What It Means to Live as a Man in a Gender-Reversed World
Drip. Splat.
Unable to swallow it all, the regurgitated semen trickled down Yejin’s chin and dripped onto the floor. Her face was flushed crimson, glowing from sheer lack of breath.
“Khaaack! Cough! Cough!”
The moment I slid my cock out of her throat, she gasped for air between ragged, violent coughs. With ejaculation came the steady return of my reason. Watching Yejin sit there with tears welling in her eyes, a heavy wave of guilt and remorse crashed over my chest.
“A-Are you okay? I’m so sorry. My body just moved on its own…”
“Hic… I-I’m okaayyy… Oppa, could you hand me some tissues? They’re right under the counter…”
At her plea, I hurriedly pulled up my trousers, scrambled out to the counter, and brought back a stack of paper towels.
Jang Jae-hyeong, you crazy bastard. What the hell did you just do to a girl you only met five minutes ago?
Sure, she had been the one offering sexual relief in the first place, but ramming it down her throat without a word of warning was entirely my fault. It wasn't as if she’d trained for deepthroating—it must have hurt like hell.
I knelt down and helped her wipe away the spilled semen. Even considering it was my own load, there seemed to be an absurd amount today. Factoring in what she had already swallowed down, it felt like at least twice my usual volume.
“Oppa, you… you really shoot a ton, don’t you?”
Her complexion had returned to normal as she stared wide-eyed at the mounting pile of soaked tissues. If I was astonished, imagine how she felt.
“Honestly, it’s the first time I’ve ever unloaded that much, too.”
“Tee-hee. Does that mean my mouth felt that good?”
“I guess so. But really… I’m sorry for being so rough. My bad.”
“Don’t be! It turned me on like crazy, so it felt amazing. Please don’t worry about it.”
Yejin waved off my apology with a bright, easy grin. As if hearing that her blowjob felt incredible was all it took to wash everything away, her face looked genuinely untroubled. If anything, she ran her tongue over her lips as if savoring the lingering taste of semen pumped straight down her gullet.
Is she the type that gets off on being handled roughly?
Even accounting for the scarcity of men, offering sexual relief to an out-of-shape guy like me was wild enough. Human tastes truly were diverse.
“Jae-hyeong Oppa… next time you need sexual relief, could you maybe call me?”
“Next time too?”
“Yes! How should I put it… I think I had a breakthrough on how to do it properly. I know I can do way better next time.”
What kind of enlightenment could she have possibly attained from her very first real blowjob? Caught between curiosity and guilt, I had no choice but to agree. We exchanged phone numbers and stepped out of the storage room.
“Thank you for letting me relieve you. Here’s your bag, Oppa.”
Rustle—
I took the bulging plastic bag she handed me. On top of the instant ramyeon and drinks I had bought, it was packed to the brim with snacks and chips.
“What’s all this?”
“A gift from me! You gave me an unforgettable gift today, after all.”
Watching Yejin deliver that line with a cheeky little wink, I couldn't help but chuckle.
Flip the world upside down, and suddenly women were winking at me. I had a feeling today would remain unforgettable for me as well.
Slurp— slurrrp—
Back at my apartment, I boiled up the ramyeon and watched YouTube on my phone while slurping the noodles, browsing videos about the Sexual Relief Technician license Yejin had mentioned.
To my surprise, the Sexual Relief Technician certification was a bona fide national professional qualification overseen by the Ministry of Health and Welfare. Beyond the primary duty of male sexual relief, the curriculum required extensive medical and health knowledge—male reproductive anatomy, endocrine systems, and sexually transmitted infection prevention. Combined with strict practical performance benchmarks, the title carried a provocative ring, but in practice, public sector work in the field was closer to specialized healthcare and welfare administration.
Obtaining this license was an absolute prerequisite for landing a job at elite state-run enterprises like the Ministry of Men's Protection and Welfare or the Sperm Management Corporation. Even so, the average competition rate was an intense 100:1. Then again, in a world where men were a rare commodity, a profession that offered regular, sanctioned physical access to numerous males could hardly fail to be popular. Outside of public enterprises, holding a Sexual Relief Technician license appeared mandatory for almost any male-adjacent medical field, including urology clinics and reproductive medicine centers.
Can men get licensed for this too?
Regardless of the formal duties, the name itself literally meant managing sexual desire. Given the inverted nature of this society, female libido would naturally surpass male libido, and with women outnumbering men four to one, weren't women the ones in far more dire need of sexual relief? Logically speaking, it seemed far more plausible that men should be the ones earning relief certifications to cater to women suffering from acute sexual frustration.
