The End of Seoul's Spring
After Chairman Lee Jin-hyuk seized control of the National Normalization Supreme Committee, the transition to civilian rule was suspended for the foreseeable future. While the National Normalization Supreme Committee functioned as the de facto government, numerous sweeping reforms were enacted. Armed with powerful authority on par with a constitutional institution, the Committee completely dismantled all existing female-favoring policies and laws. Subsidies to feminist organizations and similar political puppet groups vanished overnight. Major political reforms were implemented, including the abolition of the female quota for proportional representation, while economic ills—such as the preferential treatment of female entrepreneurs in state-funded projects—were thoroughly eradicated.
In addition, various attempts to normalize the economy, including large-scale interest rate hikes, were made from multiple angles. Although some argued that these measures would bring severe side effects, they were all flatly dismissed by Chairman Lee Jin-hyuk's unyielding determination.
These were the words Chairman Lee Jin-hyuk was said to have spoken in private.
Although the military government was gradually securing public support by successfully executing these reforms, they faced immense resistance from the existing establishment and feminist circles. Even though the "martyrdom" of Chairman Park Tae-seop had provided the reforms with massive political momentum, the military government was beginning to show its limits under multifaceted political pressure. Lee Jin-hyuk was well aware of this. However, he had no intention of letting things end like this.
The reforms would continue, and they would do so legally.
"It is time we review the transition to civilian rule," Chairman Lee Jin-hyuk brought up during a meeting.
"A civilian transition is still too early, sir."
"Public approval for the military government is on the rise. If we maintain this a little longer, we can fully cement these reforms!" his subordinates protested.
"Of course the reforms will continue," Lee Jin-hyuk replied calmly.
"...You must have something in mind, sir."
"Indeed!" Lee Jin-hyuk paused for a moment before continuing. "I intend to run for president. And the National Assembly, which was dissolved, will have to hold general elections again."
"But Chairman, those old-guard politicians who despise our normalization efforts are still grinding their teeth in the Republic of Korea. If they rally the opposition, you might risk losing the election, with all due respect."
"Furthermore, even after the dissolution of the Assembly, the established politicians are still holding their ground. If they seize the majority of the seats, even if you claim the presidency, we will end up with a paralyzed cabinet unable to govern."
"Please reconsider, sir. There is no guarantee we can win an election right now."
As Lee Jin-hyuk expected, his subordinates raised various objections. Their concerns were not unfounded. Revolution always invites fierce resistance. Historically, a revolution is perceived as the majority pushing out the minority, but in reality, it is the unyielding conviction of a minority that overthrows the majority.
...And they were still the minority.
"We have the youth and a few political factions claiming to be the alt-right, but the rest... they are all against us. Especially the feminist circles and the established class in their fifties and sixties."
"As you can see, their sheer numbers are too overwhelming. It will be incredibly difficult to secure enough votes through a normal election."
One of the officers pulled out a tablet PC and displayed a demographic graph.
It was undeniably true. They were few, and their enemies were many.
However, Lee Jin-hyuk had already devised a solution.
"Indeed! It is impossible through a 'normal' election."
He paused, scanning the faces of those gathered around the table. The sudden silence bred confusion, visible on their faces.
"Which is why, at the same time, we will end the military administration in the Northern Territory and hold the general elections there as well!"
"If we do that..."
"Yes! We have a fighting chance! Though their population is smaller compared to the South, the Northern Territory is home to young entrepreneurs and bureaucrats who support us. On top of that, the military government's policies have fostered immense goodwill among the northern citizens toward us!"
"If we can secure their votes..."
"It might actually be possible, sir," the subordinates murmured, nodding in agreement.
"Yes, it is entirely possible. The people of the North are still accustomed to the old regime's influence; once their hearts sway in one direction, they will cast a monolithic block of votes for us. And..."
Lee Jin-hyuk smirked, deliberately drawing out his words.
"A proper census has yet to be conducted in the Northern Territory."
"...!"
A stunned silence fell over the room.
Indeed, it was exactly as Lee Jin-hyuk said. Since the end of the war, a comprehensive census had continuously stalled. Although bureaucrats dispatched to the North had attempted to conduct population counts several times for tax collection and welfare distribution, the numbers were always inconsistent and poorly aggregated.
