"Hey... want me to handle your sexual relief?"
That was the first thing my twin sister said to me, one hour after I possessed this body
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A stranger stared back from the bathroom mirror.
He was better-looking than the original me not quite idol-tier, but handsome enough that people would say so out loud. The face looked gentle; the body beneath it was anything but. Thick, corded muscle packed his frame. The owner of this body had clearly loved working out.
I went to take a piss and forgot the whole idea the second my cock swung free. One glance was enough to know it was no ordinary size.
"Hey."
A blunt voice greeted me the moment I returned to the hospital room. A girl with short light-purple hair - this body's twin sister, Kim Chaerin.
She was peeling an apple on the caregiver's cot.
"What took you so long in the bathroom?"
She grumbled while she worked, and even the side of her face was pretty. Under the snappish tone I could hear the worry she was trying to hide. They must have been close siblings.
"Sorry I'm la-"
"What are you talking about. Speak casually like always."
Chaerin scolded me and pushed a slice of apple straight into my mouth.
"Open up. I always fed you like this."
Having a pretty girl put food in my mouth was a first. I fumbled for a second.
I opened my mouth and took the apple. The corner of Chaerin's lips curved up, just a little. She wiggled her fingers, pleased, and it was unfairly cute.
I, on the other hand, sat there awkward as hell simply because I was in a room with a pretty girl.
Chaerin fed me the rest of the apple piece by piece, then stood.
"You're getting discharged today, so change and wait. And watch out for women."
Watch out for women? What was that supposed to mean?
She was out the door before I could ask.
With nothing better to do, I changed into ordinary clothes and checked the mirror again. Possessing someone else's body like something out of a comic still didn't feel real.
From what the doctor and Chaerin had said, the original owner had been in a traffic accident and gone under the knife for brain surgery. My best guess was that he had died in the crash, and I had somehow slipped into the empty body by chance.
Still discharging someone the day after brain surgery?
I was turning that over when someone knocked and came in.
"Sihyuk!"
My breath caught. A blonde beauty so unreal she barely belonged in the same dimension stood right in front of me. Her long, full hair swayed; emerald eyes, clear as gemstones, were wet with worry and relief.
Idol-level, easily. How the hell had the original owner even known a girl like this?
"I heard you woke up. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"
She reached for me, flinched, and pulled her hand back.
"Who... are you?"
Amnesia made a perfect shield. At the word, shock flickered across her face. She worked her lips soundlessly for a moment, then clenched her fist as if steeling herself.
"I'm Han Subin. Don't you remember? We were... really close. Childhood friends."
Childhood friends. Right before she said it, her eyes trembled, just a little.
"We played together forever, ate together..."
When I stayed silent, she grew restless and dug through her phone gallery, nearly dropping the thing in her hurry. It was clumsy and oddly endearing.
"Ah - found it!"
The screen she shoved toward me showed a younger version of this face and hers in school uniforms, arms around each other's shoulders, eating ice cream in a park all the easy closeness of people who had known each other forever. There were elementary-school photos too. The childhood-friend claim, at least, looked real.
"Uh... nice to meet you...?"
I had no idea what else to say. Subin bit down hard on her lip, looking devastated. The sight punched straight through my protective instincts. A beauty I never would have dared meet eyes with in my old life was hanging on my every reaction, ready to laugh or cry.
"We can just get close again. Nice to meet you. No nice to meet you."
I held out my hand. Subin shook it with shining eyes, clearly moved.
"Yeah...!"
She looked like the heroine of a romance movie starting over from scratch with her amnesiac boyfriend.
I felt a little flutter myself.
Subin sat on the bed with me and walked me through everything I had supposedly liked and hated -food, movies, books. I pretended to listen while I studied her face. She barely looked made up, yet her skin was so clear and porcelain-smooth it was almost unreal.
She noticed me staring and flustered.
"Is there something on my face?"
She started to hide it; I stopped her in a hurry.
"It's nothing."
A beauty like this for a childhood friend, a pretty twin sister on top of that just how lucky had the original owner been?
Ah. I was the lucky one now, wasn't I?
The door opened again and Chaerin came in. The moment she spotted Subin, her brows drew together.
"Han Subin? What are you doing here?"
"I heard Sihyuk woke up..."
"I'll take care of him. You can go now. He's tired."
Chaerin planted herself between us with zero subtlety, bristling like a cat whose territory had been invaded.
The weird current running between the two of them left me lost. Anyone watching would have thought they were fighting over a guy. I sat frozen until Chaerin grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
"We're going home. I already picked up your meds."
"Ah yeah. See you later, Subin."
"Take care of yourself. I'll text you!"
Subin fidgeted with her hands, reluctant to let us leave.
The whole way down the hospital corridor, nurses stared at me without even trying to hide it. This face wasn't that handsome. Why the hell were they looking?
It wasn't just the nurses. Patients in the hallway watched me too little girls, beauties my age, mature older sisters, ajummas here with their daughters, even frail grandmothers. Every last one of them had their eyes on me.
What was going on? I felt like I was missing something huge. I stepped outside the hospital before I could name it.
Chaerin offered no explanation, as if none of this was strange at all.
The staring or at least the sidelong glances followed us out of the hospital. In the taxi, the middle-aged woman driver checked me out in the rearview mirror.
"Aigoo, young man. That face is glowing. And that body, too."
Being complimented like that by an ajumma was a first. I froze for a second.
"Ah - thank you..."
"Could you drive, please?"
Chaerin cut the driver off in a cold voice before I could say anything else.
That uncanny sense that the entire world was revolving around me. It felt like a dream.
Strangely, it wasn't unpleasant. My mind was tight with tension, but my body was fine. More than fine it felt good.
The place we arrived at was a semi-basement. A narrow, worn living room; one bedroom with two mattresses. That was the whole apartment.
"Your phone's on the desk. I charged it."
Chaerin disappeared into the bathroom to shower. I powered on the phone. Same model as the one I used to own, more or less.
I unlocked it with the fingerprint sensor, connected to Wi-Fi - and the phone locked up. Now what?
A short buzz, then a message.
I checked the sender. The name was... Wallet3?
I never even got to open what Wallet3 had written before another message hit. No not one.
The phone screamed under a waterfall of notifications. Dozens, hundreds of messages and missed calls. SNS DMs poured in without end.
The contents were all over the place. How are you, how's your body, I heard about the accident are you okay, don't die, okay I'm just saying it now I like you, want me to buy you drinks, give me your dick before you die, I'll die with you, nude selfies of women, masturbation videos....
I managed to scroll and the senders' names came into focus.
"Huh."
Wallet1, Wallet2, Wallet3, Wallet4... I lost count of how many Wallets there were. A few contacts were ordinary human names.
Nearly all of them seemed to be women. Reading their messages, I felt the corner of my mouth twitch.
So the original Sihyuk had been the kind of guy who lived off women a male escort, basically.
Did that mean I could live like that too?
It took a full five minutes for the backlog to finish dumping and the phone to finally go quiet.
I was still staring at the messages, trying to decide who deserved a reply, when Chaerin stepped out of the shower and came straight toward me.
'Did you unlock the phone?"
A sweet scent hit me and my brain short-circuited. Fresh-from-the-shower Chaerin wet soap, the young smell of her skin, all of it tangled into something dangerously inviting.
She leaned in and her thin white T-shirt gaped open. A flash of pale skin and the valley between her breasts seized my vision.
That alone would have been enough.
It was more than enough. It was too much. The unguarded scent and sight of a girl I never would have dared imagine in my old life. My body answered with brutal honesty.
I felt the blood rush south in vivid detail. Before I could stop it, my cock swelled hard and shoved the front of my pants up like a tent.
"Uh...?"
Chaerin's gaze dropped between my thighs, to the thing trying to punch through the fabric. Her eyes wavered. The soft pink in her cheeks ignited into the deep red of a ripe peach.
"Uh? You wh-what is that?"
Damn it.
The dick was so big that the second it got hard the pants jumped, and Chaerin had seen everything.
My mind blanked. How the hell was I supposed to explain this? I was about to look like the psycho who got hard in front of his twin sister.
