To Survive, You Have to Train the Slut!

Haaah…

The existential crash hit hard. Even the status window looked like something cooked up by a middle-school edgelord with zero brain cells.

Bojichang. Seriously?

Haaah…

Bojichang.

Well, it was already open. What was I supposed to do about it? Might as well take a look.

That ridiculous Bojichang was probably only visible to me. Nobody else would be able to see it.

I might not look like much, but I was a professional isekai web novel addict — five years on Joara, two years on Novelpia. Seven years total. I knew how these otherworld status windows worked.

Letters floated in midair.

I spoke as quietly as I could. Barely a whisper. Even alone, my face burned red with pure secondhand embarrassment.

Who the hell named a status window Bojichang? You absolute bastard!

"O-Open Bojichang."

Hmm. A strangely familiar Bojichang.

First message first.

Please check the [Character Status Bojichang]. (Unread)

"Confirm."

— Ding!

Hmm. Just as I thought — a familiar Bojichang. Almost identical to the status windows I'd seen in web novels.

Patrons… were those like the constellations from Solo Leveling? The ones who watched from above and powered you up?

So some constellation types were watching me on a broadcast right now?

That felt weird as hell.

I'd figure it out eventually.

Unique traits: Feminist Training and Character Directory. Feminist Training was a rare trait and looked useful. Character Directory was probably just for checking the stats of people in this other world.

The skills — Fire Slap LV.1 and Buttocks Spanking LV.1 — looked tailor-made for training feminist bitches. And Agitation LV.1 seemed like it would come in handy a lot. Yesterday at 2580 Hof, the crowd had already been on my side, which let me pressure Short-Cut Hair and her crew.

An ultimate skill sounded great, but I didn't have one yet. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'd only been in this world for a day. No point getting greedy.

As for the overall stats… the rest I could live with. But Intelligence LV.1? I wasn't that stupid. What the hell was this?

Fuck. That was just mean.

And last — Slut Taming Rate. Short-Cut Hair had to be that crazy bitch from yesterday. Fifty percent complete? What happened at a hundred? Did she become my slave or something?

Ugh. Just picturing her ugly mug made me feel filthy. Fine. I wouldn't raise that bitch's taming rate any further.

Haaah. All in all, a pretty standard otherworld Bojichang. Except for the name.

Ah… uuugh… oh, for fuck's sake.

Next — the second message.

"Confirm."

— Ding!

Huh?

What the hell is this?

FUUUUCK!!!!!!

Of course. Of fucking course. To stay in this paradise — gender-reversed Korea — I had to complete missions.

Which meant if I failed to train Seo Yuri within a week, I'd get yanked straight back to that suffocating original Korea.

N-No way!!!!

Anything but that. I'd rather live as a beggar in this beautiful gender-reversed Korea than go back.

Fuck. Nothing in this world was free after all.

My eyes sharpened. I would complete this mission no matter what. This wasn't just a quest — this was survival.

If I'd never known heaven existed, fine. But I'd tasted it. There was no way I was giving it up.

Clatter, clatter.

I washed the dishes, lost in thought. The only intel I had was that I needed to train Rank D feminist Seo Yuri. Which meant Seo Yuri had been transported from the original world into this one too, right? Probably the other women on our team as well.

Haaah, fuck. Even in a gender-reversed world, I still had to work at that feminist hellhole of a company.

Honestly, I'd been planning to quit soon and make a living streaming on Twitch or YouTube. With looks like these in a gender-reversed world, I could shake my ass and money would rain down. No reason to keep a day job.

But this goddamn quest had wrecked my plans. To train that fox-faced bitch Seo Yuri, I had to stay at the company. I had to watch her every move.

My head was already throbbing.

Haaah. Don't overthink it. This wasn't the Dog-Republic of Korea where everything favored women. This was a Korea that was absolutely stacked in men's favor.

I'd tamed Short-Cut Hair easily enough. I could do this.

Thinking that, I felt a little better.

"Aaaaah~~~!!"

I stretched wide and dropped onto the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠living room sofa.

Beep!

I clicked on the TV with the remote. First time in a while. These days phones did everything — webtoons, YouTubers, the works. Barely any reason to watch TV. Still, for sports news, channels like MBS, KDS, or SBC were more comfortable. Better organized.

I was allergic to the stiff nine o'clock regular news. Dry and boring — absolute garbage. So for once, I put on sports.

Sure enough, a female anchor appeared. Clean voice, crisp diction.

"In the English Premier Women's League, our own Son Heung-mi put on a masterclass with one goal and two assists."

