Gender-Reversed University
From the Literature Hall to the Humanities and Economics Building, it wasn't far.
Five minutes of walking would do it.
But this school had one chronic issue.
It felt like they'd carved the buildings right out of a mountain—endless downhill and uphill slopes.
After descending about fifty meters from the Literature Hall, you'd have to climb another fifty to reach the Humanities and Economics Building.
Unless you were in a rush and had to sprint, though, it was a decent walk. Good exercise, even.
It really built up your thigh and calf muscles.
A guy needed thick thighs for solid support—especially to perform in bed.
-Step, step.
I breathed in the fresh air, soaking up the morning sun.
Heading down from the Literature Hall, it was right around when classes started—hordes of girls were streaming up toward it.
If I'd been in a uniform, it would've felt like I was the lone guy who'd accidentally enrolled in an all-girls high school.
I was going down; they were going up.
Summer weather meant the girls' outfits were short and bold.
Some had tops plunging so deep their breasts were practically spilling out, or miniskirts so tiny their panties flashed with every step.
In a world full of women, girls dressed to grab men's attention—aggressively so.
Peacocks have the males flaunting their iridescent tail feathers to seduce females, right?
In this gender-reversed world, did the females do the chasing instead?
Sure enough, they all stole glances at me as they climbed.
It felt like I was some celebrity.
"Hey, that guy's cute. Who's he?"
"New Media's total hottie. You don't know him? I share a gen-ed class with him—see him all the time."
"For real? Sign me up to audit that class. Let's take it together."
"Are you nuts? Even if there's a cute guy in there, who'd add an extra class?"
"Fuck, you're right. Sigh. Imagine if a boy that cute was my boyfriend."
"Dream on. Guys like that all have rich older sisters sponsoring them, or doctor or lawyer girlfriends. Not our league."
"Hey, just saying. Sigh. Isn't there any single guy around? Just needs eyes, nose, mouth, and a big dick."
"The big-dick guys are already snatched up by the hottest girls. One fuck with a hung stud, and I'd die happy. Seriously..."
In this reversed world, the girls' chatter outdid even the crudest guys from my original one—pure sex talk, no holds barred.
I descended the Literature Hall and climbed to the Humanities and Economics Building. More damn stairs, of course.
Even with my regular workouts, scaling over a hundred steps was brutal.
"Huff... huff..."
My breath came heavy without me realizing.
"Hah. Made it."
There was this machine at the gym called the Stairway to Heaven. Students here probably never needed it.
Four years at this school, and your thighs and calves would forge themselves.
I still had thirty minutes to kill.
I strolled into the Humanities and Economics Building and hit the lobby vending machine for a drink.
-Clunk!
My usual favorite, Pocari Sweat, tumbled out.
I grabbed it and chugged.
-Gulp, gulp~
Ahh...
Nothing beat Pocari Sweat for quick hydration when you were beat.
Sipping it, I took a seat in the lobby for a breather. That's when a male student walked in through the entrance.
I didn't make a habit of checking out other guys, but this one was... unusual.
For starters, he had girls around him.
Not just any girls—three absolute top-tiers trailing him.
One had golden blonde hair cascading to her waist.
Her face was pure and elegant, the kind you'd buy as an actress—flawless and refined.
Another had a bob cut with huge, cat-like eyes.
Sex appeal dripped from her face.
Her skin-tight spandex outfit clung to massive tits and a perky ass.
The last one, bringing up the rear, was petite with an idol-level cute face.
Face-wise, she was the cutest and prettiest.
And the guy at the center, looking annoyed amid all this attention...
Even as a guy, I had to admit—he was infuriatingly cute.
Snow-white skin like a Russian halfie, big eyes.
A perfect nose.
But at maybe 160 cm and skinny, he looked fragile, sickly even.
"Ugh... Sisters, can you stop following me? I told you, I have class."
His voice came out thin and girly—no authority at all.
"Okay, Ji-hoon-ah. We'll just watch you go in."
"Ji-hoon-ah, I'll wait till class ends. Yeah? I don't have any today anyway—came to school just to see you."