"Look, this isn't I didn't mean to get it up, I just..."
The pathetic excuse tumbled out. Chaerin didn't seem to be listening. Her eyes stayed locked on my erection.
She swallowed hard. I saw her throat move, clear as day.
And at last, flushed with embarrassment, Chaerin asked:
"Hey... want me to handle your sexual relief?"
What?
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Sexual processing.
The moment I heard those words, my mind snapped wide awake. I couldn't believe the phrase had just come out of my twin sister's mouth.
Chaerin must have read the shock on my face, because her own cheeks flushed a deep red.
"Ah-no! I-I just thought, since you're an adult now, maybe I should do it like other families do... I-I don't really want to or anything!"
Her words said one thing, but her expression said the exact opposite. Whether she was simply a terrible liar or too excited to hide it, her eyes glittered with anticipation even as her face burned scarlet.
"Did I... used to get sexual processing before?"
Chaerin shook her head at the question, then hesitated a moment before answering.
"Not before the accident... but usually once you become an adult, family takes care of it, so..."
So this was a world where family members giving sexual processing was just common sense. My head buzzed with the electric shock of it-and at the same time, an unbearable wave of excitement crashed over me.
How did sexual processing even work? By hand? Mouth? Or actual sex?
The fact that Chaerin was family didn't bother me in the slightest.
This body wasn't mine anyway. The guilt I might have felt toward its original owner had already evaporated the second a beautiful woman I'd known for barely an hour offered to relieve me.
I was about to drop my pants right then and there when I froze.
What if jumping at the chance made Chaerin think I was a pervert? What if I'd misread her completely and she actually didn't want to do this?
"If you don't want to give me sexual processing, you don't have to."
The words were meant as a safety net, but they only made Chaerin more flustered.
"They say it's bad for a guy's health if he doesn't release his semen. You've been in the hospital so long, you probably need to get it out quick... Honestly it feels kind of weird, but it's something that has to be done, so..."
Even as she claimed it felt weird, the corners of her mouth kept curling upward.
As if she couldn't hold back any longer, Chaerin grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the mattress.
'Take them off. I'll do it with my hand."
She swallowed hard. The faint bob of her throat betrayed every ounce of her nervousness.
She carefully sank to her knees in front of me. Even after sitting me on the mattress, her attempts to get my pants off were clumsy.
Yet those trembling eyes stayed locked on one place only-the swollen front of my pants.
I couldn't wait either. I immediately undid the buckle. The sound of the zipper sliding down seemed deafening in the quiet room. The second the underwear came off, my cock sprang free with a heavy slap.
"...!"
Chaerin's shoulders jerked. Her eyes went round with a mix of pure shock and raw curiosity.
It was nothing like an ordinary man's. Overwhelming size and heat. Thick veins bulged along the shaft while the brutally flared head twitched, flaunting its presence.
She stared so hard her mouth fell open. Just that gaze alone made my cock swell even harder, more menacing.
"I-I'll do it...?"
Her voice trembled as a small white hand approached with extreme care. Fingers so delicate they looked ready to snap brushed against my burning cock.
I sucked in a sharp breath without meaning to. A full-body shiver ran through me. Warm, soft, moist, unbelievably pliant.
It was a sensation light-years beyond my own rough, clumsy hand-the pure pleasure of a woman's soft skin. My spine prickled.
Having a girl actually hold my cock for the first time in my life hit with devastating force.
Chaerin's small right hand couldn't even wrap all the way around my massive length. The visual of that size difference alone made my head spin. This tiny hand was gripping my cock right now.
She couldn't meet my eyes at all, completely absorbed in the huge cock filling her palm.
When the pleasure made me twitch, she startled.
"Are you okay? Did I squeeze too hard?"
"No. It feels amazing right now."
She could have gripped tighter and I would have been fine, but I didn't have the luxury of saying so.
Her first strokes were terribly clumsy. Too slow, too light, completely lost. She had no idea how to handle a cock and could only rub it up and down. Even that awkwardness drove me crazy.
The simple fact that my twin sister was blushing while holding my cock was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Soon precum began to well up from the tip in thick drops. The clear, sticky fluid slid down the shaft and suddenly her hand started gliding much more smoothly.
Schlick, schlick, schlick.
Now the proper wet sounds filled the room-my cock getting stroked by my twin sister's hand, the lewd noise echoing in the small space.
Her white hand shone obscenely, slick with my precum.
The filthy sight her own hand was creating seemed to excite her further; her breathing turned ragged and she twisted her hips slightly.
Fingers that had grown a little more used to the handjob began exploring every inch of my cock.
She swept her thumb up the ridged veins, then rubbed the sensitive underside of the head with the soft heel of her palm.
Every time I twitched in response, her eyes lit up like she'd discovered hidden treasure.
"Does this feel good? Here? Or here?"
She even brought her left hand in, now pumping me with both.
I tried to meet her eyes and instead found myself staring straight into that deep cleavage. Every time she moved her arms, those heavy breasts bounced and my mind went blank.
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Before long she was using a proper wrist snap, stroking in a steady rhythm. My cock looked like it was dancing inside her hands.
I couldn't help admiring how quickly she'd gotten the hang of it-barely five minutes in. Maybe she had been practicing handjobs just for me.
What started slow grew faster and faster, and my breathing turned rough to match.
My balls tightened hard; the urge to cum rose fast. But ending it now would be a waste.
I wanted to savor this pleasure a little longer. I clenched my teeth, tensed my thighs, and forced the climax back down.
Chaerin must have sensed the change-her hands faltered for a second. She looked up and met my eyes for the first time.
Those slightly panicked eyes were full of the fear that she'd done something wrong. I smiled without thinking and spoke quietly.
"Keep going."
At those two words her face bloomed bright again. Like a puppy praised for good behavior, she refocused on my cock and worked her hands even more passionately.
Far bolder and more explicit than before.
Whether she had practiced or not, she started rubbing the head with her precum-soaked palms.
The orgasm came roaring back like a wave. This time there was no stopping it. I decided I was going to paint those little hands white.
"Chaerin... I'm cumming...!"
At the warning her hands instinctively clenched tighter around my cock. That pressure was the final trigger.
Brrrrrrrt-!
An enormous load erupted like a volcano. Thick, scalding cum filled her small hands and overflowed, running down her wrists to soak her pale thighs.
A few ropes shot high enough to leave white streaks across her cheek and chin.
Chaerin's eyes went huge at the unexpected volume and force.
"Hyaat-?"
The orgasm wouldn't stop.
Gulp, gulp. My cock kept thrashing, wringing out every last drop buried deep in my balls.
Chaerin could only stare blankly down at the mess covering her hands and face.
Shock and unmistakable excitement warred on her features. Watching that face, my eyebrows twitched.
Still catching the last lazy dribbles on her fingertips, she murmured,
"There's so much..."
Without thinking she brought the cum-coated fingers toward her tongue.
The second our eyes met she realized what she was doing and her face went nuclear red.
"I-I was just curious what it tasted like! Anyway, I'm gonna go wash my hands...!"
She scrambled up and fled to the bathroom like her life depended on it.
Alone in the room, I burst out laughing at how adorable her reaction had been. And even before the afterglow of the orgasm faded, I felt my cock already starting to rise again.
Normally a guy hit refractory period after one load, but this body showed zero signs of cooling down.
Was a real girl's hand just that different from jerking off alone? Not like I'd ever been with a woman before, so I had no idea.
"Damn..."
I didn't even know what to say. If a handjob felt this good, how mind-blowing would actual sex be?
Right then the phone on the desk vibrated.
A message from the blonde beauty I'd seen at the hospital-Subin.
I was about to reply when the memory of all those women staring holes through me earlier came flooding back.
Streets packed with women. The way everyone treated me like something special just for being male.
One orgasm had cleared my head just enough to notice how wrong that was.
I'd possessed this body, and I hadn't seen a single other man.
Where the hell were all the men?
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Chaerin locked the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror.
She turned on the faucet but had zero intention of washing the cum off her hands. The face looking back at her was flushed with pure lust.
"Haa... haa..."