I posed that exact inquiry to an AI search assistant. Boiling down its unnecessarily verbose response yielded the following points:
1. Occupations where men service women’s sexual relief do in fact exist.
2. While requiring no formal licensing and offering exceptionally high compensation, societal stigma surrounding the role makes it heavily avoided by male citizens.
For a second, I wondered why such a lucrative gig carried bad press, until the realization clicked—calling it "sexual relief" was just a polite veneer for high-end male prostitution. It made sense.
Right, why would proud men bother when the government deposits free cash into their accounts every single month?
No self-respecting guy in this society would jump into sex work voluntarily. Just how much was this government payout if men were turning down fat salaries?
“How much is the monthly living allowance for men?”
As of 2026, the Male Living Subsidy disbursed on the first of every month is capped at 1,296,974 KRW per individual.
* Note: In cases where a criminal record exists, the amount is reduced according to the severity of the offense...
Oh. That was significantly more than I anticipated.
Under this system, the parents collected the money under the guise of child-rearing support until the boy turned fifteen, after which the payments transferred directly into his personal account. A world that handed out free monthly cash simply for being born male and keeping a clean criminal record. If I were a woman, I would be screaming bloody murder over how unfair it was, but sitting on the male side of the fence, it was an absolute goldmine.
Clatter—
Tossing the empty ramyeon pot into the sink, I booted up my desktop computer. Normally, polishing off a meal would lead straight to browsing porn, but after blasting a massive load deep into Yejin's mouth, my drive was completely drained.
I really need to figure out a job soon, though…
It had been a full month since I quit my warehouse gig due to a wrist injury. While the government male subsidy existed, it was ultimately just that—a subsidy. Though generous, it was meant to sustain a basic standard of living; accumulating wealth or saving up for real assets on that allowance alone was nearly impossible. If I ever wanted to buy an apartment or a car down the line, I needed a respectable income.
Should I look into that male sexual relief gig after all?
Unlike the female counterpart, male relief workers were not public civil servants. They were hired by mid-to-large corporations under the umbrella of employee welfare perks for female staff. While mostly contract positions, the pay reportedly scaled drastically higher based on performance evaluations from the female employees. One article even highlighted a top-earning male relief technician at a prominent American tech firm pulling in fourteen thousand dollars a month—nearly twenty million won.
Tempting… but on hold for now.
It wasn't just the social stigma that gave me pause. I liked women, and while I hadn't had full intercourse yet… I certainly wanted to. But the moment it became a job, I’d be obligated to smile and service overweight, unattractive, middle-aged spinsters. I would have to eat out sour, foul-smelling cunts as if they were gourmet delicacies. My compensation would hinge directly on client satisfaction, and older women like that were almost certainly high-ranking executives in the company.
Just visualizing it gave me vertigo. My stomach wasn't particularly weak, but my life hadn't hit rock bottom hard enough to warrant that kind of sacrifice.
A high school dropout with no real career ambitions… Sigh. Guess I should start with a regular part-time job.
One saving grace of this gender-reversed world was the job board listings: an overwhelming number of postings explicitly stated Males Preferred. Just as pretty female part-timers used to drive foot traffic at PC cafes and bars on my old Earth, handsome male workers were high-demand commodities here.
As I browsed several job portals hunting for a decent position, a sudden knock rattled the front door.
Thump, thump, thump.
“Jae-hyeong—! Are you in?”
The visitor was none other than the villa's manager and owner. Hearing her gentle voice, I pushed back my chair and walked over to the entrance.
Click—
“Hello, ma’a—”
I had opened the door without a second thought, only to be struck completely motionless by her breathtaking appearance.
Holy… shit.
The woman standing before me, who had always dressed in tidy, modest attire, was now sporting the quintessential Mishi-Look favored by glamorous young wives in upscale suburban towns. Her breasts seemed significantly larger than I remembered, throwing my brain into severe cognitive dissonance—I had known her since childhood as my mother’s longtime friend.
Her name was Park Eun-hee. A remarkably kind-hearted woman who leased this one-room unit to me at a dirt-cheap rate simply because I was her friend’s unemployed son.
She’s a married woman with a husband, what the hell are you ogling for?
Scrambling to pull myself together, I managed to speak.
“…Hello. What brings you by?”
“Ah, facility inspection. The water meter is getting quite old, so I'm thinking of replacing it. If it’s not too much trouble, could I come in and check it for a minute?”
At the mention of stepping inside, my mind instantly flashed to the pile of trash and unwashed dishes sitting in the sink. Goddammit, I should’ve washed that ramyeon pot the second I finished eating.
I felt a brief twinge of resentment at the surprise visit, but I wasn't shameless enough to turn her away when she cut me such a break on rent.
“It’s… fine. Please, come on in.”
She was only inspecting the water pipes, which meant she’d just head straight for the utility boiler room anyway.
At least, that was all I expected at the time.