The First Night, The First Masturbation, The First Prey (3)
Because this world lacks the very concept of "men," the term "woman" is often used interchangeably with "person" or "human." However, just as there are subtle nuances between the words for "person" and "human," the same applies to the word "woman."
Since there is only one gender, it feels a bit off to say I look at them as the "opposite sex." It’s more accurate to describe the object of my sexual desire as a "woman." And by "sexual desire," I don't mean looking at men as mere penises like I do—I mean including those fluttering, heart-pounding emotions that come with attraction.
In my original world, if you told a friend they looked like a man or a woman to you, it was practically a confession that you saw them sexually. So, even if I didn't necessarily feel that way, it was relatively easy for me to understand the distinction.
So, right now, Yeoeun, who is sitting across from me at a table with a warm, steaming meal, is a "woman" to me. A woman I want to fuck so badly.
“Thank you for the meal!”
Oh, you startled me. I thought she was reading my mind. Yeoeun beamed, spoke with vigor, and scooped up a mouthful of rice topped with seaweed.
“It’s delicious.”
Sparkling dew gathered at the corners of her tightly closed eyes.
It was just rice, even if it was high-quality grain. I couldn't understand the reason for the tears welling up in her eyes. I didn't bother asking. She was so focused on the act of chewing, tasting, and swallowing that I felt guilty even trying to start a conversation.
Then, suddenly, our eyes met.
“I was just staring because it’s so nice to see you eating so well.”
I said it intentionally to avoid an awkward atmosphere, but it was the truth.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a home-cooked meal…”
Watching Yeoeun trail off, looking embarrassed, I tried to gauge her situation. An office worker looking for a room, moved to tears by a simple home-cooked meal.
“You… must live far away from your mother.”
Whew… I almost said "parents." I need to be careful, as the concept of a "father" doesn't exist here.
“Yes. I haven’t been in the city for long…”
For a split second, her complexion seemed to darken. Was I imagining it? Before I knew it, her expression brightened again as she continued to eat and chat.
She was a twenty-four-year-old fresh graduate, a newcomer to the workforce. One year younger than me.
“Honestly… I was a bit surprised. You’re so young to be a landlord…”
Although aging is slow in this world, I’ve found that you can still tell the difference. There’s a certain maturity that grows with age. Especially in the chest area. It’s strange, though… growth stops when you get older, so why do breasts keep growing?
“We haven’t signed the contract yet, but if I end up living here, may I call you Unnie?”
“Really? You’ll call me that?”
The closer, the better. I didn't bother hiding my joy and expressed it exactly as I felt, which seemed to please Yeoeun, as she broke into a radiant smile.
“Unnie, you seem really happy.”
Was I that obvious? Well, regardless of my lewd intentions or plans, it’s natural to miss human connection. Since coming to this world, I hadn’t shared a body, or even a sliver of my heart, with anyone. In truth, I was opening up with the goal of getting physical, but in this very moment, I felt satisfied just by talking with her.
After the meal, we continued to chat over tea about her life as a new employee and her hometown. The conversation flowed so smoothly that it was already nearing 10:00 PM.
“Oh my, I haven’t even talked about the contract yet.”
“Ah! I forgot about the important part.”
“I know, right? I was having so much fun talking to you, Yeoeun. Heh. How does 150,000 won a month sound?”
“Pardon?”
Her eyes went wide like a startled rabbit. Of course they did. Where else could she find a room like this for that price?
“Ah… I’m so grateful, but…”
“You said you’d call me Unnie if we signed the contract and lived together, right? How could I pass up that opportunity?”
“You were so happy about it that I was planning to keep in touch and call you Unnie even if I couldn’t move in here…”
“Heh, I’d love to just say ‘come on in and live with me,’ but I’m charging you so you don’t feel burdened.”
I meant it. I don’t actually need the money.
“Instead, as you can see, I’m terrible at cooking, so I’d like you to make me something delicious on the weekends.”
I wanted to say that what I really need is for you to provide the penis and the sex, but it’s too soon for that.
“For now, since there’s the contract and other things to prepare, how about we sign it in a week?”
In reality, I could sign it right now, but I need to lay some groundwork first.
“Yes. Thank you so much.”
“Your tone is too stiff. That makes me sad.”
“Ah! Unnie… hehe, honestly, I want to move in right now.”
“Wow, then if you don’t have work tomorrow, do you want to sleep over tonight? Hmm… think of it as a free trial.”
This world usually has a five-day work week. Today is Friday. Not that I plan to burn the house down tonight. This is just building rapport.
“I have extra pajamas, too.”
I said it with a tone full of anticipation, leaving room for her to decide.
