Chapter 3
I immediately opened an internet search window. I desperately needed information about all these bizarre things.
The words Chaerin had let slip at the hospital, the gazes of the women I'd felt throughout, and the streetscapes with no one but women.
All the pieces floated around in my head, but I couldn't fit them into a single picture.
I entered a few words into the search bar.
Man, woman, male-to-female ratio, South Korea. The instant I hit Enter, I sucked in a breath. Goosebumps rose all over my body.
“…Where am I?”
This wasn't the Earth I knew.
According to what I found, South Korea was an extremely female-dominated society, with a male-to-female ratio of 1:20.
Men were classified as nationally protected assets and placed under special management by the powerful Male Protection Act.
The reason I had seen almost no men on the streets wasn't a coincidence.
They were precious, so it was considered normal for them to spend most of their time at home or in secure facilities.
A quick search was enough to bring up news stories about women kidnapping and raping men.
Only now did Chaerin's warning at the hospital to be careful around women truly hit home.
Most shocking of all was the fact that men in this world were naturally low in libido.
Apparently, some even experienced pain when they got erections. They also tended to instinctively dislike seeing naked women.
Women, on the other hand, had libidos similar to—or even greater than—those of the men on the Earth I knew.
Only then did everything begin to make sense. The nurses' heated gazes as they treated me at the hospital. The reason the women I passed on the street had stared at me as if I were some kind of treasure. Even the taxi driver's desperate expression as she tried somehow to strike up a conversation.
I had thought it was simply kindness toward a sick person, but I had been completely wrong.
This was how the yearning of women who had spent their whole lives craving men manifested itself.
The women were so horny they were going crazy, but there were few men, and even the men who did exist wouldn't have sex with them.
I searched for sexual release as well. Apparently, because semen accumulating in a man's body is harmful to his health, women periodically help expel it for him.
In the past, it was apparently often handled by family members or close acquaintances. The explanation added that these days, going through a professional institution was the norm.
Chaerin's claim that female family members provided sexual release wasn't entirely wrong. But I also learned that her proposal was far removed from modern practice.
“……Crazy.”
A laugh burst out of me before I knew it. My heart raced. I had thought being possessed into an unfamiliar Earth was a crisis, but it was an opportunity.
For a dateless virgin who hadn't even properly held a woman's hand in my previous life, this was a paradise granted by God.
Good looks, a huge cock, a muscular body, and incredible stamina. And a sex drive that couldn't even be compared to the men of this world.
With just this, I could have as much sex as I wanted in this world.
‘The owner of this body surely hadn't let all this go to waste.’
The countless contacts of women piled up in my phone were proof.
Judging by his contact history, the body's owner had treated women rather coldly, but even so, they kept clinging to him.
“I’m going to lose my virginity…!”
Even the happy fantasy of having sex made my lower body swell heavily. Just then, it happened.
Click.
Chaerin came out of the bathroom. She had dried her wet hands and face with a towel.
She looked so fresh and pure, utterly unlike the lewd fantasies that had filled my head moments ago.
I steeled myself to calm my arousal and decided to test this world's common sense.
“Thanks for giving me sexual release.”
Chaerin's shoulders twitched at my words. She looked at me with startled eyes, then spoke as if it were nothing.
“Well, it is a hassle, but I’m a woman, so I can’t help it.”
Soon, Chaerin's cheeks flushed. Her earlobes turned bright red too, and she fidgeted before speaking in a small voice.
“…Should I do it with my mouth next?”
Those words made the last thread of reason in my head tremble dangerously.
There was no reason to refuse my younger twin sister's offer to give me sexual release with her mouth.
I nodded, and Chaerin hurriedly left the room as if to find something to do, apparently trying to hide her embarrassment.
I wanted to grab Chaerin right then and there, but I decided to shower first.
There was too much precum smeared over my cock, and now that I'd been discharged, I wanted to wash up.
Since Chaerin had taken a long shower earlier, the bathroom was full of hot steam. In that cramped bathroom, I made plans for the future.
Should I contact the women whose numbers were in my phone and meet them? Or should I visit a club, assuming this world had them too? My head was completely filled with thoughts of women and sex.
Knock, knock.
Just then, Chaerin knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey, want me to attend to you while you shower?”
I stood motionless under the running water for a moment, doubting my ears.
Shower service? I'd only ever heard a term like that in historical dramas. Could something like that really come from a younger twin sister's mouth in modern society?
Just how broken was this world? No—just how perfect was it?
