Hey, Just Snipe Them.

Dorm 500's all-girl room has been the talk of the school since their freshman year. Every one of them is handsome and popular.

Bed 1 is a complicated otaku who shows her homebody side in everyday life. In private, she's a famous cosplayer and crafting genius in her circle. She occasionally cosplays characters overflowing with estrogen, and her comments section is still full of love confessions. It looks like the admirers have reached F Country.

Bed 2 is the typical cool girl, quiet and efficient. She works out year-round and has broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. Her hidden talent is cooking delicious food. From afar, she looks like the destined heroine of a pursuit-and-regret story; up close, she has an irresistible wifely air. That contrast is exactly the appeal.

Bed 3 is an automatic puppy-dog-to-wolf-dog shapeshifter. She's sweet-talking and socially savvy, with dimples when she smiles, but she's actually warm on the outside and cold on the inside, a fake ray of sunshine with a changeable, slightly nasty personality. Her scathing review: "Hard-to-please women are the most fun. She's got the vibe of a mother, but she's still a kid."

Bed 4 is the elite young mistress archetype that always appears in campus novels. From middle-school disciplinary prefect to current student council president, she seems noble, restrained, steady, and reliable, with a certain air of a Buddhist monk from X circle. In reality, she's sharp-tongued and loves a good show. One careless move and she'll be taking over the family business. Truly, women stay silent while men weep.

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One day, Dorm 500's group outing ends in a car accident, and they land in some inexplicable parallel world. Women aren't like women, and men aren't like men. Only the well-read leader immediately figures out that the four of them have transmigrated to a world where men reign supreme.

They think, since they're already here, they might as well get together for a game of mahjong. But everyone in this world is too busy dealing with their own problems, and the four fake sister-friends aren't even close.

They can only find ways to get in touch. When they're not together, each fights alone. Together, they're a blazing fire; apart, they're stars across the sky. They each work hard and meet at the summit.

At a convention, Bed 1 catches a photographer aiming up her skirt, drops her prop, and knocks down a circle of people. "What are you shooting, your dad? Get lost."

Bed 2 is already annoyed at having to put on makeup. When someone inexplicably picks a fight and starts nitpicking, she grabs her backpack and takes them down in one hit. "...Pathetic."

Bed 3 is idly twirling her long, unfamiliar hair when some guy passing by harasses her. She puts on an exaggerated look of surprise. "Sorry, were you talking to me? You're so funny-looking, you scared me."

Bed 4 lowers her eyes to inspect her manicure. Across the blind-date table, a greasy man talks on and on. After a long silence, she slowly says, "You've got food stuck in your teeth."

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All four have bizarre settings that seem to be fixed by a System and impossible to change. For these tough women, it's a real pain: it hurts their eyes and torments their minds.

The day they finally meet, the third one holds back for a while, but can't resist speaking up.

"Boss, you look so alluring in that little skirt. Dorm 500's one and only sexy wildcat, certified by the whole dorm. Anyone who disagrees can fight me."

"A tough woman putting on makeup! You know that meme with the fiery red lips? I nearly died laughing, Second Sis. Please spare me."

"Young Mistress, that manicure is so... Ah! Don't hit my face! You can't catch me, nyah-nyah... Ahhh!"

The long-winded third sister, unused to wearing heels, falls on the spot and fails to escape.

The end. (Not really.)

After all the commotion, the four of them sprawl on the sofa. They look at each other, then laugh for a long while.

Honestly, they aren't suited to painstaking work like saving and reforming people. So what if there are restrictions? They can just find a loophole.

Watch these four handsome women kick and punch their way through another world.

Hey, just take the shot.

Notes:

1. These four women come from a matriarchal world. Their behavior is unpredictable; blame the author's own absurdity. For now, it's a no-romance ensemble focused on friendship. I want to try writing about women finding their people.

2. The current premise is that four sisters from a women's dorm in a matriarchal world land in a patriarchal world and get to fight. That's why I've only tagged it as female-empowerment. I haven't quite figured out the tags and genres yet, so I'll look into it when I have time.

3. No real-life inspirations. No real-life inspirations. No real-life inspirations.

4. No personal attacks. We're all adults, so let's respect one another. Thank you.

P.S. I'll try hard to build up a backlog. Maybe I'll start posting next year. You can find the four sisters' prequel on a certain book platform.

Theme: We determine the course of our own destiny