmetrically distorted look. A mouth drawn down to its limits.
The key here is simply to create a slight gap. It shouldn’t just end in disdain; I want to instill the thought that it could be completely overturned in some way.
And thus, what’s completed is a disdainful expression that still has demand both on Earth and in Pangrave, eagerly awaiting three seconds later.
I spoke toward Eve, who was gazing up at me with a peek of her head.
“Instead, there’s a chance you might feel bad not knowing what I’m thinking and not come to see me.”
“That’s… troubling.”
You can’t kidnap and confine me (X)
You’ll be doomed if you don’t have me (O)
As Eve’s inner thoughts began to come through, maybe she was slowly regaining her senses. Filtering through my thoughts, I wrapped my lips around the most crucial statement I wanted.
“Then tell me, what kind of play were you imagining in your fantasies?”
“…….”
“Could it be that it’s something you can’t tell me?”
“…….”
After a moment of mumbling her lips, Eve slowly opened her mouth.
“Actually…”
“Actually?”
“Imagining that in about 300 years, all the other women would die and I would have Jonah all to myself…”
“No, in 300 years, I’d have died too, right?”
“There are many ways to just keep the life hanging on.”
“Huh?”
“Using the World Tree’s sap, which remains in Elven Forest, would be fine, or I could buy up elixirs for a body reconstruction… but ideally, it’s probably best to study the extraction of powers that Tuberose used on me and transfer half my lifespan, right?”
“Huh?”
Not caring about my panic, Eve continued to speak. Rather, her voice was gaining a heated tone, and vitality was starting to shine through her expression.
As if she found joy in speaking and imagining.
…Oh my.
Unaware of my astonishment, Eve continued to spill her own fantasies with a hint of excitement.
“Since Jonah has the World Tree’s power, the chances of extending lifespan through either sap or my powers are high. …But that alone sounds a bit boring, doesn’t it?”
“B-boring?”
“Yup. Naturally, in reality, it’s best to have no issues, but in imagination… a bit of provocative seasoning is necessary.”
Saying this, Eve smirked vaguely into the air.
“For that reason, this time, I set it up so that my lifespan increased, but I also started to experience the side effect of my legs gradually stiffening.”
“So if it’s 300 years later…?”
“Yes. Jonah will have become incapable of moving on their own and will just be lying in bed.”
“What exactly are you planning to do to me?”
“I’m not doing anything. Jonah is the one making the requests. Hehe.”
She said that with a suspicious squint, wearing a smile uncanny to behold.
Imaginary daughter… right?
“You might want a walk or want to visit a certain restaurant, or be promised something with someone… and each time, you pay me a slightly lewd price.”
“But you’re the one who made me like this, Eve…”
“You’d say that if you were Jonah. But what can we do? All the other women to help Jonah have died from old age.”
“Um, well.”
“In the end, the only one left beside Jonah is me.”
“……”
“It’s only me.”
Scary! This is really somewhat terrifying!
Is it that elves go mad after living over a thousand years?
Struggling to calm my trembling body.
Yes. I need to calm down. Although I’ve released Eve’s seal (?), there hasn’t been any significant issue yet.
Naturally, I shoved the remaining snacks into my mouth and stood up.
“Ahem. Well, alright. I’ve heard Eve’s preferences, so I’ll kindly forget it as promised. Since I’ve confirmed you’re alive, I’ll be heading out now.”
“Y-You’re leaving already? That’s a shame…”
Although coming here was a free-for-all, leaving isn’t (X)
It’s a shame there are still some situations I haven’t mentioned (O)
What does that even mean, brain filter? I think I did a decent job for the first time in a while, yet it seems to be scarier because of it.
Is there anything comparable to the strain of imagining what I could do every time I try to act in this half-paralyzed state?
In Eve’s mind, what on earth am I subjected to?
Thinking back, it was sure soaking wet on the doll that resembles me… but notably, the head part was even more drenched.
Is that it… Whether in reality or otherwise, in her imagination, Eve likes to ride on top.
Not underneath, but on top.
At first, it was just half curiosity. Just what do these women of this world imagine when pleasuring their daughter?
Eve’s response like a bug was one of the reasons too.
But as I gradually grasped its nature, it became incredibly burdensome.
Previously, I’d definitely concluded that just because it’s male reversal doesn’t naturally lead to femdom.
Not all couples on Earth enjoy intense play after all.
But that’s only the story in reality. There are plenty of cases where actual preferences and fantasy preferences differ significantly.
Eve is like that too. Her real preferences might not be that peculiar.
But within that… the desires steeped for a thousand years are shockingly explicit and warped.
I see… Eve enjoys despair and obsession…
Honestly, just listening makes that scene spring vividly to mind, causing me to involuntarily recoil in shock.
I can’t do this. I need to get out of here.
I forced a smile at the despondent Eve, trying my best to proceed naturally.
“Haha! Well, I’ll come again next time. Feel free to eat the leftover snacks. Since they were somewhat lined up for purchase, they should be tasty.”
“Ah, wait a moment, Jonah.”
“Well then! Oh, and please convey my congratulations to Lemon and Apple on the second floor!”
Dodging Eve’s reaching hand, I hurried out of Eden.
The door closing with a slight delay. Among the sound of the jingling door, I heard Eve’s muttering.
“There are no leftover snacks anymore…”
“Ah.”
Now that I think about it, I finished them all.
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