The World Turned on Its Head
I stared at the water rippling around me, trying to scrub the filth off my face like it could wash away everything I remembered.
No matter how hard I splashed, the dream stayed stubbornly alive.
Instead, cool droplets flew up and landed on my glossy obsidian skin, sending prickles racing across my dark flesh.
What the hell is going on?
I dug through the fragments of memory I still had. Yesterday I’d read every chapter of Murim Iltong, felt that hollow emptiness after the last page, and posted a half-joking comment to the author.
Maybe it’s Ada, you bastard? I’d softened it to something polite and written it off as a joke.
Then I’d crashed into another novel and woke up here.
The second I glanced sideways, the sheer pressure rolling off my body made the river bend around me like it was afraid to touch.
Look at the hair first…
My dreadlocks were ridiculous. I’d never even heard of locking hair, let alone owning it.
I dipped my head and shook it hard. Thick, black ropes slapped wetly against my back, and the thick, grounded smile on my face looked straight out of a prison yard.
The more I stared, the more questions piled up. How had this body even become mine?
At least I knew the flesh wasn’t mine. Every inch of it was packed with the kind of muscle you only see at underground fights—dense, carved, and impossible to ignore. A single flex and the veins stood out like they were about to burst.
My cock hung heavy and thick between my legs, already half-hard and sending heat through my core.
It was… surprisingly good.
My old life had been a soft-bellied office drone. This was something else entirely.
“Hmph. Hah.”
Still lost in the sensation, I was copying the stiff poses I’d seen in those old TV ads when a voice cut through the air behind me.
“Hey, Baek. Hurry up and get out. You’re late. You’re getting the whip.”
I turned. Two men were washing their faces in the shallow river, eyes darting away the moment they felt my stare. Behind them, a woman leaned against a tree, lazily smoking a long pipe and watching me with lazy, predatory eyes.
Baek.
Everyone else was here, so the name had to be aimed at me.
“You guys are fine with water that cold? You go this deep?”
“Look at this one. Monster. Monster. How can a guy be so… thick?”
“All Kunlun men are like this? You guys don’t even know shame. You strip in front of women and just… show it off.”
The men kept splashing water on themselves while they chewed me out, voices carrying clearly even from a good distance away.
Hold on…
I remembered Murim Iltong perfectly. It was the ultimate male reversal novel. Women ate men alive, men hid their shame, and the society was turned upside down.
The women half-baring their chests and the way these men were ogling me like starving dogs made it click instantly.
This… this is the novel. I’ve transmigrated.
The details were fuzzy, but that was enough.
In any normal world, I’d be envied for this body. Here, it felt like something I should be ashamed of. The men around me probably already saw themselves as inferior just by looking at me.
The realization hit like a hammer, and scattered memories rushed back in.
Not the protagonist, then.
The guy who survived the entire male-reversal arc by staying loyal all the way to the end was supposed to become a direct disciple of the Wudang Sect Leader and walk into the mountain as a proud young master.
And then…
Memory’s a mess after that.
I’d skimmed the male-reversal parts because the plot bored me. Still, I kept reading for the heroine illustrations. I never expected the author to give up halfway.
Author, you bastard.
How many heroines could be this hot and still not even moan once in the entire story? I was seething.
Doesn’t matter. The protagonist had everything handed to him, so I didn’t need to waste energy thinking about that idiot.
I mattered.
“That’s enough! Get out right now!”
A sharp female voice yanked me out of my thoughts.
A woman with her top half open stood in the water, pointing straight at me.
From the memory flashes, she was one of the slave-caravan leader’s younger sisters—Dao Yeon.
Short, but the sword hanging from her waist made me decide fighting right now was a bad idea.
If this really was the world of Murim Iltong, then the men here couldn’t even hold a sword properly and the women could chop a rock in half with their bare hands.
Since I didn’t know what I could do yet, following orders was the smartest move.
“Yes, ma’am!”
I hauled myself out of the river, feeling my heavy cock slap wetly against my thighs. The moment I stepped onto the bank, Dao Yeon’s stare burned into me like a brand.
She clapped the flat of her sword against my ass twice, hard enough to sting.
“Clothes. And hurry.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The only thing left on the ground was a torn cloth. I grabbed it, tied it around my waist, and stood.
Too small. The damn thing kept slipping down.
“Hey. What are you hiding under there?”
“…Excuse me?”
The crazy woman stared at my cock bouncing free while I still had my pants on and asked what I was hiding?
I turned, confused. Only then did I realize exactly where her eyes were locked.
Aigoo.
The thick, veiny shaft was still half-hard and pushing against the fabric, the head already peeking out like a sausage about to burst a bag.
