Reborn as the Precious Boy
My eyes fluttered open, judging everything on instinct.
Blinding lights assaulted me from all sides at once, making my eyes sting fiercely.
Once my vision adjusted to the brightness, a white ceiling filled my view.
"Ugh... ah...?"
My limbs felt as heavy as if weights were chained to them; I could barely move, and even my mouth refused to obey.
What... the hell...?
I wriggled desperately, trying to look around, but someone soon approached and scooped me up effortlessly.
Wha—?! What the—people are huge!
"Congratulations!"
And just like that, I was cradled in the arms of a woman whose heart seemed as enormous as her frame.
I strained to eavesdrop on the voices around me.
"Even after the vaccine, he's perfectly fine—a boy, no less! Congratulations on becoming the mother of the nation's 97,821st baby boy!"
"Hic... my son...! You're alive... thank God... really..."
Struggling to piece together the context from the conversation between the two giant women surrounding me wasn't easy.
One thing was clear: I'd been reborn as a baby.
They'd already mentioned the vaccine, so some time must have passed since birth...
But I had no memory of the actual moment I entered this world.
In all those reincarnation stories from my past life, protagonists usually regained their memories right at birth and started scheming immediately.
No such recollection for me of being pushed out of what must have been my mother's womb and seeing the light for the first time...
...Could it be that the original baby inhabiting this body died, its soul departed, and I possessed the empty shell...?
Just a theory, though.
If true, I'd have to wish peace for the original owner's soul.
Thanks to that, I got a second shot at life.
From the snippets of conversation I'd overheard since opening my eyes, I quickly sorted the info in my head.
For starters, this place was like Earth—but not. Similar, yet full of differences.
I could tell from the people passing by and the chatter between the two women beside me.
Tracking the nation's count of baby boys at my birth meant males were both vital and scarce as hell.
And the one hugging me like priceless treasure? My mom, apparently.
...She looked way too young for that, though. Like, suspiciously so.
"...And at just 21—the youngest mother of a boy in the world! Congratulations!"
Holy shit, she really was that young.
What kind of deadbeat asshole was my dad? Not even here for this.
The deeper I dug, the dizzier this world made me.
Hah... using my brain right after birth? No wonder I'm tired... or maybe it's just baby exhaustion... yawn... so sleepy...
And with that, I drifted off peacefully in my mom's vast embrace.
"So, what will you name your son?"
The nurse asked me.
"This is practically a national event—it'll hit the news, so choose carefully!"
"Oh... uh... what are some options for boy names? I'm not really familiar..."
"Ah, you're just barely an adult yourself... Everyone learns this in university gen-ed classes. Here, let me show you a list."
The nurse pulled a worn notebook from her back pocket and flipped it open, revealing a page of neatly written boy name candidates I'd never heard before.
"Pick the one that feels right or suits him best!"
"Hmm..."
Thus began the biggest dilemma of my life.
This name would stick with my precious son forever, so I had to choose wisely.
Scanning the tidy handwriting in the old notebook, one name midway down caught my eye. I whispered it aloud.
"Minhyuk..."
It rolled off the tongue nicely.
And when I said it, my baby in my arms seemed to react—just a little.
They say babies respond best to the name that suits them when choosing...
Recalling the advice from the nurse last year when I had my daughter, I made up my mind.
"...Park Minhyuk. That's his name—Park Minhyuk."
Once I realized this world differed vastly from my old Earth, I started absorbing everything useful from conversations around me and the TV—methodically filing it away.
After months of piecing it together, here's what I had:
The global population was roughly like old Earth's.
Except the gender ratio was insane: 500 women to every 1 man.
Males were rarer than rare—treasures, basically.
Survive childbirth and the vaccine as a boy? You'd live like a king till you dropped dead.
Moms of healthy boys got massive government support: monthly stipends till age 65, plus extras—enough for three, conservatively four generations to live lavishly.
No dad for me, by the way.
Mom conceived via artificial insemination.
Like mandatory military service for Korean men back then, every woman here had to undergo one procedure before 25—could apply right after turning 18.
