The Reversal of Fortune
Min Jia, the Prestigious University Graduate and Corporate Elite
The relationship between Jia and Jihun hadn't always been this way.
To be precise, Jia had always held absolute dominance.
Jia's looks had been so exceptional since childhood that she was scouted to be a child model, and she had grown up beautifully into adulthood.
Now, Jia stood at an impressive 177 centimeters tall with the long, slender legs of a model. Her breasts neared a voluptuous G-cup, and her wide, childbearing hips completed her striking figure.
Any man who had ever laid eyes on her—even those who had merely brushed past her on the street—would have harbored the exact same desire: to bend her over and take her.
In truth, Jia's body served as prime masturbation material for the men around her, a physical punching bag for their relentless, undressing stares.
Jia herself possessed an insatiable craving for validation. She secretly relished their violating gazes, sometimes even feeling a damp thrill of arousal pool between her thighs.
In Islam, they say that "eye-rape" is considered a sin.
But it is not the one who stares who commits the sin; rather, it is the one who allows herself to be stared at.
Jia had spent her entire life using her breathtaking looks to wrap men around her finger, satisfying both her physical desires and her wallet.
Having committed adultery with her body and invited countless sins through the lustful eyes of others, her descent into hell was practically preordained.
However, Jia's hell was destined to arrive in this life, not the next.
Jia had a younger brother three years her junior.
His name was Jihun. Unlike Jia, who was blessed with stunning looks, sharp intellect, and athletic grace—making her beloved by all—Jihun was deficient in every conceivable way. He was what people called a "half-wit."
Crushed under the weight of his own inferiority, he never had the chance to develop social skills. Consequently, his personality was the polar opposite of Jia's bright, affable demeanor; he was gloomy, sullen, and withdrawn.
Their parents had always blatantly favored Jia, who was both brilliant and charming.
Jia was well aware of this favoritism, and she constantly looked down on Jihun, sometimes subtly, and other times right to his face.
In front of their parents, she would put on an act of being a caring older sister, but it was nothing more than a calculated PR stunt to subtly diminish Jihun and make herself shine even brighter.
Everything good was monopolized by Jia. Everything bad was passed down to Jihun under the convenient excuse of "an older sister handing things down to her little brother."
This dynamic persisted even after they entered college.
Jia constantly bragged about her prestigious university pedigree, using it to crush the spirit of her brother, who had only managed to get into a third-rate provincial college.
She even took the money Jihun had spent a year saving from part-time jobs to fund her study abroad program.
Ironically, it wasn't Jia herself who had directly stolen Jihun's money, but their parents.
(Though, of course, Jia had been the one whispering in their ears.)
Jihun's savings were extorted under the justification that "it would be much better spent on his sister, who actually got into a good school."
Jia had feigned reluctance, but she couldn't hide her delight when she saw the transfer hit her account—nor did she forget to cast a contemptuous, mocking glance at Jihun.
Even now, Jihun occasionally saw that look in his dreams.
Naturally, it was a nightmare.
And so, Jihun quietly stacked his inferiority, hatred, and deep self-loathing in the darkest corners of his heart.
The volatile mixture of these suppressed emotions finally found its detonator during an incident while Jihun was away serving his mandatory military service.
"Jia... where... where did all the stuff in my room go?"
Returning home on leave that day, Jihun had asked his sister, his face completely drained of color.
His collection—the figures, his computer, his manga—the only solaces in a life defined by neglect, had vanished without a trace.
Though he had a sinking suspicion, Jihun had tried to brainwash himself into believing it was just a misunderstanding, that they had surely just moved his things to a storage unit. But the answer he received was merciless.
"Oh, that? I sold it all online."
Within days of his enlistment, Jihun's prized possessions had been liquidated on secondhand marketplaces, gone forever.
Jihun snapped.
As Jihun lost his mind, screaming in blind rage, Jia only poured gasoline on the fire:
"Maybe if you didn't waste your money on useless trash like that, you wouldn't have ended up at some garbage provincial college!"
"We used that money for family trips and dining out. You? All you ever do is stress us out, so you should be glad you finally did something useful for this family. Aren't you grateful?"
"Hey, Min Jihun, watch your mouth! Your sister cleaned out your useless junk to put it to good use, and you can't even show a shred of gratitude!"
"Since you're not exactly blessed with brains, you should at least try to think of ways to be helpful to this family!"
Her words stung like venom.
Jihun was absolutely livid.
He wanted to strike her, but a lifetime of deep-seated gaslighting held his hand back. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
Perhaps it would have been better for Jia if she had taken a beating right then to let Jihun vent his rage. But back then, Jia had no idea what horrors lay in her future.
The parents, who emerged after hearing the commotion, were even worse.
"Your sister sold those things with your best interests at heart. Can't you be a little understanding?"
"It was all for the good of the family. Why must you be so incredibly selfish?"
"Aren't you embarrassed to still be playing games and watching cartoons at your age?"
