A Brand-New World
This young female doctor clearly had a peculiar fetish.
She had been captivated by my bare feet for several minutes now, and a reaction like this went far beyond mere scientific curiosity.
"Nnnh... haah."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes... Ah! I mean, no?"
"Should I stop, then?"
Leehyun couldn't bring herself to answer, looking on the verge of tears.
"If you lie from now on, we're done. Got it?"
"Y-yes... I understand. Would it be all right if I looked just a little closer?"
"Sure. Go ahead."
Leehyun rose from her chair and dropped to her knees on the floor. Carefully cupping my ankle, she brought her face flush against the sole of my foot.
Is she smelling it?
It was far too close for visual observation. It was more accurate to say she was practically burying her nose into my skin.
"Sniff, sniff. Wow..."
"What is it?"
"It smells wonderful, too... Ahhn."
She was a genuine pervert.
While she obsessed over my feet, I organized my thoughts, piecing together the information I had gathered online with what Leehyun had shared. The degradation of male sexual function had profoundly reshaped female biology and culture in this world. There was even a prevailing theory that men's facial features had grown progressively bland and indistinct over generations just to avoid drawing female attention.
In contrast, my features were sharp and distinctly defined. Even by my past-life standards—and judging by the reactions of every woman I had crossed paths with—my face was undeniable eye candy. Personal preferences aside, of course.
Furthermore, men's rapid ejaculation had altered the physiology of women. Women in this world had evolved to be hyper-sensitive to sexual stimuli, reaching orgasm with astonishing ease. Since intimacy was fleeting, their bodies adapted to extract maximum pleasure in minimal time. Yet this evolutionary shift had only fueled their obsession with men. Being so easily and intensely stimulated meant women were constantly at the mercy of their libidos. In a sense, it was a vicious cycle: women lost their minds at the sight of a man, prompting men to withdraw and fear women even more.
And women grew larger and stronger... to physically overpower men, they said.
Women naturally gravitated toward sturdy men, partly because no one wanted their partner suffering from post-coital collapse—or worse, dying under them. Yet scrutinizing a man's physique ultimately came down to personal taste. Right here before me, Leehyun was panting in sheer arousal, even though this body of mine was outwardly delicate and far from physically imposing.
"Leehyun, open your mouth."
"Mm... aah. Mmph."
I slipped my toe past her parted lips. Her mouth opened wider to accommodate it, without the slightest hint of aversion. In fact, her eyes shimmered with intoxicating bliss.
"Slurp... chomp... mmph..."
As a medical doctor, she ought to possess exceptional self-control, yet here she was, coming undone so easily. It wasn't as if every woman in this world drooled like an animal in heat the moment they saw a male. Rather, they were simply vulnerable to external stimulation—prone to losing restraint over minor triggers, which occasionally spiraled into crimes. Substituting the women here for the men of my past life made the dynamic completely understandable, though here, it felt somewhat more pronounced.
"Does it feel good?" I asked.
"Mmmgh... schluurp... Yes... mmph."
Leehyun suckled on my toes as if savoring a sweet candy. Perhaps her reaction was so extreme because she had never been intimate with a man. In this world, women with large breasts were considered immensely unattractive to men. A persistent myth dictated that busty women were simple-minded, hypersexual predators who would drain a man dry.
Her ambition to become a physician was tied directly to that prejudice. Because men feared busty women, Leehyun had thrown herself into her studies from an early age, determined to prove to society that breast size bore no correlation to intellect or sexual appetite. Of course, she had grown up to realize that scientific truth rarely dismantled public prejudice.
"So the smaller a woman's chest, the more popular she is?"
"Mmh... pant. Yes... exactly. Flat chests are the mark of an alpha female. Someone like me was just a bookish nerd who did nothing but study."
"Even among women?"
"Yes."
Was it comparable to penis size among men in my previous life? Not quite, but similar. While a man could conceal what was between his legs, a woman's bust was on display, establishing an overt social hierarchy. Young students and adults alike looked down on women with prominent breasts. That lingering stigma was what had driven Leehyun to study with relentless tenacity.
"That must have been tough. Did the other kids bully you?"
"No... not quite to that extent." Leehyun's thighs twitched as she opened up, her hands still diligently caressing my feet. "I was at the top of my class, so no one dared openly harass me."
"Mmh, I see."
"Still, no matter how hard I studied, it didn't change things. They didn't call me stupid, but I overheard them talking behind my back, calling me a clumsy, dense heifer."
The reasons women wore bras here went beyond utilitarian comfort. Many busty women wore binding compression bras just to appear flatter. In contrast, flat-chested women flaunted their contours proudly.
"What about men, then? What makes an alpha male?"
"Men? Well... a unique personality, maybe? But men rarely care about their appearance."
Ordinary men had little incentive to groom themselves. With naturally low libidos and a constant desire to avoid female scrutiny, they preferred blending into the background, barring exceptional professions like celebrities.
"How do I look to you, Leehyun?"
"You... you're unbelievably cute, Jeongseo. You're the handsomest boy I've ever seen in my life."
"Is that why your legs are crossing like that?"
"Huh?"
With all this gathered context, I decided to push a step further.
