It Wasn't Fun at All!
This was no time to burn with thoughts of revenge.
First priority was gathering information on this world — the original reason I'd sat down at the computer in the first place.
They say a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years. I was no gentleman, but someday I would absolutely get even with that dog of a god. Absolutely!!
"Still… where the hell do I even start looking?"
I sat back in the chair and stared at the screen again, feeling completely lost as to how or where to begin my research.
The apps and games installed on the computer were identical to those from my old world — everything except the videos from my masters.
Then… YouTube first, right?
Even in my original world, I'd never bothered with the news. Gathering information through YouTube — something I was already familiar with — would be faster and more entertaining. That was my call.
The videos uploaded there weren't all that different from the ones back home. Mukbangs, gaming streams, movie reviews, and all sorts of miscellaneous content filled the platform. But I found plenty of differences, too.
For one, the YouTubers I'd used to watch were gone. And the biggest difference of all—
"Agh, my eyes, fuck!!"
—was that the vast majority of so-called "strip streams" were being run by men.
While browsing to see what kind of content was out there, I stumbled on a thumbnail of a muscular guy wearing garter belts on his lower half and an open police uniform on top, a few buttons undone, striking a sultry dance pose.
I had a strong feeling that digging any deeper would seriously damage my mental and physical well-being. But surviving in this world demanded thorough research, so I forced myself to keep looking through other videos.
Well… there were upsides, too.
Just as this world's variety shows treated women flashing their tops as a standard gag, there were a surprising number of videos where women casually bared their breasts without a shred of embarrassment.
After watching enough content, I realized something: this world didn't seem to treat it as a given that men had to be demure and women had to take the lead. Across every genre of video I watched, and every comment section I checked, I never once saw a gender-war flame war break out. Personality was treated as an individual trait, independent of gender — and that atmosphere felt completely natural here.
Okay, that's actually nice. Honestly, my old world was exhausting — every little thing turned into "men this, women that" bullshit.
I was just thinking this world might have some genuine advantages when the events of the day flashed through my mind like a highlight reel.
The girl who'd jumped me just for sharing an elevator. The pervert cop who'd gotten turned on by my clothes. The dual-personality freak who flipped into a completely different person the moment she got excited and tried to take me.
Why the hell was every single woman I ran into a total freak?
On video, everyone looked completely normal. So why had every woman I'd met in person been a complete lunatic?
I felt a little wronged, but dwelling on the past would only make me miserable. I went back to browsing YouTube.
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.
.
"Ugh, I'm wiped!"
I dove onto the bed next to the computer like I was jumping into a pool.
The clock on the wall said it was about 12:10. That meant I'd spent over two hours researching this world.
Haa… God of Pure Love, you absolute bastard…
I covered my eyes with my right arm and started cursing the God of Pure Love under my breath. I'd already had more than enough reasons to hate him, but after researching this world, the list had only grown longer.
First of all, gender conflict as a concept simply could not exist here.
And for good reason: posting anything related to gender conflict online was a criminal offense punishable by a minimum prison sentence and a maximum of the death penalty. I'd learned that from a women's organization YouTube channel.
The video's content was simple enough. Unnecessary sexual friction between men and women was a problem that needed solving, sure — but imposing such extreme punishments just for writing about conflict was excessive. That was the opinion the video put forward.
A little more digging revealed that the head of that women's organization was currently serving a life sentence without parole.
You're supposed to try solving gender conflict… This isn't some communist dictatorship. Just locking the whole conversation down?
Another interesting point: the ratio of women to men wasn't that lopsided. Roughly 1.2 women for every man.
However, I also found a video citing research that the average woman's libido was three times higher than a man's.
That might have been the most important discovery of all.
I'd never understood why women got flustered or aroused over the smallest things I did. Finally knowing the reason felt like clearing out a backlog of mental constipation — my head felt clean and light.
I watched plenty more videos after that, but beyond what I'd already found, the broad strokes of this world didn't seem all that different from the one I'd lived in. The major Korean corporations and global brands mostly still existed.
The only real shock was that the CEOs of those companies and brands were all unfamiliar women — not the people I'd known.
Haa… today was seriously brutal…
I'd only been in this world for a single day, and so much had already happened. I'd managed a few hours of sleep at Han Yeri's place earlier, but that clearly hadn't been enough to recover.
