A Man's Size
"Making money is way too easy~"
Kim Hyunsoo said it while fanning himself with the crisp bills. All he'd done today was chat with pretty women, and he'd pulled in 270,000 won. Back in his old world, earning that much in a single day would have taken overtime stacked on top of an all-nighter—and even then, only barely.
And as a bonus, he'd be too wrecked to work the next day. This rental boyfriend gig was different. He worked Monday through Friday and got his weekends off, every single week, without fail.
Not that working weekends would have bothered him. But Kim Hyunsoo still didn't know much about this world, so he spent his Saturdays and Sundays wandering around, gathering intel. As far as this world was concerned, he might as well have been a foreigner. It was the same Korea, sure, but the only thing it had in common with the one he knew was the language. Everything else kept happening outside the boundaries of his common sense.
"Please be careful! This is a Gate Restricted Area!"
A woman in a safety helmet blocked the road he'd been about to take. Kim Hyunsoo took the warning seriously. Step one foot wrong inside a Gate Restricted Area, and you could end up screaming your last at the hands of a monster.
The way the police cordoned off dangerous districts in his old world, these zones had to be walked around—even if the blocked road was the shortcut home. Seeing it up close like this, he had to admit it really was a different world from the one he'd left behind.
"Understood."
Kim Hyunsoo accepted the woman's warning and changed his route. It had been a shortcut, and now, annoyingly, he'd have to loop all the way around to get home.
"Hmm..."
As he walked, Kim Hyunsoo mentally tallied up what he'd earned this week as a rental boyfriend. For starters, he couldn't work full days yet. His available hours ran from nine in the morning to six in the evening.
Evening dates were a thing, but at nineteen, Kim Hyunsoo wasn't eligible. He was still legally a minor. A rental boyfriend date he could just barely manage, but anything beyond that was off the table.
Another year before he could legally drink, too. The Kim Hyunsoo of right now was too young for alcohol—and when it came to nighttime dates with women, booze was practically soulmates with the whole enterprise.
That said, rental boyfriend work was nothing like prostitution, so most dates ended with a drink or two and a polite goodbye. On paper it was a perfectly legitimate, aboveboard business, which made anything sexual strictly forbidden. The so-called "second round" was absolutely not on the menu.
The men of this world had fairly low libids and rarely pushed for a night together. Kim Hyunsoo, however, was a rather unique specimen—a generous soul who was ready and willing at any hour.
But he knew better. He could do this rental boyfriend job as long as he pleased, but he also knew exactly what happened when a man let his dick do the decision-making.
There was a line he could not cross. That line was everything. It wasn't for nothing that women in his old world did rental girlfriend work instead of sex work—the moment feelings got attached, a woman's obsession became something you couldn't turn back. And in this world, women were often the physically stronger ones, which meant he had to be even more careful.
Building a base of regular clients mattered, sure—but filtering out the yandere-grade obsessive types mattered just as much. Not that either was easy.
Anyway, five days of work this week had netted him 1.35 million won. On an hourly basis, that crushed most white-collar professionals. Two weeks of rental boyfriend work had brought in a total of 2.7 million won.
If he'd needed the money more urgently, he could have worked a full nine hours a day instead of six. He could have come in on weekends, too—and weekends paid a premium.
Those weekend bookings came from office women who worked all week and rested on their days off. With women vastly outnumbering men, only a lucky few ever had a boyfriend to take out on the town.
Kim Hyunsoo stopped by a convenience store, bought a lunchbox, and headed home. Even on the way, he could feel the weight of women's eyes on him. Honestly, the attention wasn't unpleasant. Of course, whenever some swamp-creature of a woman leered at him with those greasy eyes, he felt a powerful urge to drive his fist into her philtrum. There was a reason the phrase "eye rape" existed.
"Hey, oppa. Wanna go somewhere fun with us?"
High school girls smoking cigarettes, no less... One look told him they were delinquents, so Kim Hyunsoo walked past as if he hadn't heard. Thankfully, they didn't follow.
The law here was overwhelmingly on men's side. Unless you were a juvenile, the moment a woman laid a wrong hand on a man, it was straight to prison.
Women were drilled on this from childhood, so unless a woman's life was a genuine trainwreck, they didn't touch men—sexually or violently. Screw up once, and you could end up selling everything you owned down to your underwear just to cover the settlement.