I barely suppressed my surging excitement and asked in as calm a voice as I could manage.
“Do family members normally attend to men in the shower too?”
Silence fell outside the door for a moment. One second, two. After a very slight pause, Chaerin spoke.
“…Yeah. Of course. Men are precious, so it’s common sense for women to take care of every little thing for them.”
Common sense. The word struck my mind like a hammer. What an ecstatic, perfect kind of common sense. The women of this world were practically born to exist for men.
An amusing speculation flashed through my mind. A gender-reversed world. Women with overwhelming sex drives and scarce men. And a twin older brother who had lost his memory.
Was Chaerin using this situation to satisfy her own desires?
But what did it matter? At that moment, I didn't care.
My surging desire was numbing my reason. With wet hands, I grasped the doorknob and flung the door open.
The moment I opened the door, I saw Chaerin. She stood there, barely covering her breasts and pussy with a single white towel.
The cramped bathroom, which didn't even have a bathtub, filled up the moment the two of us stepped inside.
A fogged-up mirror, the scents of shampoo and soap, and Chaerin's sweet feminine scent—which overpowered them all—filled the room with a heady atmosphere.
Chaerin's white shoulders, slender collarbones, and smooth legs, exposed beyond the towel, seared themselves into my sight.
The outline of her ample breasts, precariously caught beneath the towel's edge, and even the secret place I could only imagine below them—everything made me hard.
Chaerin blushed under my blatant gaze, but she didn't look away.
Instead, she met my gaze boldly and snatched the shower puff from my hand.
“Don’t just stand there staring. Turn around and let me wash you.”
I could easily tell that excitement was hidden in her prickly tone. I gave a quiet chuckle and obediently turned around.
Then, along with the soft lather, a small, warm hand began caressing my broad back.
Swish, swish.
The shower puff held in Chaerin's small hand rubbed my broad back. The body wash foamed richly, covering my back in a slick layer.
Neither of us said a word. We didn't know what to say.
The fact that my younger twin sister was standing behind me, naked except for a single towel, was incredibly arousing.
At a glance, her breasts looked like at least a D cup. Hmm, maybe an E cup? I had never really seen a woman's breasts before, so I wasn't sure. Maybe even an F cup.
“The front too.”
Once she decided my back was clean, Chaerin spoke briefly. I slowly turned around to face her.
“Uh, you…?”
Chaerin gasped at the unexpected sight. In this cramped space, my cock was fully erect right in front of her, pointing straight up as if it might burst.
Tap.
My cock, wet with water and radiating a menacing force, jabbed straight into the towel covering Chaerin's belly. I could almost feel the skin hidden behind it.
"A-again, you're hard…?"
Chaerin fidgeted with her fingers, her face alight with excitement. She alternated her gaze between the cock poking her belly and my face, rubbing her thighs together slightly.
I looked down at Chaerin and spoke in a low voice.
“Don’t use the shower puff on my cock. Use your hand.”
This was partly for my sake, but also for Chaerin's, since she clearly wanted to touch my cock.
“Wash it carefully.”
Chaerin bit her lip as if hesitating for a moment, then dropped the shower puff as though she had made up her mind.
With one hand precariously clutching the slipping towel in place, she extended the other toward my cock.
Chaerin's small, soft hand closed around my cock.
She worked soap over my cock and began gently kneading it clean. Her posture was awkward because she had to hold the towel with one hand, but that only made the sight even more arousing.
Knead, knead. Slick, slick.
Her small hand moved up and down my shaft, carefully caressing the glans. She'd gained some experience from the handjob earlier, and her technique gradually grew more practiced.
The short handjob ended. Chaerin lowered her hand to gently wash my two heavy balls as well.
After kneading my cock for a long while, she rinsed away all the suds but couldn't hide her disappointed expression.
“I’ll wash your feet too.”
Apparently reluctant to let go of my cock, Chaerin slowly lowered herself to her knees at my feet.
Then she began meticulously washing between each of my toes. Her meek, obedient manner was quite satisfying.
After washing my feet for quite a while, Chaerin absentmindedly looked up.
“Ah…!”
Chaerin's gaze locked squarely onto my cock. She stared at it with eyes that held almost a sense of awe.
I looked down at Chaerin and reminded her of what she'd said earlier.
“You said you’d do it with your mouth earlier. Can you do it now?”
Chaerin didn't answer me. Instead, she nodded happily.
Then she slowly opened her mouth.
Her neat white teeth and red tongue appeared between her moist lips.