Ah… I should turn off the lights and shut down the computer…
I tried to push myself up, but in the end I just lay there on the bed and drifted off.
"W-wake… wake up!!"
Someone was calling my name and shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes.
The ones who'd woken me were none other than Han Yeri and Na Yeri — both of them.
What the fuck…? Where am I?
An endless expanse of pure white stretched in every direction, with a king-sized bed sitting alone in the middle of it. The three of us were on top of it.
"Finally awake? Time for me to fucking wreck you~"
The moment she finished speaking, Han Yeri grabbed my cock and started sucking it like her life depended on it.
"Ahn?! Stop…! What the hell is this all of a sudden?!"
I couldn't adapt to the situation at all. I tried to tense my body and resist, but somehow no strength would come to my limbs.
What the fuck?! Why can't I move? N-no, please…!
Suddenly Han Yeri's pace accelerated. I'd already been building toward climax, and now I couldn't hold it back any longer.
"N-no…! Please stop…!"
Despite my desperate pleas, Han Yeri's mouth-pussy never slowed. She licked the tip of my glans with her tongue, ravaging my cock, determined to make me cum in her mouth no matter what.
And then—
"Nngh…! I'm cumming!!"
Throb— throb—
An enormous load of semen flooded into Han Yeri's mouth, packing it full. My body convulsed, spit trailing from the corner of my lips.
Pleasure so extreme I still couldn't get used to it — the same sensation I'd felt that morning when I'd been taken — crashed over me all over again, vivid and raw.
"Hah… hah… I feel like I'm gonna die…"
Gasping for breath, I dropped onto my stomach and tried to crawl across the bed, away from Han Yeri, desperate to escape somehow.
But then—
A hand clamped down on my left ankle from behind.
"Ehehe… my turn now, right? Stick that cock out, you little slut…"
The one holding my ankle was none other than Na Yeri — the girl I'd only just met that morning after a casual greeting.
"I've wanted to rape you since the second I saw you this morning, and now you can't even move… so I'm just gonna take you. Haa… haa…"
Extremely aroused, Na Yeri grabbed both of my legs with both hands and yanked my body toward her.
"N-no…!!"
Was I about to get taken again? Why was this happening all of a sudden?
"I don't want this… I said I don't…!"
I thrashed, trying somehow to break free of Na Yeri's grip.
Then a blinding light hit my eyes.
That was it. Light spilling through a gap in the curtains had struck me full in the face.
And just like that, I woke up from the dream.
"Ah… fuck…"
I muttered it quietly into the empty air.
What the hell kind of dream was that? I could say with absolute certainty it was the most terrifying nightmare I'd ever had in my life.
And then—
Bzzzt—
The phone charging on the nightstand went off with an alarm.
"Ah, fuck, don't tell me—"
I grabbed the phone immediately.
Sure enough, there was a message waiting for me… from the God of Pure Love.
"…"
They say when something is so absurd it breaks your brain, you go calm. Right now I felt no anger, no sadness — nothing at all.
…Okay, that was a lie. I was actually fucking furious and completely floored, and I was mostly pissed at myself for being unable to do a damn thing about it.
"AAAAAAARGH!!! I'm going to fucking kill you, you God of Pure Love bastard!!!"
Enjoyable? What the hell about any of that was enjoyable? Every single moment had felt like a threat to my life!
"Hoo… hoo… I didn't enjoy a single second of it…"
Logically speaking — until just a day or two ago I'd been the one taking women every single day. How the hell was I supposed to enjoy being the one getting taken? That didn't make any sense.
Being force-fed a blowjob just to get hard, being made to cum even when I begged them to stop, then having my cock forced into someone else's pussy the second I was drowning in pleasure and out of my mind — there was no way any of that could feel good…
…I didn't enjoy any of it… There's no way a man like me, Kim Taeyang, would get off on something like that… Obviously not…
Replaying the events of the dream in my head, I glanced at the mirror without thinking — and froze.
My face was flushed. I was wearing a shy, bashful expression.
That face… that's the look girls used to give me when they were into me!
This couldn't be right.
My body might have ended up like this, but I'd firmly believed my mind was still that of the ultimate alpha male…
There's no way I enjoyed that kind of sex!!