I Woke Up With a Mom
I was stabbed to death.
I'd always known it would end like this someday — I just never figured it would happen at twenty-one. I'd figured thirty, at least.
"No excuses, huh."
Who'd have thought the woman I'd picked up at the club would turn out to be a gang boss's wife, of all people? Then again, we were having sex in his living room in broad daylight — of course the man saw red.
"Still, what a hollow way to go."
I'd grown up in an orphanage without parents, finally become an adult, and was just starting to live life on my own terms. And I'd only slept with a hundred women so far.
"So... where is this? Doesn't feel like the afterlife."
I'd definitely taken the knife and blacked out on the spot. The man knew his craft — one clean thrust, and I'd left the world of the living then and there.
Twisting the blade ninety degrees afterward, just to make sure it hurt? That was low. You're supposed to let a man go in peace.
Tsk.
"It still hurts, actually."
I probed at my side, but there was no wound. Just my naked body drifting through a black void, as if swept along by some current toward a destination I couldn't see.
"Welcome, Jihyeok."
"Huh? Who's there?"
A woman's voice from somewhere unseen. I'd bet anything she was beautiful — and built for sin.
"I shall grant you one more chance, Jihyeok."
"Are you... a god, by any chance?"
"This time, use that gift of yours to your heart's content — and save the world."
"Hellooo~? Can you hear me?"
The mysterious woman ignored me completely, carrying on as if I hadn't spoken.
"Oh — a light."
Good. So I wasn't doomed to drift forever after all.
"No idea where I'm headed... but this could be fun."
The corners of my mouth curled up on their own.
Where was I going? What would happen to me? I hadn't the faintest idea. But that voice had made one thing clear — I was to use my gift freely.
I didn't need to think hard to know which gift she meant. It was the only one I'd ever had.
"I can't wait."
Dreaming of finally unleashing, without limit, the talent I'd only gotten to show off for about a year — my talent as a male — I surrendered my body to the light.
"Ugh... uuugh..."
"J-Jihyeok!! A doctor!! Somebody call a doctor, quickly!!"
I'd blacked out the instant I entered the light, and these were the voices greeting me when my eyes opened again.
Who is that? Where am I?
A hospital ceiling swam into view first, and when I glanced sideways, a woman I'd never seen before was crying as she looked down at me.
She's beautiful...
I'd met about a hundred women in my life, and she'd rank comfortably in the top three of all of them.
"Jihyeok!"
Jiggle~
At the slightest movement, her enormous breasts swayed hard enough to draw the eye. I wouldn't mind getting a feel of those, just once.
"My son... thank you for living. Sob..."
...Huh? Son?
Me?
I'm an orphan.
A week had passed since I woke up in that hospital.
Apparently I'd tumbled down the stairs at home, cracked my head, and blacked out — so I was getting by playing the amnesiac.
"Jihyeok, time to eat, sweetie~"
"Coming, Mom."
At her call, I headed down to the first floor.
The word "Mom" still doesn't come naturally.
I'd lived my whole life as an orphan, so the word felt deeply strange in my mouth. But after a week of practice, I could manage it fairly smoothly now.
"Sit down and eat, sweetie."
"Okay."
I took my seat at the table, Mom across from me.
Park Huijeong.
My mother — a calm, strikingly beautiful face attached to a figure that pulled the eye and refused to let go.
"Hurry up and come out already."
"Hey! What if your brother falls again, rushing out like that?!"
"Tch... fine, Mom."
The girl grumbling as she glared at me — you'd never guess there was an age gap between us — was my little sister.
Her name was Park Jihye. She took after Mom: a genuine beauty with a seriously lewd body to match.
I know you're not supposed to think this way about family... but what can I do when they don't feel like family?
The body was family. The mind wasn't.
When I came to after dying to that knife, I was in someone else's body — and I'd woken up not in the world I'd lived in, but in a completely different one.
"Thanks for the meal! I'm off to school~"
"Have a good day, sweetie."
"Later."
My sister rose from her seat, calmly picked up her bag, and headed for the entryway.
God, that's hot.
It wasn't just her face or her figure doing it for me, either.
It was the absolutely absurd uniform she was wearing.
My sister — a grown adult — still wore a uniform to school. And the school she attended was none other than...
"Grow up into a fine little sex toy, and someday you can be Jihyeok's own personal one, sweetie."
"W-who'd ever be my brother's personal sex toy!! Hmph!"
The Sex Toy Training Academy — Yukyukwon, for short.
That lunatically named school was no hangout for a handful of deviants. It was a hyper-elite academy you could only enter by ranking in the top one percent.
That was Yukyukwon.
"I'm full too, thank you."
"Will you just be playing games at home today?"
"...I might go out for a walk in a bit."
The words slipped out before I could stop them — somehow her question made me feel like a jobless bum getting needled.
But Mom only looked at me with a worried face instead.
"Should I come along, then?"
"I'm fine. I'm not a little kid..."
