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Episode 2: Unfortunate Household, Han Sein.

“Finally, truly the end.”

Glancing at the clock, she realized it wasn’t morning.

It was 4 p.m., yet so cold.

An ambiguous time.

She needed to finish household chores before heading home from work.

She wanted to sort out her thoughts a bit.

[Yes.]

“The remaining time? How does that increase?”

A hologram appeared, and she nodded her head.

Though it was a long sentence, it wasn’t difficult to understand.

To put it simply,

Let’s say you gain 5 points.

Then, I get 5 points, and she gets 5 points.

From the start, the currency itself is different.

Anyway,

Upon acquiring WP, time supposedly increases proportionally to the score.

Like some kind of passive skill? That was the feeling.

In the end, they say there’s no need to spend my own money or lifespan on this.

If that’s fortunate, then it’s fortunate.

They also mention a store, but it was too much information all at once, so she decided to look at it later.

For now, she started by exploring the small house.

Taking a slow look around, she could only see a poor environment in the corners of the house.

A basement.

One space encompassing a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room.

There was no bedroom.

Is this really where people live?

It’s not messy.

Just plain poor and old.

Black mold creeping up the wallpaper.

The kitchen walls were tiled with bathroom tiles, with a few missing.

Han Sein.

It’s my name.

And it was also the name of a boy living in this world.

Whether it was a coincidence or not.

Their personalities were similar.

If I were to become more feminine, would it feel like this?

An introverted but caring personality.

Even in an environment that could make one timid.

It was a sigh-inducing corner of the house.

To put it positively, she was someone who didn’t harm others.

Negatively, she was more like a loner.

It wasn’t like that in her past life.

…At least not until she became an adult.

“Ah!”

She quickly headed to the bathroom.

There was something she needed to check.

After receiving knowledge of this world, the next thing that came to mind was her body.

No wonder the world felt tall.

Looking in the mirror, a man with a feminine vibe stood there.

Height… 154 cm?

Even for a student who hadn’t fully grown yet.

It was a very short height.

Even considering the average height in this reversed world, it was short.

“Ah, ah. Big. Hmm…”

The voice of adolescence echoed in the bathroom.

In terms of beauty standards, he was closer to a pretty boy than a rugged man.

No, you could even believe he was a girl.

The black hair was typical of a Korean.

However, there was one awkward color that stood out.

Should we say “stood out”?

A crystal embedded in the mirror reflecting my appearance.

The color of the iris was red.

Awkward, or rather, chilling.

Her already timid nature seemed to worsen because of this.

Is this possible in reality?

I don’t know. Given that it’s an unrealistic world to begin with, analyzing it was amusing.

The reason for this change was quite absurd.

You have to think back to a distant past.

Han Sein’s mother was a domestic violence offender.

Why, you ask?

A father who only beat his wife and children when he drank.

Becoming Han Sein’s mother.

Currently, she seems to have disappeared due to debts.

Anyway,

Why bring up this story?

Because Han Sein’s eyes weren’t always red from the beginning.

Was it during kindergarten?

Her mother drank and hit Han Sein.

She struck the face of a child who had just started learning Hangul.

This place is a reversed world.

The power of an adult woman was immense.

It flew into her face, causing issues with her eyes.

When I went to the hospital, it was already too late.

Perhaps it could be called a miracle.

There were no issues with my eyesight.

Just traces of crimson irises remained.

I exhaled slowly.

Was it because of the memories of a person in this world?

Or was it the uneasy feeling as a third party?

It wasn’t clear, but the bitter emotion was unmistakable.

Even here, Hwan Sein couldn’t find happiness.

Naturally, a woman came to mind.

With father gone and mother having fled,

She was the only remaining blood relative and guardian.

Hwan Yeon.

I am currently 20 years old.

It was a bit of an unusual world, but for now, I was an adult.

However, I was in the position of a student who needed to attend school.

There were some special circumstances though.

Anyway.

My older sister, Hwan Yeon, was 23 years old.

A 3-year age gap compared to me being 20 years old.

It had been a long time to establish a relationship between student and guardian.

In this new world, I must lead a selfish life.

I don’t consider it an unavoidable choice.

My actions objectively speaking,

Could be considered bad, that is, in the form of a villain,

And I will take responsibility for that.

However, I did not dwell on tiresome worries.

The reality of needing to survive was right in front of me.

“Before that.”

There’s something I need to check.

I took off my pants.