"Spread your legs, Leehyun."
"N-ngh..."
Leaning her upper body back against the floor, she slowly parted her thighs. Her skirt rode up, pulling her black pantyhose taut across her skin.
"Ah, I can't see properly through the stockings."
"Should I take them off?"
"Why? Do you want to show me?"
"Yes... I know I shouldn't, but... I'm sorry."
When I gave a slight nod, she reached down with frantic hands and tore right through the stockings. Between the ragged nylon at her crotch, white panties came into view—thoroughly darkened with a wet stain down the center.
"You're soaked."
"Yes... I'm really not usually like this."
"Since you were honest with me, I suppose I should reward you, right?"
Her reaction confirmed it beyond doubt: even when I acted brazenly demanding, women in this world had virtually no resistance. In fact, they loved it. I completely recalibrated the standards I had built over my past life.
"Keep your legs spread and stay still."
I extended my foot. Leehyun watched the tip of my toes with a burning red face.
Squish.
"Hngh!"
I pressed my big toe firmly against the fabric of her panties, slowly rubbing the sodden cloth up and down. Leehyun threw her head back, hot breaths snorting raggedly from her nostrils.
"Does it feel good? Even though it's just my toe?"
"Yes, it's so good... Haaah! This is my first time... having a boy touch me down here."
"Is that so?"
Applying a bit more pressure, the cloth sank inward between her folds. A damp, scorching heat radiated directly into my toe.
"Ahaaang! Hnngh... Jeongseo... hiieee!"
Leehyun writhed on the floor, her entire body squirming before she squeezed her eyes shut and let out a guttural, climactic moan.
Watching her lie there collapsed and panting for air, a spark ignited within me. Amusement. Pleasure. It was the same sensation I had felt watching Yeo-eun's expressions shift under my control. After irritation and anger, yet another color of emotion was deepening within my chest.
A little while later, Leehyun regained her senses and hurriedly adjusted her disheveled clothes.
"Jeongseo... c-could I perhaps watch while you collect the semen sample?"
"I'll handle that on my own."
"Ah, okay... Then let me know through the intercom when you're finished."
Looking dejected, Leehyun retreated from the room. To be completely honest, I had wanted to tease her a bit more, but that could wait for later. My conversation with her had made one thing unmistakably clear: this body of mine was an absolute anomaly.
Moving into the adjacent examination room, I lowered my trousers. A massive erection sprang forth. It was a pale, healthy flush of pinkish flesh, with the glans shaded a deeper, vivid rose. Completely hairless, it appeared strikingly obscene.
She was already mystified just seeing my feet without calluses. If she saw this...
Leehyun was a physician. Once her hormonal rush subsided, she was bound to harbor clinical suspicions. A cock of this scale was simply unheard of in this society. That was precisely why I had sent her out. Showing her my anatomy was still a gamble—unless we grew far closer, or until she stopped being Doctor Jo Ihyeon before me and became nothing more than a woman in heat.
Click. Clack.
I opened the medical apparatus provided for specimen collection. They called it medical equipment, but in reality, it was just an artificial masturbation sleeve.
Doesn't fit.
Not even the glans would fit inside the opening. Left with no other choice, I stroked myself by hand.
Slap, slap, slap, slap.
Squelch! Splat!
Moments later, an enormous volume of semen erupted into the plastic collection cup. Comparing it to my past life, the output had to be nearly ten times greater. Handing over such an absurd quantity of fluid would raise red flags, so I pulled a thick wad of tissues from the dispenser on the desk and scooped out the excess.
After ejaculating, I rested for about ten minutes before picking up the intercom.
"I'm finished."
Leehyun hurried in with an anxious expression. "Are you alright?"
"Yes. My stamina is pretty solid."
"Phew... what a relief. I was worried something had happened."
I handed the cup containing the semen to the relieved doctor. Blushing deeply, she brought the container close to her face.
"Hah... The scent is so potent... The test results should take about a week."
"Are we all done, then?"
"Uh... if you want to know the results sooner, I could contact you personally."
Her eyes were brimming with pure affection as she looked at me—almost inexplicably so.
"Give me your number, then. I'll get in touch with you later."
"Yes, please. You have to call."
A pattern was beginning to take shape. The words of the Goddess were starting to make sense. There seemed to be specific people who catalyzed shifts in my dormant emotions. Yeo-eun had done it, and now Leehyun seemed to be another. Even if my hypothesis was wrong, forging a close connection with a medical professional was hardly a loss.
"Jeongseo, I really hope you'll reach out. Even if it isn't about the research... whenever you need help, or..."
"I really will call, don't worry."
"Okay! Thank you. I'll be waiting."
After a brief farewell, I left the room. Her lingering, longing gaze followed me until the door clicked shut.
Then what about Yeo-eun...?
Changing in the locker room, my thoughts turned to Yeo-eun. Even at a glance, her bust was significantly larger than Leehyun's. If Leehyun carried such deep emotional scars from her chest, what must Yeo-eun have endured?
I should treat her better.
She often drove me up the wall, but I resolved to show a little more patience. For the first time, a faint glimmer of sympathy for another person stirred within my soul.