Dongcheol Hyung's Virginity to the Taxi Driver Girl?

I am a loser.

A complete fucking idiot.

Khhhk... snff...

I was so sure about Jenga.

I pulled out a hundred thousand won and set it on the bed.

Ten cartons of cigarettes, gone just like that.

I stripped off my underwear.

Nothing left now.

A naked man.

All I had left was my dick.

Suji's face flushed red.

She was breathing hard, rough.

"O-Oppa... you took your panties off on purpose, didn't you? Leaving the socks on."

What?!!!!

The sooocks?????

I-It can't be!

I still had two socks left on me!

Oh God!

God still left me two socks!

"Oppa... haah... hnn, this is really the final round. L-Loser takes both off."

Something was off.

Suji's breathing was incredibly ragged.

She kept staring at my cock and bringing her hand down toward her pussy.

Even while stacking the Jenga tower she couldn't focus.

She kept making little nasal sounds.

"Oppaa. O...oppa, me first... I-I'm going first..."

She kept rubbing her thighs together.

—Tuk... tuk-tuk!

Huh? What was that?

From the very start the Jenga tower was shaking.

Suji kept rubbing her own chest and pussy with her hands.

Ugh?

My cock was already standing tall and rock-hard.

"O-Oppaa. You're so mean. Hiiing. If you do this... I can't... play the game properly..."

Suji's hands were trembling.

Looking closer, her lower half looked soaked through.

She just kept staring at the Jenga.

Like she'd made up her mind, she quickly pulled a hundred thousand won from her wallet.

Then she flung the money down.

"Ah, whatever! Oppa, take it all!!!!"

And she charged at me, rough and fierce.

—Waaarrrrrrrr!

The Jenga tower collapsed.

After that........

All I remember is Suji's rough breathing and her moans.

Morning felt so refreshing.

So this is what the morning after sex is like.

Ah, even the handful of my own hair stuck in the pillow looked adorable today.

Everything looked happy.

Like I'd become Cinderella who met her prince.

Ah, no— the prince who met Cinderella.

Yesterday I'd been pinned under Suji and taken so hard I lost my mind.

I got confused for a second.

A gender-reversed world is terrifying.

My head was spinning.

My Suji.

Now we have to go on dates and get married.

When would be a good time for the family introductions?

Haaah.

I'm so happy.

I reached out to touch Suji.

Her firm, springy......

Huh?

Suji's........

Suji?

Suji-ssiiii!!!!

Suji was gone.

I shot up.

Checked the bathroom.

Not in the bathroom either.

Where the hell is my Suji!!!

Her bag was gone too.

I panicked.

Where did she go!

My baby.

My Suji who took my first time.

Oh—

There's a note I haven't seen before over there.

I read it.

W-What the hell is this!

Meet a better woman than her?

There's no one for me but my Suji.

Suji

took my virginity

and dumped me.

Fuckkk!

Sujiiiiiiing!

Sunday

Starbucks

"So? That's why Suji left and you called me and Assistant Manager Seonghyeon? First thing Sunday morning?"

"That's what I'm saying! Hey, Slick. You've still got more experience with women than me. I want to tell my Suji that I'm not too good for her. That she's enough. That she has to come back. But how do I do that? She left without even leaving a number. Khhhk. Sujiii....."

Haaah, this is ridiculous.

Even a middle-schooler on free lunch would get this simple problem.

That little minx named Suji or whatever took Dongcheol hyung for a ride, realized he was a virgin, and dumped him.

Got scared of the responsibility.

Originally she probably just wanted to play around a bit and break it off casually.

But she took a virginity, so she ran for it.

Afraid he'd get ridiculously clingy.

But if I say that straight out, Dongcheol hyung's going to get hurt like hell.

How do I put this.

"Sergeant. Aren't you hungry?"

First, change the subject a little.

"Huh? Hungry? Yeah. Starving. Coffee shops only sell little scraps of bread. Let's go out. Get some sundae-guk. Where's a good sundae-guk place around here?"

Haa, of course. Who else but an old man would start craving sundae-guk first thing in the morning.

"That Nolbu Sundae-guk place over there is decent. Let's go, Sergeant."

Sigh. He seems really torn up, so I'll play along today.

"Yeah, let's go. Lead the way, Slick. My treat."

"Yessir, yessir~"

Deputy Manager Dongcheol might be a cheapskate, but he takes good care of his own people.

That's why he was popular with the juniors even in the military.

Thud, thud.......

We walked and before we knew it we were at Nolbu Sundae-guk.

We sat at an empty table.

"Ajumma, two spicy sundae-guk here."

"Yes, yes~!"

Oh, the voice is deep.

Ah, not an ajumma— it's an ajusshi.

Well, gender-reversed world, so restaurant serving is whoever, man or woman.

"Here you go, side dishes."

The ajusshi brought the banchan.

Dongcheol must have been starving; he snatched up some kkakdugi with his chopsticks and shoved it in.

—Crunch crunch!

"Oh, hey. The kkakdugi here is good. Slick, this place is solid, huh?"

He looked satisfied.

I poked a piece of kkakdugi with my chopsticks too.

—Crunch crunch!

Oh, spicy with a nice savory kick.

Tasty.

"Yes, Sergeant. It's good."

A little later,

"Here we go, two spicy sundae-guk."

The ajusshi was attentive.

Steam rose in thick curls from the sundae-guk.

Looked delicious.

I sprinkled gochugaru lightly~

Sesame seeds too, gently~

Added some salted shrimp.

Then grabbed a big clump of green onion salad with chopsticks and dropped it in.

Once the green onion salad went in, it was perfect.

"Eugh~ So refreshing! After drinking, sundae-guk is the only way."

Dongcheol looked extremely satisfied.

Classic middle-aged man palate.