The face of the happiest woman in the world, covered in her twin brother's semen.
She tugged her panties down a little; sticky nectar already stretched in long threads from her soaked folds.
With cum-smeared fingers she lightly stroked over her mound.
The satisfaction of having Sihyuk's semen on her pussy sent a sharp tingle racing up her spine.
"Haaahh...!"
When Sihyuk had the accident, Chaerin felt like she'd lost the entire world. She had cried in front of him all day long.
When he finally opened his eyes she thanked God. But the doctor's words about amnesia were a new kind of despair. The gentle twin brother who used to push her away was gone.
Yet when she brought up sexual processing, Sihyuk hadn't refused. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it.
Normally he would have been disgusted by the mere mention.
So she had pushed him into accepting the sexual processing.
A twinge of guilt hit her for taking advantage of his lost memories.
But that tiny guilt vanished the instant she wrapped her hand around his rock-hard cock.
Her first cock had been far bigger, thicker, and more magnificent than she ever imagined.
The moment that scorching load painted her hands and face, she felt an almost painfully lewd happiness.
Unlike other men he got hard easily, showed no pain, and even seemed to revel in it. It was strange, but she didn't care.
The amnesia seemed to have erased the personality that kept women at arm's length. And his sex drive might have gotten even stronger.
She wanted this happiness to last. Until his memories returned, she wanted to give him sexual processing every single night.
No-maybe even go further than just processing... deeper.
Maybe she could become a real family with the brother she loved.
"Oppa... Oppaaa..."
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I opened a search window at once. I needed information on all of this strangeness desperately.
The words Chaerin had let slip at the hospital, the women's stares I kept feeling, the streets filled with nothing but women every fragment drifted through my mind without locking into a single picture.
I typed a few words into the search bar.
Men. Women. Sex ratio. South Korea. The moment I hit enter, I sucked in a breath. Goosebumps rose over my entire body.
"...Where the hell am I?"
This was not the Earth I knew.
According to what I found, South Korea was an extreme female-majority society with a male-to-female ratio of 1:20. Men were classified as national protected assets and placed under special management beneath a powerful law called the Male Protection Act.
The near-total absence of men on the streets had not been chance. They were precious bodies, and common sense dictated that they spend most of their time at home or in secure facilities.
Even a brief search turned up news of women kidnapping and raping men. Only now did Chaerin's warning at the hospital to be careful of women land with full force against my skin.
Most shocking of all was this: the men of this world were born with low sexual desire. Some even felt pain upon erection. They tended, by instinct, to recoil from a woman's naked body.
The women, by contrast, carried a libido equal to or greater than the men of the Earth I knew.
Everything began to make sense. The burning looks the nurses had given me at the hospital. The way women on the street had stared at me like treasure. Even the taxi auntie's pitiful eagerness to strike up a conversation.
I had thought it was simple kindness toward someone who was sick. I had been completely wrong.
It was the hunger of women who had spent their whole lives craving men, spilling out in every glance and gesture. The women were so aroused they could barely stand it and yet men were scarce, and the few who existed would not give them sex.
I searched for sexual processing as well. For men, it said, semen building up in the body was harmful to health, so women periodically discharged it for them. In the past, family members or close acquaintances had often handled it. These days, however, going through professional institutions was the norm.
Chaerin's claim that a female family member would provide sexual processing was not entirely wrong. But I could also see that her offer was out of step with the present.
*...This is insane."
A laugh burst out of me before I could stop it. My heart was racing. I had thought being dropped into a strange Earth was a crisis. It was an opportunity.
For a lifelong virgin who, in his previous life, had never properly held a woman's hand, this was a paradise handed down by God.
Decent looks. A massive cock. A muscular body and staggering stamina. And a libido that put the men of this world to shame.
With that alone, I would be free to fuck as much as I wanted in this world.
The original owner of this body definitely didn't just leave all that sitting idle.
The mountain of women's contacts stacked on the phone was proof. From the message history, the body's previous owner had treated the women rather coldly and still they clung to him without end.
"I'm finally getting laid...!"
Just the happy fantasy of sex was enough to make my lower body swell heavy and thick. That was when it happened.
Click.
Chaerin came out of the bathroom. She had already wiped the water from her hands and face with a towel a pure, clean image utterly at odds with the filthy fantasies that had just filled my head.
I forced my excitement down and decided to test this world's common sense.
"Thanks for the sexual processing."
At my words, Chaerin's shoulders gave a little twitch. She looked at me with startled eyes, then answered as if it were nothing.
"Well, it's a hassle, but I'm a girl, so what can you do."
Then her cheeks flushed. The color climbed all the way to her earlobes, and she fidgeted, speaking in a small voice.
"...Want me to do it with my mouth next?"
That single line set the thread of my reason swaying dangerously.
There was no reason to refuse my twin little sister offering oral sexual processing. I nodded, and Chaerin hurried out of the room as if to hide her embarrassment, looking for something to do.
I wanted to grab her right then and there, but I decided to shower first. Too much precum was smeared on my cock, and after being discharged from the hospital, I wanted to wash.
Chaerin must have showered for a long time earlier the bathroom was still thick with hot steam.
Inside that cramped space, I laid out plans for what came next.
Should I contact the women in my phone and meet them? Or find a club this world had to have those too and go? My head was full of nothing but women and sex.
Knock knock.
Then Chaerin rapped on the bathroom door.
"Hey. Want me to attend you in the shower?"
Standing under the running water, I froze for a moment. I doubted my own ears.
Shower attendance? I had only ever heard that phrase in historical dramas. In modern society and from the mouth of my twin little sister?
How far gone was this world? Or rather - how far toward perfection?
I barely reined in the excitement boiling up inside me and asked in the most casual voice I could manage.
"Do family members usually attend a man's shower too?"
Silence held outside the door for a beat. One second. Two. Chaerin let a tiny pause pass before she answered.
"...Yeah. Of course. Men are precious, so women taking care of them in every little way is just common sense."
Common sense. The word slammed through my skull. What a glorious, perfect common sense. The women of this world might as well have existed for men.
An amusing guess brushed through my mind. A gender-reversed world. Women with overwhelming libido and scarce men. And a twin older brother who had lost his memory.
Was Chaerin using this situation to feed her own desire?
But what did that matter? To the me of right now, it made no difference at all.
Rising lust was numbing my reason. I took the doorknob in a wet hand and pulled it open.
The moment the door swung wide, Chaerin stood there barely covering her breasts and pussy with a single white towel.
The narrow bathroom, which had no bathtub, filled completely the instant both of us stepped inside.
Steam fogged the mirror; the scents of shampoo and soap hung in the air and over all of it, Chaerin's sweet woman-smell packed the space dense and thick.
Her bare white shoulders and slender collarbones, the smooth lines of her legs left uncovered by the towel, drove straight into my vision without mercy. The full outline of her breasts hanging precariously from the edge of the towel, and the secret place one could only imagine below all of it made me hard.
Chaerin flushed under my blatant stare but did not look away. Instead she met my eyes boldly and snatched the shower puff from my hand.
"Don't just stand there staring. Turn around. I'll wash you."
I caught the excitement hidden under her snippy tone easily enough. I gave a short laugh and turned my back without protest.
Soft foam and a small, warm hand began to stroke across my broad back.
Slick, slick.
The shower puff in Chaerin's little hand scrubbed over my wide back. Body-wash foam rose thick and covered me in a slick, slippery feel.
Neither of us said a word. I didn't know what there was to say. The fact that my twin little sister stood right behind me, naked under nothing but a towel, was so fucking hot I could barely stand it.
Even at a glance her breasts looked like D-cups. No E-cups? I had never properly seen a woman's chest before, so I couldn't tell. Maybe even F.
"Front too."
Judging the back finished, Chaerin spoke shortly. I turned slowly to face her.
"Ah, you...?"
Chaerin swallowed a breath at the unexpected sight. In that cramped space, right in front of her, my cock stood fully erect, head lifted as if it might burst.
Thud.
Wet with water and radiating a savage presence, my cock stabbed straight into the towel covering Chaerin's stomach. I almost felt the skin of her belly through the fabric.