The former North Korean public servants absorbed into the Republic of Korea's administration were still mired in the typical inertia of the old Communist Party. Every time pressure came down from their superiors, they simply filled in the blanks of the existing, outdated census sheets with fabricated numbers and submitted them.
Consequently, the statistical population of the Northern Territory remained largely unchanged from the inflated, fabricated figures the old North Korean regime had cooked up to mask their grim reality.
While this had always been a headache for the Northern Military Government Command, it had now turned into an unexpected windfall for the Committee.
"Voting with an inflated population..."
"With this, we would easily secure more than enough votes..."
"Having non-existent people cast ballots..."
The subordinates muttered among themselves, lost in thought. But before they could proceed, a fundamental question had to be addressed.
"But sir... isn't that... election fraud?" someone asked hesitantly.
"Election fraud... Election fraud, you say." Lee Jin-hyuk frowned slightly.
"I apologize, sir."
"No, you are absolutely right! It is election fraud! We are going to commit election fraud! How can one achieve great things without getting their hands dirty?"
"However, we expect severe backlash from the political forces in the South. How should we handle that?"
"There is no need to worry about them," Lee Jin-hyuk smiled with absolute confidence. "They know absolutely nothing about the reality of the Northern Territory."
"That is true."
"I agree, sir."
Voices of assent rippled through the room. Just as he said, the southern establishment remained firmly entrenched in Seoul and key metropolitan areas, refusing to budge. Even under the new regime, the "old pigs" and the women continued to secretly monopolize the cushy, lucrative positions in the South. The only ones who truly understood the reality of the situation were the military junta, a handful of young men whose interests aligned with theirs, and ambitious entrepreneurs.
"My only concern is the reaction of the international community... What are your thoughts on that?"
In truth, Lee Jin-hyuk did not care in the slightest about domestic opposition. He had no fear of a nation led by old pigs and fools who mistakenly believed they had earned their positions through "hard work" while monopolizing privileges. One swift kick to their backsides, and they would be on their knees, weeping and begging. His only genuine concern was external pressure.
He passed this concern down to his subordinates.
The officers fell into deep thought.
"I believe you need not worry about that either, sir," one man broke the silence.
It was Lieutenant Colonel Kim Seong-ho. Having studied at a foreign military academy and boasting extensive deployment experience, his grasp of international affairs was highly reliable.
"Go on, speak."
"The key is procedural legitimacy."
"Procedural legitimacy?"
"Yes, sir. In reality, the international community is highly reluctant to intervene in the internal affairs of other nations unless their own national interests are directly threatened. The so-called 'collapse of a democratic society'—though, of course, I respect democracy—is strictly a domestic issue. Intervening in such matters constitutes a clear violation of sovereignty. Therefore, as long as we secure a plausible veneer of 'procedural legitimacy,' it will be difficult for the international community to interfere. Furthermore..."
Lieutenant Colonel Kim Seong-ho paused to organize his thoughts before continuing.
"The global economy has yet to recover from the aftermath of the Taiwan Strait War. Fortunately, our Republic of Korea plays a critical role in the global industrial supply chain. They have their own fires to put out; they cannot afford to sanction us. Therefore... even in the worst-case scenario, they will likely limit their response to diplomatic platitudes like 'deep regret' or 'strong condemnation.'"
"I see..." Lee Jin-hyuk nodded, a satisfied expression gracing his face.
"Then it is decided. We shall proceed with the general election through the integration of the South and the North."
Following his discharge from the military, Lee Jin-hyuk ran for the presidency as a civilian.
Chairman Lee Jin-hyuk was now President Lee Jin-hyuk.
In the general election, the Integrated National Democratic Party—formed by merging the rising politicians of the Northern Territory with those coopted during the military administration—secured approximately sixty percent of the seats. Although the remaining forty percent went to the opposition, the established politicians were so fractured and disorganized that they could rarely agree on a single issue.
Subsequently, President Lee Jin-hyuk amended the constitution and was elected to a second term.
The Republic of Korea transitioned into the Seventh Republic, and the 1987 system met its miserable demise.
The Integrated National Democratic Party gradually expanded its influence, eventually securing a supermajority capable of passing constitutional amendments. A series of constitutional revisions followed.
