Part 1: Daughters as Stunning as Mom
My expectations for Yoo Ga-young's daughters were just as high. The eldest, Yoo Ji-na, a famous fitness trainer with the quirky hobby of cosplay, and the second, Yoo Se-na, a popular Vtuber's known for gaming and daily life content. I'd sculpted their settings with meticulous care, so they had to boast beauties that rivaled their mom's.
Lee Yu-han, you lucky bastard... Growing up surrounded by such stunners... Even I, their creator, never had that luxury. The image of that pretty boy frolicking among those gorgeous women flashed in my mind, sparking a surge of jealousy that quickly faded. Now that I was Lee Yu-han, that luxury was mine.
Alright then... Time to head down.
I shoved the neatly folded box roughly between some books on the shelf and flung open the door leading to the lower floor.
The house where Yoo Ga-young's family lived was a three-story home. More precisely, a two-story structure with a spacious attic the size of a decent studio apartment. They hadn't always lived here. The setting was that after Yoo Se-na, the second daughter, blew up as a Vtuber's, they'd moved in.
That meant the second floor—two rooms and a bathroom—was Se-na's domain. One room served as her bedroom and personal space, the other her studio.
Vtuber's, huh... I'd heard they struggled to make it big, but once they did, the money poured in. Who would've thought she'd rake in enough at an age when others were scrambling for jobs to buy a house this size?
Should I give it a shot? The idea tempted me, if only a little. Normally, I'd fizzle out after a few lame attempts and sell my pricey gear on the secondhand market. But now? With this face? I could probably just turn on the camera, show my mug, and watch donations flood in like a money printer.
Eh, I'll think about it later. Either way, to recharge the cash—the currency for the shop—I'd need to earn money somehow. Keeping it as an option wasn't a bad idea.
Wait a sec... Male cam? Does that mean I'll have to do reaction vids, dance around in short clothes like those female cams back home? Imagining myself shaking my body to the beat in skimpy outfits made my face twist. Sure, with this looks, it'd probably suit me fine, but the macho dude inside me would never allow it.
Anyway, had Se-na gone down already? From what I'd overheard in the bathroom, everyone but me was already at the table.
I passed the two empty rooms and descended to the first floor. That's when I finally got to see it—the beauty of Yoo Ga-young and Yoo Se-na that I'd been dying to check out.
...Insane.
Starting with Ga-young: She stood with her back to the sink, so I couldn't see her face properly. But her body? Straight-up insane. The kind of figure that could make a guy hard just from breathing. Breasts that had to be at least E-cups, a perfect birthing-hips ass. Despite her age, she clearly took care of herself—her waist was nicely cinched with just a hint of soft flesh.
The beige knit top and jeans clung to her curves from chest to thighs, outlining every delicious swell. I wanted to charge over, grab that ass, and shove my dick in right then and there. With a cute face on top of that body? Maybe Ga-young was as fraudulent as Yu-han himself.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than she turned from the sink, fiddling with something.
That moment, I had no choice but to thank the Goddess again.
Ga-young's looks matched my settings perfectly: slightly droopy eyes giving a soft, rounded vibe; a straight nose; thin but plump lips. The kicker? That tiny mole under her lip. It added this subtle sexiness to her beauty.
With that face and body alone, I wanted to bow and thank her for being born. And a homely personality to boot?
She's unreal.
I resolved right then: My virginity in this world would go to her.
"There you are. Sit down, dear."
Even her voice was perfect—warm and enveloping, like a cozy hug. What would her moans sound like in that tone? Just imagining it had my heart pounding, blood rushing to my face uncontrollably.
She must've noticed something off. "Hm? Yu-han? Are you feeling sick or something?"
"...Pardon?"
"You look a bit feverish."
My face must've been beet red. I hesitated, then decided to play it off as sick. Couldn't exactly say, Your body was turning me on so hard.
"Come to think of it... I felt a bit dizzy when I woke up."
Se-na, glued to her phone, reacted first. "What? You catch a cold or something?"
