Seducing the Upstairs Housewife
I recall watching a show like that when I was a kid. It was a concept program—what was the title again? Seduce the Opposite Sex in Three Minutes? Something like that. Anyway, the content matched the title. They debated whether a man or woman could seduce someone of the opposite sex in three minutes, then went out on the street to test it. The conclusion? Total failure. Sure, the occasional pretty woman hitting on a guy might score, but those were rare cases. Not a single guy succeeded with a woman. And some of those guys were aspiring idols or models—decent catches, supposedly.
But looking back now, they probably had their issues too. What if the guys had been handsomer...?
Would even the female guests from that show have fallen for them? Like Jeong Hye-ryeong, staring right at me now.
"What're you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing. You're just so pretty."
Jeong Hye-ryeong. Twenty-nine-year-old married woman. Housewife. She married her high school friend—and surprisingly, her wife is a woman. It defies common sense from my original world, but in this gender-reversed one, it's totally plausible, so Jimin just nods without batting an eye.
They sip coffee, chatting casually, and agree to drop the formalities. As he listens to her stories, her favorability ticks up in real time.
"You? Ha... Handsome guys even talk pretty."
She flashes a soft smile his way, her eyes dripping with affection after barely meeting. It's wild. In his old world, she'd never glance at him. This is why looks are everything.
"Your figure's amazing too... You do Pilates or something?"
"Yeah, just down the street at the intersection. It's pricey, but the instructor's famous—does a great job."
She's clearly put in the work, and when Jimin shows interest in her body, she opens up more. He listens to her fitness routine, then glances at her slyly.
"Noona, stand up for a sec."
"Huh? Why?"
"Lemme check out your figure. I mean, you only need to look good for your wife... but doesn't it help to get a guy's opinion on how well you're maintaining?"
Utter nonsense—straight-up sexual harassment back home. But here? Different story.
"R-Really? You think?"
Even bullshit sounds convincing from a handsome guy. Jeong Hye-ryeong stands reluctantly, her breasts jiggling. Jimin's been stealing glances at her nipples poking through since earlier—yep, confirmed.
Fuck, she's hot...
No bra, for sure.
"So? Think I take good care of myself?"
She strikes a little pose.
"Hmm..."
Jimin strokes his chin, scanning her body. Thanks to the milf buff, it's insane up close. Gender-reversed world or not, he focuses on her tits and ass like it's on display. Gives her waist some love too. Then he stands.
Time to push harder, banking on his face.
"Hold on."
He circles behind, grabs her slim waist with both hands.
"Eek?!"
A surprised squeak escapes her. He almost pulls back but holds firm. No real resistance, so he strokes her waist casually.
"You really put in the work. First time I've seen a waist line this alive."
"R-Really? There must be tons of women like me..."
"Nope. None."
His firm denial lights up her face. Perfect timing—he slides his hands up her waistline, then down to her hips. Even touching her curves is mind-blowing.
Don't outsiders touching count as crossing a line, even here? A flicker of worry, but no signs of discomfort.
"Guy hands are so big... Mmm..."
She's even wiggling into his touch, enjoying it. He keeps caressing her waist.
"Noona, raise your hands up."
"Up? Like how?"
"Arms straight up, palms facing your head. Yeah, like that."
Her pose exposes clean armpits—well-maintained. And it thrusts out those huge tits. He stares shamelessly. Hallucination? Her nipples seem even harder.
She's turning me on so bad. This milf vibe is killer.
"S-Stop staring. It's embarrassing when you look like that."
She blushes, but doesn't drop her arms. If anything, she's pushing her chest out more. Jimin circles back, caresses her hips.
"This waist curve is no joke."
"Hng..."
Pinned close behind her, stroking that smooth dip-in waist, she leans back into him. Hot moans leak out. She's clearly turned on. Bold now, he reaches around to her navel, caressing her belly.
"Jeez... My stomach's embarrassing."
"Want me to stop?"
"No, it's fine."
Her voice is husky.
"Does it stick out?"
"Not at all."
He presses his trapped hands against her firm abs, whispers in her ear. She shudders hard but stays quiet, not wanting to break the mood. His hand slides up from her belly, grabs her tit over the knit dress.
"Haah?!"
A steamy moan bursts from her. He teases her nipple—rock hard even through fabric. Whispers again.
"Noona, you're excited."
"H-Hng. Of course... a guy's touching me."
Her face burns red. In this reversed world, with his Genius Face (SS), she's not resisting a stranger groping her chest.
Well then...
Time to devour.
"Hng...!"
He nips her earlobe while stimulating her raised arm like foreplay. Then licks her neck as her arms drop.
"Heut...! Ut!"
Excited moans every time. Her breathing quickens—she's soaked in arousal. Still kissing her neck, he toys with the dress strap. Time to slip it off.
...Not budging easy.
It slides a bit, but not enough. As he keeps teasing her ear and neck, she subtly shifts her arm, letting the strap fall past her elbow herself.
You little tease!
Last threads of restraint snap. Dopamine floods him, cock throbbing hard. He grinds it openly against her ass, kneading her tits over clothes as bonus.
"Hng... Guys are so hot."
Hot hand or hot cock? Who knows.
"Yeah?"
He yanks the last strap off her shoulder. Smooth skin and breasts spill out.
"Your skin's so soft, noona."
"Ahng..."
He massages like a pro. Her horny moans fuel him as he pinches her stiff nipples.
"These are rock hard."
"...Like yours?"
She's riding the vibe now, voice dripping sex. Instead of words, he guides her hand to his dick. She startles at the boldness but soon strokes it.
"So hard... You're excited?"
"Obviously. Any guy would get hard for a woman like you."
"...Don't tease. No such thing."
"For real."
Not pitching a tent for this smoking milf? You'd have to be impotent. She hesitates fiddling with his raging cock, so he offers.
"You seem super turned on... Want me to suck it, noona?"
Fuck. He drops his pants without hesitation. His massive cock springs free. She stares, blinking, then kneels—before standing again.
"Clothes are tight. Must be hard standing, Jimin."
"Huh? I'm good."
"No, sit here first."
He plays along, sits at the table. She shrugs off the top completely, down to panties, kneels between his legs.
"It's huge..."
"Compared to your wife...? Oh, right."
"My wife's a woman. No dick."
"No ex-boyfriends?"
"Just girls with tits, no cocks."
As she strokes him, she kisses the tip, then licks the mushroom head. Glances up, slowly tongues the shaft.
"Mmm..."
"Good?"
"Uh..."
It's arousing, but not mind-blowing—just licks so far. Her eager face demands a white lie.
"Feels amazing."
"R-Really?"
Satisfied, her tongue gets bolder. She's seen some porn—jerks him awkwardly too. Then parts her lips, engulfs the head.
Reversed world forever.