My body jolts at the sound of my own voice responding in a whiny, submissive tone, like a pet begging its owner.
…Was that really my voice?
This is dangerous. I don't know what's happening, but if this continues, it feels like the personality and values I've built up over my life will be twisted beyond recognition.
My head feels foggy. Without realizing it, I start rubbing my thighs together, looking up at Yejin with pleading eyes. Meanwhile, my dick keeps leaking, drop by drop.
My body feels hot. The air feels sticky and stifling, like someone turned on a heater. I can't breathe through my nose, so I pant through my mouth.
I need to escape.
I try to summon strength to my legs, to stand, but they won't move. I grip Yejin tightly with both hands, trying to pull myself up.
But it's like the signals from my brain are being cut off—my lower body refuses to respond.
I lift my hips slightly, only to collapse back down. Again and again.
Panic sets in.
If this goes on, I'm really going to lose myself. I'm terrified. It feels like I'll stop being me and become hers—her possession.
It feels like even if Yejin beats me by mistake, she won't apologize. Like she could demand sex whenever she wants, and I'd have to strip without hesitation.
It feels like I'm on the verge of becoming her puppet.
But… why…?
Even as I cling to her for support, trying to stand, my arms betray me. My legs feel paralyzed, stuck to the living room floor, ignoring my commands.
My face is still buried in her coarse pubic hair and warm, wet pussy. The only part of me still functioning normally is my brain.
…Her pussy pulls away from my face for a moment.
I want to feel the tickle of her pubic hair against my soft cheeks again. For a split second, I feel pathetic for even thinking that.
But my gaze locks onto her pussy again. Clear fluid drips from the pink slit, and her clit, swollen and red, twitches as if it's a living thing, pulsing with each breath.
It's like she's deliberately showing it to me.
And in that moment, I instinctively understand her intent. She's trying to make me hers—completely.
She doesn't apologize for hitting me. She'll demand I get hard and have sex whenever she wants, turning me into an object devoid of free will.
Showing me her pussy like this… it's like she's teaching me what I'll be cumming for from now on.
Each time her pussy twitches, an even stronger feminine scent hits me, far more intense than before.
The moment I breathe it in, my thighs start trembling again. I can't give in. My mind screams that if I do, it's over.
I don't want to lose to something as pathetic as a pussy. If I let myself look dazed just because I saw her pussy, what will Yejin think of me moving forward?
I press my hands against my throbbing erection and glare up at her.
But why do my inner thighs keep tingling? My toes keep twitching, and I can't stay still.
And then… Yejin slowly lifts my shirt with her index finger.
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"Hey, if you went to a gender-reversed world, what's the first thing you'd do?"
My older brother, lying in his room reading Jump, asked me.
"What the hell is a gender-reversed world, you damn otaku?"
"Fucking punk, talking to your older brother like that."
He threw the Jump magazine he was holding at me. The phonebook-thick manga whizzed past my face.
Fucking hell, this ignorant bastard. He's a gorilla of a guy, over 180 cm tall and nearly 100 kg, with no consideration for weaker people like me.
Fucking… Of course, his body's jacked with muscles, so getting hit by a Jump would just sting for him. But if it hits me, I'm done for—dead on the spot.
To him, it's just a regular manga, but to me, it's no different from Olaf's Q skill in League of Legends.
Getting hit hurts like hell, is what I'm saying.
Didn't Conan O'Brien say something about how barbarians were more polite than modern people? Something about how modern people can get away with talking shit, but barbarians had to be humble because mouthing off would get an Olaf E axe slammed into their skull. That's how I remember it.
What's Olaf E, you ask? It's smacking someone's head with the axe you're holding.
There's a similar rumor that Americans are the most polite and respectful people in the world. Why? Because if they talk shit, they'll get a bullet in their head. So they're careful not to piss anyone off.
"…Fine, I'll play along. So what's a gender-reversed world, seriously? I genuinely don't know."
In the end, I decided to humor my bored brother. I mean, I really don't know what a gender-reversed world is, but this fucking muscle pig just throws a Jump at me out of nowhere.
Be glad we're not in America, you fucking pig. If you were born there, I'd have fucked you up, you bastard, got it?
…That's what I say, but honestly, I'm a bit sad knowing I'll be leaving my hometown for Seoul next week.
Even though he's a jerk, he's taken care of me a lot. Thinking that I'll only see him during Chuseok or Seollal from now on kinda hurts.
"…Yo, how have you lived this long without knowing what a gender-reversed world is? Man, you're clueless. So, a gender-reversed world is…"
He explained what a gender-reversed world is. Wait… isn't that, like, super awesome?
"Hell yeah, in a world like that, I'd be banging everything that moves. What, you didn't know? I'd just go full-on fuckboy mode… I wanna go to a gender-reversed world.
…But a guy like me falling into some female corruption arc? Nah, fuck that. I've got the pride of my XY chromosomes. Even in a gender-reversed world, how could I just fall into some female corruption bullshit?
That's insane. How is that a man? It's just an XY chromosome, but that's basically a chick. A fucking chick, I'm not kidding. That's not a man, it's just a female!"