Gender Reversed Geum Taeyang - Chapter 36

Chapter 36 – Virgin Bitch (2)

I did sniffle, but I wasn’t actually crying.

Though no viewer would probably believe that, it’s true.

Tears did well up, but they weren’t quite enough to fall from the manly eyes of Seong Yuhan.

Besides, if real tears were about to come out, Geum Taeyang’s instinct would kick in. Since I make my living off my image after all.

Anyway, nothing’s going right.

My injured back is annoying, not having money to buy a Switch is annoying, and almost ruining the broadcast just now is annoying too.

Wait, why did she throw off her clothes? Didn’t she get suspended?

Well, whether that person got suspended or not, what matters is me.

Lying on the floor is making my back pain worse.

Getting back to bed is the urgent priority. It has to be better than being sprawled on the floor.

“Urghhhh… Nnnghhh…”

Pain I can’t suppress rises up through my throat.

A grotesque groan.

With the microphone that fell with me, I crawl slowly across the floor toward the bed like a zombie.

“Hnnnggg…”

Enduring the pain, I barely manage to climb onto the bed and collapse face-down.

After staying like that for a moment, I wave my arms around searching for my phone.

Ah. I’ll need to go to the desk again to end the stream… I’ll figure something out. Let’s think about it later.

As they say misfortune comes in waves – I wonder if the stream atmosphere has completely crashed too.

The mood couldn’t get any more awkward. The weird donation video sent to try to get me suspended, me genuinely getting angry and yelling, and my condition completely deteriorating.

I collect myself and look at my phone.

More specifically, at the chat window visible on the phone screen.

-I don’t understand what’s happening
-What’s going on
-??????
-Is this for real????

“Huh?”

Why is the mood good?

This just makes me more nervous.

“What’s going on…? Is the chat broken?”

-???
-???
-???

Only question marks keep appearing in the chat. Same in my head too.

Given how fast they’re scrolling, it doesn’t seem broken. Besides, chat isn’t really something that can break in the first place.

It’s hard for me to think clearly enough to calmly assess the situation right now.

[Gatsby donated 1,000 won!]
(What was that just now?)

“What’s what… What are you talking about? Sh-it, I won’t get suspended right? Since I turned it off right away?”

-Why would you get suspended
-Why did you turn it off immediately in the first place
-What’s there to get suspended for

“Shit. A breast just popped out, of course you’d get suspended if you leave that… Ow it really fucking hurts…”

-??? lololol
-Is this for real????
-Never expected this lololol
-What suspension lololol
-lololololol
-??? Legendary crazy lolol

…?

Something’s not adding up here?

As I start adjusting to the pain, I can tell the situation is going in a weird direction.

From what I’m reading, I guess I won’t get suspended?

“What is it? Am I… not suspended? Really? Please tell me I’m not.”

-The video was nasty but
-Why would you get suspended for one female breast
-Are you serious???
-Seems genuine given how much pain he’s in

My body goes completely limp.

I bury my face in the pillow and let out a sigh of relief.

While suspension decisions aren’t really up to the viewers, if they’re all saying this then I probably don’t need to worry too much.

Also fortunately the viewers’ mood isn’t particularly hostile.

“Heheh… My quick reflexes saved me.”

-lololololol
-Acting like it was quick reflexes lololol

[qwe123 donated 1,000 won!]
(Why would you get suspended for a woman showing some skin? I’m asking seriously?)

“For that level of exposure… Oh.”

Oh.

The disconnect we’ve had from earlier.

The reason our conversations were subtly mismatched.

As social creatures, humans can’t easily escape the influence of socialization they’ve received since childhood.

For me who’s only been here for about three weeks, it’s overwhelming to immediately adapt to this world’s way of thinking.

Men wear at least a t-shirt even at swimming pools, while women showing their breasts completely isn’t particularly problematic. Though they might get called indecent for it.

This was from the cultural study I did when I first landed in this reversed world.

I’d completely forgotten about it all this time. Since I never had occasion to see anyone showing their breasts.

So… that video from earlier wasn’t problematic at all.

Thinking about it slowly, I understand what situation just unfolded.

… I made a big fuss over nothing by myself?

I basically threw a fit calling a normal funny video obscene.

Good lord.

My face burns with embarrassment in this extremely mortifying situation. I’m not usually one to get embarrassed easily but this is too shameful.

The downfall of the man Seong Yuhan.

I buried my head back in the pillow and covered my face with it.

