A Gentleman's Revenge Is Never Too Late, Even After Ten Years
"Hmm-hmm~ Sex, sex~ Good old fucking sex~"
I hummed a little tune under my breath as I boiled my ramen. Right then, I could have had a typhoon raging outside or a rainstorm hammering the windows and still felt nothing but pure, breezy contentment.
Once the noodles were done, I sat down on the living-room floor in front of the sofa, phone in one hand, and started eating.
But wait—just sleeping with her is enough to clear the quest? Don't tell me Na Yeri, the quest target, is one of those stick-thin types whose height-minus-weight comes out negative, with a plain, ugly face so featureless you could paint her portrait with your eyes closed?
Most people, once an ominous thought takes root, find it nearly impossible to shake. Of course, as the ultimate alpha male I had once been, genuine anxiety was a rare visitor in my life.
The last time I could remember feeling truly uneasy was when I'd secretly gone bareback doggy-style with a one-night stand and finished inside her—then spent the next few days fretting over whether she might be pregnant. Beyond that, I honestly couldn't recall a single anxious moment worth mentioning.
But now that my body had been reduced to this absolute garbage-tier, male-disqualified wreck, even my mind seemed to have turned beta. The anxious thought, once it surfaced, refused to leave no matter how many dozens of short videos I scrolled through.
"Ah, fuck it—I don't care!!"
I wolfed down the rest of the ramen, rinsed my mouth out with water, and headed upstairs. The idea that a man like Geum Taeyang would sit around agonizing over a woman… that was the one thing I could not tolerate, no matter what kind of body I'd been stuck with.
…Getting fucked myself was the exception, of course.
"Hah… hah…"
I climbed the stairs toward the floor above. A few steps—just a few—and I was already gasping like my lungs were about to give out.
I've got the stamina of a premature ejaculator now… Is that why I nearly black out after just one round?
Once again, I found myself bitterly resenting the god who had stuck me in this body.
"Hah… hah… Excuse me! Is anyone home!?"
I reached the upper floor and knocked. There was a doorbell, sure—but the resentment toward that god had me itching to hit something, so I just pounded the door with my fist.
I waited maybe thirty seconds.
"Haa… Who's banging on the door at this hour of the evening…"
A woman stepped out wearing baggy dolphin shorts and nothing on top but a bra.
Contrary to everything I'd been fretting about, Na Yeri looked like she had a seriously impressive face and figure. Firm abs, well-developed quads, and a cute face to match. The yellow hair was a little off-putting—it reminded me of the woman who'd raped me that morning—but aside from that, there was nothing to complain about.
It was a pathetic lack of backbone on my part, but suddenly I didn't hate that god quite so much.
She'd clearly been about to snap at whoever was at the door, brow furrowed—then she saw my face, froze for about a second, and slammed the front door shut as she retreated inside.
Ah, fuck, playing coy…
Apparently, in this world, a body like mine was in pretty high demand. If I mapped her situation onto my original world, it would be like opening the door in nothing but bottoms and finding an absolute top-tier beauty standing there in her pajamas.
Thinking of it that way, her reaction made a little more sense.
A few minutes crawled by, and I was just starting to get irritated when the door opened again.
"Um… is there something I can help you with?"
When the door swung open, I almost wondered if it was even the same person.
Her curly hair had been brushed out into long, silky straight locks, and her lips—originally a soft pink—were now a deeper shade. She'd clearly changed clothes, too… the bottoms were the same, but up top she was wearing what looked like an expensive zip-up hoodie.
The time between her slamming the door and reopening it had been roughly three minutes. She'd done all of that in three minutes? Change clothes and put on makeup?
Well, whatever. Now I just need to play along with the coyness, get friendly… and then fuck her brains out. Heh heh heh…
"Ah… well, I'm Kim Taeyang—I live right downstairs! I just moved in recently! Hehe… I figured I'd stop by and say hello~"
I smiled gently as I spoke to Na Yeri.
Back in my world, the unspoken rule for a first greeting with a new neighbor was to bring over some rice cakes. But who knew how things worked here…
Besides, wouldn't it be better for both of us if, instead of eating rice cakes, we made some?
Na Yeri took one deep breath, placed her right hand over her chest, and opened her mouth.
"I… I see! Nice to meet you, Taeyang-ssi. I'm Na Yeri. I hope we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on~"
She was clearly trying to sound as composed as possible, but whether from nerves or excitement, her voice trembled badly.
"Well then, I'll be going~ It was nice meeting you, Na Yeri-ssi!"
