Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Into a Gender-Reversed World
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6:00 PM.
Time for office workers to clock out.
These days, companies prioritize work-life balance above all else.
Maybe that's why, five minutes before 6:00 PM, the office buzzed with frantic activity.
Pulling out cushions and stuffed animals from who-knows-where, people packed up to head home.
Amid all these different routines, they shared one thing in common.
"Taeyang, finish this up too."
"This one as well."
"And this~"
They were dumping their tasks on the one contract worker who wasn't leaving.
"Sure."
The name tag around the neck of this muscular man—visible even through his suit—read Geum Taeyang.
Having taken on everyone's workload, Geum Taeyang quietly got to work.
Alone in the now-silent office, he sipped coffee and typed away at his computer.
It was ridiculous.
A top-tier corporation everyone dreamed of joining.
Yet the highest-paid full-timers had left, leaving the contractor behind.
The outsourcer, no less, sticking around latest for peanuts.
To Geum Taeyang, work-life balance was just a new privilege for modern nobles—the corporate elite.
His current task? Managing a game server.
Who would believe it?
Geum Taeyang himself hadn't at first, but somehow, it had happened.
A high school equivalency dropout coding in English and checking servers.
"Urghhh—!!!"
Eight hours later, after everyone had gone and the on-duty staff arrived.
It was already 2:00 AM.
"Taeyang, good work. Head home."
"You too."
Only after the real on-duty staff—not another contractor like him—arrived did Geum Taeyang leave.
On his way home, he stopped by the 24-hour gym.
Skipping workouts in this routine would wreck his health, so he stuck to it religiously.
He folded his suit neatly into his bag and changed into a white T-shirt with tight workout shorts.
After finishing his hour-long routine, Geum Taeyang finally left the gym.
Glancing at the time: 4:00 AM already.
Shower and bed would make it 5:00.
Tomorrow was Saturday, but he had to work the afternoon.
Geum Taeyang hurried home.
"Haa... I want an easy life too."
His name meaning "golden sun," he daydreamed of frolicking with beauties—but chuckled wryly.
"As if I could..."
For the current Geum Taeyang, women were a luxury. Survival took all his energy; where was the time to chase them?
Besides, could a proactive guy like him even speak properly in front of one?
Still... imagination was free.
Geum Taeyang began fantasizing about a world where everyone adored him without effort.
Didn't everyone dream that?
Of being loved for no reason at all.
'Was this alley always here?'
Heading home, Geum Taeyang spotted an unfamiliar alley.
It looked like a shortcut.
Dark dawn hours.
No streetlights in the pitch-black path, but Geum Taeyang stepped in fearlessly.
Athletic and experienced—he'd once subdued a knife-wielding thug.
Muggers? Not a worry.
'It's longer than I thought...'
Longer than expected, he decided against it next time but kept walking.
"Huh...? What the—?"
Emerging at the end, Geum Taeyang wondered if he was dreaming.
It should still be dark at 4:00 AM.
But now? Look.
The sun blazed down on the streets.
"What?"
Pulling out his phone to check the time—he realized his bag was gone.
Suit, wallet with ID, even his phone.
Everything but his clothes: vanished.
"Ah, damn... Did I doze off walking and drop everything?"
Exhausted, maybe he'd nodded off midway. He turned to retrace his steps.
But the path he'd come from? Gone.
"Ah... What the hell. Shit."
"Gasp...!!"
A passing woman heard his curse and startled.
Office worker, but dressed like eye candy for some exec—tight hips and ample cleavage on display.
Her top was so sheer, you could tell if she wore a bra...
Where to look?
"A, a man?"
"Yes. Yes, a man."
"N-no way... Eek!!!"
She almost called bullshit on his voice but covered her mouth.
The monstrous outline bulging through his post-workout shorts.
"Ah... Sorry. I'm not some perv. It just happens sometimes."
Thinking his huge dick had caused trouble again, Geum Taeyang apologized quickly.
Though honestly, her outfit was tempting.
This was Korea.
No matter what she wore, a bulging tent in his pants meant arrest.
"Kyaaah—!!"
A bystander screamed at the sight.
"What? A real man?"
"Oh my, what's happening?"
Crowds gathered, all women. No men. Geum Taeyang had no time to notice.
"O-over there! Officer? There's a man here. A man!!"
The office worker ahead was calling the cops.
"Haa..."
This overeager buddy of his, always popping up at the worst times.
Geum Taeyang sighed, too vigorous a dick was a problem too. He waited calmly.
Fleeing would only look suspicious.
Cooperate with police, explain it was a natural reaction—quickest release.
Experienced from past mishaps, his response was perfect.
The woman stared, lest he bolt. Shorter than his 187cm frame, she fidgeted fearfully.
"Um... I-if it's okay!! Y-your number or—!!"
Wee-oo wee-oo—!! Whirrr~!!
How long had it been?
A police car arrived with sirens blaring.
"Huh?"
"N-nothing..."
