You can think of the relations between men and women in the Matriarchal Apocalypse as the opposite of those in the real world.

But that’s not quite accurate. More precisely, relations between men and women in the Matriarchal Apocalypse are far more oppressive than they were in the world Lin Mo came from.

Just as Lin Mo could find reverse-domination stories and doujinshi before he crossed over, many women in this Matriarchal Apocalypse secretly read reverse-domination doujinshi left over from before the war, all while proudly proclaiming their so-called “female dignity.”

It’s just that reverse-domination in this world is the opposite of reverse-domination in the real world.

The girls in this world want to be teased, flirted with, and dominated by handsome, charming, sexy guys. It’s a pretty bizarre kink. At least, even if most girls are into it, they’d never let anyone else find out—and Su Qia was no different.

…

And yet she really was a perverted girl who wanted to be dominated by a handsome guy.

She kept those feelings buried deep inside. After all, Su Qia had long since accepted the reality that she was a “provider.” The most she could ever hope to achieve in a relationship with a man was to provide resources for one man, his other women, and their children—and in return, occasionally get to sleep with him when he took pity on her. That was probably all she could ever hope for.

Su Qia accepted this fate. Or rather, she had no choice but to accept it. So she’d long since pushed her fantasies down, deep inside. She still couldn’t stop herself from daydreaming, but she’d never let anyone else see her weakness…

And yet—

And yet—!!

At that very moment, someone teased her.

That’s right! Teased her!

Maybe it sounded stupid. Maybe it made her a failure of a woman—an idiot, a complete waste—but…

She, Su Qia, had actually been teased back by a guy! N-not just when he first spoke to me, or when he took me away, or when he pinned me against the wall, or when he questioned me and tried to weed out the truth… Ah, ahhh! Even— even my hand, and my fingers…

Lin Mo had kissed her fingers.

Before this, even when Su Qia was confident enough to think she might make it to step ten with some guy, she’d never dared dream that a guy would do something like this to her!

The shock was too much for Su Qia, and she fainted on the spot. Lin Mo hurriedly half-carried her and pinched her philtrum for quite a while before finally bringing her around.

“U-uu…”

As soon as she woke up, Su Qia began to sob with excitement. “My life… Uu… I have no regrets about my life anymore.”

(Did I get it wrong?)

As he rocked her shoulders back and forth several times, trying to bring her around, Lin Mo also reflected on what he’d done wrong.

He was in the Matriarchal Apocalypse now, where everything was the opposite of the world he’d come from… But this girl had seemed so helpless and weak that he’d accidentally mistaken her for a girl from his own world. So he’d ended up kissing her hand the way he understood it. That was a mistake he could hardly forgive himself for.

Still, judging by her expression, she seemed more ecstatic than shocked…

“Sorry about that.”

Lin Mo said stubbornly, “You looked so useless that I figured I’d rather kiss you than let you kiss me. Hmph.”

“U-uuuu—!”

Su Qia’s legs were trembling so badly she could barely control them.

She leaned against the wall, completely unable to stand under her own strength.

(M-more insults.)

(Humiliate me some more.)

(And then, please give me more rewards, Master!!)

Su Qia had always seen herself as an inferior being.

In her eyes, boys were naturally superior creatures. Men didn’t have to give birth or do grueling work. They were clearly the greatest sex, chosen by Heaven and loved by the Twin Gods!

Compared to boys, women were as lowly as worms…

And Su Qia was the lowliest worm of them all.

She ought to be trampled underfoot by an arrogant, sexy young man, her heart and body crushed beneath his cruel words as he forced her down and whipped her hard.

She wanted to be her master’s good little dog…

But, but—surely she couldn’t confess all that to the angel standing right in front of her.

He was already such a noble, exalted angel. No matter how ugly he looked, he was like a holy light shining through my very soul… I-I won’t beg you for anything more, but please keep treating me like this—roughly and forcefully, so sexily and humiliatingly…

“Still, what I said earlier about your affection level being around twenty percent was true.”

As he said this, Lin Mo waved his hand with a mysterious air.

He turned his face away, putting on a tsundere act as he held out his right hand to Su Qia.

“I know what your name is now. But I don’t think I’ve told you mine.”

“Memorize it.”

“Use your life, your soul, your everything to remember it. Remember it well!!”

“I’m Lin Mo…”

“Compared to that piece of trash over there, I’m a hundred times better! No… a thousand times!”

He meant it.

Even in the Matriarchal Apocalypse, Lin Mo couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else looking more impressive than him. No one!

“Got it?” he asked.

“I-I got it!!” An utterly depraved, revolting smile appeared on Su Qia’s face and at the corners of her mouth, quite against her will.

It was a smile of genuine, bone-deep sycophancy:

“Master. Master Lin Mo—you’re my White Rabbit God. I don’t like Little Honey anymore. From now on, I want to be your devoted little dog, Master Lin Mo.”

As she spoke, Su Qia actually lowered her head and tried to lick Lin Mo’s fingers.

But honestly, that was a bit too much. Lin Mo wasn’t mentally prepared for it at all, so after letting her kiss his hand, he snatched it back with lightning speed. Su Qia was left staring blankly, her expression full of pain.

(Uh.)

(Was it really that bad that I pulled my hand back?)

(She seems pretty upset…)

(Could it be my fault?)

Thinking this, Lin Mo felt a little bad.

But he still wasn’t willing to lose face. So he decided to get this girl back for him, and let off some of the anger he’d been feeling earlier.

“You’re my little dog now. Pay for the drink you had earlier.”

Lin Mo quickly pulled his hand behind his back. The girl’s saliva and warmth still lingered on his fingers, making the young man blush and his heart race.

“Y-yes, Master! I’ll do anything you ask, Master! Even if you tell me to die, I—”

“And stop calling me Master.” The word gave Lin Mo a headache. “Just call me Lin Mo. Or… Xiao Mo?”

He furrowed his brow.

Honestly, even if this hopeless girl was older than him, calling her something like Diona wouldn’t really suit her.

“Oh, right.”

He raised a finger again. “You can call me Brother Mo. That’ll do.”