Reversed World: The Milf from Upstairs
[Hello! I'm Kim Nayun!]
[Whoa... he's insanely hot.]
[Haah! Yes! Ahh...! I love you, Jimin oppa! For real! I love you so much!]
[Oppa, are you really quitting the company?]
My head throbs like it's about to split open. Black-and-white scenes flicker through my mind like an old projector film, appearing and vanishing. Only after a long while do I finally grasp it.
Kim Nayun. An idol who debuted but flopped so hard she couldn't even earn the title of failed idol. No wonder she's so stunning. But the real shock isn't that she's an idol.
It's that she's my sex partner, ready to relieve my urges whenever I want.
"Fucking hell... being this handsome is everything."
I didn't set this up... is it character correction? Anyway, with a face like this, it's no surprise. In my memories, Han Jimin abuses his power over Kim Nayun endlessly, treating her almost like a slave—yet she clings to him anyway.
"Why, though?"
With looks like that, women should've been swarming him. By my common sense, it's hard to understand. But factoring in how devastatingly handsome this body is, she's probably head over heels. The old me couldn't even dream of approaching her.
Putting Kim Nayun aside, I check the messages flooding my messenger app. That's when I spot the one from the prettiest girl among them.
From the earlier context, it looks like she got picked up on the street. No—I did the picking up. Reading the prior chat for clarity, a new message pops up from her.
"Holy shit..."
Was she waiting for me to read it? Guess when you're this hot, girls hit you up first. I always got labeled a creep for initiating.
I hesitate to reply—kinda scary—and close the app to check the internet first. Time to scout this world. It mirrors reality but isn't quite the same. Who knows what I'm missing.
'Entertainment management world, huh...'
I need intel fast: top agencies, terrestrial broadcasters, cable networks. Essential for planning ahead.
Scanning the news portal, my face goes slack in shock.
Weird stories dominate the portal. Totally detached from my reality—mention them, and you'd sound insane. But as game lore? Totally plausible. Gender reversal tag confirmed.
Kim Nayun's attitude makes sense now. In a reversed world, with this face and body? Even a flop idol would latch on.
"Whoa..."
Awe slips out. Entertainment management is brutally hard, even with talents stacked. Building an empire from scratch? Existing powers crush you early.
But add gender reversal? Difficulty drops to normal. Toss in Genius Face (SS)? Synergy explodes—down to very easy. Just show your face, and affinity skyrockets, melting resistance.
Proud of past-me's setup.
No surprise—ignored her, and the obsessive messages roll in. Grinning at my phone. Profile pic alone screams gorgeous. She's spamming for my reply.
'Could just debut as an idol trainee right away...'
Sketching a future. Male idols are rare here—hot ones? Gold. Add this body's talents? Singing and dancing top-tier. Debut, skyrocket to tier-1, go independent, start agency?
'Not bad... but maybe something better?'
Heart races thinking ahead. Then—ding-dong. Doorbell.
Intercom shows a woman in a plain knit dress—classic milf look—arms crossed, waiting.
* * *
Jeong Hye-ryeong was a housewife. Married to a woman, not a man. Men are too scarce.
Marrying one requires rigorous national exams: PhD-level education baseline, elite background, top looks. Hye-ryeong only checks the looks box. So, wife it is—life partner to ease loneliness. Old friend, compatible; living together's fine. They cool each other's heat, even if not man-level.
But...
"Today, I nail this."
She clenches her fist. Everything perfect—except the cigarette stench wafting from downstairs, ruining her peace. Usually late-night; today, afternoon, thick and heavy. Clearly from their balcony. Heard the door open and shut, no visual.
Press!Press! Bell again. Plans to chew out whoever answers. If they fake absence, pound the door. Footsteps inside. Door opens...
"Uh, uh...?"
She stumbles back. Shock hits like a truck—breath catches.
Young man. Handsome enough to outshine celebrities, awkward smile aimed at her.
* * *
'Upstairs neighbor? Downstairs?'
Doesn't matter—her husband's one lucky bastard. Pretty face, killer body. Milf fit hugs every curve; just a glance, and I'm rock hard.
'Gotta hold back.'
Know it's reversed world, but old habits make me cautious.
"What's up?"
"Uh, uh......"
Her eyes tremble wildly, arms crossed tight. Obvious nerves.
Pondering, I chuckle. Too handsome, froze her solid?
"I, um..."
She clears her throat—breasts jiggle noticeably.
'No bra?'
Glance, then avert. She speaks, voice soft.
"From upstairs... cigarette smell's coming up."
"Ah......"
"Not here to nag or anything. People smoke. But tone it down at night."
"Sorry."
Should've gone out. Polite smoker, I bow apologetically.
"No need to apologize. Wasn't nagging. So, uh......"
Her face flushes; she waves hands frantically. My fault, yet she looks sorrier. It clicks.
'This the reversal?'
Plus Genius Face effect. If I were ugly woman? She'd snap sharp. But reversal or not, this face dominates the opposite sex.
Reality-like game world: reversal, genius face. Courage surges. I eye the milf-style beauty like a visual novel heroine.
"My bad. I'll be careful next time."
Regret flashes on her face instantly. Craves more chat—obvious even to me.
Normal guy? Convo ends. Not me. Time to test reversal and skills.
"Upstairs neighbor, right?"
"Y-yes?"
"Feel so bad... how about coffee as apology?"
Remembered instant coffee rummaging earlier. Kettle? Kitchen'll have something.
"That okay?"
Arms uncross; she peeks at my face, voice shaky.
"Of course. Neighbors."
I flash a warm smile. Normally wary, but factors melt defenses. She wants more talk.
"Th-then... I'll take one."
No hesitation—she steps in. Watching her back, I smirk.