I Died and Was Reincarnated as a Goth Femboy

Kenjiro's mind raced, a frantic battle between his ingrained pride and his newfound, desperate need for a path forward. On one hand, this Ryo character was infuriatingly handsy, and the entire concept of a "Femboy Adventuring Guild" was ludicrous. On the other, it was a direct line to money, information, and, most importantly, strength. His desire for revenge was a roaring fire, and this guild was the only bellows in sight.

He took a deep breath, trying to channel the stoicism of his former self. "Fine," he said, his voice coming out firmer than he expected. "I'll join your guild. I'll do your missions."

Ryo's face lit up, his sparkling eyes widening even more. "Excellent! Welcome to the FAG—the Femboy Adventuring Guild! We're so happy to have—"

"But," Kenjiro cut him off, swatting Ryo's lingering hand away from his hip. "No pictures. Not for you, not for anyone. My... assets... are off-limits. Got it?"

Ryo pulled his hand back, a playful pout forming on his lips. "Awww, but you'd be so popular! We could set up a whole 'Bombom's Booty' subscription tier! You'd be a millionaire in a week!" He winked. "Think of the marketing potential."

"I said no!" Kenjiro snapped, his face heating up again. "I'm here to get strong and crack some skulls, not to be your personal pin-up model."

"Ooh, feisty," Ryo chuckled, completely unfazed by the rejection. "I like that. A rare beauty with a fiery spirit. The market loves a tsundere." He sauntered over to a large counter, beckoning Kenjiro to follow. "Alright, alright, no special deals. Business only. But don't blame me if you get a flood of private requests. With a rear-chassis like that, it's inevitable."

Kenjiro gritted his teeth, his good hand clenching into a fist. Just endure it, he told himself. It's for revenge.

Ryo led him through the main hall of the guild. It was surprisingly professional, with a polished wooden floor, comfortable-looking lounge areas, and a large digital board displaying various "missions." It looked like a cross between a trendy startup office and a classic RPG guild hall. Several other femboys were scattered about, some lounging on couches, others polishing weapons, all of them looking impeccably stylish.

"This is the main hub," Ryo explained, waving a hand around the room. "You can form parties, accept quests from the board over there, or just hang out. We've got everything from 'Lost Kitten Retrieval'—pays mostly in local currency—to 'Repel Goblin Infestation,' which has a nice Femboy Coin bonus for combat footage."

As they walked, Ryo continued his running commentary, not on the guild, but on Kenjiro.

"That profile of yours is just stunning. A perfect V-taper, even without the muscles. So elegant."

Kenjiro grunted.

"And the way your hair falls... so chic! You pull off the wolfcut better than anyone I've ever seen."

"Just show me the missions," Kenjiro said through clenched teeth.

"Of course, of course," Ryo chirped, finally stopping in front of the large mission board. "But seriously, we need to get you into some battle-skirts. The mobility is fantastic, and the fans would go wild."

Kenjiro ignored the last comment, his eyes scanning the list of available jobs. Most were low-level tasks: delivery quests, monster-slaying in nearby fields, escort missions for merchants. He needed something that paid well and, more importantly, would let him vent his monumental frustration.

His eyes landed on one particular listing, marked with a skull icon and a significantly higher reward than the others.

Mission Rank: C

Objective: Clear the 'Weeping Caves' of Giant Cave Spiders.

Warning: High risk of venom and getting trapped in webs. Combat proficiency required.

Reward: 5,000 Femboy Coins, 1,000 Standard Coins.

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Kenjiro's face. It was the first genuine smile he'd had since waking up in this world. It was time to show this place what a real monster looked like. Spiders, Doctor Elara, that smug ninja—he'd crush them all. Starting now.