I opened a search window at once.
I needed information on all of this strangeness desperately.
The words Chaerin had let slip at the hospital, the women’s stares I kept feeling, the streets filled with nothing but women — every fragment drifted through my mind without locking into a single picture.
I typed a few words into the search bar.
Men.
Women.
Sex ratio.
South Korea.
The moment I hit enter, I sucked in a breath.
Goosebumps rose over my entire body.
“…Where the hell am I?”
This was not the Earth I knew.
According to what I found, South Korea was an extreme female-majority society with a male-to-female ratio of 1:20 .
Men were classified as national protected assets and placed under special management beneath a powerful law called the Male Protection Act .
The near-total absence of men on the streets had not been chance.
They were precious bodies, and common sense dictated that they spend most of their time at home or in secure facilities.
Even a brief search turned up news of women kidnapping and raping men.
Only now did Chaerin’s warning at the hospital — to be careful of women — land with full force against my skin.
Most shocking of all was this: the men of this world were born with low sexual desire.
Some even felt pain upon erection.
They tended, by instinct, to recoil from a woman’s naked body.
The women, by contrast, carried a libido equal to — or greater than — the men of the Earth I knew.
Everything began to make sense.
The burning looks the nurses had given me at the hospital.
The way women on the street had stared at me like treasure.
Even the taxi auntie’s pitiful eagerness to strike up a conversation.
I had thought it was simple kindness toward someone who was sick.
I had been completely wrong.
It was the hunger of women who had spent their whole lives craving men, spilling out in every glance and gesture.
The women were so aroused they could barely stand it — and yet men were scarce, and the few who existed would not give them sex.
I searched for sexual processing as well.
For men, it said, semen building up in the body was harmful to health, so women periodically discharged it for them.
In the past, family members or close acquaintances had often handled it.
These days, however, going through professional institutions was the norm.
Chaerin’s claim that a female family member would provide sexual processing was not entirely wrong.
But I could also see that her offer was out of step with the present.
“…This is insane.”
A laugh burst out of me before I could stop it.
My heart was racing.
I had thought being dropped into a strange Earth was a crisis.
It was an opportunity.
For a lifelong virgin who, in his previous life, had never properly held a woman’s hand, this was a paradise handed down by God.
Decent looks.
A massive cock.
A muscular body and staggering stamina.
And a libido that put the men of this world to shame.
With that alone, I would be free to fuck as much as I wanted in this world.
The original owner of this body definitely didn’t just leave all that sitting idle.
The mountain of women’s contacts stacked on the phone was proof.
From the message history, the body’s previous owner had treated the women rather coldly — and still they clung to him without end.
“I’m finally getting laid…!”
Just the happy fantasy of sex was enough to make my lower body swell heavy and thick.
That was when it happened.
Click.
Chaerin came out of the bathroom.
She had already wiped the water from her hands and face with a towel — a pure, clean image utterly at odds with the filthy fantasies that had just filled my head.
I forced my excitement down and decided to test this world’s common sense.
“Thanks for the sexual processing.”
At my words, Chaerin’s shoulders gave a little twitch.
She looked at me with startled eyes, then answered as if it were nothing.
“Well, it’s a hassle, but I’m a girl, so what can you do.”
Then her cheeks flushed.
The color climbed all the way to her earlobes, and she fidgeted, speaking in a small voice.
“…Want me to do it with my mouth next?”
That single line set the thread of my reason swaying dangerously.
There was no reason to refuse my twin little sister offering oral sexual processing.
I nodded, and Chaerin hurried out of the room as if to hide her embarrassment, looking for something to do.
I wanted to grab her right then and there, but I decided to shower first.
Too much precum was smeared on my cock, and after being discharged from the hospital, I wanted to wash.
Chaerin must have showered for a long time earlier — the bathroom was still thick with hot steam.
Inside that cramped space, I laid out plans for what came next.
Should I contact the women in my phone and meet them?
Or find a club — this world had to have those too — and go?
My head was full of nothing but women and sex.
Knock knock.
Then Chaerin rapped on the bathroom door.
“Hey.
Want me to attend you in the shower?”
Standing under the running water, I froze for a moment.
I doubted my own ears.
Shower attendance?
I had only ever heard that phrase in historical dramas.
In modern society — and from the mouth of my twin little sister?