Gender-Reversed University
Clearly, before the gender reversal, the professor who taught mass communication theory was a mid-50s, musty-smelling old dude. But the woman now standing at the podium for class looked like she was late 20s at most—a sexy woman with glasses.
Judging by everyone's reactions around me, no one batted an eye.
Which meant this late-20s bombshell at the front was the original professor who'd always handled mass comm theory.
Sigh. With the gender reversal, even the professors had changed?
Whatever. Total W for me.
A stuffy old man prof swapped out for a sexy female professor? Hell yeah.
My focus in class was about to hit the roof.
The professor fiddled with her laptop to pull up the PowerPoint, then set up the projector.
But it wasn't cooperating—she was struggling.
Turns out, she'd plugged the video output and input cables the wrong way around. No wonder nothing was showing on the screen.
I stood up casually and approached her.
"Professor, having trouble with the projector? Let me give you a hand."
"Pardon?"
She looked up at me, her face flushing just a bit.
"It's acting up all of a sudden. Would you mind?"
Up close, her face was even sexier and more captivating.
The horn-rimmed glasses gave her this intellectual vibe.
And that crisp white blouse? From this angle, it was sheer enough to tease what was underneath.
Underneath: a bold leopard-print bra, sexy as sin.
Her slim figure contrasted with those plump, juicy tits.
Too revealing, and she'd look trashy. But this professor nailed the line—prim yet provocative, making it way hotter.
Gulp...
I swallowed dryly without thinking.
Whew...
Calm down.
First things first: fix the damn projector.
I checked the cables, swapped the input and output lines, and boom—her PowerPoint slides popped up crystal clear on the screen like magic.
The sexy professor looked at me with eyes simmering with heat.
"Thank you. What's your name, student? Yu...?"
I replied in a low, manly voice full of authority.
"Yes, Yu Siwon. Professor."
"Ah, Siwon. Right, Siwon. The famous one from Newspaper Broadcasting. Got it. Thanks again."
Huh? I'm that well-known, even to professors? Whatever—felt good.
Step, step...
I walked back to my seat with dignified poise.
The female students' gazes locked onto me again.
"Oh my god, look at him. A guy's handling tech like a pro? Aren't guys usually hopeless with that stuff?"
"Thought he was just hot and quiet, but today? Total plot twist. So rugged."
"Girl, check out that walk. Model material. Sigh. I wanna grab that firm ass. For real."
As the girls whispered, the professor cleared her throat from the podium.
"Ahem. Quiet down, everyone. Attendance time."
The sexy professor picked up the roll call and started naming names.
"Lee Eun-mi."
"Here!"
"Park Hye-jeong."
"Here!"
"Kim Nara..."
...
The ones not present, naturally, stayed silent.
"Kim Ji-hoon."
"Yep."
A soft voice from that cute-faced pretty boy.
A few girls murmured at his response.
Yeah, the popular type.
The sexy professor stared at him for a beat, going quiet.
For a split second, I caught a slutty glint in her eyes.
Ever since coming to this gender-reversed isekai, I'd gotten weirdly good at reading women's looks.
"Yu Siwon!"
"Here!"
Short and snappy.
The sexy professor turned to me.
Or rather, ogled me outright.
Huh? Just me overthinking?
No one else seemed to notice—not the other girls or guys. Her blatant come-hither stare flew right under their radar.
That hungry glow wasn't obvious?
"Professor, keep calling roll?"
One bold girl pointed it out since the prof was frozen, staring at me.
"Ah, yes? Right."
The sexy professor resumed roll call.
Once it wrapped, she flipped through the PowerPoint and dove into the lecture.
"Today, we're covering the Spiral of Silence theory, proposed in 1970 by German social scientist Elisabeth Noelle-Neumann. It's huge in media studies, especially explaining media's impact on public opinion. When a view is widely accepted by the majority, minorities with opposing opinions tend to stay silent out of fear of isolation or rejection. So the dominant opinion gains even more power..."
She looked like she could work a lounge bar or tent prostitution spot and kill it—pure sex appeal. But lecturing? Crisp, straightforward, easy to follow. Nailed the Spiral of Silence.
Even I, who couldn't care less about studying, was locked in for once.
Halfway through class, she started calling names again.
"Lee Na-young, Choi Na-yeon, Yu Siwon, Kim Ha-neul. You four are presenting today, right?"
Shit...
Of all the timing.
Guess this was the day the original Yu Siwon from the reversal world had a presentation.
I checked my phone schedule. Yup: Newspaper Broadcasting Mass Comm Presentation Day.
Damn. What now?
No point agonizing.
Blame the reversal-world Siwon who swapped with me without a proper handover?
Sigh.
I headed to the front with the others.
While they presented, I pulled the sexy professor aside and laid it out straight.
"Professor."
"Yes?"
She hit me with those seductive eyes again.
"Truth is, I forgot about the presentation today and didn't prep. Sorry. Can I do it next time?"
She made a troubled face.
"Hmm. Yu Siwon. You said the same last week, so we rescheduled for today. Remember? I wanna cut you slack, but playing favorites puts me in a spot... And skipping this? You'll tank Mass Comm Theory—straight F. What to do?"
Ah...
For real? My mom back home—biggest power in the family—would cut off my allowance if I got an F.
Harem life in this reversal world? Fucked.
No way.
That isekai Siwon bastard.
Like me, he hated studying to death.
High school? I grinded okay. But college? This ain't why I came here. Hung with seniors and bros nonstop.
Skipping class? Heart-pounding at first. Then? Routine.
Later, we got ballsy—covered for each other in big lectures, even loaned out attendance.
Truth: Foreign Language Uni's campus was a temptation trap. PC bangs, noraebangs, billiards, arcades, bars packed even midday.
Nice weather? Cherry blossoms.
Bus to Bundang in 30 mins: playground central.
Blame the campus distractions? Lame excuse, I know.
Just wanted to go wild after high school lockdown.
Anyway—not the point.
Escape this mess.
I gave her my best puppy eyes.
"An F would be disaster. Any way around it, Professor?"
She eyed me with sultry fire, licking her lips like it pained her.
"Well... How about this? After class, come to my office, help with some chores. I'll give you one more shot. Sound good?"
Hmm. Her office for grunt work?
This felt straight out of my old world's playbook.
I met her sticky, lingering gaze head-on.
Rich brown hair tied back—neat, clean.
Big eyes with pull-you-in charm.
Cute nose, plump red lips screaming temptation.
Horn-rims framing a sharp, slutty face. Perfect.
Classic from my old world's hentai: the lewd lady boss or professor archetype.
Just looking? Dick goes rock-hard. Sexy and smart.
Help with chores, dodge the F? Win.
Bonus: something extra with the prof? Jackpot.
Might've lucked out forgetting prep.
I held her hypnotic stare without flinching.
"Sure. Class ends at 4, so I'll head to your office after."
"Perfect. Humanities Building, third floor—Professor Chae-young's office."
As she spoke, her eyes flicked sideways to my bulging crotch.
I fired back, staring openly at Chae-young's thick, heaving tits.