And then came the decree:
"The political situation of the Republic of Korea will indefinitely suspend women's suffrage until it is normalized."
Universal democracy came to an end amidst thunderous applause.
A journalist observing this shift commented:
"Two major ideologies shook human history in the 19th century. One was communism, and the other was universal democracy, represented by women's suffrage. The former met its tragic end in the 20th century. The latter has met its end in the 21st century, proving that the social ideal of 'perfectly equal suffrage' was ultimately nothing more than a massive political experiment."
"What, then, will come next?"
Years later, Sergeant Park Hyun-woo and Corporal Kim Chung-ho maintained close contact long after their discharge from the military. The day the world turned upside down remained a fond memory they frequently recalled.
Back then, women would have sneered at them, calling them "military parrots" (Gunmuseae), but in this new era, no woman would dare utter such a word.
Every time they drank, they reminisced about that day.
"What took you so long, you bastard?"
Hyun-woo, who was already seated at the table, waved his hand as he spotted Chung-ho.
"Ah, sorry, Hyung-nim. The traffic was absolutely brutal," Chung-ho grumbled playfully as he took off his coat.
"It's always traffic with you."
"Hey, have some faith in me. It really was backed up."
"Since you've got excuses, hand over a cigarette, you punk."
"Geez, is that why you were busting my chops?"
"Caught me."
The two chuckled and stood up. Since Hyun-woo had already ordered, they decided to kill some time by stepping outside for a smoke.
Just then, a commotion broke out at another table.
"You fucking bitch, why did you take our order like this?"
"When did we ever order something like this?!"
"I... No, it's not. Really. This is exactly what you ordered..."
The part-time worker, Jeong So-yul, desperately tried to defend herself, her eyes welling with tears.
Before the world flipped, part-time workers would have fought back with venomous glares and defiant attitudes. But just like the old adage that blowfish and women must be beaten once every three days, once the world flipped, the venom was completely drained from the women's eyes.
Hyun-woo and Chung-ho couldn't help but marvel at the wisdom of their ancestors.
"Hey, don't get up just yet."
"Yeah, let's watch the show first."
Hyun-woo and Chung-ho snickered and sat back down.
"You dumb bitch, are you saying we made a mistake?"
"Ah, I see. We made a mistake. We fucked up big time, didn't we, you piece of shit?!"
"No... that's not... *sob*... it's just that you ordered..."
"This bitch is still blaming us?!"
Slap!
With a sharp crack, So-yul's head whipped to the side.
"Boss... Boss, please help me."
So-yul, trembling violently, tried to run toward the kitchen.
"Kyaah!"
One of the men violently grabbed her large breast. He yanked her backward, pulling her body away from her direction of escape. Her massive breast stretched and deformed under his rough grip like soft glutinous rice cake.
"It hurts! It hurts!"
"What's going on here?"
A middle-aged man emerged from the kitchen into the dining area.
"Boss, this customer just..."
The man, presumably the owner, looked back and forth between So-yul and the rowdy customers.
"Now, now, gentlemen, labor costs are high enough these days, why the fuss... I'll throw in a free bottle of soju, how about that?"
He tried to smooth things over with a genial smile, but the customers were relentless.
"No, why is the service in this place so garbage?"
"Do you want us to leave a terrible review? Huh?"
The customers were clearly determined to be as difficult as possible.
The owner scratched his head.
"Well then... take this as a service on the house."
As if he had no choice, he slapped So-yul's tight, peach-like buttocks and shoved her toward the men.
"B-Boss?" So-yul gasped, utterly dumbfounded.
"She's basically restaurant 'equipment,' so just don't break her too badly," the owner added coldly before turning back to the kitchen.
He didn't forget to bark at another female worker who was shivering in fear, unable to step into the dining area. "What are you doing? Do you want to lie down on the grill too?"
"Y-Yes... I understand..."
The other worker quietly stepped in to replace So-yul, who was now being thoroughly violated by the men.
One of the men slide his hand down the back of So-yul's tight jeans, pressing against her pubic bone and squeezing her entire vulva with his palm.
"Ah... ah-hn... ♡"
The other man, grumbling, "Hey, are you keeping the cunt all to yourself?" ruthlessly kneaded So-yul's soft breasts like a fidget toy. By tomorrow, they would undoubtedly be covered in bruises.
