Axe-Wielding Heartthrob Heats Up Healing Camp
After exchanging greetings with the variety show cast, he heads straight to the room to change clothes. A quick check of the monitoring footage reveals a self-sufficient healing concept packed with hands-on tasks. 'So that's why men hate this show?'
The "Entertainment Management" world he's been dragged into differs from other reversed worlds. Take Choi Nahee's case—even with so few men, they're not emasculated like women might be. But surrounded by women everywhere, they've assimilated to some degree. Plus, tales of guys who barely lift a finger abound. 'No wonder no one exudes real masculinity.' If anything, the flood of women dulls men's sex drives over time. Overdo it, get too familiar, and it turns boring. Some survey claims men have sex ten times less per year than a decade ago. No wonder they passed that bizarre Harem Law no one had heard of before.
It's a transitional phase between his old sensible world and this reversed one—the current state of "Entertainment Management" society.
Anyway, a comfy white tee awaits, so he slips it on and steps out. Han Jiyeong's eyes widen at the sight.
"...Wow, just a plain white tee looks like high-end couture. What brand is that?"
"Market brand, market brand."
The crew and writers gasp in admiration. As expected, a perfect face completes any outfit—the Genius Face (SS) skill shines through.
Han Jiyeong sidles up slyly, reaching to pat his head. 160? 161? Definitely shorter than Ria, about Kim Nayun's height.
"You're tall. How much?"
"185."
"...Wow. My dream was always a guy over 180."
The writers immediately chime in: "Auntie, quit being so thirsty!" A line primed for savage subtitle roasts. Bold enough to say it straight to the main MC means they're tight after years together. Han Jiyeong's image is casually tomboyish anyway.
Light banter flows before he's dragged to the kitchen.
"We had a plan, but... Ah, casual talk okay?"
"Sure, sunbae."
She bursts into giggles at "sunbae"—first time in years hearing it from a male actor.
"Anyway, before you came, we planned to cook something tasty for you?"
"Mm..."
His gaze shifts to soot-covered Ria. She averts her eyes sheepishly, like a golden retriever caught red-handed. That explains it—they tried cooking but couldn't even light the hearth.
"I monitored a bit earlier, and..."
"We usually get a gas stove? But for guest day, they took it away!"
"...Pardon?"
Stunned, he gapes as Han Jiyeong glares daggers at PD Na and the writers.
"See? We invite a precious male guest, and this is how you treat him? Give us something at least!"
She's wheedling the crew naturally, but veteran PD Na won't budge. 'That's why they said don't eat before coming?' She grins mischievously, crossing her arms in an X. Han Jiyeong flips, starting a mock spat with PD Na.
Watching them, he calls out to blankly staring Ria. Their bickering alone fills airtime, but someone might starve otherwise.
"Why? Why?"
"Gotta clean the hearth—grab those papers over there?"
"Papers? Yeah! Coming right up."
Tasking Ria, he tidies the hearth interior. Signs of frantic fire-starting made it worse. Too much ash blocks airflow, killing flames. He sweeps ash first, lays Ria's papers at the bottom, covers with twigs. Props are scattered casually—no hunting needed. 'They gave some conveniences...'
One key thing's missing.
"No firewood?"
"Ah! It's out back."
"Out back?"
Following Ria reveals a woodpile. Problem: chopping means wielding an axe.
Bewildered, he stares—then recalls the main writer's question.
"Jimin-ssi, do you have some strength by any chance?"
Now he gets why. They want him flaunting masculinity for the scene. In this world, it'd spike ratings like crypto—thumbnails alone drawing hordes craving sexy men.
'Still risky, though?' Axe work ain't easy.
Pondering options...
"I'll try it."
Ria steps up, fearing he'll hurt himself—he blocks her hastily.
"Wait."
His lower body's no Confucian boy, but his mind clings to old ideals. Men handle this. If Ria were some buzzkill he disliked, he'd ignore her—but no.
Gloving up, he grabs a log, sets it on the stump. Cameras swarm instantly—three lenses locked on, unwilling to miss it.