"It's because you waste your time on that garbage that you failed your exams and ended up at that pathetic school."
In that moment, Jihun realized.
There is no one on my side in this house.
He was utterly alone.
Following that day, Jihun severed all ties with his family. He never called, and he never visited.
Until that day arrived.
A few years later,
the world turned upside down.
The Lee Jin-hyuk administration took power, followed by a rapid succession of constitutional amendments.
Beginning with the stripping of women's suffrage, a wave of sweeping reforms swept the nation.
The rising political faction led by President Lee Jin-hyuk, backed by alt-right forces, wielded the law like a sword, systematically severing the limbs of the feminist establishment—whom they branded as "the parasites who ruined the nation."
Among these reforms, the one that dealt the most devastating blow to Jia was
the National Family Happiness Promotion Special Act, enacted under the pretext of "suppressing anti-state subversive ideologies, including feminism, to ensure national stability."
This special act was applied retroactively to every single female citizen of the Republic of Korea. The scope of their investigations was not limited to active feminism; it scrutinized every past action of a woman's life.
Any woman found in violation of the law was immediately subjected to Human Rights Deprivation. Her fundamental rights were suspended, and all legal and financial activities were strictly forbidden.
In other words, she became a Yeochuk—female livestock.
When the notice of Human Rights Deprivation was delivered, no specific reason was ever provided.
Some guessed it was because of past feminist posts, others because of an abortion, and some due to false sexual assault accusations.
With no clear explanations given, the newly designated yeochuk had no choice but to accept the deprivation of their humanity as if it were a sudden, unavoidable natural disaster.
For Jia, the disaster struck without warning.
The only saving grace for her was that she could temporarily exercise her basic rights under the recognition and proxy of a Human Rights Guarantor.
A Human Rights Guarantor was a male relative within two degrees of kinship who possessed no disqualifying legal records. They would step in to hold and exercise the yeochuk's human rights on her behalf for a set period.
Crucially, however, the guarantor held absolute authority to restrict, exploit, or manipulate the yeochuk's rights at their sole discretion.
This meant that to maintain any semblance of a normal life, a woman absolutely required a guarantor who harbored no "malicious intent" toward her.
In Jia's case, her parents had served as her Human Rights Guarantors, allowing her to continue her comfortable lifestyle largely undisturbed.
She naively believed that as long as she could find a suitable man to pongpong—leech off financially—before her parents' guarantor status expired, she could secure her rights as a human being indefinitely.
That was the fragile hope Jia clung to.
But a parent's guardianship was strictly temporary.
Indeed, across the nation, yeochuk were desperately scrambling to find new guarantors—husbands—before their parents' terms ran out.
Thanks to this, the birth rate in the Republic of Korea skyrocketed to miraculous heights, earning international praise as a model solution for overcoming low birth rates and population decline.
However, a single, sudden tragedy shattered Jia's hopes into a million pieces.
"Mom and Dad... are dead?"
One day, Jia and Jihun's parents perished instantly in a horrific car crash.
"Ugh... Mom... Dad... how could you leave me like this..."
In a quiet corner of the funeral parlor, Jia wept uncontrollably, tears and snot running down her face.
She was the chief mourner.
Because her parents had possessed a terrible reputation among their relatives, not a single family member showed up to help. The wake was hollow and desolate.
It was now 1:00 AM. The funeral procession was scheduled for tomorrow. Because Jia worked at a major corporation, the entrance was lined with wreaths bearing the names of her company and its affiliates. The hall had been somewhat busy during the day, but now, everyone had gone home, leaving only a heavy silence.
"Zzz... snort... zzz..."
"Just one more drink... let's have one more..."
Only a few of Jia's friends remained to keep her company.
A couple of them were completely wasted, snoring on the floor, while others sat in small circles, whispering and chatting.
Almost all of them were men.
Naturally, several of these men were "tunnel brothers" who had already shared Jia's body, while the rest were wolves waiting for their turn.
They were all silently plotting to take advantage of her grief-stricken, vulnerable state to get her into bed.
"Jia, how are you holding up? Are you okay?"
"I know it's incredibly sudden, but stay strong... If it gets too hard, just call me. I'm here for you."
On the surface, they wore masks of sweet, caring concern.
But as is typical of sweet male feminist simps, their physical appearances were utterly atrocious.
No matter how many sweet, comforting words they spouted, they could never compare to the handsome alpha males passed out on the floor—the ones who had actually tasted her—nor could they ever hope to become her primary provider.
"Thank you..."
Even in the depths of her grief, Jia took one look at their ugly faces and subtly averted her eyes.
Having slept with dozens, if not hundreds of men, she could easily read the raw, predatory lust hidden behind their eyes, even through her haze of sorrow.
Yet, the pathetic simps remained completely oblivious, continuing their fake, desperate flirting in a pathetic attempt to slide into her pants.
Just then,
"Jia."
"Jihun...?"
Jihun had returned.