“Wouldn’t that be a nuisance…”
“If it’s uncomfortable, you can go… but I might cry myself to sleep from loneliness? I really want to live with you right now, too.”
“Th-then… hehe… I’ll take you up on that.”
The joke, delivered with an exaggerated, crying tone so as not to be too overwhelming, worked.
“Then, shall we start with a shower trial? I’ll leave the pajamas outside the shower booth.”
“Then, shall we? Unnie.”
While it’s common for women to look at each other sexually, this is a world where bodies don’t move before hearts—except for me—so they are quite defenseless in this regard.
After confirming that Yeoeun had entered the bathroom with the shower booth inside, I opened the closet and fell into a brief dilemma while looking at several negligees.
‘No, not yet.’
I left the see-through materials where they were and pulled out a soft, silk pajama set instead.
If I put her in something lewd already, I might not be able to hold back, get a hard-on, and force myself on her♡
The concept of rape exists in this world, too. It’s not unheard of for someone to force themselves on another when their hearts aren't aligned but one side is physically aroused. However, the severity is perceived differently.
In my previous world, a rape victim’s life is ruined. The process of forced intercourse can damage the vagina, there is the risk of unwanted pregnancy, and due to social stigma, it causes massive psychological trauma.
But here, forced intercourse is just rubbing genitals together, or sucking and licking. Unless violence is involved, nothing gets broken and there are no long-term consequences.
Ah, forced finger penetration is considered violence. Because there’s a possibility of injuring the vaginal canal.
Since the penis doesn't rule the brain here, people don't view others as tools for sexual gratification. Consequently, the gaze toward a rapist isn't that of looking at subhuman scum, but rather ends at "Well, you shouldn't have done that," and the punishment is lighter than in the world I lived in.
However, if violence is involved, the crime becomes extremely heavy. Otherwise, it usually ends in a settlement.
But I have a penis. Punishment isn't the problem. If I throw my cock around carelessly now, Yeoeun will think she was violated by something monstrous, and if the issue grows, a negative perception of the penis will be planted in this world.
My priority is to instill the idea that the penis is a good thing, starting with Yeoeun, so now is the time for self-restraint.
I opened the bathroom door and placed the carefully chosen pajamas inside the drawer.
A sharehouse where multiple tenants will live. Since it could be uncomfortable if the bathroom and shower booth were visible to each other, I had partitioned the space with black glass.
I could use my divinity to see her naked body, but I won’t. It’s dangerous, very dangerous. On my first day in this world, I peeked into the next room because my newly manifested penis was so aroused, but that’s not what I gained this power for.
Shaking off the temptation, I quietly did the dishes while waiting for her shower to end. I could use my divinity to do the dishes or clean without lifting a finger, but I don’t want to get caught doing that either. I have to appear as an ordinary person for my plans to proceed without a hitch.
“Oh, I was going to do the dishes.”
As I finished, I heard Yeoeun’s voice from behind. I turned around to see her wearing the pajamas I had prepared. A negligee that clung to her body, highlighting her figure.
Her breasts, the size of the rice bowls I had just placed in the drying rack, were perking up. They were smaller than mine, but Yeoeun’s face was so small and her waist so thin that her proportions were excellent.
I couldn't help but imagine it. A rock-hard penis thrusting into that attractive woman’s crotch♡
It was a mistake. I had been staring too intently.
“Ah… um… these pajamas are a bit awkward… when you said you’d give me pajamas, I thought they’d be a top and pants.”
Yeoeun, perhaps feeling burdened by my gaze, bowed her head and checked her attire. I wanted to compliment her on how pretty she looked, but I held back. I mustn't reveal my lewd intentions too much.
“Are you uncomfortable? That’s all I had… they aren’t really pajamas, but do you want something more comfortable to wear?”
When I spoke with a tone of apology instead, Yeoeun looked up at me and waved her hands.
“No, no, it’s not that…”
Then, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she added,
“It’s just… it feels like you’re looking at me as if I’m pretty…”
The way she said it, looking embarrassed, was so seductive. If I had a penis, it would have been standing up♡ Definitely.
We continued to share small talk until late into the night.
Yeoeun seemed relaxed, but I wasn't. I was exhausted from suppressing the impulse to pounce on her right then and there, and I was on edge, worried that something about my previous world might slip out.
It was past 1:00 AM when Yeoeun finally yawned, showing signs of sleepiness. I guided her to her room and then retreated to mine.
Now, it’s time to use my "peeking" divinity for its true purpose.
Hmm… still, it’s a power given by a goddess, so it feels a bit rude to call it "peeking." Let’s call it the Divinity of the Divine Sight.