Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: My Name is Han Jeong-ho. 24 Years Old
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My name is Han Jeong-ho. 24 years old.
I am currently facing the greatest crisis of my life.
"That guy's my brother...?"
Damn, my little sister has discovered my cross-dressing.
"No, it's not."
More precisely...
She's seen me after I've turned into a woman.
There are moments in life like that.
Ah, this is totally fucked moments.
In that sense, I'm totally fucked right now.
Quite severely.
Overnight, I became a woman.
Reason? I don't know.
Cause? No clue.
I just spent the day as usual and got some good sleep, and when I woke up, this is what I looked like.
This wasn't just a case of turning ugly.
It was more accurate to say I'd transformed to the point where even my little sister, who'd spent her whole life with me, couldn't recognize me.
"This is my brother's house. If you don't answer properly, I'll call the cops."
They say people become speechless when they're too flustered.
That's exactly me right now.
"You know this is trespassing, right?"
Who does she take after with responses that sharp?
Before I knew it, beads of sweat were oozing across my forehead.
"Ye-eun. Actually, I'm your half-sister."
"If you're going to talk nonsense, please leave."
Her sharp glare is fierce.
Her eyes, looking at me like an intruder, even show an unspoken stubbornness that won't yield an inch.
"......"
How did things end up like this?
A trial far too overwhelming had come to me, who prided myself on being a manly man.
Not only had I become a woman, which was confusing enough, but I'd gotten caught in this state first by the one person I least wanted to see me like this.
It was like the manga protagonist encountering the final boss in episode 1.
A bad ending was right in front of my nose.
Han Jeong-ho's life: maximum crisis situation.
What to do? Should I reveal the truth?
Or put on a thick face and play dumb?
A brother is a creature that grows by feeding on his little sister's admiration.
Criticism onions grow by eating criticism, but brother onions grow by eating their little sister's respectful gaze.
That is the very raison d'être of a brother.
I absolutely did not want to remain in her memory as a brother with a vulgar hobby like cross-dressing.
Of course, it wasn't cross-dressing, and it sure as hell wasn't by choice.
But the problem was that it looked that way to everyone else.
Humans are creatures who live under the gaze of others, after all.
I calculate coldly.
Head hot. Heart cold.
Or was it the opposite?
Anyway, I rack my brain desperately to find a way out of this astral situation, but I can't see any escape.
To make matters worse, she pulls out her smartphone from her pocket.
She looks like she's about to call the police.
If the police show up, it's a straight shot to bad ending.
A ridiculous tragedy would unfold where I'm arrested for trespassing in my own house.
My lips tremble as I chew on them, wrestling with the dilemma for a moment, until I finally squeeze my eyes shut.
"Yeah. Actually, I'm Han Jeong-ho."
Han Jeong-ho executes a full confession!
"Ah, I see."
But the effect is minimal...
Naturally, my sister shows no sign of believing me at all.
Instead, she looks at me with a bored expression, her gaze lingering especially long on my chest.
"Um, Ye-eun? I told you, I'm Han Jeong-ho?"
"How do you know my name? Ah, did my brother tell you?"
"No, I am your handsome, super luxurious brother..."
"Then why isn't brother here, and you're alone... Ah! You're brother's girlfriend!"
"No, I'm your one and only real flesh and blood..."
"Wow, crazy! Han Jeong-ho! When did you start dating such a hot sister?!"
I'm going insane.
This precious little gold digger ignores every word I say and finally commits the ultimate act of turning her one and only brother into an extreme narcissist who's reached the realm of hermaphroditism.
If this isn't some advanced goroshi twisting the fact that I'm a total solo who's never had a girlfriend in his life, then I'd be the first person ever to pioneer self-dating—something not even found in Greek mythology.
"But what's so good about my brother that you're dating him? Um, are you stupid or something?"
"Ye-eun."
"Yes, sister."
"Shut up."
It looks like I'll need a little time for persuasion.
I kneel and clasp my hands neatly together.
Like a subordinate before the boss, I bow my head humbly, and after a while...
Finally, the boss crosses her legs and asks back.
"Sister is actually our brother, and you woke up to suddenly become like this?"
Nod nod.
"You don't know why your body became like this?"
Nod nod nod.
Like a car's bobblehead doll, I keep nodding nonstop, while my sister still hasn't let go of her suspicions.
Our standoff, which seemed like it would never end, finally comes to a close with my sister's question.
"My birthday?"
"July 29th."
"The name of the elementary school I went to?"
"Seong-a Elementary School."
"My favorite food?"
"Cheesecake."
"My bust size?"
"70A."
