Part 1: Even If It's Self-Proclaimed, Is a God Allowed to Do This?

Part 1. Even if it's self-proclaimed, is it okay for a being calling itself a god to do that?

"No, put yourself in my shoes. Imagine you finally find this super arousing novel, and then it suddenly vanishes from your favorites list without a trace?"

I wasn't sure if I should judge something as a god based solely on a voice, but the one I'd conveniently dubbed the "Goddess" had a seriously... foul mouth.

"Honestly, up to that point, I didn't think much of it. Authors dropping a series and ghosting is pretty common in that industry."

"Then why..."

"But after that one, all her subsequent works got properly finished? And 'subsequent' means the first one she completed was the one after that super arousing novel—the one she'd serialized before it..."

What was it again? Honestly, I couldn't remember. Not that it was surprising. It had been over seven years. Remembering it would be the weird part.

I had a bad feeling that asking "What was that super arousing novel?" would bring back the same pain from earlier, so I broke out in cold sweat and frantically rewound my memories. It might not help, but it was better than just sitting there.

"So I left a comment asking when she'd finish the dropped series."

"Ah."

Come to think of it, those kinds of comments popped up occasionally. I hated seeing constant mentions of my dropped works, so I'd delete and block them on sight.

No way...'

"Try getting blocked five times by you. Think I could stomach that?"

I personally hoped it wasn't that, but on the other hand, I felt wronged. Could a self-proclaimed god just kidnap someone to another world over a few blocks?

She's no kid...

"Hey. You just cursed me in your head."

"...I didn't."

"Your voice is shaking?"

"Sorry."

"I'm letting this one slide. Behave if you don't want it to sting."

I nodded vigorously like it was a given, and a fake cough echoed out. Then...

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"...Do you hate it?"

A cautious voice leaked from the phone speaker. The first thought in my head was 'You wish, you bitch.' But thankfully, I stopped it before it escaped my lips. After filtering it several times...

"Well, it's my life, so yeah, I'm not thrilled."

"That's weird... I thought you'd love it..."

What the hell was her basis for that ridiculous judgment?

"No, you always said it while writing those novels. That you wanted to enter that world. Isn't that a thought every novelist has at least once?"

No, wait a sec. Every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠day? That's when an ancient memory surfaced. Back in my early twenties, ruled by lust, I'd serialized a casual novel packed with all my fantasies. The kind called a fap novel. If memory served, that novel's world was—

"A gender-reversed world..."

"Yeah, that one."

At that moment, I slammed my forehead into the bathroom floor.

Thud—!

Pain shot up from where it hit the tile, but I ignored it.

"Goddess!"

"Ugh, what. I told you not to use formal speech."

"You're my only goddess from now on!"

"Don't."

"I'll pray every night and bow too. Which way should I face?"

"I said don't."

"Yep."

I did have some attachment to my original world. But if this was a place where chastity norms were reversed between men and women? Where women pulled every trick to get with a guy, drooling over pretty boys? If I could exist here as a bishounen?

Did I really need to cling to that old world? No more busting my brain for hours at the computer just to eat—being a pretty boy already reserved a honeyed life.

It's reversed, so no military service either. That sealed it. This was my reality now.

"Oh, but I skipped the procedures 'cause I'm lazy?"

"...Pardon?"

"So staying here permanently might be tough?"

What the—

"Even illegal immigrants get deported if caught."

"So you're saying I'm an illegal resident..."

"More precisely, smuggled in."

"...How can I stay here long-term?"

I asked, half-worried, half-hopeful. Did such a method even exist?

"Well, it's not impossible..."

"Ears clean and ready."

I actually washed them. Conveniently in the bathroom—just reach out. Water got in the hole, but I tilted my head and shook it out.

"Sex."

"Sorry, but I'm being dead serious right now."

"No, really—have sex."

"...With anyone?"

"Hmm, that's tricky..."

The Goddess hesitated briefly before launching into a long explanation. In short, as an illegal resident, smuggled entry, and effectively unregistered, I needed guarantors to stay. And making guarantors involved mucosal contact—aka sex. One wasn't enough; since it was a novel-based world, bonding with main characters was more effective than random passersby. She added something about presence, but I glossed over the confusing bits.

"So, mainly with main characters, as many as possible?"

"Exactly."

Good—I'd planned that anyway. No way I'd leave them alone. Familiar flavors are the deadliest. With several already perfectly suiting my tastes, why roll the gacha on randos?

"Goddess."

"What now."

"Thanks for the kidnapping."

No response. Well, maybe this wasn't the reaction she wanted. Probably hoped I'd beg to go back, bawling to vent her stress.

"...Yeah, whatever. Glad you like it."

For some reason, her voice afterward sounded deflated.

"Oh, one more thing, Goddess."

"What."