I took a spoonful too.

Khh~

Nice and spicy-hot.

I'm not a gukbap addict, but eating sundae-guk after so long felt great.

"Ajusshi, one bottle of soju here!"

Haaah! Who else but a heavy drinker would order soju first thing in the morning.

"Ah, Sergeant. I don't want any. What kind of soju first thing in the morning."

"Hey! Slick. I don't usually drink in the morning either. Today's just... my heart hurts. Suji......."

Aigoo, one little poke and he's about to start bawling.

Ah, whatever.

I'll just take one glass.

"Ah, alright. Alright. Just one glass."

"Thanks, Slick. You're the only one I've got."

"Ah, but did you try calling Assistant Manager Seonghyeon?"

"Ah, that punk? Yeah I called. But he sounded half-dead."

"Should I try calling once? He's probably fine by now."

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead, go ahead."

I called to check if he'd gotten home okay yesterday and say hi.

"He..... hello."

His voice was completely dead.

"Assistant Manager. Are you sick?"

"Oh, Sihyun.... Ah, no.... not sick. Hooo..... Last night again... the wife jumped me."

Haaah.

Have I ever seen someone this enviable.

Getting wrecked by a sister-in-law who could pass for a Spanish model, and still sounding half-dead.

"Ah, I'm seriously jealous."

"Hooo, jealous my ass..... Ah, okay. Honey. Coming now. Sihyun, the wife made eel soup and is calling me. Talk later."

"Yes, Assistant Manager."

—Click!

Haaah.

This is basically full-on sex slave, isn't it.

Fuck, feed him stamina food.

Fuck, feed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠him again.

Still, I'm jealous.

"So, what did Seonghyeon say?"

"Yeah, still half-dead. Said sister-in-law tormented him again yesterday or something........"

"Man, that bastard's gonna die of too much blessing. Die. Getting that good sex every single day with that beautiful Jaesu."

"Exactly what I said. Wow, first time in a while Sergeant and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I are on the same page."

"Hey, take a glass. Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Today I'll match Dongcheol's vibe a bit.

Oh, but.

Something's been weirdly bothering me for a while.

People keep looking at us, don't they?

Because I took the mask off?

Maybe they're mistaking me for that celebrity Park Jihyun or whatever again?

I looked around the sundae-guk place.

Lots of customers.

But the only men were me and Sergeant Dongcheol.

Everyone else was women.

In the original world, most people eating sundae-guk are men.

In the gender-reversed world, mostly women.

And ajummas at that.

Guess men's and women's tastes flipped too.

Hell, I never thought mint chocolate would suit my mouth either.

The ajummas were staring at our table with burning eyes.

Ajummas, don't look so blatantly.

The table's gonna catch fire!

Their gazes were downright perverted.

Young women glance shyly at men.

But ajummas starved for sex are different.

Straight-up "I want to fuck you properly!" eyes.

Dangerous.

Sure, there were a few pretty ajummas at a couple tables.

But they were coming on so strong it actually felt repulsive.

"Excuse me."

The sundae-guk ajusshi called us.

"This was sent from that table over there."

He set a bottle of makgeolli on our table.

Haaah.

What kind of cheap-ass pickup attempt is this.

No point accepting something we won't even drink.

"Ah, it's fine. Please return it."

The sundae-guk ajusshi looked troubled.

"No, not that gentleman— this gentleman here."

He pointed at Dongcheol.

"Ah, me???"

Dongcheol lit up.

Ah, what the hell.

Am I losing to Dongcheol right now?

Fuckkk!

Even the gender-reversed world is bullshit........

After that the ajummas' aggressive gift offensive kept coming.

"Excuse me, the table over there sent a mixed sundae platter for the gentleman......."

Not to be outdone.

"The customers who sent earlier already paid for your table, sirs."

Dongcheol made a heart with his hands toward the ajummas who'd paid for our table.

—Kyaaaaaaah! That Doraemon cutie just sent a heart! What do I do! What do I do!

Somewhat aged pterodactyl screeches echoed through the sundae-guk restaurant.

Notes and food piled up higher and higher on our table.

Dongcheol fired off fan service nonstop.

A little jjok~ air-kiss.

Wink bomb!

Ah, fuck, watching it from the front is pure torture.

Having to watch a thirty-five-year-old ahjussi wink.

Ah, but is this the same ahjussi who was depressed about getting dumped just a minute ago?

People are so simple~

"Ah, Sergeant. Stop with the aegyo already. We can't even eat all the stuff the ajummas sent."

"Yaa~ Slick. You jealous? 'Cause only I'm popular. Kid. I get it. I get it. You too, man— if you'd just been born manly like me with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a big head and some rough stubble. Born looking like a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠girl. That's why you've got no popularity with women. Man!"

Haaah,

he's completely in his element now.

"Hey. Alright. Let's wrap it up roughly. Keep comparing and you'll just feel worse. And you know, I thought about it."

"Yes. You thought about it?"

"Maybe Suji was right. With me this popular. It wouldn't be easy for her to handle. Jealousy and all. Haaah. This damn popularity is the problem. The problem!"

Haaah.

I should just shut up. Shut up!

Before we came to the sundae-guk place he was half-dead.

Now he's so pumped he looks ready to start dancing any second.

Seriously, not even a little kid.

Hooo.

"Sergeant. Let's go now."

"Yeah, let's go. Go. Thanks for today, noonas~"

Dongcheol sent hearts as he left.

"Cute Doraemon! At least leave your phone number!"

"My daughter's at a retreat right now so the house is empty. Let's have a drink together. Huh? Just drinking, really. I'll only touch your dick, nowhere else."

"Aigoo, look at that bouncy ass. If I were just ten years younger I'd snatch him up and devour him."

Ugh, pervert ajummas for real.