"Honestly... you only just got out of the hospital, and do you have any idea how dangerous women are these days? What if some bad business finds you wandering around all alone?"
You could call it ridiculous overprotectiveness — but in this world, it was simply common sense.
"I'll be fine on my own, really. I'll head to my room now."
"All right. Call for Mom the moment you need anything. Understood?"
"Yes."
I got up and went to my room, and a little while later, Mom left for her shift at the mart.
"Hmm... I'll never get used to this, no matter how many times I look."
After confirming Mom was gone, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
Blond hair, bronze skin, a body packed with muscle.
...All of it gone, replaced by some black-haired, pale-skinned stick of a man.
Stranger still, the man in the mirror really was me. To be precise — me from back in high school, before the hair dye, the tanning, the training. Simply put, I'd possessed my own body in another world.
"Getting my own body back is nice and all, but did they have to nerf me this hard?"
The least they could've done was keep the muscle...
Then again, some things hadn't changed, so maybe it evened out.
"Still — a whole week, and I still haven't adjusted."
To having a family. To this world.
Everything was so different from the place I used to live that it left me thoroughly disoriented. This world itself, most of all.
Beep.
Every world worries about birth rates, but a male birth rate under one percent was absurdly extreme. This was a world where the ratio of men to women sat at roughly one to a thousand — men were vanishingly rare.
According to the history books, a certain woman had started some strange movement, mobilized the women of the world, and spread some kind of drug far and wide.
Humanity nearly went extinct because of it.
Backed into a corner, the women finally made their choice.
No longer a world of men and women.
It became a world where only men and amkeot existed.
Anyone born male automatically outranked every amkeot, showered with benefits from birth. Donate sperm just once a month, and you'd even receive annual support payments worth over seventy-five thousand dollars.
Women bore children from that sperm, and only then could the world finally stabilize.
"That won't last long either."
The nonsense they'd pulled three hundred years earlier had slashed men's lust and virility, and the effects lingered to this day. The reason Mom had fussed over me earlier was simple: in this world, the received wisdom was that men were fragile creatures.
"Well. Not me."
I allowed myself a small smile and stood up.
"Time for that walk~"
I'd spent the week holed up at home, letting my body recover and researching this world. The investigation was done. Now it was time to feel it with my own body.
"Ssss... hoo... even the air feels good out here."
Fresh air, for the first time in a week.
"Oh my, Jihyeok. Hello there."
"Hello, ma'am."
The moment I stepped outside, I ran into the lady from next door, cleaning in front of her gate.
"How's the injury? All healed up? Where are you off to?"
"I'm fine, thank you. Just going out for a short walk."
"All by yourself? That's dangerous... Why don't you come along with me?"
"Are you sure you have the time?"
"Of course. I'll be right out, so wait just a moment, sweetie."
She hurried to get ready to walk with me — dropping her chores mid-task just to put me first.
The auntie's quite the catch too...
I hadn't seen many of this world's women yet, but the standard here was remarkably high. Every last one of them had a face and a body that made my mouth water.
They'd evolved to be chosen by men.
Was that it, then?
Right — they weren't women. They were amkeot.
Absolute namjon-yeobi — the supremacy of men. Women had discarded even the word "woman," the title that made them equal to men, a long, long time ago.
"Sorry for the wait. Shall we go?"
"After you, ma'am."
She seemed genuinely apologetic for making me wait all of twenty seconds. We were only going for a walk, and in that brief moment she'd even touched up her makeup.
She looks like she's begging to be eaten alive.
Those enormous breasts, and an ass just as big and bouncy — I couldn't help wondering how it would feel to grab a handful.
Still, I've already decided who my first will be... a little disappointing.
If I seduced the auntie right now, we could go straight home and do it. But today was reserved for the thing I'd spent a whole week deliberating — so maybe I'd just keep things light with her.
As we walked, I kept feeling stares directed my way. Ten minutes in, and I hadn't seen a single other man the entire time.
"Look over there."
"Wow — a man."
"He's so tall?"
"He feels a little different from what they taught us."
Some women go their entire lives without ever laying eyes on a man, so I suppose the fascination made sense.
"I'm glad you came along, ma'am."
"So am I. Thank you, ma'am."
Sliide—
"Huh? Oh — y-yes, of course..."
As I thanked her, I let a hand come to rest on her shoulder. One light stroke, and her face flushed pink as she fidgeted, not knowing what to do with herself.
Seducing a beauty like this didn't even take effort.
If anything, this world is the better one.
Back in my old world, winning a woman over meant at least opening my wallet. Here, I didn't even need that much.
"I need to use the restroom — is there one nearby?"
"There should be one in the park over there. I'll keep watch out front, so take your time, sweetie!"
"Thank you, ma'am."
The restroom was immaculate. How many men used it in a year — ten, maybe?
"Ma'am... could you give me a hand in here?"
"Oh, oh? Y-yes, of course!"
I called the auntie into the restroom.
I didn't plan on going all the way — just a little something to enjoy myself...