Hurts Like Hell Right From the Start

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!!! Wake up! Wake up!

Ugh… that goddamn alarm again.

So another day has dawned, huh. Shit.

Ah… I really don't want to go to the academy.

Fumble… fumble…

I groped around for the alarm to shut it off, but I couldn't find the clock anywhere.

Wait.

Did that alarm… just talk?

My eyes snapped open in an instant.

And right in front of me, a status window appeared.

What the hell is this janky status window?

Is this a dream?

I immediately slapped my own cheek.

Smack!

Fuck, that hurts like hell.

Doesn't seem like a dream.

Yeojonnambi Project?

Don't tell me this is some gender-reversal world?

My name is Kim Jonjung, but it's been changed to Kim Sijung.

I looked around the room. Same tiny goshiwon room as always. Same stuff, nothing different.

I opened the window and checked outside. The street looked exactly as I remembered. The people, too.

Wait!

Something stood out among them.

What the hell is with that couple.

The man and woman had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠switched positions. No — more precisely, it wasn't the woman linking arms with the man. The man was the one clinging to the woman's arm.

And it wasn't just one or two of them. Every couple walking by was the same.

Is this really a gender-reversal world?

Pwahahaha!

Is this the world I've always dreamed of? Is this actually real?

Getting slapped earlier did hurt, but you can slap yourself in a dream too, so I needed to confirm it for real.

The mission. First things first — the mission.

Touch a woman's ass?

In a gender-reversal world, isn't that ridiculously easy?

But only fifty-eight minutes left… A one-hour time attack, huh.

I hurriedly opened my door and stepped out into the hallway, then quickly scanned for a woman. Whose ass should I grab?

But for some reason, there weren't any women around today.

Ah, crap. This is the men's floor. I got so blinded by the thought of a woman's ass that I completely forgot. The women's floors are downstairs.

This is a goshiwon packed with jaesusaeng — students retaking the college entrance exams. Women use floors one through three; men use floors four and five. And there's no elevator in this building.

I followed the hallway down the stairs and quickly entered the third floor. Sure enough, the moment I arrived, I spotted a girl walking down the corridor.

Just look at what she was wearing. A short skirt with her panties barely peeking out, and those plump, juicy ass cheeks on full display. Just looking at her was incredible.

I quickly fell in behind her. Then, pretending to trip, I reached out toward her ass.

My hand brushed right across her firm, springy cheeks. Ha… so this is what a woman's ass feels like.

"Whoops, sorry about that. My feet got tangled."

I apologized at lightning speed. That way, she'd turn around and say something like, Oh no, it's fine, mister, are you okay?

Just as I expected, she slowly turned around. She looked at me. I looked back at her and flashed a bright smile.

But…

She was not smiling. She was glaring at me.

Her mouth slowly opened.

"Have you lost your goddamn mind?"

"……"

And then came the kick.

Thud!

"Ghhhk…"

It hurt like absolute hell. Her foot struck my gut dead-on. My heart felt like it stopped. I couldn't breathe. I crumpled straight to the floor.

"Keep your damn eyes open when you walk, you pathetic little shit."

With those parting words, she walked off. Clutching my aching stomach, I could only stare at her retreating back. Then I hurriedly pounded my fist against my chest.

Thump! Thump!

"Haaah… hah… hah…"

Finally, air flooded back in. I really thought I was going to die.

What the hell is this. Isn't a gender-reversal world supposed to be a place where men are weak but treated like kings?

I checked the status window again.

Yeojonnambi… fucking hell.

Only then did the old Joseon-era ideology of namjonyeobi — male dominance, female subordination — come to mind. This was the exact opposite: yeojonnambi. Female dominance, male subordination. Took getting kicked in the gut to figure that out.

I'd thought this project was a joke, but it was no joke at all. Still, at least I'd completed the mission. That was something.

I forced my trembling body up off the floor. I needed to get out of here, fast. Who knew what else might happen. Gripping my shaking frame, I climbed the stairs. Every single step was agony, but I gritted my teeth and made it back to my room in one piece.

I collapsed onto the floor and caught my breath. Hoo… hoo…

Don't tell me my stamina dropped too. One hit and my whole body just went limp. Still, I should take comfort in completing the mission, right?

No, no. This wasn't the time for that. The reward — the random lottery ticket.

I hurriedly checked the status window. The mission was complete, and the random lottery ticket was glittering.

A random lottery ticket, huh… What would come out? Maybe some overpowered skill? Still, you never know. Praying for a life-changing jackpot, I tapped the sparkling ticket.

