Ah~ I Wanna Have Sex! I Am...
I rushed into my room, snatched my phone, and hurried back out. Yeah… this oughta do it! No need to feel guilty about ditching the mess of a girl to handle my business.
At the kitchen table, I grabbed some wet wipes in a flash, sidled up to Ha-yeon, and yanked one out while staring at my phone.
“Huh? Kyung-hee Park… Manager? Ugh.”
The instant I saw manager, a memory streaked across my mind. Me… an ac, actor?! Even here?
Tap. I jabbed the call button and pressed the phone to my ear.
“Hello.”
That hit me like a trigger, and a boy’s entire life unspooled in my head like a montage. The gritty chronicle of a kid who chased the dream of acting, grinding nonstop without mercy.
“Ugh.” Another spike of pain drilled into my skull; I clutched my head. As the memories flooded in, I fully clocked how the world had flipped. Parents gone in a car crash, living in this apartment bought with their insurance payout—just like my past life. My sister chasing idol stardom, me gunning for actor gigs. Mirror image.
Well… old me was on the verge of quitting… guess this is my fresh start? Images of my old self scraping for bit parts flickered up.
Her voice pierced my ear, snapping me back. “Yeah, I’ll get ready and head straight to the parking lot!”
Beep-boop. Call ended. I sprang into action. First, I wiped Ha-yeon clean with the tissues, then fetched a blanket and gently draped it over her slender frame.
Shhhh. I bolted to the bathroom and surrendered to the pounding shower spray. Done and dried, I stood before the mirror, staring at my reflection in the sink vanity.
Tiny face, big round sparkling eyes, softly curved nose bridge, delicate lips. The perfect puppy-face that’d make any woman’s protective instincts go haywire, dying to cradle it to her chest.
“Not bad at all. Let’s make it work.” Compared to my old life, this face screamed massive potential in this world.
“Hmm… definitely one-of-a-kind.” I dredged up the scattered memory fragments. Sure, gender roles were reversed, but it wasn’t some utopia where every guy got noble treatment. Sex ratio skewed female 7 to male 3, sure, but looks varied wildly—just like Earth. Lookism ruled. The hot ones, male or female, got the red carpet.
Roles flipped meant tough adapting, but what could I do? If I couldn’t go back, I’d rock this body. And even if the swap reversed, I couldn’t screw over its original owner—so I’d commit to the role, full throttle.
“Ugh.” Flash of me losing it with Ha-yeon. Ji-an, forgive me… Felt weird hearing my own name in an apology, but some twisted urge said this was the only way.
“G-go! No time!” Thoughts cut off, I exited the bathroom, threw on light clothes in my room, and hit the entryway.
“.......”
Pat-pat. I spun back toward the living room.
“Hey, Ha-yeon, you up?”
“Ah… uh-huh… where to? Oh… shooting today, right…” Her voice dragged, still foggy—not fully awake.
“C’mere closer…”
“Yeah, sure.” I dropped to my knees, peering at her.
“Closer…”
I leaned in more. Damn, she’s gorgeous… Sharp jawline framing cat-like eyes, perky nose, cherry lips… Those lips parted, tongue slipping out…
“Mwah, slurp. Slurp, suck.”
“Huff, huff… haaah!” She ravaged my mouth.
“Haa… so tasty… come back safe…”
“Y-yeah…” Staring at her drooping eyes, I stumbled out in a daze.
Screech-click! The door locked, and my sinking mind resurfaced.
“Haa… am I dreaming? Hngh!” A sharp sting from down below proved it wasn’t. But the lingering pleasure haze blanketing my body felt so dreamlike, all cozy and good.
“Dream or not, who cares… time to sleep…” Oppa’s parting bliss wrapped my exhausted body and soul from practice and rivalries, lulling me under.
Beep-beep-beep.Click.
“Hah, hah, hah.” Back from dawn workout, I punched the passcode, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.
Screech. I cracked open oppa’s door for a peek.
Damn, cutie. Dead asleep. I slipped in.
Swish.Whoa… did it get this big? Pulled the blanket down, and his thing strained against his pajama pants like it’d burst free. Bigger than average before, but not porn-star levels.
22 and still growing?! I’d checked regularly since forever, but the last couple weeks? Buried in debut group battles at the company—no time.
B-but this… no way! Something’s wrong! Honestly, bigger was better, no downside. Today, I’d use “inspection” as my excuse.
Shh, shh.
“Nngh.” What the… Wasn’t some rooted tree trunk, but his junk snagged, pants refusing to budge.
Couldn’t skip my daily energy boost, though. Shh, shh.
“Nngh, ugh.” Yanked the waistband up hard, shoved his meat aside, dragged the pants down.
Boing!Gotcha! Sideways schlong sprang back like a spring; I cheered inwardly.
Whoa… what kinda dick is this huge? First shock at the sheer size unveiled.
Ew… kinda gross… Veins throbbing up the shaft, bulging and pulsing—gave me the creeps.
But. Aww, this guy’s cute. The glans at the tip, taut and plump, smooth skin gleaming. Prior ick vanished.
I tore my gaze from his junk to his face. Ugh… total mismatch… but that’s what makes it destructively hot? Kawaii!
Squish, squish. Poked his chubby cheeks, admired, then eyed lower.
“Sniff, sniff… sniiff… mmm… sniff, sniff.” Perfect… flawless! Nosed up close to check his health via scent, then stood.
Routine done. Haa~ wanna suck it…? But his massive tool drooling precum and twitching? My lust ballooned.
No, no! You crazy bitch! Shook my head, resisted the siren call.
Shh, shh. “Nngh.” Wrestled the waistband up again, dressed him, slipped out.
Tip-tip. “Gulp, gulp. Haa… delicious.” Gulped water from the purifier, plopped on a dining chair, eyes on his door.
Rustle, rustle. “Eep!” He’s up! I flung off my windbreaker and track pants, ducked behind the fridge, waiting for the door. Glanced down.
Heh-heh. Sports bra cleavage on full blast, thin spandex panties from workout—my baby’s outline crystal clear. Checked, then looked up.
Heh-heh, what reaction today? Expected the usual: spotting me, screaming “Kyaa! Fuck, this psycho bitch at it again!” blushing red. Waited.
Screech.Here he comes! Door opened, silhouette appeared—I was about to pop out.
But.
“Ah~ I wanna have sex!”
So out-of-left-field, I blanked. Eh?
“Wh-what?! S-s-s-sex?!” He’s saying do it?! Unbelievable, but a sliver of hope—I stammered, last bit internal, whatever. Waited for his mouth to move.
“Yeah! You slut! I wanna fucking pound your bro!”
That shout nuked my reason.
“Do it.” I stepped out before him.
“Wha?!”
His shock didn’t register. “Fuck me…” My body ditched brain control, turned full bitch-in-heat.
Shh. Yanked pants off, spun, bent forward sharp.
“Haa, haa… c’mon… quick.” Shhh.Gulp.Adjust pose… make it comfy for oppa…
His clothes dropping. I braced hands on sofa arm, knees bent perfect for pounding.
Thud.
“Haa, haa, haa.” His warm hands on my waist—my legs already quaking.