Scanning for the axe, Ria rushes over, shocked.
"J-Jimin. You're really chopping?"
"Need fire. No wood, no fire."
"...Dangerous?"
"You look riskier—step back."
Confirming Ria's retreat, he grips the axe one-handed.
"Hm... Year since last time? Back to Ex Master mode."
The heft feels good. Gripping two-handed, he breathes deep, swings hard.
Crack!
Wood splits with a boom. The director holds her breath, capturing every sound.
At first, the writers' idea seemed absurd. A guy treating his body like gold—a hot celeb—chopping wood? Injury risk? Cool footage maybe, but impossible.
But...
Crack!
Each swing neatly halves the log.
"Hoo..."
Jimin catches his breath post-scene. Sweat beads glint on his forehead. Looking up, he rests—the crew's eyes fixate solely on him.
"......"
Ria too. Broad shoulders and ripped forearms flex vividly with each strike. Logs crack thunderously—saliva pools just watching. Why? A tingle stirs below.
As Ria squirms, the crew doggedly tails Jimin, missing nothing.
"Hoo......"
He hefts the axe again—thicker log this time. Enough for today. Tensing, focusing, he slams down.
Crack!
Perfect split with a thud. Long-overdue exertion? The muscle burn in his arms feels great. Gotta stay active.
Setting the axe down, breathing steady—the crew thumbs-ups him.
"......"
Weird vibe: all crew women lugging heavy gear. Reversed world norm, yet startling sometimes.
"G-Good work, Jimin!"
Turning, Ria's eyes sparkle hearts at him.
"This is huge..."
The hushed director mutters, smiling to herself.
Peeling off gloves, Ria hands him water.
"Total jackpot! First time seeing a wood-chopping guy. So cool..."
"Gym for stamina."
Flexing for the cameras, Ria gazes dreamily, then whispers.
"Wanna try hanging on your arm? Can I?"
"What?"
"That... clinging to a guy's arm thing. Possible?"
Voice mixes hesitation and hope. He chuckles at her vibe.
Sub-50kg girl? Piece of cake. Oh Minseo did it too—intentional or not, it ignites male pride.
"Come on."
Flexing invitingly, Ria beams, draping on his arm. Trained body bears her weight easily, hoisting higher.
"Hold tight."
"Whoa...! Whoa! Whoooaaa!!!"
Screech turns to joyous laughter from Jeong Ria. Her gaze burns—not casual. He aches to strip and pound her right there... but too many cameras. He holds back.
Firewood stacked, embers lit—the hearth blazes, warming the chilly house. As the crew packs, PD Na and the director slip to a quiet corner for talk.
"This is gold."
Main writer beams at the footage: Jimin oozing masculinity, axe in hand. Princely looks hiding this twist? Unthinkable.
"Honestly, when you pitched it first, I worried. Risky, and Jimin might refuse..."
But jackpot. Overnight Feast lacks male cast—too grueling. Four seasons, one male guest ever.
"Main promo clip, mandatory."
"Include Ria's reaction—pure gold."
"Totally. Arm-hang scene stays too."
Excited writer: each bit hits women's fantasies. Perfect amid cravings for raw male appeal.
But Jimin's feats don't end there.
"Ria! Peel garlic!"
"...Huh? Garlic?"
"I'll help."
Subbing for kitchen-noob Ria, he preps onions, garlic, leeks in seconds. Then whips up perfect pork kimchi stew and garlic chives pancakes. Wrist-snap flip in the giant pan wows the crew.
Han Jiyeong gapes, tasting his sauce and pancakes.
"What is this? Delicious! Where'd you learn?"
"Cooking hobby."
"...Then marry your noona?"
Mid-bite, she thrusts chest and curves teasingly. Knows it's playful, but her body ain't—embarrassing to ogle. No bra, nipples clear. Reaction sparks her mischief? She presses bolder till PD Na intervenes.
"Here we go again. Guest flees, show's toast."
"Why? Showing what Jimin likes?"
More bickering footage. Not 19+, but reversed world amps sexy directness. Eyes feast, but B-rank stamina demands constant mind control.