"B, you fucker!"
My sister asks the questions, and I answer them.
"Hmm... okay, one more..."
Endless grilling.
How long do I have to keep answering these stupid questions?
Even the Sphinx only gave three riddles.
I sneak peeks at my little sister's eyes, scarier than the Egyptian monster.
My toes are starting to go numb.
"Ye-eun. Bro's feet are getting numb."
"Tsk!"
And so, another 30 minutes pass.
Before long, the questions are nearing their end.
"Brother's ex-girlfriend's name?"
"Ex-girlfriend? What's that?"
"Okay, you pass."
Now I finally get why everyone cheers so wildly when they get that pass necklace on those audition shows.
It was just pure fucking joy.
Even the first taste of the worldly after a week-long temple stay didn't explode my dopamine like this.
"See, Ye-eun! I told you I'm your brother, haha!"
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
There is no longer a Han Jeong-ho in this world.
Only something that used to be Han Jeong-ho remains.
Overnight, everything changed.
My appearance, my voice. Even my gender.
In a state where nothing that defined 'me' is left.
This situation where a person's very existence has been flipped should definitely make me sad.
But strangely, I feel nothing.
"Just in case, you didn't go to Thailand or anything, right?"
"You think?"
No matter how advanced medicine gets, it can't turn a person into this overnight.
Even in world lines with titanium suits that let you fly or laser swords spewing intense heat, there are still impossible things.
Even history's greatest scientists couldn't escape baldness.
Obviously, there was no way to make lush hair even lusher either.
I click my tongue and enlighten this ignorant child with the cold reality.
"Little sis. Men don't suddenly grow breasts that weren't there or turn ugly just by detaching their junk."
"No way. Look closely; I can kinda see bro's face."
Han Ye-eun, the physiognomist, grabs my face and examines it every which way.
I was shocked by my changed appearance at first too and stared at it for a good while.
Of course, there wasn't the slightest resemblance to my old self.
But it might look different to others' eyes, so I decide to just let it be.
It's a world where gender can change overnight, after all.
The fact that my looks were dominant genes unyielding even to God's prank was just a minor detail.
Han Jeong-ho, the face genius who mocks even the gods themselves. That was me.
"Wow, but bro's really pretty."
"Crazy, what the hell are you saying."
I recoil reflexively at my sister's bullshit.
The words 'brother' and 'pretty' can never coexist.
It's like Lu Bu being filial to Dong Zhuo. Hitler being generous to Jews. Napoleon succeeding in the Russian campaign... Urk.
Thinking about it any more feels like it'll cause gestalt collapse, so I stop.
Whether her brother is suffering or not.
She keeps marveling in awe and messing with my hair every which way.
She pokes my cheeks, tickles my lips.
Then, as her hand travels down my neck and shoulders toward my chest...!
"Stop! Bad hand!"
I parry my sister's attack with superhuman reflexes.
"No, I was just checking if it's real."
"This is sexual harassment."
If my reaction time had been even a little slower, she would've ended up behind bars.
A red mark on a promising college girl's resume? In this job market, that's a death sentence.
I was the benefactor who'd saved my sister's future.
"Hmm... No matter how I look, you're totally like a woman? Your skin, your voice. And..."
"Ah, right now, my combat power is higher than yours."
"Why are you bragging about that?"
I puff out my chest to emphasize it, and Ye-eun glares back and forth between hers and mine with a frustrated look.
Can you see it? The difference in power.
"Mine looks bigger?"
"Shut up."
Poor thing.
She should've done chest exercises like I did.
A little sister smaller than her bro. The ultimate family disgrace.
The Han family had only two males, after all.
My little sister, turned crybaby after eating my right hook, trembles in rage.
Then her gaze drifts downward, and she points between my legs.
"But if you became a woman, that thing's gone too, right?"
"Shut up."
Now we've traded one blow each.
It was my turn to attack, but she cowardly follows up with a combo.
"Biologically a woman now, right? Then you'll have to deal with that day too?"
"What day?"
"The magic."
Woman.
That day.
Magic.
Three words with absolutely no common ground, but understanding the meaning was easy.
"...Huh?"
I reply dumbly.
As my face goes pale white, she bursts out laughing.
"Puhaha! Hilarious. Bro—no, should I call you sis now? Do you know how to put on a bra? If you skip it because it's uncomfortable, your chest will sag."
"Stop...! I surrender, Han Ye-eun! I admit defeat. You win!"
"Oh, I should teach you how to use pads too. If you forget even once, your pants will be a bloodbath."
"Kiyaaaa!!!"
Trading insults was a total fucking loss.