They were slacks I wore inside because the house was cold.

Lined with fleece.

Plain underwear was visible.

I slowly removed them and checked the contents inside.

Fortunately.

There’s a big difference between knowing something in your head and seeing it directly. Luckily, my junior was quite reliable.

Maybe it’s because the roles have reversed in this world.

Men in this world didn’t reveal their gender so openly.

Carefully taking off my pants, I headed to the living room.

I thought about searching for adult content on my smartphone.

But I didn’t want to.

Because there was a better sight to behold.

In a corner of the furniture.

I picked up a frame placed there carefully.

Small and cute enough to fit in one hand.

Hwan Yeon was there.

She was from five years ago, but she definitely didn’t look like a child.

Taller and more developed than the woman from my past life.

Her appearance could be mistaken for a model.

The photo showed her holding a trophy at a stadium.

She was a boxing champion.

Resembling me, but with a long ponytail and prominently full chest, she exuded a seductive aura.

Not small at all.

Although it was a photo, it was clear that it wouldn’t fit entirely in one hand.

The content of the photo itself was meaningful, but the attire could be considered very revealing.

Was she sweating?

Her body was moist, and the tight sports bra and pants looked like something you’d see in adult entertainment.

In this reversed world, there was no controversy over clothing.

However, to me, who retained memories from my past life, it was just a provocative image.

I wanted to sit or lie down, but instead, I entered the bathroom slowly.

There was a trash can, and I felt like hiding a little more.

Hwan Sein in this world didn’t masturbate.

He could only have wet dreams.

Like menstruation from his past life, a sensitive period would come.

While it’s said that masturbation would solve it, the men in this world seemed to find it quite unpleasant.

Anyway.

As I headed to the bathroom, I slowly pulled down my panties.

Everything down there was healthy.

It’s true that the body starts from the mind.

It was real.

It was already fully erect.

It wasn’t small, maybe even larger than expected based on my body size.

Probably around 15cm.

With my left hand holding the frame and my right hand slowly gripping myself.

Was it because I had never masturbated before?

Every movement there elicited a stimulating pleasure, almost causing a soft moan each time it moved.

Small in stature, as if her appearance had changed.

The degree of pleasure seemed different as well.

A pleasure that couldn’t even compare to self-gratification from a past life.

“Ugh, huff… Hm…”

She slowly lowered the frame.

The rush of excitement already building up was quite dangerous.

She needed to relax a bit more.

She tore off a roll of toilet paper.

Her gaze shifted to the frame.

Tightly fitting clothes.

Between her ample bosom, faintly protruding nipples above a sports bra.

Even without looking closely, it was evident.

Though there was no blood involved,

having the original memories, a strange sense of guilt arose.

Deep within her heart.

Harboring desire for the figure she called “nuna,” finding subtle pleasure in the act of self-gratification.

The climax quickly approached.

As someone who masturbated with a goal in mind.

She aimed well with the tissue, shaking faster towards that point.

“Huh…! Ha, haa. Haa…”

Her breath momentarily caught, turning into rough gasps.

When an object wriggles, it releases a thick white liquid.

A tremendous amount poured onto the tissue.

She thought she had taken out a lot, but it was enough to almost splash onto her palm.

The scent of night flowers wafted through her nose.

Although it was my doing, it was unreasonable to keep smelling it.

She disposed of it in the trash can.

One could say the timing was right.

After wiping the vinyl clean, the small trash can only contained tissues stained with semen.

She closed the bathroom door.

Slowly put on her panties.

She should also wear pants, but she decided to do so after urinating.

In the meantime, she planned to finish the household chores.

Wouldn’t it be nice to prepare dinner too?

Since she was used to household chores and cleaning was well maintained.

Just preparing dinner would suffice.

Opening the fridge, she was greeted by its chilly interior.

There weren’t many ingredients.

There was still rice left, so cooking rice wasn’t a big issue, but

Ingredients like meat seemed like luxuries; there were only vegetables.

“Ha…”

Her head throbbed.

This household.

Was extremely poor.

Wasn’t there a debt of 300 million left by her mother, who was addicted to gambling and alcohol?

“Let’s make soybean paste stew…”

Enoki mushrooms and green onions.

Seeing the remaining potatoes, soybean paste stew seemed perfect.

Han Seyeon usually came home at 6 o’clock.

It should roughly match the timing.

Recalling the skills learned from Baek Sunsaeng-nim.

She began to cook.