"Yu..."
"Yuna... n..."
"Sister Yuna!"
Shin Yuna jolted at the sound of her name. She'd been watering the flower pots in the church garden, and somewhere along the way her mind had drifted clean off.
"Y-Yes?!"
"What has you so spaced out since yesterday? Service is about to start—you need to get ready."
A middle-aged woman in white clerical robes said this as she looked Shin Yuna over. She checked the clock—worship was indeed drawing near.
"Oh! Yes, ma'am!"
Shin Yuna hurriedly changed her clothes and began preparing for the service. Ever since yesterday, not a single thought had passed through her head that wasn't about Kim Hyunsoo. The aftereffects of that date were enormous.
Hyunsoo, Hyunsoo, Hyunsoo—all day long. Kim Hyunsoo had already staked out a huge, permanent corner of Shin Yuna's mind. She was the classic fall-head-over-heels-in-three-seconds type, hopelessly so. She couldn't help it. It had been the first time in her life she'd ever been alone, just the two of them, on a date with a man.
She could barely remember how the service had even gone. Only her body remained, moving on pure instinct from years of worship, while her mind wandered elsewhere. Bishop-nim even scolded her a little partway through.
It couldn't be helped. Today, truly, the service would not hold still in her hands. If God had been watching, He surely would have barked at her.
And so, littering the entire liturgy with mistakes, Shin Yuna somehow made it to the end. For good measure, she answered the priest's pointed "pull yourself together" with a sullen pout on her way out. If my condition is this bad, can't they just excuse me from service for a day?
Shin Yuna was still young, and managing her emotions was not her strong suit. Lips pushed out in a pout, she trudged back to her room. She skipped dinner, too—she wasn't hungry.
Back in her room, she changed into something comfortable and turned on her phone. On the date with Kim Hyunsoo the other day, nothing in her mental gallery of information about men had turned out to be accurate. So she'd been hunting for other sites. Learning new things about men was always a thrilling, delicious pleasure.
Hours of worship spent reading nothing but hymns and scripture were boring. She used to get through them without thinking about anything at all—but ever since her date with Kim Hyunsoo, she'd discovered the thrill of men, and there was no going back.
"Excuse me—the average size of a man's... that... is thirteen centimeters?!"
She'd found a forum where people discussed slightly risqué topics, and Shin Yuna could only gape in shock. It wasn't as if she didn't know how babies were made. A man and a woman joined their bodies, and a child was born—that much she knew. But hearing the concrete dimensions of a man's... that... brought a hot wave of embarrassment creeping up her face.
And it wasn't even her fault.
Shin Yuna found herself picturing Kim Hyunsoo from their date. He'd been wearing light, casual shorts. She'd caught it out of the corner of her eye—the way something there bulged, thick and unmistakable. Staring outright would have been improper, so she'd desperately pretended to look elsewhere while sneaking exactly one glance at it.
Kim Hyunsoo's size was big. Way, way bigger than the average for a man. Fifteen to seventeen centimeters, at least—surely?
She scrambled up from her bed. Carefully, she picked up a ruler from her desk. Lifting the hem of her T-shirt slightly with one hand, she pressed the ruler flat against her stomach. She didn't know Hyunsoo's exact length, but she could roughly estimate how much of it would fit inside.
She looked down, and slowly, carefully read the length of the ruler. Then she shook her head, back and forth. Something this long could actually go inside me...? This was the kind of length that would blow clean past the womb and out the other side. There was no way something that enormous could fit inside her body.
"I'm such a pervert!"
Only now did Shin Yuna realize that what she'd just been doing was the behavior of a genuinely degenerate woman. And yet, even as the realization hit her, she found herself sneakily pressing the ruler against her stomach one more time, gauging just how much would fit, when—
Knock knock!
"Y-Yes?!"
At the knock, Shin Yuna frantically hid the ruler behind her back. If word ever spread that the Holy Maiden Candidate had been caught measuring a man's length against her own stomach with a ruler, she would never be able to hold her head up again. A pervert Holy Maiden Candidate... Her carefully built image would come crashing down without a doubt.
"Yuna? About what happened during service today..."
Thankfully, it was the priest, and the priest had not caught her with the ruler. Shin Yuna let out a silent sigh of relief. Today had felt like the longest day of her life.