Water and sweat had soaked the cloth, turning it into a second skin that clung obscenely to every inch.
She licked her lips.
“Heh…”
“Answer me. What are you hiding?”
Her finger jabbed the head of my cock through the cloth.
From the way the other guys behind us were snickering, this wasn’t the first time she’d done this.
“Quiet!”
The men shut up the second she shouted. Good. I didn’t need their eyes on me right now.
She was actually kind of pretty—mature, full lips, and that dangerous look in her eyes.
This world had flipped the gender roles completely. There were zero women who would turn away a thick, well-hung man.
“Want me to check? Touch it for you?”
“…What?”
Her face went blank for a second, then a slow, wicked smile curled her lips.
“Fine. Let’s do it.”
She was barely taller than my chest. She stared straight at my pecs, then slid her calloused hand down and wrapped around my heavy shaft.
“Mmm… hot and soft…”
“Take a good feel.”
“Yes…”
“Cock.”
“Hah…”
She’d clearly never touched a dick this size. Her grip was almost too tight, and the second her palm warmed my skin the shaft shot up another inch.
Her eyes widened.
“Impossible… tell me what you’re hiding.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
The cock twitched harder, the tip now threatening to poke through the cloth. Her eyes were locked on it like she wanted to eat it alive.
She squeezed a few more times, clearly not satisfied, then licked her lips again.
“I think we should take it out.”
“Nothing but the cock.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen anything this big.”
“Then take it out for me.”
I lifted both hands in surrender. She hesitated for a second, then the reluctance vanished.
Outside and here, this was the biggest cock she’d ever seen.
“…Since you asked so nicely, I won’t blame you.”
She yanked the cloth down. My heavy cock sprang free and slapped wetly against her soft belly.
“Ugh…”
“Hah…”
She gave it a testing tug. The shaft rose, the tip brushing her chin, then bounced back and smacked her breast.
“Gluck…”
Her throat bobbed visibly. Half her top was open, yet the massive cock was still pressed against her bare skin.
The warm, fertile scent of a woman in heat leaked from the slit at the head of my cock.
“A guy… no shame at all.”
Even I, who had just seen my own fully erect cock for the first time, was speechless. Thick veins stood out like ropes. Dark red skin stretched tight over hard muscle. The cock twitched, smearing the first drops of pre-cum across her cleavage.
Why should I be ashamed?
I rocked my hips slowly, rubbing the thick shaft between her soft tits.
“Suck it.”
“Hah… pervert.”
She dropped to her knees without a word and wrapped both hands around my shaft. Her tongue licked the underside of the head.
No hesitation. No shame. Just pure hunger.
I let her take it. She gripped the base, tongue swirling, then took the head all the way into her mouth.
“Huuu…”
“Don’t cum yet, huh? Chuuu… mmm?”
“Do whatever you want.”
It felt incredible. Too incredible. I wasn’t going to last.
Instead, the sensation of being served made my cock throb even harder.
“Haaam, chuuu…”
“Hah… good, noona…”
“Chuuuuru… mmm, chuuu…”
She was relentless. One hand worked the base, the other cupped my heavy balls, rolling them gently while her tongue ravaged the head.
“Chuuu… mmm, chuuu…”
“Craah…”
Her cheeks puffed out with every wet slurp. The soft inside of her mouth rubbed against my throbbing shaft as it swelled.
I could feel the heavy load building in my balls.
I didn’t want to hold back, and I didn’t need to.
Shooting my seed into the belly of such a beautiful woman was the only thing I’d ever want.
“Hah, it’s cumming, noona…!!”
“Uuuuh…!!”
Thick ropes of cum blasted straight into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, throat working, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.
That was when a loud voice exploded from the trees.
“You crazy bitch!! I told you not to touch the slave!!”
“Chuuu… ah, sister?!”
Smack!
The sound of a leather belt cracking echoed across the river. Dao Yeon was sent flying, splashing into the water and hitting the bank hard.
Shit…
Even a woman who barely reached my chest had kicked me that hard.
“You okay?”
Dao Yeon crawled out of the river, still dazed.
“Y-yes. I’m fine.”
“If you’re dizzy or feel weak, tell me right away.”
One orgasm wasn’t enough to make her this worried. Her face was serious.
Like she was ready to devour me the second she got the chance.
Yep, this really is Murim Iltong.
That cat-like smile, those plump lips, the rich, mature scent in the air.
Slave-Caravan Leader Ahn Jin.
The woman who led the convoy of slaves and laborers straight to the Fenglong Summit.
“…Put your clothes on. We’re heading back to camp.”
“…Yes.”
She spoke like a proper leader, but her eyes kept drifting back to my cock, still leaking slowly at the tip.