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#001. Strange Ceiling, and a Strange World?

“What happened?”

With bandages wrapped around my head, I blankly stared at the nurse in front of me and the attractive busty OL, lost in thought.

“I’m sure I died.”

I was unjustly sacrificed to the male extinction virus spread by the insane feminist government, so how did I wake up?

“Um… what happened?”

“Seunghwan, Seunghwan just woke up after 3 days.”

The beautiful nurse said that.

“3 days?”

“Yes. You were brought in after being hit by a truck. Do you remember?”

“Um….”

I don’t remember.

A truck?

I distinctly remember dying from the lunatic feminist virus.

“I don’t remember well…”

“Seunghwan! Do you know who I am?”

At that moment, the busty OL grabbed my shoulder and cried.

“Um… who are you?”

“Mom! Mom!”

“Mom?”

She’s our mother?

A woman who clearly looks like she’s in her early thirties is our mother?

“Mom?”

“Yes! Mom… you don’t remember?”

“….”

I couldn’t bring myself to answer.

In reality, our mother ran away, and our father ran off with another woman.

A life spent in an orphanage for 20 years.

The existence of a mother was simply nonexistent to me.

“I can’t remember…”

Wah-lak!

The busty OL, no, my mother, hugged my head to her ample chest and sobbed.

“Oh, how could this happen to our Seunghwan!”

Honestly, I shouldn’t have such thoughts about my mother, but I felt a little repulsed.

“Nurse, if there’s something wrong with Seunghwan’s head, what should we do?”

“There’s no problem on the CT scan, and there’s no evidence of brain hemorrhage or fracture on the MRI, so don’t worry.”

“But our child can’t even remember his mother…”

“It could be a temporary shock causing memory loss, so I’ll talk to a neurologist about it.”

“Please take care of our Seunghwan. Doctor.”

“Yes, I will.”

I don’t understand their conversation, but for now, I only understand that I’m okay.

“Seunghwan, is there anything you want to eat?”

“Something I want to eat?”

“Yeah. You’ve only had IV fluids for three days. Aren’t you hungry?”

“I am, but…”

“Should I buy pizza? Or chicken?”

When my mother said that, the beautiful nurse sister said this.

“For now, you should have porridge.”

“Then should I buy porridge?”

“Um… yes.”

“Got it! Just wait a bit! I’ll quickly go and buy porridge!”

“T-Thank you.”

***

After my mother left,

I checked the date on my smartphone.

“It’s 2060?”

30 years have passed since the world I used to live in.

Did I time travel?

I checked my face with the phone’s camera.

“…This isn’t my face?”

The me from the past was somewhat unattractive. Short and chubby.

“Better looking than I thought.”

By my standards, this level of face could be considered average.

“Taller than I thought too.”

Compared to the old 160cm height, 175cm was truly giant.

“My body feels completely different.”

My first encounter with an average BMI. Not muscular, but being belly fat-free was satisfying.

Ding dong.

At that moment, someone knocked on the hospital room door.

“Patient. I’ve brought your meal.”

This time, another beautiful nurse sister. Her ample chest made it hard to know where to look.

“Um… thank you. But my mom went to buy porridge…”

“Oh. Is that so? Should I, should I clear it away?”

But this sister.

Why is she stuttering like this?

“Oh. Yes. Please clear it away.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll, I’ll clear it away. I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m the one who should apologize for bothering you.”

“I-I’m sorry! I’m even more sorry!”

As I apologized, she seemed to shine even more and kept bowing her head.

Does she dislike me that much?

“Um… yes….”

I felt a little down.

“Um. But where is the bathroom here?”

“B-Bathroom? Why do you need the bathroom?”

Well.

Because I need to pee.

“Oh, you need the bathroom! I’ll guide you!”

She said that and opened the bathroom door prepared separately in the hospital room.

“Here it is! In the VIP room, the bathroom is inside, so you can use this one!”

“Oh.”

There was a bathroom inside the hospital room.

But a VIP room?

Why a VIP room?

“Um. But, sister.”

“Eek!”

The nurse sister was startled as if she had heard a lady’s voice from a feminist at the word “sister”.

Calling me “sister” now is considered sexism?

“…Ah, I’m sorry. It’s the first time I’ve been called ‘sister’ by a man…”

“…Really?”

