Gender-Reversed University
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Ring ring~ Ring ring!
Ugh...
The alarm blared noisily right by my ear.
I'd only closed my eyes for a moment, or so I thought, but morning had already arrived.
In my dream, it felt like I'd had sex with Hyungjun's mom or something.
But like all dreams, the details faded away by morning.
I groaned and stretched my right hand out to grab my phone.
I pressed my thumb to the fingerprint sensor.
Squish.
Click.
The phone unlocked. I tapped the alarm to shut it off, rubbed my eyes, and sat up in bed.
"Ugh~!!"
I stretched my arms out wide, loosening up.
Pulling back the curtains let dazzling morning sunlight flood the room.
It was now day four in this gender-reversed world.
Today I had to go to school, so I needed to get breakfast ready early.
I pulled out my phone to check my class schedule.
First up was Mass Communication Theory at 10 a.m.
It was boring, but as a major class, I had to attend.
Since school was in Gyeonggi Province, I needed to leave by 8:30 to make it by 10.
Glancing at the time: 7 a.m.
Still an hour and a half to spare.
Clunk.
As I opened my bedroom door, I saw Mom prepping breakfast.
The savory grilling smell suggested mackerel.
Mackerel was one of my favorite fish—no tiny bones, perfect for eating clean.
"Mom, mackerel today?"
"Yeah, sweetie. You love mackerel. I'll whip up some fried eggs with it for breakfast."
"Got it, Mom. Make my eggs fully cooked, please."
"Sure thing~ You take after your dad, always wanting them fully cooked."
After chatting briefly about breakfast, I headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Shhhh...
Mornings meant cold showers.
They were chilly, but great for keeping skin firm.
Didn't actress Ha Si-won do cold showers even during shoots in freezing Russia?
"Achoo~"
Still, cold showers were freezing.
While rinsing, I did calf raises, tensed my abs and glutes, squeezing and releasing for a quick morning workout.
Squish, sizzle.
I squeezed shampoo into my palm and lathered my hair.
Short hair made shampooing a breeze.
As I washed, I mentally organized my day.
Morning: Mass Comm Theory.
Swing by the department lounge for lunch with seniors and classmates.
Then library time reading until 3 p.m. elective: Understanding Western Literature. That wrapped up school.
Bus home after.
I wanted a chill day at home, so no other plans.
Wednesday: Dinner with Hyungjun's mom at the Cheongdam hansik place.
Thursday: Evening with the accessory shop MILF.
Friday: Drinks with Hyungjun.
Saturday: Se-kyung.
Sunday: Yu-bi.
In my original world, outside of seeing female classmates or seniors at the lounge, I never met up with women.
Now? Four or five dates a week.
Even I felt like an instant social king.
"Siwon-ah~ Breakfast is ready. Come eat and head to school. Mom's going for a walk around Seokchon Lake."
I wiped water off with a towel from the bathroom and called out.
"Mom, taking Hana too?"
Hana was our Yorkie.
"Yeah, she needs her walk."
"Got it. Oh, and Mom... my allowance..."
"Sure, sweetie. Fifty thousand won on the table."
"Thanks, Mom."
Our daily morning ritual.
Clunk, thud!
Mom left with Hana.
I toweled my hair and stepped into the living room.
The table held a perfect spread and the cash.
I threw on underwear and dug in.
Nom nom...
Mom's kimchi was spicy and mouthwatering as always.
Seaweed soup was perfect for soaking up last night's booze.
Ahh... stuffed.
I pocketed the fifty thousand won after eating.
Daily allowance wasn't chump change, but with all these new women, it felt small.
Stamina raging, girls lining up.
Time to scout a part-time gig soon.
Mom would give more if asked, but begging for date money? Nah.
Back to my room to dress.
School day meant stepping it up.
New black Balenciaga slacks, white tee, Tom Browne cardigan.
Casual yet dapper.
MacBook and textbooks in my bag, then out the door.
Even strolling slowly, the bus timing should sync.
Step step...
Heading to the stop, I felt stares.
Women's stares, specifically.
Not super sensitive, but this blatant? How obvious were they?
Even I thought I looked fresher today, more casual.
Wax set perfectly too.
"Hey, see that guy who just passed? Killer body. Ass is so firm."
Now they were loud enough to hear, rating me openly.
"Some model? Tall, ripped, and that cute face..."
"Hey, at least say something."
"Morning buzzkill... Looked like he was heading to school."
"If you won't, I will."
I glanced back at the bus stop where the chatter came from.
8 a.m. sharp.
Most folks commuting or heading to class, but exceptions abound.
Two mid-20s women, faces still flushed from last night's drinks, eyeing me.
One: long blonde hair, blue lenses. Sexy sister type.
Other: long straight black hair, pale face. Innocent vibe.
In my old world, A-list hotties like them hunting me? Absurd.
The blonde pulled a cigarette, lit up, inhaled deep.
"Phew~ Seriously, if you don't talk to him, I will."
"Do it, bitch. Like a model boy's gonna notice you."
"Fuck. That's why we strike out at clubs—your negative ass."
"Watch it, fuck. We didn't strike out; no guys worth snagging. Crazy bitches. Stay home and jerk off on weekdays. How're we supposed to score crawling out like this? Yesterday at Glam, worst guy ratio. Where do they all hide? Fifty chicks, one dude? Decent ones scarce, mostly old dudes or uggos."
Blonde sighed deeply, head down.
"Right? Fuck. Those uggos had celebs glued to 'em, going nuts for a shot. A model like that? Won't even glance at trash like us. Must've been the booze. Hunting? Whatever. Let's sober up and crash. Fuck. Another motel-less sunrise trek home. Dad's gonna kill me. Come on..."
The innocent black-haired one and sexy blonde glanced wistfully at me as they shuffled off.
"Club again tonight?"
"Nah, you pussy. Wasting cash on dry nights. Fuck."
Silence for a beat.
Blonde eyes the black-haired one; she jumps in eagerly.
"Yo! Itaewon, 10 p.m.?"
Sexy blonde exhales sharply.
"Fuck. Fine. Let's snag a guy for a motel tonight. Dying for a hot one-nighter. Just porn-jerking—what's life? Pussy's webbed up already..."
"Bullshit, idiot. Never even bagged one. Both 25-year dildo virgins."
"Fuck, just saying. Pussy throbbing 'cause no motel dick."
Couldn't catch the rest, but total club bunnies.
1:10 guy-to-girl ratio.
Guys shy, less sex-obsessed than women.
Clubs? Desperate chicks chasing one-nighters.
Paradise for a horny guy like me.
Saturday, drag Hyungjun clubbing?
Hell, might even score with a lesbian into cuties like Hong Yuna.
Lost in thought, my bus rolled into the stop.