Siblings? One could cover for the other.
Still, most didn't rush it—except the gamblers eyeing a boy.
Like scratching a lottery ticket early.
One hit could flip your life.
They even called it the Baby Lotto.
Mom? High school grad, went for it on a whim.
I popped out a boy and survived the vaccine? Jackpot.
Abandoned at an orphanage at birth, she scraped by on meager government aid and part-time gigs till adulthood.
Above me: a sister, one year older. Yuri, technically—but just 2.
Wondered if she was a reincarnator like me. Tested when Mom wasn't looking: nope. Big eyes stared blankly. Normal kid.
"Minhyuk~ Yuri~ Time for milk~"
"Ugh."
Mom's warm voice called from afar.
No clue if all women here were stacked, but Mom's bust was monstrous.
Like it leaped from a fantasy eroge into reality—unnaturally huge.
Eyeballing it: at least H-cup.
My head fit perfectly in her cleavage, vanishing entirely.
Past-life adult memories made sucking her tit a no-go... yet.
Sis? Latched on like a demon, slurping wildly.
Starving, I guess.
"Mmm... Minhyuk doesn't want any? What's wrong...?"
Mom offered her free breast.
The massive tit—with a nipple slightly darkened from pregnancy—shoved toward my face. I whipped my head away in embarrassment.
"Hmm... why won't my Minhyuk drink from Mommy...? Okay, formula it is!"
Baby or not, I worried blood might rush to my tiny dick.
...Nah, probably not.
But another issue hit.
"...Ah."
Sipping from the bottle, I shat myself big-time.
Still adjusting to sphincter and bladder control.
Mom noticed my body tense and knew instantly. She paused Yuri's feeding to prep my diaper change.
"Oh dear, Minhyuk pooped again? Hold on, Yuri~ Just fixing Minhyuk's diaper~"
"Waaah..."
Yuri wailed pitifully as her meal vanished.
...Sorry, sis.
And ease up on Mom's tits.
They're gonna shrink.
About three years passed like that.
With male upbringing subsidies kicking in, Mom had no money worries. Next year after me, she went for another artificial insemination.
Girl this time: Yuna.
(Mom's Park Yura, FYI—Park with 'Yu' and 'Ra'.)
Why no 'Yu' for me, matching my past-life name? Mystery. But being called Minhyuk felt natural—fine by me.
New info: Boys did homeschooling till high school age.
Gov-approved teachers or parents with materials. Mom chose to teach me herself.
While sis and lil' sis hit kindergarten/daycare, Mom and I homeschooled at home.
But the curriculum for boys? Wild.
"That's why Mommy doesn't take Minhyuk out much. Outside, women turn into beasts. They'll pounce on any boy they see. So, if a strange lady offers candy, what do you say?"
Honestly, women here were all above average looks, tits bouncing as they approached... well.
"Good!"
"No! Bad! Don't! No way!"
...Tch. Same old world. Just targeted at boys.
Mom ranted from the textbook: abductions, kidnappings, why women were scary for males.
Group rapes, even incest cases—to a kid turning 5? Questionable.
Did other boys grasp it at 5? Doubtful.
Maybe they dumbed it down to instill fear of the outside.
TL;DR: Women here had explosive libidos historically.
500 years ago, balanced ratio. Then a plague hit men worldwide, decimating numbers.
Horny women suppressed it—till spotting a guy triggered instinct.
...Cheap webnovel setup.
No crimes against women/girls, basically.
90%+ perps were men—in this world too. Even in safe Korea, crimes meant male victims.
"Mommy, we're home!"
Hence, little girls walked to daycare alone, no issue.
"Minhyuuuk!"
Yuri charged, messing with my hair.
European donor sperm meant I was an exotic blond, blue-eyed boy.
"Hey, girls. Minhyuk's studying. Go to your rooms."
"Hiiiing..."
My sisters slunk off, dejected.
"...Mom, let's study more."
"Aww, good boy, Minhyuk! So studious!"
...I just wanted to wrap up and surf the net on my laptop in secret.
Eh, good's good.