“Well… Men usually call me ‘ma’am’ or ‘hey you’…”

“Ma’am?”

“Yes…”

I look about the same age as her, or maybe a little older, but she calls me ‘ma’am’?

Even I find this a bit extreme.

“How old are you, sister?”

“I-I’m 24…”

“Then you’re not my sister.”

I’m 20 years old.

“Eek! Please don’t call me ‘sister’!”

The nurse sister blushed and avoided my gaze.

“I-I have one piece of advice. Don’t call anyone else ‘sister’.”

“Why?”

“They might get hurt…”

“Oh…”

This sister. She seems like a kind person.

She’s worried about me getting attacked by feminists.

“Okay. But can I call you ‘sister’?”

“To me?”

“Yes.”

“…Do as you please!”

Bang!

Saying that, the sister closed the door to the room with a red face and left.

“…She’s cuter than I thought.”

Unintentionally, I found myself slightly aroused by her actions.

***

As time passed, my mom brought some expensive lotus leaf porridge.

“Eat a lot, Seunghwan. Come on, open up.”

“…Mom, I can eat by myself.”

I had never really received such kindness from my mother, so I felt a little embarrassed by this consideration.

“No, Seunghwan. You’re still recovering, so let Mom help you.”

“My hands are fine, Mom. I can move.”

“Tsk! No. Seunghwan, you still can’t move. Let Mom feed you.”

“…Okay.”

With my mother’s firm attitude, I reluctantly opened my mouth like a baby bird.

“Nom.”

“Right. You’re eating well, our baby.”

It’s embarrassing to hear baby talk at this age.

“You need to eat a lot and get discharged. Your family is waiting for you.”

“Family?”

“…Don’t tell me you don’t remember your family either?”

“…Yes.”

The word “family” was unfamiliar to me from the start, as I was an orphan.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I can’t remember.”

“No, it’s okay. Just remember from now on! When we get home, I’ll introduce you to the family.”

“Can’t you introduce them now?”

“Well… if I were to briefly introduce them, there’s me, Seungha, and then my older sister and younger sister. That’s the four of us.”

“…Is there no dad?”

“Dad? No, there isn’t.”

As she spoke calmly, I felt a strange sense of bitterness.

“He… ran away?”

“Ran away? Hmm… Seungha had a serious head injury…”

“…Yes?”

“In today’s world, families with fathers are rare. All mothers have children through artificial insemination.”

“Artificial insemination?”

What does that mean?

“If I explain in too much detail, it might hurt your head more, so I’ll explain briefly. The reason is that there are far more girls than boys.”

“…There are more girls?”

I was a little disappointed by that statement.

So, it was indeed a feminist world.

I don’t know how I was reborn, but this world is also a feminist-dominated world.

“Yes. If there’s one boy, there are about 50 girls.”

“… ”

A very serious feminist society, I thought…

“It’s a world where boys have become rare. That’s why our Seungha gets to use a VIP room like this, you see?”

“…Yes?”

Wasn’t this a world dominated by women?

No, just looking at the gender ratio, it’s a world where women are clearly dominant, right?

I don’t understand.

How did this happen?

“Ugh.”

My head hurts, so the signal goes to my bladder.

“Um, can I go to the bathroom for a moment?”

“Do you need to pee?”

At that moment, I felt something eerie.

“…Yes.”

“Really? Then let’s go quickly.”

“Yes?”

Go where quickly?

What does that mean?

“Mom will help you.”

“…Yes?!”

She’ll help me?

I’m not a five-year-old kid. Who needs help with peeing?

“It’s okay! I can do it by myself!”

“Alone, you’re going to fight! If you get hurt, what are you going to do if you fall because of your own fault!”

“You won’t fall while peeing.”

“No! I’ll support you from behind, so pee with my help!”

“No… still…”

“Hush! Lee Seung-hwan!”

Ah…

This is a big problem…

“You won’t listen to me, Mom?”

With both hands on her hips, pushing out her large chest and making a cute expression, how can I refuse that…?

“But still…”

I have to refuse.

But still, she’s our mom.

To stay in line with propriety, I have to refuse!

Otherwise, I’ll become trash!

“Lee Seung-hwan!”

“…Yes.”

I’m trash.