"I-It got hard again...?"
Chaerin fidgeted her fingers, her expression flushed with excitement. She looked back and forth between the cock prodding her stomach and my face, and lightly rubbed her thighs together.
I looked down at her and said quietly,
"For my cock - not the shower puff. Use your hand."
It was for me, yes but also for Chaerin, who clearly wanted to touch it.
"Wash it carefully."
Chaerin bit her lip as if hesitating for a moment, then seemed to make up her mind and dropped the shower puff from her hand. With one hand she clung precariously to the slipping towel; with the other she reached for my cock.
Her small, soft hand wrapped around me.
She worked foam over my cock and began to wash it with little kneading motions. Holding the towel with one hand left her posture awkward and that only made it hotter.
Knead, knead. Slip, slip.
Her small hand rode up and down the shaft and carefully caressed the head. Having given me a handjob earlier, her movements grew more practiced by the second.
The brief handjob ended. Chaerin slid her hand lower and gently washed my two heavy balls as well. After working my cock for a long while, she rinsed away every last bit of foam, unable to hide the regret on her face.
"I'll wash your feet too."
As if reluctant to take her hand off my cock, she slowly crouched and knelt at my feet. Then she began carefully washing between my toes. That obedient posture was deeply satisfying.
After washing my feet for some time, Chaerin absently lifted her head.
"Ah...!"
Her gaze locked dead on my cock. She stared at it with eyes that held something close to awe.
Looking down at her, I reminded her of what she had said earlier.
"You said you'd do it with your mouth. Can you now?"
Chaerin did not answer in words. Instead she nodded, bright with pleasure.
And slowly, she opened her mouth.
Between her moist lips, neat white teeth and a red tongue came into view.
Chaerin flicked out her small tongue.
Slurp.
Her hot, soft tongue dragged a long, continuous lick from the root of my cock all the way up to the tip of the head.
"Oh..."
Every hair on my body stood on end. The sensation of a woman's tongue-something I was feeling for the first time-made me flinch without meaning to.
Just that single stroke of her tongue sent all the blood in my body surging straight down to my groin.
Encouraged by my reaction, Chaerin gave a brief, smiling look with her eyes. Then her right hand gently wrapped around the rigid pillar.
My cock was so large that her right hand could only encircle half of the shaft.
"Alright... I'll do the sexual processing."
Unable to hide the excitement in her voice, Chaerin parted her soft lips and slowly took the head into her mouth.
Schlick.
A hot, wet sensation enveloped the glans. It felt as if only the head had slipped into an entirely different space-one I had never known, and an incredibly pleasant one.
Chaerin began clumsily sucking on the head. She didn't seem to know how to work her tongue, simply mouthing at the glans she had taken in. Even so, it was more than stimulating enough.
The pleasure of a woman's mouth was warm, soft, and tight.
That tiny space, far too small to properly take my cock, delivered overwhelming pleasure all the same.
I still couldn't believe that the same mouth that had been so tsundere and prickly was now sucking on my cockhead.
I smiled inwardly and gently stroked Chaerin's light purple hair.
"Mmph..."
Greedy, she tried to swallow my cock even deeper. She hollowed her cheeks until they caved in, creating a near-vacuum as she sucked me in.
Thanks to that, my cock slid about halfway into her mouth. Beyond that, though, seemed impossible.
Her throat, completely inexperienced, was putting up firm resistance.
"Nngh...!"
The head must have struck her soft palate; Chaerin stifled a gag and let out a pained moan. I stroked her hair and pulled my cock free for a moment.
Looking at my cock glistening with her saliva, Chaerin wore an embarrassed expression.
"I-It's my first time... I haven't formally learned blowjob sexual processing yet. I'll do better next time...
Sorry."
"It's fine. It's your first time, after all."
If anything, I found her clumsy efforts endlessly adorable-and arousing.
My twin little sister, only just beginning to learn the taste of a man. The thought that I could train her however I liked made my desire to dominate surge.
Chaerin adjusted her posture. This time she began gently stroking the shaft with her right hand while sucking the head with her mouth at the same time.
She didn't stop there. In that brief interval she seemed to have figured out a lot about fellatio; she began lightly licking the underside of the head with the flat of her tongue.
Pleasure attacking me from three places at once made the world spin before my eyes.
Every time her saliva-slick hand slid up and down the shaft, my fist clenched on its own.
The longer it went on, the better her mouth felt.
At first her tongue had been still, but now it had fully come into its own. The technique of teasing the underside of the urethra with the tip of her tongue was no joke.
Her slick tongue and the soft flesh of her cheeks clung wetly to my cock.
"Haa... Chaerin..."
"Mmph, chuuup, chuuup."
At the sound of my voice, Chaerin lifted her head and looked up at me.
Lips glossy with saliva and my precum, eyes hazy with pleasure, cheeks flushed red from the steam.
The moment I saw that cute yet lewd face, the urge to cum surged upward at terrifying speed.
I wanted to completely defile this adorable girl and make her mine.
I wanted to yank away the towels covering her chest and pussy right that second.
"I'm gonna cum."
Chaerin's eyes went wide at my words. I gently held her head and lightly thrust my hips, pushing deeper into her small mouth.
Spurt! Spurt!
Strength flooded into my thighs of its own accord, and pleasure hot enough to cook my brain shot from my cock.
The satisfaction of dumping my load into a woman's mouth amplified the pleasure even further.
"Mmph!? Mph! Nngh...!"
The massive volume of cum filled her narrow mouth, and Chaerin trembled as if she had been ambushed.
Because I had pushed my cock all the way to the entrance of her throat, she momentarily couldn't breathe and slightly opened her mouth.
The second her lips parted, the cum that had filled her mouth spilled out along the corners of her lips.
She closed her mouth again too late.
In the end, not knowing what else to do, Chaerin spat the remaining cum in her mouth out onto her right hand.
Looking at the thick load she had spat out with a "Bleh," Chaerin suddenly wore a thoughtful expression.
Was she maybe wanting to swallow the cum?
Why the cum? The thought crossed my mind, but I quickly understood. This wasn't ordinary Earth-
women's libido here was far greater than men's.
The sight of Chaerin wanting to eat the cum her oppa had just shot was insanely hot.
"You gonna eat that cum?"
I asked purely out of curiosity, with no special intent. Caught red-handed staring at the cum, Chaerin looked startled.
"W-What are you talking about?! I wouldn't eat your cum even if you paid me. I washed you, so we're done, right? I'm leaving first!"
Chaerin blustered loudly, hastily rinsed the cum off her palm under the water, and fled the bathroom.
As she escaped the bathroom like she was running away, her ass swayed lewdly.
And I saw it-a single strand of clear fluid that dripped from between Chaerin's thighs with a soft plop.
Left alone in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Despite Chaerin's service, this massive cock showed not the slightest sign of softening; it still stood proudly at full attention.
Uncontrollable stamina. I had already cum twice today, yet it still felt like it wasn't enough.
Only after dousing myself in cold water for a long while was I finally able to leave the bathroom.
Once I changed into the fresh underwear and pajamas Chaerin had folded and left outside the bathroom, the smell of ramen hit my nose,
On the small living-room table sat two bowls of steaming ramen, steam still rising thickly from them.
"Oh, ramen?"
Mistaking my words for a complaint, Chaerin grumbled.
"Hey, I didn't know you were getting discharged today. I didn't go grocery shopping, so this is all there is for dinner. I'll make something better tomorrow. Sorry."
"Do you usually eat a lot of ramen?"
"While you were in the hospital I ate a lot of ramen."
The moment I heard that, something in my chest tightened.
Someone apologizing for not being able to make me a delicious meal. It was completely moving.
And thinking of Chaerin surviving on ramen alone the whole time this body had been in the hospital made my heart ache a little. We probably didn't have much money.
I met the eyes of Chaerin sitting across from me and spoke from the heart.
"Anything you make is good. I'll eat it happily. Thanks."
"W-What's with the sudden embarrassment? Just eat already."
Chaerin answered gruffly and turned her head, but I saw the tips of her ears flush slightly red.