"Doesn't feel like a cold..."
"Bull. Your face is all red—classic cold symptoms."
Was this sisterly concern? Before I could think, she scooted her chair over.
"Don't come near me."
And she waved her hands like she was shooing a fly. It was so ridiculous I let out a dry laugh. But she didn't piss me off—blame the looks.
Se-na had inherited her mom Ga-young's beauty wholesale. Differences? Long straight hair dyed brown, and eyes a tad sharper, cat-like. Oh, and her body: Slender where Ga-young was voluptuous. Not skinny, though—nicely fleshed out on a lean frame. Her tits weren't bad, but no contest against mom's.
Can't beat your parents, huh... Or in this case, no daughter outshines her mom? At 24, Se-na would never catch up.
"You! Your brother's sick and you can't even worry?"
"Ugh, why? I got a collab stream tonight! If I catch a cold and tank my condition, I'm screwed!"
"You little...!"
Classic back-smack. Solid execution. Nice view too—Ga-young's hefty tits jiggled wildly with each whack.
Ooh yeah... I was wide awake now. Dangerously so.
"Yu-han, you sure you're okay? Maybe see a doctor..."
"No, really. Food and meds, and I'll be fine."
"Alright, then. Auntie will set out some medicine—don't forget to take it."
"Yes, ma'am."
Se-na, thoroughly defeated, slumped over the table groaning. Ga-young showed the loving kindness I'd set for her. Se-na's lips puffed out in a classic pout after getting owned.
"Tch... Mom always fusses over Yu-han. Don't just baby your son—spare some love for your daughter too? This one's feeling neglected~"
Her sulky lip-pout was infuriatingly cute, thanks to her face.
"Yu-han has a weak body."
"I'm plenty weak too!"
"That's 'cause you're always on the computer."
"It's my job."
"Who knew my daughter was so passionate about work she'd pull all-nighters?"
"Urk..."
That's when the last family member arrived, yawning.
"Yawn..."
The problem? Her outfit. A white tee stretched out at the neck, exposing a shoulder. Not a big deal on its own—comfy home wear. But the two pokies jutting through the shirt...
Oh shit...
And below? Black lace panties on blatant display.
Yep. Ji-na wore nothing under but panties. Even a normal girl would've been hot, but this model-bodied fitness trainer? I was losing my mind. My hidden hand under the table trembled like crazy.
"Haaah... Why's it so noisy this early?"
Oblivious or not, Ji-na was chill. Her hand slipped under the shirt, scratching her belly and flashing a cute navel. She looked tired, yawning nonstop as she walked. That local playgirl vibe—tanned skin, charisma, sex appeal. Her pinkish lips parting just made her hotter, not pathetic.
Driving me nuts... How were all these women in this house so damn fuckable?
Ji-na's appeal differed from Ga-young's maternal curves or Se-na's cuteness. She had that tough big-sis aura, overflowing presence. I had to applaud my past self for the short bob. That bright yellow cut down to her nape suited her perfectly—like it was made for her. With a face like that, hair was irrelevant; it ate everything else.
Ga-young spotted Ji-na's getup late and freaked. "You, you...!"
Probably What's with that outfit?! She glanced my way cautiously, clearly worried about me.
"What? It's home. Gotta be comfy sometimes."
Ji-na seemed as blunt as I'd set. She shrugged off Ga-young, chugged water from the dispenser. Spilled a bit, soaking the thin shirt front—now plastered to her body.
"Ugh..."
Too lazy to change, she patted it dry and plopped down across from me.
"Even so, that's no breakfast look..."
"What's wrong? Family only—comfy's fine. Right, Yu-han?"
"Y-Yeah, totally."
Be more comfy. I swallowed the near-slip, nodding awkwardly.
"See? Yu-han's cool with it. Let's eat."
Grinning, she grabbed chopsticks and shoveled in some pork stir-fry from the center dish.
That breakfast was pure torture for me. Not the food—Ga-young's cooking, true to her homemaker setting, was restaurant-level or better.