"Ji-hoon-ah, I specifically signed up for all the same classes as you. Let's go in together."
The frail-looking Ji-hoon sighed deeply.
"No, Eun-jeong-noona, you've already got your credits—you only need three this semester. Why'd you sign up for 21 like me? And Su-ji-noona, you don't have class either—why come to school?"
The idol-cute girl at the back pouted sadly.
"Ji-hoon-ah, noona's sorry. Don't be mad, okay?"
The sexy bob-cut girl scratched her head awkwardly.
"Ji-hoon-ah. Coming to school to see you is no hardship for noona. Don't worry about me."
Su-ji was the sexy bob-cut one; Eun-jeong the cute idol type, apparently.
Ji-hoon shook his head and sighed again.
Watching this, the elegant blonde with the model figure turned to Su-ji and Eun-jeong.
"You two made Ji-hoon mad! Why bother him till he snaps? I'll take care of Ji-hoon, so shoo—you stay way over there. Go on~"
Looking pitifully at the blonde, frail Ji-hoon said,
"Su-young-noona's the biggest problem. You graduated already—why follow me to school? We live together anyway; you see me every day. Ugh, seriously. Annoying. Just go, all of you. Please!"
With that, Ji-hoon shook them off and bolted up the stairs.
The idol-like Eun-jeong at the back waved the book in her hand, chasing after him.
"Ji-hoon-ah! H-hey, your book! I have it—let's go!!!"
Once frail pretty boy Ji-hoon and Eun-jeong vanished, the remaining two—the model-figured blonde Su-young and sexy bob-cut Su-ji—stayed in the lobby.
They sighed heavily, heading to the vending machine for drinks.
-Clunk...
As their drinks dropped, Su-young and Su-ji sat right next to me and started chatting.
"Sigh... Our Ji-hoon's so prickly. Doesn't even notice my feelings."
"Unnie, that's just how Ji-hoon is—been like that forever. Doesn't that make him even more appealing? Hng... Last night, he came to me in a dream. We had sex."
Blonde Su-young sounded jealous yet envious.
"Really? Lucky. Hey, spill the details."
"Yeah, unnie. You'll flip when you hear. Ji-hoon was bathing alone. I cracked the door, slipped in, and hugged his white chest from behind—squeeeze. He turned with this shy, shocked face... so sexy and cute. Hah... Thinking about it now, my pussy's throbbing."
Listening, blonde Su-young swallowed hard.
Too excited, she fumbled her drink bottle.
-Thud~ Roll, roll, roll.
It rolled right to my feet.
I naturally picked it up and handed it back to blonde Su-young.
"Here, you dropped it."
I flashed her a manly, charming smile.
Up close, blonde Su-young was dazzlingly beautiful.
Graceful and refined, like a nobleman's daughter.
"Ah, thanks."
But she barely acknowledged me—short reply, took the bottle.
Then, face flushed, she turned to bob-cut Su-ji beside her.
"Hurry up and tell me—what happened next!!!"
First time in this gender-reversed isekai that girls seemed utterly uninterested in me.
Not just blonde Su-young—the sexy bob-cut Su-ji didn't even glance my way.
I was invisible.
Strangely, the humiliation stung.
I closed my eyes, imagining swapping places: me as Ji-hoon, him as the woman I used to be.
Ji-hoon: 158 cm pure-cute girl.
Me: 173 cm sexy model-type.
Hmm...
Thinking that way, it clicked.
Sure, in my old world, some guys preferred tall models, but generally, petite, cute, innocent types won out.
Face-only, objectively—Ji-hoon was way cuter.
I was handsome enough, with a fit body and height as my hooks.
Ji-hoon had god-tier looks and that fragile vibe.
In my original world, a 183 cm hunk would crush a 160 cm pretty boy with girls.
But annoyingly, in this reversed one, Ji-hoon outshone me.
Lost in thought, sexy bob-cut Su-ji resumed her dream tale.
"So, I hugged Ji-hoon's white chest tight and forced my lips on his cute red ones. He resisted, so I grabbed his head and ravaged him... and Ji-hoon went 'Hngh!' trembling all over."