While I sat still, Chaerin bustled around the kitchen and set some kimchi down in front of me.
Hungry, she slurped up the hot noodles with gusto.
Her small lips, stained with bright-red ramen broth, entered my field of vision. Instantly the earlier pity vanished without a trace, and lust reared its head again.
It still didn't feel real that those same small lips currently eating ramen had just been sucking my cock.
The way her lips moved as she sucked in the noodles overlapped perfectly with the way they had sucked on my cockhead.
The scene from the bathroom earlier came flooding back in vivid detail. Just watching her eat ramen was enough to make my lower body grow heavy again.
I couldn't tell whether the problem was that Chaerin was too pretty and lewd, or that my lust was simply too strong.
"Hey."
I was half-eating my ramen while stealing glances at Chaerin's lips when she spoke first.
"I saw earlier-your phone kept going off. If you don't remember anything, don't bother replying. Those heat-crazed bitches just make things hard for you... tsk."
"Ah, that. It surprised me a bit. Was I originally that popular?"
*Popular? What popularity. It's just because men are rare. You think they actually like you? Don't get the wrong idea."
Chaerin snapped as she stirred her noodles with her chopsticks. She looked exactly like a little kid fretting that someone might steal her toy, and I couldn't help smiling.
Was she jealous, maybe?
When the meal ended, Chaerin handed me a small medicine packet, saying it was from the hospital.
Medication for aftereffects of the car accident, she explained.
Without much thought I swallowed a few pills with water. Whether it was my imagination or not, my head felt a little clearer.
After confirming I had taken the medicine, Chaerin stood up from her seat.
"You just got discharged today, so rest a bit."
She had already handled my sexual processing, attended me in the shower, and even made ramen. Just resting after all that pricked my conscience, so I answered,
"I'll do the dishes."
Clang!
The bowl in Chaerin's hand slipped and hit the floor with a loud crash. She stared at me with an expression of pure disbelief.
'Did you... hit your head again or something?"
Remembering my amnesia, she pushed my back with a mixture of worry and irritation.
"What kind of man does the dishes?! That's women's work. You go lie down right now!"
Her firm hands guided me until I plopped down onto the mattress.
"Stop talking nonsense and just go to sleep already. That's how you help."
Worry hidden inside her gruff tone.
Along with the soft give of the mattress, a quiet laugh slipped out of me.
So being a man here just means getting waited on hand and foot.
It was sweet as honey.
Just then, as if something had occurred to her while she washed the dishes, Chaerin spoke.
"Oh, right. We start academy on Monday."
"Academy? What academy?"
"You forgot that too? You must have really smashed your head hard."
Chaerin clicked her tongue, yet her voice still sounded somehow excited.
"Marriage Academy. Search for 'Female Academy' on the internet."
-x-X-x-
When I opened my eyes, the first thing that greeted me was the blanket rising like a tent.
My cock was so big it jutted past my pants and poked the covers straight up. I groped the space beside me out of habit and found no one. Aside from the rock-hard erection, my body felt remarkably refreshed -healthy, even.
Breakfast waited on the living-room table. Steam curled from a bowl of white rice and a pot of doenjang jjigae that filled the apartment with its savory, earthy scent. Back before the possession, when I lived alone and survived on convenience-store meals, a scene like this had been pure fantasy.
My phone showed a message from Chaerin saying she was heading out for her part-time job. The meal itself was ordinary rice and stew, yet eating real home cooking after so long made me genuinely happy. Thinking of her waking early, shopping at the market, and cooking for me, I wanted to praise her.
After finishing breakfast I searched for the marriage academy she had mentioned the day before. The official name was the perfectly ordinary Marriage and Family Harmony Academy University. The related searches and community posts, however, were far more blunt.
- Search Results
Bitch Academy Practical Training Review (18+)
- Search Results
How to Get Chosen by a Man at the Academy.txt
- Search Results
Sex Tips You Should Know Before Entering the Academy.tips
- Search Results
Graduated from Bitch Academy Still a Virgin-Is My Life Ruined?
- Search Results
I Caressed Exactly Like They Taught at the Academy but My Boyfriend Didn't Like It. What Do I Do?
The premise was simple. In a society with an extreme gender imbalance, the state had created this adult academy university to combat low marriage and birth rates. The Marriage Academy was not a place where women went looking for men; it was a place where women learned everything necessary to be chosen by one. Women became bitches waiting to be selected, and men married whichever bitch they fancied. It was also a regular university where students took major courses for careers alongside the marriage curriculum.
My scrolling finger stopped. The words under the mandatory curriculum stabbed into my eyes.
Male Psychology Analysis, Techniques of Praise and Affirmation-those I could accept. But then:
Service Technique Practicals
Detail: Master every physical technique for satisfying men-oral, manual, breast service, and more.
Even that still felt abstract. So it was a place where women learned every method of caressing and fucking? The next entry shattered any remaining illusions.
Coital Technique Practicals (Sexual Intercourse)
Detail: Practice delivering pleasure to men through every position-missionary, cowgirl, doggy, and all others.
It was insane. They actually taught women how to have sex at the academy? Just as every Korean man was drafted into the military, every adult in this country-man or woman-was required to enroll in the academy. That meant every woman in the nation received mandatory education in caressing and sex.
What came next was even more staggering.
Evaluation Method
All service technique practicals and physical evaluations are conducted using the small number of male students enrolled at the academy as teaching materials.
"Teaching materials?"
If I became one of those materials, it meant I'd be caressed and fucked by all those women, didn't it? Excitement tingled through the fingers that tapped my phone screen. My head filled with nothing but fantasies of the Bitch Academy that would begin tomorrow.
I kept searching-campus life rules, location, and finally the incoming-student supply list. The moment I clicked, a long roster appeared.
OFFICIAL SUPPLY LIST
Male Students
— No one —
Just two words. That brevity said everything.
The women's list, by contrast, stretched on forever.
OFFICIAL SUPPLY LIST
Female Students
1. Academic / Study Materials
Designated textbooks (10 volumes total)
A Woman's Duty
The History of Submission
Male Protection Act Commentary
Introduction to Male Psychology
Service Techniques for Master
Practical Sexual Positions
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Complete set of writing instruments
2. Physical Training & Care
Kegel exercise aids (smart Kegel devices recommended)
Full range of depilatory tools (razors, waxing strips, tweezers, etc.)
Assorted functional lingerie and stockings (minimum 10 sets)
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3. Special Practical Supplies.
Vaginal douche
Body-paint set and molding tools
Massage oils (various scents)
Contraceptives (minimum three-month supply)
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Just the book titles left my jaw hanging. This wasn't a marriage academy-it was a slave academy.
While I was still searching, my phone rang. The name on the screen wasn't Chaerin's but Han Subin's-the blonde beauty I had met at the hospital yesterday. Of course I answered at once.
📞Han Subin
"H-hey, Sihyuk! It's me, Subin! Is it okay that I called?"
Her voice over the line was tight with nerves. The tremor proved that calling a man was still a rare event for her.
"It's fine. What's up?"
"I just wanted to check if your body was okay. Are you really all right? It must have been hard at the hospital..."
"It was nothing. I just lay there for a bit."
"If anything happens, tell me right away! My mom's a doctor, so I can get help immediately."
Subin asked after me as carefully as if she were handling fragile treasure. The excessive concern felt almost awkward.
"More importantly-are you going to the academy tomorrow too?"
"Yeah. Oh! I checked ahead of time, and you, me, and Chaerin are all assigned to the same class!"
"Oh yeah? Want to head over together in the morning, then?"
At my suggestion I heard her suck in a sharp breath. Silence stretched for a moment.
*...R-really? We can... go together?"
"Why not? We're in the same class anyway."
"Y-yes! I'd love that! Of course I would! Then I'll come to your place tomorrow morning! What time should I get there?"
Her voice was bursting with excitement. We settled the plan quickly. Still, it was obvious she didn't want to hang up; she hesitated and found a new topic.
"Um... are you looking forward to the academy? Or... are you a little worried?"
Worried? Only that my erection might never go down. Outwardly I answered with calm indifference.