"Those things I had in the original world..."

"Want cash? Why not ask me to sell your full house and stocks too?"

"If you could, that'd be great."

No reason to refuse. I'd paid agencies for "activity funds" before.

"...Hah, fine. Whatever."

I rubbed my hands like a sycophant, waiting, and a finger snap rang in my ear. With it appeared...

A screen like some mobile game. She'd already made me a pretty boy—now this power too? The oddly specific cash amount nagged a bit, but better than zero. Overwhelmed by the Goddess's sleek grace, I shouted.

"Status window!"

Of course, nothing happened.

"That's expensive—nope. Shop's enough. Oh, and the house deposit and stocks will hit your account soon."

"Got it."

I nodded, then softly murmured "Shop." The translucent window vanished without a trace.

"Shop."

It reappeared. What did it sell? Curious, I tapped cautiously, and the screen shifted.

Nothing else registered. Only Virility Pill burned into my eyes. Pretty boy in a gender-reversed world, plus super stamina? No resisting that.

Can't pass this up.

I tapped exactly nine times. Each time, a neatly packaged box popped into existence, stacking neatly before me.

"What the... Never mind. It's your body, your life now—do you."

"How do I recharge cash?"

"Tap the cash field; account number should pop up."

I wanted to splurge more. More money, the better—like more virility, the better. Especially here, where women's libidos dwarfed men's. To avoid ending up pinned, groaning "Hng... no... gonna cum..."—doping was essential, not optional. Born with a dick between your legs? Better be the eater, not the eaten.

With reverence, I tore into the boxes.

"Hey."

"Yes."

"I'm heading out. Figure it out from here."

"Leaving already?"

"Yeah. Do your best—I'm watching."

"No doubt."

I set the phone on the sink and bowed politely toward it.

Tu-tu-tu-tu—

Call ended. Now fully focused, I unpacked. Inside: white jelly-like beads. Squishy to the touch.

Color's a bit... Milky and off-putting, but good stuff's always weird. Eyes shut, I shoved one in. Thought it'd be tough to swallow—big—but it melted on my tongue, sliding down sweetly. Not bad.

That moment—I'd devoured my entire fortune.

Knock knock—

"Yu-han? You in there?"

A knock and unfamiliar voice.

"Yes? Oh, yes."

"Dinner time—you didn't come down, so I checked. Hurry before it gets cold."

That instant, the settings for Lee Yu-han—the character named after me, now me—flashed by.

Lee Yu-han is... an orphan. Lost parents in elementary school; no relatives. The one who took him in? A woman close to his "mother."

Her name: Yoo Ga-young. Widowed young, with daughters two and five years older than Yu-han. Runs a decent-sized salon—

With insane youthfulness making her look like a sister to her daughters... Owner ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of a voluptuous body clashing with her cute face.

Decision made the second I recalled that likely owner of the voice: First one's Ga-young, no question.

......

Anyway... She said come down, so I should. But first, urgent checks: Settings for this differently-faced "Lee Yu-han" sharing my name; and the three women I'd naturally meet downstairs from the first floor kitchen.

Needed to etch them firm in my mind.

'Start with this guy.'

The novel's protagonist base, Lee Yu-han—but sparse settings. Too busy with female chars; no need to detail a mere flesh shield.

Three traits defined him.

First: Looks. Men here were dainty by default, but Yu-han was unparalleled. Demonic beauty ensnaring women.

'Could pass for a girl, honestly.' How's this a guy's face? It was plot armor itself. Stroll outside, and they'd all drool to devour me.

Second: No brainer—huge dick. Like every smut protag, dainty face but monstrous tool down there.

'Fuck, it's massive...' At rest? Curiosity made me fiddle; it swelled scarily each time. Installed for this, but safe for a real body? One thrust felt like a straight to the womb.

Last: Feminine personality—by this world's standards, not reality. Easier for active ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠protag in all-female house; naturally molded that way. No bad acting needed—just be myself.

'Not the point.' Who cares? Real priority: The women I'd face soon—Yoo family, basically kin to Yu-han.

Yu-han (22) joined at third grade—over ten years rubbing elbows. Closest bonds here.

Yoo Ga-young. Yoo Ji-na. Yoo Se-na.

Folding empty boxes, I squeezed their settings from memory. Blood-related, as names suggest: Mom and two daughters.

Ga-young first...

Stunner. Huge age gap with adult daughters, but looks wouldn't scream it. 'Cause I set it so. Insane youthfulness, killer curves. Homely personality—unwomanly here—to raise early-fatherless daughters and dead-friend's son right. Epitome of "maman."

Super capable too: Runs big local salon.

Dying to see... If casually-set Yu-han's this hot, how's meticulously-crafted Ga-young? Imagining alone stiffened my barely-subsided tool.