Disappointed, she bowed her flushed head, steaming with awkward posture, pointed him out to the cops, then left.
No need to stick around now.
Geum Taeyang sighed at his still-hard cock, mesmerized by her curves.
"Ah~ What a hassle. Officer Kim, take him in yourself."
"Got it, Senior."
'Female cops?'
Both officers stepping out were women. Geum Taeyang facepalmed.
Female cops, plural. This investigation would drag.
The officer called Kim Soon-kyung approached the reported "woman," figuring that's just how society worked.
'Whoa... Looks just like a real man. Could be an idol.'
Kim Soon-kyung gawked at the 180cm+ tall, muscle-packed figure straight from history books.
A woman mimicking a man that well?
Obviously fake.
Real men from history were extinct.
Only entertainers peddling fantasies could pull that off.
Men averaged 152cm and over 120kg.
Still, even those—she'd dreamed of touching one once...
Just seeing a man from afar had made her womb throb...
"Excuse me. Get in the car first."
"...Okay."
'That voice. Voice modulator?'
Ho-dal-dal-dal...♡
Kim Soon-kyung's legs shook as she escorted the "Male Cosplay Woman" into the car, understanding why women splurged on idols.
"Ah~ Total 'Male Cosplay Woman.' Aspiring idol?"
"..."
In the moving patrol car, the Senior Police Officer glanced back and chattered.
"If you're aspiring, act like it. Plenty of promo spots now, like Mityube?"
"..."
"Exercising your right to silence? Ugh..."
"We're here."
"Officer Kim, bring her inside. Reporter said male abuse, but... this is criminal level."
Her chatter didn't stop at the station.
"No! I didn't do anything!!"
"Like hell you didn't!!"
"Hey! You Seven Stars Faction did it, right?!"
The station buzzed with complainants and criminals.
Oddly, all women. As if men didn't exist.
That noise hushed instantly as Senior and Kim entered.
Not because of them.
The "Male Cosplay Woman" between them.
"Wow..."
Someone gasped. A god-sculpted perfect man—or so the "Male Cosplay Woman" appeared.
Everyone stared.
"Uh... You have the right to silence, anything you say can be used against you, you can get a lawyer..."
Senior plopped her at her desk and recited the Miranda rights half-assedly.
"What, not even a word? You got arrested for a crime."
"I'm innocent."
"Heh...♡?!"
"Ha-ah♡"
"Hng...♡!!"
One word from the "Male Cosplay Woman."
The station filled with pheromones from aroused women.
Throb...!!
Something illegal twitched in her shorts, but no one noticed.
"Hah... Damn, going crazy. Natural voice? Or modulated?"
"It's my natural voice."
"Whoa... This manly naturally? With talent like that... Entertainment industry that rough? Tell me. Why'd you do it?"
"I don't follow... Just a physiological reaction."
"What nonsense?"
Parallel talk frustrated her; Senior snapped, yanking the "Male Cosplay Woman" up.
"Don't you know Male Cosplay Women can't wear these?"
Grab—!!
"Eek!! D-don't grip it like that..."
"Like what? Ugh, you criminal bitch. Didn't know Male Cosplay Women can't strap on a Penis Strap?"
"What are you..."
"Evidence right there, and you deny? Officer Kim, record this good."
"Yes!!"
Camera rolling.
Senior irritably grabbed the short shorts.
In a 1:10,000 male-female ratio world, idols satisfied women.
Dubbed Male Cosplay Women.
Impersonating men? Fine.
But wearing a Penis Strap—men's domain—was illegal.
Even non-cosplayers couldn't use them publicly.
Committing crimes so brazenly.
Anyone might mistake her for real.
Even top idols on TV looked androgynous, not truly male.
'Special makeup? Magic?'
But this realistic? Unrealistic historical male recreation was suspicious.
Senior figured movie effects or magic, yanked the shorts down.
Thwack—!!
"Ow... What Penis Strap's this hard!!"
Shorts down, a rigid rod smacked her forehead. Senior rubbed it irritably.
"Officer Kim, got it? The criminal with the Penis Strap."
"S-Senior... I-in front... In front..."
"In front? What's in front?"
Rubbing her forehead, checking the footage, Senior annoyed at Kim's dazed look—then looked.
"Huh?"
A massive, thick, rock-hard club thrust before her.
Sniff... Sniff—!!
Intense pheromones that unlocked wombs.
Senior's mind blanked.
"No way this is real."
Slap...!!
Denying reality, she grabbed the "Penis Strap."
Thump...! Thump...!!
"!!!!"
But fake? Veins pulsing, human warmth?
"A, a man...? R-real dick...?"
Her words like a decree.
Instantly, everyone in the station moved as one.
"Sorry!!"
"We didn't know you were a Male Lord!!"
"Kill us!!"
Cops, criminals, civilians.
All bowed, apologizing.
'What the hell's going on?'
Only Geum Taeyang couldn't comprehend.
Dick out, he just stood there.