I gave her a full ninety-degree bow, then turned without looking back and strolled leisurely down the stairs.
I thought I heard a soft "Ah…" of disappointment behind me, but I paid it no mind.
With this kind of thing, if you rush it you screw everything up. For now, just breaking the ice is the best move.
Thinking that, I came back downstairs, opened my front door, and stepped inside.
…In my original world, that would have been the correct play. What I didn't realize was that in this world, it would have the opposite effect.
Coming home from work and jerking off had been the one bright spot in my life… and now I couldn't believe that a man who was completely my type was standing right outside my door.
Who is that? Why is he dressed in women's pajamas? Ah, fuck it—I don't know! I just need to get ready!
With one hand she brushed out her messy hair; with the other she hastily dabbed on blush and lipstick. But Na Yeri had been in such a rush that she completely forgot—if you put on a top after doing your makeup, the clothes can smear it.
Ah, shit… what do I do? Wait—yes! The zip-up hoodie!
Na Yeri threw on the hoodie, went to the front door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
But… the conversation with him was far too short. Literally nothing more and nothing less than a neighborly hello.
She wanted to grab Kim Taeyang as he turned to leave—but even if she called him back, she couldn't think of a single thing to say.
That was when Na Yeri made a resolution.
Next time I see him… I will definitely, definitely seduce him!
Kim Taeyang and Na Yeri had each set the same goal, and both looked forward to their next meeting.
After coming home, I showered, then lay naked on the living-room sofa and turned on the TV.
The clock said nine. Kids would be asleep by now; office workers would be unwinding in small ways, dreading the miserable tomorrow waiting for them.
Finally… my first day in this world is almost over…
In my original world, I'd be at a host club right about now, working my game on the women there. With this body, though, walking into a host club could genuinely put my life in danger.
If you were going to change something, you should've changed my gender instead of the whole damn world… At least then I could look in the mirror and jerk off to myself…
As I entertained these idle thoughts, it occurred to me that I ought to do some proper research on this world.
I haven't set foot outside the apartment all day, but the women here seem to have absurdly high sex drives, don't they? I should look into that.
I sat up from the sofa and went to turn on the computer in the bedroom.
The layout of the apartment, the furniture, even the smells—everything was the same. There was only one difference… my carefully curated porn folder, the one I'd spent ages assembling to exacting standards, was gone!
"What the fuck!?"
I shouted out loud. My number-one treasure—saved with standards every bit as picky as the ones I used for choosing one-night stands—how could it just vanish like that?
I was halfway to a mental breakdown, staring blankly at the screen, when—
Bzzzt. Bzzzt—
My phone vibrated.
Don't tell me… that God of Pure Love bastard had something to do with this!?
I walked over to the phone I'd left on the sofa.
"No way… no way…!"
Apparently the saying "speak of the devil" was true. There was a single message on my phone, and the sender was the God of Pure Love.
Did you turn on your computer only to panic because your porn folder was gone?
Videos like those are inferior products made to satisfy sexual desire rather than real love!
I'd really prefer if you didn't watch that kind of thing T_T Everything I do is for your own good, you know?
Anyway, in the hope that you'll come to know true love, I've deleted every sexual element from your computer!
Please don't thank me too much. It would be awkward haha
Good luck on this mission!
"Haha… hahaha!!"
The God of Pure Love… that bastard was an unforgivable son of a bitch. I hated my past self for ever thinking, even for a moment, that he might be a decent guy and thanking him.
Someone might ask, "Why does a guy who racks up one-night stands every single day even watch porn?" But that's the kind of question only amateurs ask. For me, one-night stands were the reason I lived—my driving force itself.
That was why watching porn was essential: to analyze how to make sex even more enjoyable, which positions would make a partner feel good. (And of course, if I got horny, I jerked off too.)
That's right. Just as a student watches online lectures, I studied sex through porn. I learned from it.
It was through that bone-grinding effort that I had been able to live as a man among men—the alpha male of alpha males, Kim Taeyang…
And that dog of a God of Pure Love had dared to delete every last one of my masters' legendary lectures!
"Damn it! That was a collection of my teachers' greatest works!!"
I roared into the empty air, seized by a rage I could barely contain. But… rage always leaves nothing but emptiness in its wake.
I took one deep breath, stood up from the chair, and bowed twice toward the computer.
Thank you for everything, until now…
They say every meeting ends in parting—but I had neither wanted nor expected a farewell like this.
I made a vow. I would clear every single mission, return to my original world, and reclaim my teachers. And then, with my own two hands, I would execute that so-called god who had murdered them.