Drrrrrrr…

The random lottery spun round and round. God the Father, ancestors, Buddha, Jesus, Grandfather Dangun — please, just this once, spare me. I'll live a good life from now on. I prayed and prayed and prayed some more. Please, a jackpot — or at least a medium prize.

Drrrrrrr…

Flash!

Ding!

The spinning ticket came to a stop. And out it came.

What the hell is this.

I quickly checked the description.

Should I be happy about this or not. All stats going up is a good thing, right? The problem is that I have to get hit. Still, I had no choice but to test it out.

I smacked myself hard across the face.

Smack!

Yep, hurts like a bitch. So what happens if the skill activates?

A message popped up right then.

Oh, come on. Who are you calling an idiot. This means I have to go get hit by someone else again.

Wait — what time is it?

I checked the clock.

Holy shit! I was late for class.

I washed up in a rush and sprinted toward the academy at full speed.

Hah… hah…

At least I wasn't too late. Just open that door and I could join the class. Today's class was with a female teacher who got along well with the guys — a beautiful twenty-five-year-old noona who always took jokes in stride.

I cracked open the back door and slipped into the classroom. The room wasn't very big, and there weren't many jaesusaeng either. This was the expensive special class, after all. All nine male and female students turned to look at me. So did the extremely pretty teacher.

"Sorry I'm late."

I greeted the teacher and took my seat. Pretty Noona Teacher looked at me and smirked. But something about the atmosphere felt off.

She slowly opened her mouth.

"Kim Sijung. Come up here."

"Huh?"

Kim Sijung? Our pretty teacher had called out my new name perfectly.

"Kim Sijung. I said come up."

"Yes, ma'am."

The look in her eyes was goddamn terrifying. At her summons, I shuffled awkwardly to the front of the room. Facing her murderous glare, I spoke in a voice that barely crawled out of my throat.

"Teacher… just this once…"

Her reply came in a single ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠line.

"Bite down hard."

"What?"

Then her palm came flying ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at my face like a smash hit. Whoosh! The sound of the wind was enormous as her hand crashed into my cheek.

SMACK!!!

Crash-bang-thud!

One slap sent my entire body flying. A single open-handed strike from a woman dropped me flat. Then came the staggering pain. My whole body was ringing.

At that moment, a message appeared.

What the fuck. Congratulations? I'm dying of pain over here and you raise my stats by a measly one and say congratulations?

Then another message floated up.

What? Endorphins? Dopamine?

The stinging in my cheek faded, and before I knew it, it didn't hurt at all. The pain transformed into pure euphoria, and I got worked up. Looking at it now, Survival Instinct was a completely broken skill.

I couldn't hide my joy.

"Are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you smiling?"

Teacher glared down at me. Oh no. That's not what I meant. Her expression started twisting even further.

"Kim Sijung."

"Yes."

"Original position."

Original position? I scrambled back in front of her. And once again, her smash came flying. Her slap sent me sailing through the air a second time.

Then the message appeared again. Stats up by one, dopamine go brrr. Getting hit hurt like hell, but… ah, that felt good.

"Kim Sijun. A guy like you — that scrawny, and you think you could even handle a night in bed?"

Her sudden dirty joke hit me out of nowhere. Holy shit. Her words were genuinely shocking. The other students' reactions were just as wild. The girls were snickering and laughing, while the guys hung their heads in embarrassment.

So this was the atmosphere of a yeojonnambi world…

"Kim Sijung. Go sit down."

"Yes, Teacher."

I scrambled back to my seat. Pretty Noona Teacher resumed the lesson. A few of the girls kept giggling and shooting glances my way. Among them, the girl sitting right next to me — twenty-year-old Lee Suji. Normally cute-as-a-button Suji was looking at me and snickering.

Then my phone buzzed with an incoming message. Suji had texted me.

That adorable little Suji, saying something like that. I texted back that I got it, then focused on class. Well — I didn't absorb a single word of the content. I just stared at that sexy, beautiful teacher's face the whole time.

Teacher kept the lesson going diligently. She glanced my way a few times, but there wasn't a shred of apology on her face. It was more of a be late again and you're dead kind of look.

By the way, all my stats had gone up by two, but I couldn't feel any real difference. Nothing showed on the status window either.

Then the bell rang for break time. Ding-dong-dang~ ding-dong-dang~

Right on the bell, Teacher wrapped up the lesson with surgical precision and walked out. The moment she left, Lee Suji started tapping my foot. She tilted her head and gestured for me to follow.

A girl that cute telling me to come along? No way I was saying no. I followed her up the stairs.

Lee Suji walked ahead of me. Beneath her short skirt, her pure white panties were completely visible — along with those plump, juicy ass cheeks and the soft, full mound between her thighs.