"Her cunt is incredibly plump," the man groping her through her jeans marveled.
"How is it?"
"It feels like squeezing pudding."
"Let me feel too."
"Ah... ah-hn... ♡♡"
The other man, with practiced movements, began to fondle So-yul's vulva through her skin-tight jeans.
"Wow, what the hell... is this a water balloon? It's not just a clam, what do you call it... an abalone?"
"It's so plump, it's definitely a giant abalone."
Just as they said, unlike slender women who only had large breasts and hips, So-yul possessed a remarkably thick, fleshy mons pubis.
"Please... ah... ah-hn... ♡ stop..." So-yul pleaded, her entire body trembling.
"Who the fuck do you think you're telling what to do, you bitch?"
The men casually slapped her across the face and continued their assault.
Eventually,
"Ah... ah-hah?! Ah-hn?! ♡♡"
With a sharp, breathless moan, So-yul reached a sudden climax. Her slender legs splayed wide, twitching uncontrollably like a broken doll.
"Ah... ah-hn... ♡♡"
With her legs spread wide, she trembled in the afterglow of the orgasm, her legs shaking foolishly as she struggled to stand.
"Ah... ah-hn... ♡"
She collapsed weakly to the floor.
"Hey, get up, you bitch."
"Stop faking it, you piece of shit."
"I'm... s-sorry... just now... it was too... intense..."
Despite their shouting, So-yul couldn't stand. The climax had been so intense that a dark, wet stain spread across the crotch of her jeans.
Finally,
"Do you want me to stuff charcoal down your throat?"
One of the men threatened her, holding up a piece of glowing hot charcoal with metal tongs.
"Wait, I'm... s-sorry... I'll get up..."
Like a newborn fawn, So-yul struggled to her feet, her legs shaking violently.
"You're useless. We'll give you a mission instead."
"A... a mission?"
"Yeah."
The man grabbed a pair of kitchen shears and began cutting away the crotch of So-yul's jeans.
"Wait... please... *sob*... this is the only pair of pants I have to go home in..."
"Who cares? Just walk home with your legs wide open, telling everyone you got raped."
"Hey, rape doesn't exist anymore."
"Then what is it? Consensual? Anyway, just brag to everyone that you got filled with cum."
"No... please..."
"Stop crying, you fucking bitch."
The men cut away the crotch of her jeans and easily snipped through her panties, exposing her pale skin and her slightly darkened vulva.
"What's this? Her face is a pink-tier, but her cunt is black?"
"It's not that dark. Just... brown?"
"Well, it's not completely brown."
"Still, with a mound this thick, the friction must be insane."
The men openly evaluated her exposed genitals.
"Now, let's start the mission."
"What? The... the mission?"
"Yeah, you stupid bitch. We told you we're doing a mission."
"What... *sob*... what kind of mission?"
"From now on, this charcoal."
The man lowered the glowing hot charcoal held in the tongs right beneath her exposed crotch.
"We're going to slowly bring it closer. You have to masturbate and extinguish this charcoal with your arousal fluids. Oh, and if you try to cheat by peeing, you're dead."
"What... what if I can't put it out?"
"What do you think? You'll get a charcoal-grilled cunt."
"H-Hieeeck..."
So-yul's face turned pale with sheer terror.
"Anyway, the charcoal is coming up. Put it out quickly."
Ignoring her terror, the man snickered and began the game.
"W-Wait. I... I just climaxed, so I don't have enough fluids..."
"That's your problem."
The man slowly raised the glowing charcoal. The intense heat radiated upward, threatening to scorch her delicate flesh.
"Ah... ah-hn... ♡"
Desperate to extinguish the heat, So-yul frantically began to finger herself.
With wet, squelching sounds, the hot charcoal began to hiss and sputter as her fluids dripped onto it.
"The world really has changed a lot," Chung-ho remarked, watching the spectacle with amusement.
"It certainly has."
"What should we even call a world that has changed like this?" Chung-ho suddenly asked Hyun-woo.
"Hmm, let me think..." Hyun-woo pondered for a moment.
"I know."
The Female-Dominated World of Reversed Korean Men — Part 1: Seoul's Spring [END]