Huh? (Part 2)
If my entire world's dimensional planet was called Earth, then this place was a planet named Rakote.
The Rakote planet was peculiar in that far more women were born here. As time passed, that anomaly grew in influence until, before long, the birth ratio hit an extreme of nine women for every one man.
Back in the days when slavery existed, men fetched sky-high prices and were sold off. The better their sexual prowess, the more recognition they got from women...
"I'm not curious about any of that crap!! I just wanna know my situation right now!"
A gender-reversed world was a gender-reversed world. My webnovel vet status wasn't going anywhere. One look at the setup told me everything I needed to know about this place.
Got it. Ahem! Anyway, moving on from that. Appearance standards here are way above average. Women who turn heads on Earth are just ordinary here, and you can't even dream of showbiz unless you're better-looking than Kim Tae-hee.
In other words, every woman I bang is gonna be a total babe by default.
This one's tempting.
On the flip side, men are so rare they aren't judged on looks—they're rated on sexual performance.
"How do you even know that?"
"Size isn't everything!"
Sex is all about technique! Even if you're small, you can still rock a satisfying sex life!
But Poni shot that down like it was nonsense.
Worlds differ, so why would human anatomy be the same? Even the hottest babe gets no play if her dick's tiny. Flaunting cock size is basically sexual appeal here.
"Then what's the point of this handsome face I got swapped into?"
Poni's explanation made sense. No point getting mad—I owed the little shit. It really went all out to get me a prime body. I could vouch for that after checking out this face properly.
Still getting used to this being me, but honestly? It's awesome.
No guy hates being handsome, and I wasn't the exception. If Poni hadn't kept nagging me to listen, I'd have been mirror-gazing like an idiot for hours.
"Mm..."
Whoa! The naked woman snoozing next to me twitched.
Was she waking up? My heart skipped.
"She won't wake?"
The first Earth guy to immigrate to Rakote. If I adapt well and breed effectively to boost the male population, they'll keep importing Earth dudes steadily.
"Knocking up women?"
"I'm no playboy, but you want me forced into every chick? What if I say no? I just wanna meet a pretty girl, date normal, get married."
Cheating takes a certain mindset. I wasn't some skirt-chasing dog in heat.
I'm no stud horse—this treatment's bullshit.
Not blocking the breeding boat, just testing. If I didn't push back, it'd treat me like a total stallion.
Coin?
"What is this, some smut novel world?!"
"Huh?"
Dance? Sing? Hadn't thought about it. Figured idols meant girls flocking without effort—irresponsible drunk talk.
Just bullshit tossed out without thinking. What deep meaning could boozy words have?
"Obviously not. How could I?"
Snagged by the shady contract, no ground to stand on. Poni had me cornered.
But I couldn't just roll over. To survive, shake off the fog, grab any leverage, squeeze every gain.
"Don't need your backups. No clue what drunk-me meant by idol, but I never desperately wanted it. I'll make a living some other way."
No idol? Backups irrelevant. In a gender-reversed world with this face, why bother? Options galore.
Handsome face is nice, but this young body's the real prize.
Hitting 30s, felt the balance slip. Never searched health supps in 20s. Aches that healed with time now needed docs—aging hit hard.
Now back in prime 20s flesh. That alone? No more wishes.
Whirr~ Whirr~ Poni's wings buzzed loud. Pissed off big time.
Tsk, stronger pushback than expected?
Idol gig? Skippable, right? Why the overreaction?
"Think realistically. Realistically! Not some smut novel—sex for coins to level skills? You buy that? Sex ain't solo. Need women, and do I seem like the type? Dating pros nail it. No confidence in pulling girls."
Novels vs. reality. Some things work, some don't. Heroes stud out harems no issue. IRL? Stabbed before excuses.
Crazy—multiple legs?
Multi-legs distracted me, but "scrapped" snapped me alert.
"Scrapped? What the hell?"
Shanghaied me via shady contract, now ditching?
Scrapped = game over. Couldn't believe Poni's creepy threat.
"You drag me here and pull this?!"
Damn! Spot on—no comeback.
"......"
Head spun. No dying, so idol it was.
"You really want me dancing and singing?"
"No confidence?"
"How do I even pull women?! I'm a normie! Fat-gut old dude!"
"......"
Glanced down at this unfamiliar, model-esque frame. Unreal—blessed to own it.
"Never been handsome before."
...Hated 'em. Newbies lazing like fruit under the tree, waiting for handouts? Wanted to smack 'em plenty.
Me doing that? Dizzy. Hands shook.
I conceded to Poni. My fault. Drunk or not, I mentioned idol—own it.
"...Tell me more about coins. What d'you mean, one per creampie?"
Poni looped overhead happily, popping a bubble.
Knew it looked pathetic, but had to ask.
"Never dated much—can I really pull it off?"
What kinda bullshit world?
"This ain't a novel, right?"
Made sense for this dumpster fire to yoink comfy Earth me.
Sorted chaos, went positive.
Handsome, reversed genders, sex levels skills? Hate it? Retard move. Jin Haesol, snap to it!
Earth life? Nothing worth quitting for. No loved ones left. No precious ties.
Sole regret?
Money.
Bank slush fund. Knew it'd go unused—shoulda blown it.
Spilled regrets; Poni shook head pityingly.
Poni crushed my last hang-up easy. Bank pinged: 23,690,000 won.
"Pretty sure I just heard my affection for Poni spike 30 points."
"...Yessir."
"Call you? You sticking around? No status window? Usually get one."
"If it exists, gimme. Can't buy with coins?"
"You don't have one?"
"Gimme mine too!"
Status window = easier isekai life. Poni shook head firm.
"What'll it take? I want one."
Sex for coins? Lofty. Pregnancies?
"Just admit you don't wanna! Ten? Insane?"
"Ten's too much."
Fuck it, ditch status window. Dirty cheapskate. Future unknown—fine, deal.
Ten kids...
Unmarriage-minded me? Gross just thinking.
Could I adapt to this reversed world? Eyes shut, future loomed—unbearable worry.