Oh! Right. I'd forgotten. Back in the original world I'd followed overseas soccer too — mostly because of Heung-man hyung playing in England and Hwang Ui-jong hyung in the French league. In this gender-reversed world, Son Heung-mi was the star.

Only Korea was gender-reversed. And women's soccer was less popular worldwide than men's. Still, among Korean women who cared about sports, Son Heung-mi had a huge following.

"Next, proud victory news from Korean Vampire Jeong Chan-hye, currently dominating in the UFC. She faced Cory McRyan in the women's lightweight championship bout early this morning, Korea time, in Las Vegas, USA — and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠secured a proud TKO win at thirty-five seconds of round two."

Oh! Korean women really were dominating on the world stage. Once the physical advantage flipped, even Western women got steamrolled. Watching Jeong Chan-hye fight was genuinely terrifying.

If I went up against her? Come on — I was still a guy. I was fully confident I could get knocked out by Jeong Chan-hye in five seconds flat.

"In yesterday's matchup between Doosan and LG, Lee Eun-hye's bases-loaded home run in the bottom of the ninth sealed the win for LG. A picture-perfect comeback. Let's take a look at Lee Eun-hye's post-game interview."

Oh~ Baseball was women-led now too. Every sport in Korea ran on female athletes.

Beep!

I was fully awake now, so I turned the TV off. I'd been stream-of-consciousness escaping reality for a bit. Coming back to the real problem:

How the hell was I supposed to train that fox Seo Yuri?

We weren't the kind of coworkers who casually messaged on KakaoTalk. If I suddenly started showing interest out of nowhere, it'd look weird. Best to run into her naturally at the office on Monday.

Hmm……

Anything else I could do to start training her? Honestly, nothing came to mind. Thinking about it just made my head hurt.

Ah. So that's why my Intelligence was LV.1.

Fuck. Looking at it now, it made perfect sense.

Next — skill usage. Fire Slap LV.1, Buttocks Spanking LV.1, Agitation LV.1. I'd only figure out how useful those were once the right situations came up.

Aaah~ Nothing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I could do with those either. Pass.

Stats? Nothing I could touch right now. Slut Taming Rate only kicked in after I'd actually trained a slut.

Conclusion: just go with the flow.

Goddammit. In web novels, the protagonists who drop into other worlds are ridiculously proactive. They move on their own. They hunt down quests. They solve problems.

Reality? I was lazy as hell and exhausted. It was Sunday. I was supposed to rest. Just because I'd landed in another world didn't mean Sundays stopped existing, right? Absolute facts?

Ah, I was craving coffee. Morning Starbucks iced americano. A cold iced americano.

I'd showered last night, so skipping the morning shower was the national rule.

Bzzzzzt!

I ran an electric razor over my face halfheartedly. Cap and mask were mandatory. I did not want a swarm of middle- and high-school pterodactyls surrounding me like yesterday. Still looked classy, though. Even covered up, a jewel's brilliance couldn't be hidden. Heh.

No repeating yesterday's mistakes. Track pants and a hoodie. No bare skin showing anywhere. Nobody could bitch about me dressing provocatively like this.

I grabbed my phone and wallet, opened the front door, and called the elevator.

Ding!

Huh? Someone was already inside.

"Going to the first floor?"

A woman in a cap and hoodie. Anyone looking might've thought we were a couple. Her voice sounded tired.

"Yeah."

"Mm……"

Silence. We got off the elevator. She disappeared in the opposite direction.

Whew. Thankfully, yesterday's KakaoTalk stalker — username TeenMoIsMine — didn't seem to be hanging around.

The morning air felt good. On weekdays I never got to enjoy this freshness, always rushing to work. On weekends I slept in. If it hadn't been for that unsettling nightmare last night, I'd have slept late today too.

Seriously, how long was Grandma Bakyeoseu planning to keep showing up in my dreams? Pretty, sexy women were always welcome — but seeing a grandma every night was bad for dick health.

I gave myself a discreet squeeze. Sure enough, Big Boy was limp and sulking.

Sorry, Big Boy. I'll get you properly buried in some pussy soon. Hang in there.

Jingle~

Before I knew it, I'd arrived at Starbucks. I'd expected it to be empty this early, but there were more people than I thought. Mostly men. So this was where all the guys had been hiding.

I got in line.

And then — a woman pushed open the Starbucks door and walked in. Pretty damn sexy.

Huh?

This fucking bitch.

It was the same one who'd cut the line at the coffee shop on Friday.