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🕑 Added 2025-05-24 20:03:30 +0000 UTC1 Transfer Report (1)
Artillery school field training (a week-long practice at the unit you’ll be transferred to) had just ended, one week before graduation.
My instructor called me separately to his office. After seating me at a small desk, he handed me a cup of instant coffee and began to talk about my upcoming assignment.
"Jaejun, you know the unit you’re being transferred to is on the front line in Gangwon-do, right?"
"Yes, Instructor... I know."
I was already unhappy about being sent far from my home in Seoul to Gangwon-do, and now he was reminding me again about the “front line in Gangwon-do.” Just then, with a strange expression, my instructor made an unexpected suggestion.
"So, there’s a pilot project being run at the Ministry of National Defense... If you join, you could go to Gyeonggi-do instead of Gangwon-do. What do you think?"
"Really? What kind of pilot project is it..."
Excited at the chance to escape the remote mountains of Gangwon-do, I asked again.
As if he expected my reaction, the instructor leaned in and began to explain in detail.
"You know there’s been a lot of talk in the military and society about operating mixed-gender units, right?"
"Yes, I know."
"So, as a trial, they’re planning to transfer some newly commissioned officers to units of the opposite gender..."
In summary, my instructor was offering me a chance to escape the remote mountains of Gangwon-do and, as someone who’s never dated, the opportunity to live in a unit full of women.
"I’ll do it! I really want to!"
"Alright, I’ll report it to the higher-ups today, so your assignment will probably change by tomorrow."
It was such a sweet offer that only a fool or an idiot would refuse, so I immediately nodded and said I’d participate in the “pilot project.”
Hearing my answer, the instructor smiled as if he knew I’d say that.
And so, my assignment was changed from the mountains of Gangwon-do to an all-female artillery battalion in Gyeonggi-do.
... Just then, another man wearing a captain’s insignia entered the office where the instructor (a captain) and I (a second lieutenant trainee) had been talking.
Wiping sweat from his forehead, he spoke to the instructor, who was typing at his desk.
"Ah! Senior, have you already decided which second lieutenant to send to the women’s unit?"
"Yeah, I just brought him in, talked, and got his consent."
"Who is it?"
"Second Lieutenant Kim Jaejun."
"Oh, that guy... He had pretty good grades, but why him instead of the others?"
"He seems shy."
"Excuse me?"
"He looks like he’s never dated, so someone like that should go to the women’s unit to avoid trouble, right?"
"But aren’t those the guys who get more obsessed? Hahaha."
"Well, we’ll see..."
After graduating from artillery school, I spent four days on leave at my home in Seoul, then headed to a military unit in Gyeonggi-do.
Carrying only the essentials I’d need for daily life, I went to the designated place at the scheduled time on Sunday evening, as instructed. There, I saw a female second lieutenant I only vaguely recognized.
She had striking features that stood out even with light makeup, and a voluptuous figure that her combat uniform couldn’t hide. She was holding her suitcase, waiting for someone.
‘Wow, she’s really pretty.’
Even compared to photos of beautiful female soldiers from Korea and abroad that sometimes go viral online, her looks were impressive. I admired her as I approached.
Step, step, step
When I was less than five meters away, she heard the sound of military boots on asphalt and turned her head toward me.
She looked slightly surprised and puzzled to see a male second lieutenant near the women’s unit.
Then, she spoke first, as if thinking I’d come to the wrong place.
"Um... I think you’re in the wrong place... This is the women’s battalion."
"Oh, I’m here as part of the ‘Mixed-Gender Unit Pilot Operation’..."
"Ah! I see! But was that our battalion?"... When I mentioned the “Mixed-Gender Unit Pilot Operation,” she immediately relaxed and dropped her guard.
I quickly glanced at the name tag on her chest and introduced myself.
"I’m Kim Jaejun, assigned as the battery commander for the 3rd battery."
"I’m Yoo Minju, assigned as the battery commander for the 2nd battery. Since we’re going to be working together, should we speak informally?"
She shook my hand without hesitation and suggested we drop formalities since we’re the same rank.
Smiling, I agreed, and Minju, who seemed naturally sociable, started asking me questions.
"Wow... Jaejun, you’re really tall. How tall are you?"
"I’m 196 cm."
"Wow... You’re 30 cm taller than me?"
Minju looked up at me in amazement, since I was a head and a half taller than her.
While I was feeling good about her reaction but also a bit embarrassed, a woman with a cat-like face, wearing leggings and a thin windbreaker, approached us.
"You two are the new second lieutenants assigned to XXX battalion, right? I’m your senior by a year. Follow me."
"Yes!"
Minju and I replied in unison and followed her toward the apartment building.
On the way, she introduced herself as First Lieutenant Kim Somin, the battery commander for the 1st battery. I tried not to stare at her well-shaped apple hips as we walked.
We arrived at a tidy-looking apartment.
Lieutenant Kim Somin assigned Minju to a room on the 2nd floor and me to a room on the 3rd floor. She then suggested we have dinner together at her place and told us to come up to the 4th floor soon.
Following our senior’s instructions, Minju and I dropped off our things and went up to her apartment in our combat uniforms.
... In her slightly cramped living room, our senior was fiddling with a delivery app and asked,
"Do you guys like chicken?"
"Yes! We do!"
We both immediately answered yes before she even finished asking.
So, our dinner menu was decided: chicken.
Maybe because it was Gyeonggi-do, the chicken arrived in just about 10 minutes, and the three of us sat around a small table.
At first, the atmosphere was awkward since we’d just met, but as we started drinking the beer we’d ordered with the chicken, the mood quickly warmed up.
But as I drank, I started to feel a side effect...
"You guys are really lucky to be here. All my friends are up at the front and always complain about wanting to desert, but here, you can go straight to Seoul after work and have fun."
"Really? My friends said they were jealous!"
While Senior Somin was enthusiastically talking up the geographical advantages of being in Gyeonggi-do, and Minju was nodding with sparkling eyes, I was quietly sipping beer and darting my eyes around.
What I was really looking at was Senior Somin, sitting to my left.
Her short leggings had ridden up as she sat, exposing most of her firm thighs, and her most intimate area was clearly visible.
Her mound, with a vertical line like a ripe peach cut open, was on full display.
Gulp, gulp
The more I stole glances at her seductive, almost obscene figure, the thirstier I felt, so I kept drinking my beer.
Even as I tilted my head back to empty my cup, my eyes were drawn to her chest, which looked like at least an F-cup.
... Through the tight, thin T-shirt, her sports bra was clearly visible, and her full breasts filled it out completely.
As I was secretly admiring her chest, which was as alluring as her lower body, my crotch started to react.
Rustle
I couldn’t let Minju, my future comrade, or my senior, whom I’d just met, notice my erection, so I quickly pressed my forearm against my groin.
But my member, which was a massive 26 cm when fully erect-bigger than most black men-ignored the pressure and started pitching a tent.
While I was panicking, trying to figure out what to do, Senior Somin, who’d been chatting with Minju, turned her attention to me.
"Jaejun, I’ve been talking to Minju too much and ignoring you, sorry."
"N-no, it’s fine, Senior..."
With no time to think of another way, I used both hands to press my growing erection against my left thigh.
When I replied, she smiled and started asking me questions.
"So, did you volunteer for the ‘Mixed-Gender Unit Pilot Operation’?"
"Yes, I did..."
Just as I was about to explain how I ended up in the women’s battalion, she leaned forward, and the top of her cleavage peeked out from her slightly loose T-shirt.
At the same time, I could feel a strange throbbing through my forearm.
This was the first crisis for me, a new second lieutenant who hadn’t even officially reported in yet.