"Dunno. We'll see when we get there. Sounds fun, though."
"R-right? It'll definitely be fun! And you... you'll do great. Everyone's going to like you."
Having run out of things to say, Subin eventually ended the call with a promise to see me tomorrow.
'See you tomorrow!"
"Yeah. See you tomorrow."
By evening Chaerin returned from her part-time job. She looked tired, yet the moment she stepped inside she began preparing dinner for me. The sizzle of oil and its rich aroma filled the small apartment, and my stomach growled on its own.
I lay on the mattress and watched her busy back-the apron strings cinched around her slender waist, the round outline of her hips visible through thin pants. Imagining that body learning every service technique at the academy made tomorrow feel even more promising.
"It's ready, so come out."
Her blunt voice was accompanied by the clink of two plates set on the table. Freshly made omurice still steamed. On top of the fluffy yellow egg she had drawn a crooked cat face in ketchup. She had clearly tried hard, but artistic talent was not among Chaerin's gifts.
'This cat looks kind of angry."
Her shoulders flinched. She avoided my eyes and cleared her throat.
"Shut up and just eat. I just scribbled it without thinking."
An obvious lie-her face was bright red. I smirked and picked up my spoon.
"Thanks for the food."
I was about to dig in when I noticed Chaerin still sitting motionless.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"Huh? Obviously the man takes the first bite, then I eat."
"Ah."
Truly a convenient world for men.
I scooped a big spoonful of omurice into my mouth. Soft egg and warm, savory fried rice melted together. It was pretty good.
After we finished and while Chaerin washed the dishes, I found something among her things: several thick books-academy textbooks. The thickest practical manual caught my eye especially.
Service Techniques for Master
Bored, I pulled it out and flipped the pages. Explicit anatomical diagrams and detailed photographs explained exactly how to handle a woman's body. I turned the pages in quiet admiration of the sheer frankness until I stopped at "Chapter 2: Foundations of Caressing - Nipple Development."
Textbook Excerpt
....It must be remembered that a woman's nipples are not organs that exist solely for pleasure. The nipples are the most basic physical site that proves her feelings toward a man. An unerect nipple is like an unprepared heart.
Therefore, before sexual processing or intercourse, women must always bring their nipples to a firm erection, signaling that they are ready to receive Master's touch. In cases of inverted nipples, proceed to "Chapter 9: Special Disabilities."
What an absurd explanation of nipples. I kept flipping.
Textbook Excerpt
Basic Caress Method 1-3: Palm Rolling
Press the fully erect nipple under the palm and gently roll it. The sensation of the hard bud gliding beneath soft skin delivers a stable, pleasing stimulation to the man...
That was as far as I got before Chaerin, who had somehow sidled up beside me, peeked at the same page.
"...Ugh, they really teach all this."
She muttered, trying to sound casual while looking away, but her bright-red earlobes betrayed her true feelings with perfect honesty.
"Can I touch your chest later?"
"Really?!"
Chaerin cried out in pure delight. Realizing how loud she had been, she grew thoroughly embarrassed.
"...I-I don't know! I'm going to wash up first. I got all sweaty from work!"
With that she fled into the bathroom as if escaping. I composed my heart with solemn reverence and prepared myself to touch Chaerin's breasts.
-x-X-x-
The bathroom door opened carefully, and Chaerin emerged through a veil of pale steam.
Her freshly showered body carried the clean, youthful scent of body wash.
Even though she had dried her hair, a faint dampness still clung to the strands, leaving them slightly wet, while the hot vapor had left her fair cheeks flushed and glowing.
The moment her breasts were about to be touched, every trace of her usual grumbling vanished; only the face of a shy young girl remained.
Chaerin wore a loose short-sleeved pajama top. Through that thin fabric the rounded contours of her full, rising breasts stood out in clear relief.
"...Were you still looking?"
Spotting me with the textbook still in my hands, she quickly averted her eyes. I gave a quiet laugh, set the book aside, and beckoned her over.
"Come here."
Chaerin hesitated, lips working as if she might protest. Then, resigning herself, she trudged forward and carefully settled into the chair in front of me.
Even after a long shift and cooking dinner she should have been exhausted, yet her eyes trembled with the faintest spark of anticipation.
"Can I touch your breasts?"
Her shoulders gave a little shiver. Head bowed low, she murmured in a tiny voice,
"...D-Do whatever you want."
"I'll follow the textbook exactly. Think of it as preparation."
I spoke lightly as my fingers found the hem of her pajama top.
Thin, soft cloth under my touch. When I slowly lifted the fabric, her pale, slender waist and flat belly came into view.
Chaerin sucked in a sharp breath and tensed her stomach; her whole body had gone rigid with tension.
Once the top was completely removed, a pale-pink bra appeared.
It was the first time I had ever looked at my twin sister's undergarment like this.
The unfamiliar sight made my cock grow thick and heavy in an instant.
The bra could not fully contain her generous breasts; the soft upper swell spilled over the cups just a little.
"Take this off too."
".... "
Instead of answering she kept her head down and, with trembling fingers, reached behind her back for the clasp.
Whether from anticipation or nerves, her fingers fumbled several times before a soft click sounded and the bra came free.
At last the two ripe breasts hung fully exposed before my eyes, nothing left to hide them.
"Whoa..."
An involuntary gasp of admiration left my lips. Two full breasts sat beautifully against her fair skin.
At their tips rested shy, light-pink areolas and small nipples that still slept, soft and dormant.
I recalled the textbook passage.
"Get ready."
"...What?"
"The book said so, didn't it? Make your nipples stand up before you welcome your master."
Her face flared scarlet.
"A-Are you insane? H-How am I supposed to do that...!"
"You have to do it yourself. Hurry."
I folded my arms and urged her on like a strict instructor.
Ordinarily I could never be this firm with Chaerin, yet somehow tonight was different.
Perhaps I possessed a natural talent for handling women.
In my previous life I had never even properly held a girl's hand, so I had never known such a gift existed inside me.
After a brief hesitation Chaerin brought her trembling hands to her own chest.
Her small fingers lightly gathered the fabric of her pajama top and began to rub her nipples gently through the cloth.
Watching her caress her own breasts, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, made me clench my fists with pure excitement.
Before long a thin moan slipped from her lips.
"Hnn..."
A moment later she carefully withdrew her hands. I held my breath and watched the change.
Nipples that had been nearly flat only moments ago now stood stiff and proud.
Those tiny hard peaks, fully erect and demanding attention, were the perfect signal that she was ready.
"Good girl."
With a satisfied smile I finished stripping away her pajamas and finally stretched my hands toward her breasts.
The instant my fingertips met her warm, soft flesh, her whole body jerked hard.
"Hyaah!"
A violent, electric reaction ran through her. For a second I wondered if I had done something wrong, but the expectant light in her eyes told me to continue.
I cupped her right breast completely with my palm.
Soft, overflowing flesh filled my hand, pliant and full beyond what one palm could hold.
I applied slow pressure, rolling my hand in gentle circles.
Under my palm I felt the hard little nipple, and every time I pressed it Chaerin's body twitched.
"Haah... nnngh...!"
She twisted her hips and bit her lip, fighting the pleasure.
By every standard I had known, a woman should not collapse so easily from mere breast play.
Perhaps the women of this world were not only more lustful-their bodies were simply more sensitive.
Aroused even further, I gave her left breast the same attention.
Both hands cradled her twin mounds, kneading them slowly in opposite directions.
The thought that I had lived an entire life without ever touching a woman's breasts suddenly felt almost tragic.
With the tip of my index finger I flicked one of her erect nipples-just the lightest tap. The little peak quivered.
"Hyaak!"
A near-scream tore from her throat and her hips jerked. Far more sensitive than I had expected.
Amused, I began to toy with both nipples in turn, flicking them playfully with my fingertips.
Each time Chaerin clung to my shoulders, trembling all over, at a complete loss for what to do.
I recalled the textbook again, then carefully pinched her right nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Wait, Sihyuk... haah... stop..."
Her sweet, pleading voice begged me to quit.