How do you make eggplant stir-fry this good? She'd piled some on my rice, insisting I try. I braced and ate—surprisingly delicious. Who knew squishy cold eggplant could taste like that?
But with top-tier food in front of me, I couldn't focus. Blame the three across the table. Ji-na's damp shirt clung, outlining her tits' shape and nipples. How could I think about food?
I knew Lee Yu-han shouldn't stare, but my eyes kept drifting.
"Hm? What?"
Busted.
What to say? Then a setting hit me: Famous fitness trainer.
"Uh... Sis, could you teach me some workouts?"
"Workouts? Outta nowhere why?"
"Dunno, my stamina's been tanking lately."
I bullshitted about morning grogginess and limpness. She hummed around her chopsticks. "Hmm... Fair. You and Se-na barely exercise."
"I do sometimes!"
"Finger workouts?"
"Hey, what about breathing exercises?"
"Quit yapping and turn on the TV."
"Yessum."
"Sassing again."
Eldest for a reason. Ji-na ranked higher in the family pecking order—Se-na turned obedient the second she raised a hand.
One gesture sent Se-na to the living room. Ji-na turned back to me. "If you're motivated, I'm all for it. You've been so frail, it's worried me..."
"Good call, Yu-han."
Ga-young chimed in, then ordered Se-na: Teach him properly while you're at it.
"No worries."
"You're always soft on Yu-han."
"...When was that?"
Ji-na grumbled, scooping rice. Se-na returned from the living room. The TV behind her played news—lazily switched on.
But ironically...
The news sounded ominous. It hit me fresh: This world, which I'd seen as a convenient pussy paradise, was actually pretty dangerous for men.
Tch... If I'd known, I wouldn't have added that bullshit setting where women are physically stronger. Now even a horny orc bitch charging might leave me unable to fight back properly.
My grim face? Ga-young and the others read it differently.
"Trash bitches like that are everywhere. So bored they gotta..." Ji-na tsked first, and everyone chimed in.
Se-na's was the best. "Hey, if that happens, don't resist stupidly—just wait for an opening and smash her tits hard."
She pointed to her own chest.
"Random much?"
"No, real pro tip. Those types only watch their crotch—tits are blind spots."
"...Yeah?"
"Hit right, and it hurts like hell."
Time to wrap the pussy-repellent talk. Ga-young—mom of two daughters—was flushed beet red, looking ready to burst.
"...I'll keep it in mind."
"Good good."
Se-na nodded, grabbing her empty bowl and dishes to stand.
Ji-na next. But unlike Se-na's escape, she stayed put.
"I'll do the dishes."
My words.
"Oh, no—Auntie'll handle it."
"Nah. You gotta head out soon, right?"
I didn't know her salon's hours, but it was prime opening time. She nodded gratefully, then grabbed sneaky Ji-na and stuck her by me.
"You too."
"Ugh, I did night shift yesterday—I'm beat..."
"Yu-han's under the weather—gonna make him do all this alone?"
"Urgh..."
Dishes weren't much—standard for a family of four. But Ji-na couldn't refuse, thanks to her setting: Sees me as a sibling she must care for.
"Scoot. I'll do it."
"No, I'll..."
"You're not well. Just rinse beside me then."
She snatched the rubber gloves from the sink and slid them on. Meanwhile, Ga-young emerged changed into work clothes—a black dress with sheer sleeves and cleavage.
"Yu-han, don't forget your meds later."
"Yes."
"Ji-na, clean your room. What a mess."
"Yeah yeah, go to work already."
"Oh, and tell Se-na to put laundry in before dinner. You too."
"Oh yeah, I got dry-cleaning."
"Where?"
"On the sofa, I think?"
Rustling from the living room.
"Yu-han, don't slack off just 'cause it's vacation."
"Yes."
"Alright, Mom's off to work?"
"Yes~ Take care~"
Ga-young left, leaving just me and Ji-na in the kitchen. Suddenly.