I ignored her. I tightened my fingers, gave the nipple a light pinch, and tugged it upward.
"Hyaaaah...!"
A cry of a completely different order-nearly an orgasmic scream-burst from her lips.
Her eyes lost focus and grew wet; between her legs sticky love juices already soaked through the crotch of her pajama bottoms.
"We're not finished yet."
I whispered mischievously and took the still-pinched nipple into my mouth.
"Kyaah...!"
She could not even scream properly.
Shock that a man had taken her nipple into his mouth, combined with the overwhelming rush of pleasure, left her entire body shuddering.
I wrapped my tongue around the little peak and rolled it slowly.
Every time the flat of my tongue or its tip tapped the nipple, her lower half convulsed as if electrified.
My mouth gently suckled the right nipple with steady pressure.
When I stiffened my tongue and pressed hard against the most sensitive tip, Chaerin's body sprang upward like a coiled spring.
"H-Hey! You're only supposed to touch...!"
Everything leaving her mouth had already melted into pure moans of pleasure.
It was the first time I had ever made a woman climax.
Watching Chaerin tremble and come apart filled me with a conquering satisfaction so vast I felt I owned the whole world.
The emotion was so new and so fierce that I no longer knew how to stop-nor did the thought of stopping even occur to me.
Still savoring her reactions, I tightened the hand that gripped her left breast.
Between thumb and forefinger I took the stiffened nipple and twisted it slowly, relentlessly, clockwise.
"Nn... nngh...! It's weird... it's weird... my head... spinning...!"
Soft, wet pleasure flooded her from the right while sharp, electric sparks attacked from the left.
The two opposing sensations seemed to short-circuit her brain completely.
In the end she could no longer endure it; her thighs twisted tightly together.
Still I did not stop.
"Sihyuk... my... my breasts feel so strange... please... hnnngh!"
Her desperate pleas were the highest praise I could receive.
Just like before, her hips began to lift off the chair. Another climax was building.
The hands gripping my shoulders squeezed harder and harder.
Using both mouth and fingers I stimulated both nipples at once.
"No, no, no...! I can't... any more...! I'm-I'm coming...!"
Finally, with the right nipple thoroughly wet, I gave its very tip the lightest, most delicate bite with my front teeth.
Not enough to hurt, yet sharp enough to be unmistakably felt.
In that instant-
"Hijjjjjit!"
A long, tearing scream ripped from Chaerin's throat.
Her white body went rigid on the chair, convulsing as though seized by a fit.
Her eyes rolled back; saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Both hands lost their grip on my shoulders and flailed desperately in empty air, as if searching for something to hold onto.
Between her legs love juices gushed out, completely soaking the crotch of her pajama bottoms.
How long the storm lasted I could not say.
When the violent waves of pleasure finally receded, Chaerin collapsed against me, utterly spent.
Exhaustion from work and cooking, plus the first truly intense nipple orgasm of her life, had drained every last drop of strength from her body.
She gasped for breath, sweat-damp hair stuck to her cheeks, and rested her head on my shoulder.
"...I'm so tired."
The voice she managed to squeeze out was soft and dazed, half-asleep already.
I simply held her close. Her soft, warm breasts pressed fully against my chest.
A satisfied smile rose unbidden to my lips. Completely limp, Chaerin nestled in my arms and drifted into quiet, even sleep.
I brushed a light kiss across her damp forehead. Tonight would end here.
-x-X-x-
I woke to the thrilling memories of the night before. Unfortunately, no one lay beside me.
Chaerin had already risen and was preparing breakfast. From the living room came a savory aroma mixed with the soft clatter of dishes.
I threw off the quilt still tented by my morning wood and climbed out of bed.
Even while I showered and washed away the traces of last night, my head was filled with nothing but the academy. Anticipation for the place that would begin today refused to settle.
An academy packed with women who studied everything for the sake of marriage and sex-what kind of place would that even be?
Just imagining it made my cock harden again. I doused myself in cold water to clear my head.
When I stepped out, a steaming plate of omurice waited on the table, still decorated with her clumsy ketchup cat. It looked a little better than yesterday's attempt, at least.
Only after I took my first spoonful did Chaerin pick up her own.
"I told Subin we should walk to the academy together," I said lightly around a mouthful of rice.
Her spoon froze for a second.
"Han Subin? With her?"
"Yeah. The three of us are in the same class."
*...Hmm.
Chaerin made a noncommittal little sound and stabbed her omurice, shoving a big bite into her mouth. She didn't say anything more, but her lips had pushed out in the faintest pout, as if something about it grated on her.
After breakfast we got ready to leave.
It was an adult academy, so there were no uniforms. Chaerin wore her usual easy clothes-a comfortable sweatshirt and jeans. I dressed much the same.
But when we opened the front door, someone with an entirely different atmosphere was already waiting.
"S-Sihyuk! Good morning!"
It was Han Subin.
Her bright blonde hair fell to her shoulders. She wore a light white blouse and a soft pink skirt-dressed up far more carefully than when I had seen her at the hospital.
Was she doing it for me?
Her face was flushed with nerves, but her eyes sparkled with expectation.
I almost forgot how to speak, then scrambled for something to say and settled on a compliment.
"Wow. You look really pretty."
At my sincere praise her face turned so red it looked ready to burst. I had so little experience complimenting a woman's looks that I had nearly forgotten to do it at all.
"Really? Th-thank you...!"
Subin fidgeted, not knowing what to do with herself, and kept touching her hair.
Chaerin watched the scene from the corner of her eye, then tugged lightly on my arm.
"We'll be late. Let's go."
We set off side by side toward the academy.
Our neighborhood was an ordinary residential area; the morning air was fresh and the streets quiet. But the closer we drew to the academy, the stranger the scenery became.
At first it was only one or two women who looked like they were heading to the academy the same as us. Once we reached the main road, their numbers swelled dramatically-and their outfits had nothing ordinary about them.
One woman wore a beige knit dress so close to skin tone it almost disappeared. No underwear lines showed at all; she had clearly pulled it on over bare skin. It was the classic "dongtan look." The thin knit stretched tight over her full breasts and the curves of her ass, so taut it looked ready to split. Every step made lewd outlines of chest or hips jump into view, inviting fantasies as vivid as if she were naked.
Another woman wore a sheer blouse over a black bra. She was essentially showing everything, yet the single thin layer of fabric made the display feel even more deliberate and seductive.
"...."
Beside me, Subin unconsciously tightened her own collar. Her gaze flickered with unease. Chaerin's expression stayed blank, but the faint crease between her brows betrayed her discomfort.
I had nothing to say. I simply took in the spectacle unfolding in front of me. No matter how many times I reminded myself, this was not a fashion show-it was just ordinary women walking to school.
And the fashion show was only the beginning.
By the time the academy's main gate came into view, I doubted my own eyes.
A group of women was crossing the street. One of them had an incredibly short miniskirt wrapped around her hips.
It was so short that with every step the lines of her thong and the cleft of her ass were fully visible. Looking closer, I could even see the neatly trimmed hair above her pussy.
"Isn't that... a bit much?"
Subin murmured, almost whispering. I agreed. Even in this gender-reversed world, that was basically public exposure.
"That's nothing," Chaerin said flatly.
"There are worse?"
"Yeah. Some upperclassmen show up with nothing but body paint on their upper bodies, or just a jacket over pierced nipples. What you're seeing is pretty standard.'
Apparently this world required me to relearn the definition of "ordinary."
There was something else strange. Every woman dressed so provocatively would flush with open delight the moment her eyes met mine. Yet not one of them approached or spoke. They kept a careful distance and simply poured heat into their gazes.
Their eyes were full of raw desire and the feverish heat of women in heat, yet their behavior remained astonishingly restrained.
"Why do they only stare? No one comes over to talk."
At my question Chaerin clicked her tongue and looked at me.
"You don't remember that either? Guys hate it when women act all horny. Makes them look like monkeys in heat. So everyone pretends to be demure and sexless on the outside. Inside they're screaming for you to shove it in right this second."
Ah. Overflowing with lust, yet hiding it because men found the display unattractive. So they played the modest part.
The academy gate we finally reached was far larger and more imposing than I had expected. Massive stone pillars and ornate carvings recalled an ancient temple, as if the place were boasting its status as a pillar of society.
In a world where the male-to-female ratio stood at one to twenty, nothing mattered more than marriage and childbirth. The social weight of this marriage academy was beyond words.
A sign directed new students to the auditorium first.
Passing through the gate and entering the hall, I was overwhelmed all over again by its scale. The space looked large enough to hold a thousand people. More than a hundred freshmen already sat in the chairs -almost all of them women. Male freshmen were hard to spot.
As the only man in sight, I naturally became the center of countless stares: envy, curiosity, and above all a fierce sexual hunger. Hundreds of eyes fixed on me made it hard to breathe.
"Sihyuk, our class seats are over there."
Subin tugged lightly at my sleeve and whispered. Thanks to her I recovered enough to find the sign for Class 1-1 and take a seat. Chaerin and Subin sat pressed close against me on either side.
A short while later every light in the auditorium went out and a spotlight flooded the stage. In that calm atmosphere the entrance ceremony began.
Familiar formalities-saluting the flag, singing the national anthem-passed. But when it came time for the freshman representative's oath, the mood shifted completely.
The ordinary air of the hall sank into solemn silence the moment the representative stepped onto the stage.
A woman with long black hair neatly tied back walked up. She had a distinctly intellectual look, yet she had not forgotten to show off her figure in a form-fitting suit-style outfit.
From her introduction I learned she was Cha Ayeong, the top-ranked entrant to the academy. When I whispered a question to Chaerin, she told me the women had taken entrance exams before admission.
While Chaerin and I muttered to each other, Cha Ayeong began reading the oath in a clear, ringing voice.
"I swear! We, the entire body of new students, as proud citizens of the Republic of Korea and as future wives who will serve our great men, do solemnly swear the following."
At her lead every woman in the auditorium raised her right hand and echoed the words. Their voices became a single enormous wave that shook the hall.
"One! We swear to uphold the noble spirit of the Male Protection Act, to recognize every man as a specially protected national asset, and to place their physical and mental well-being above all else!"
"One! We swear to remember that any attempt at sexual contact against a man's will is a serious crime, and that we will serve their bodies only when permission is given!"
"One! We swear to fulfill the sacred duty of receiving a man's precious genes, bearing healthy offspring, and raising them for the continued existence and prosperity of this nation!"
Swear, swear, swear. Not a trace of hesitation colored their voices. Like devotees reciting holy scripture, their faces even held a kind of grim resolve.
I had thought I understood this world reasonably well. The freshman oath left my mouth hanging open.
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Once the freshman oath concluded, an elegant woman stepped onto the stage.
It was Choi Ara, Chairman of the Academy University.
"New students, I offer you my sincere welcome to this glorious occasion. From this day forward you will carry out the most vital mission this nation has ever known: to serve great men, receive their genes, and ensure the prosperity of humankind.
This academy will remake you into the finest wives any man could choose. Wear that pride openly and join us on this great journey."
Her voice was soft yet commanding; the women answered with thunderous applause. The next person to take the podium radiated an entirely different atmosphere.
Student Council President Choi Seoa.
The moment she appeared, the air inside the auditorium grew hotter. Waves of admiration and envy rolled through the seats.
A glossy brown ponytail, a body without a single ounce of excess fat, and underwear so skimpy it barely covered anything at all. "Hot" was nowhere near strong enough for a figure like hers.
"Freshmen."
Choi Seoa's voice was cold and razor-sharp.
"As the Chairman said, you came here to become the best wives possible. Do not misunderstand. University is not a playground."
Her gaze swept slowly across the audience.
"Every one of you is a rival to the others. Only the most outstanding, the most devoted, and the most alluring woman will earn a man's choice and the right to become a wife.
Laziness and complacency mean elimination. Remember that-remember what it means to grow old alone, never chosen by any man."
At her icy words the hall fell so silent not even a breath could be heard. Then, mid-speech, Seoa's eyes locked straight onto mine where I sat.
Every other woman's gaze burned with heat and desire; hers was something else entirely.
Open, cutting hatred lived inside those eyes.
What the hell...?
My brow furrowed on its own. Had I done something wrong? Before I could even think, she was already addressing the entire freshman body again.
"Finally, we will conclude the entrance ceremony by reciting together the contract you will uphold for the rest of your lives."
She raised a hand. Massive characters flared across the giant screen at the front of the auditorium.
OFFICIAL DOCUMENT
Master Contract
Contract Regarding Family Inclusion and Protection
"What's that?" I asked Chaerin beside me.
"Marriage contract. That's the official name, but everyone just calls it the Master Contract."
She answered as if it were nothing. The text glowing on the screen was anything but nothing.
Student Council President Choi Seoa's clear voice began reciting the clauses one by one, and every woman in the hall chanted them back like machines.
"Article 1. Upon conclusion of the contract, all tangible and intangible assets of the female contractor shall vest completely in the male head of household."
"Article 2. The contractor shall have no right to refuse any sexual demand of the head of household; the head of household shall possess the right of discipline for the purpose of maintaining household order."
"Article 3. The contractor shall have no freedom of residence or social activity without the permission of the head of household."
"Article 4. The woman may never terminate this contract, yet the head of household may release the contractor at any time."
The more I heard, the wider my mouth fell open.
Complete surrender of property, body, and freedom. A one-sided contract that let a husband discard her whenever his mood shifted. This was simply a slavery contract.
Yet unlike my stunned reaction, the faces of the women reciting those clauses shone with reverence and glory-as if they were knights receiving the highest honor.
In the middle of that surreal spectacle I looked once more at Student Council President Choi Seoa.
She still gazed down at the seats with an expression of pure ice. And I saw it clearly: her contemptuous eyes locked onto me again, dead center.
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I was about to enter Class 1-1 with Chaerin and Subin for our upcoming lessons.
The moment I appeared, the hallway parted as if on cue.
With every step I took, the women standing there silently stepped aside to clear a path.
Not one of them turned their back on me. They pressed themselves against the walls and twisted only their faces to follow my every movement.
"... That guy's in Class 1."
"He's a real man..."
"I wish I'd been assigned to Class 1."
"He's even better-looking than the guy in our class."
The voices that barely escaped among the women were pure admiration and sighs.
I had never felt anything like this before.
Before the transmigration I had been transparent-someone no one ever noticed in a crowd.
Even locking eyes with another person had been rare; now dozens of gazes clung to my body alone.
My shoulders straightened of their own accord. A pleasant shiver ran down my spine.
So this is the weight a man carries in this world.
Before stepping into the classroom marked 1-1 I asked Chaerin why an academy university even had homerooms.
She explained that they split into classes because everyone had to take four hours of sex education every single day, and after lunch each student went to the classroom of her chosen major.
Incidentally, as a man I had no major. After lunch I could go home or wait for the girls-whatever I wanted.
Hearing about majors actually made it feel like a real university. Just a peculiar university with class divisions.
The second I, the only man, walked in, every soft sound inside the room cut off at once.
The classroom was like a stage. Roughly twenty women sat in various postures and outfits.
Yet every single choice of theirs pointed to one purpose: seduction.
Their poses, their clothes-everything was designed to lure a man.
I glanced casually at a girl near the front door.
First I saw a skirt riding dangerously high on her thighs. The seated position made the already short length look even more precarious.
When the fluorescent light hit the smooth legs exposed beneath the skirt, the silhouette of her underwear showed through.
On the other side a girl boldly displaying rock-hard abs watched me with her arms crossed. Every breath made those sharp eleven-pack muscles shift ever so slightly.
The healthy sexiness radiating from a well-trained body heated the classroom air.
The girl next to her had deliberately left her blouse half-unbuttoned. The deep valley of her cleavage flashing between the buttons dragged my attention in.
They were flaunting their most attractive features, and every last gaze was aimed at the man who had just arrived-me.
While I was still reeling, Chaerin took a seat by the window.
She propped her chin and stared outside as if uninterested, but her profile was rigid with tension.
Having so many women targeting me clearly rattled her.
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