-lololololol
-Is this for real lololol
-Crazy lololol
-Legendary face turning red
-Done with the act? All exposed now?
-Taeyang… what kind of act is this even…
-????? Outdated male Geum Taeyang????
-Why aren’t you a slut??

Damn bastards. No, wenches. Making fun of someone who lacks understanding of their culture like this.

They’re all cursed ethnocentrists.

[Explanation needed donated 10,000 won!]
(Why are you embarrassed? Why aren’t you Geum Taeyang? Was it all an act?)

“Shut up…”

[Outdated male donated 10,000 won!]
(Apologize for calling us outdated females all this time)

“…”

[qwe123 donated 10,000 won!]
(Legendary Virgin Bitch)

“No…”

This can’t be happening.

Born as a proud son of Korea and having lived a rough life, I can’t accept being called a virgin in front of hundreds of people. Even if it’s true.

I don’t like these 10,000 won donations starting to come in.

No, I do like them but… this is a matter of pride.

“Stop this bullshit! Do you know how many women I’ve fucked! Who are you calling a virgin, you outdated females! Anyone could make this mistake!!”

While I usually don’t curse much during streams even when speaking harshly, the swears come out automatically.

-hehe okay hehe
-Fucked he says lololololol
-Oh really?
-Really?
-Wow really?
-hehehehe…..

“…Hey. Stop it now. This sucks.”

Viewers who used to tremble at even a slight stern look.

-Hyeji myeolye~~*¹
-Ah he said stop guys lololol
-lololololol oh no this is bad lololol

Now no one takes me seriously anymore.

The mockery of 400 people begins.

The most common phrase is “virgin bitch.” It’s a shocking event that I, who really hated being called a virgin bitch, have become the subject of it.

I’m not even a bitch in the first place but a thug.

What’s the difference… Well, there’s some difference.

I want to enable chat restrictions to calm down the overheated atmosphere but it’s another ordeal to get to the desk.

Who knew this tiny one-room could look so big.

[Got a reaction donated 10,000 won!]
[“Why would you send that clip to someone I don’t know!! This is so embarrassing!!”]

-lololololol
-Showing breasts to a strange man? I’d just jump off a building
-That’s why you shouldn’t have taken off clothes then

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[“Huh?”]

-???
-?????

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[“…This is me guys.”]

-Lewd woman crazy
-??????
-No way lololololol
-‘Lewd body’ legendary

Now they’re even getting reactions from the person in the video to make fun of me.

I thought the viewer count was increasing – seems like there’s influx from that channel.

Hmm. Actually being perceived as more than just an act but a real thug could make the broadcast weird.

I wouldn’t want to watch if someone was just streaming as a thug either.

That’s partly why I tried not to let the cooking broadcast concept get too extreme.

Those concerns disappeared in an instant.

It doesn’t seem particularly bad and might even work out positively, but I’m not exactly happy about it.

Feels like I sold my pride.

While the atmosphere kept heating up, I ended the stream earlier than usual at 12 due to worsening back pain.

The money I earned in these few hours is several times what I’ve earned from streaming so far.

This is just… how should I put it.

I fell asleep with mixed feelings.

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Lunch time has already passed.

Though I’m forcing myself to study without getting anywhere, my concentration hit rock bottom long ago.

Looking at the clock, the short hand points to 1.

Sunday afternoon, 1 PM.

Yuhan oppa still hasn’t come to the orphanage.

I went to the director’s office, which I usually avoid visiting to not interfere with work for trivial reasons.

The director says she hasn’t received any contact from oppa either.

Didn’t he always send at least a courtesy text to the director when he couldn’t come to the orphanage? This is strange.

Until a few weeks ago, I rarely saw his face since I was avoiding him.

I regret it a lot now. It’s not like I get many chances to see oppa regularly, yet I avoided even those opportunities.

So I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him when he comes to the orphanage now.

The clock shows another 30 minutes have passed.

1:30 PM.

He’s still not answering my calls.

I change into outdoor clothes and leave the orphanage.

Yuhan oppa has only acted like this once before.

When he hurt his back doing construction work.

Not wanting to worry anyone, he cut off all contact until I caught him.

I remember nagging him a lot then.

Call me at least if you’re hurt, take better care of your body if you’re a man, and so on.

How could I not get angry when the person I’ve loved all my life gets hurt like that and suffers alone?

Coming back to now. Honestly, I hope it’s just my imagination.

My heart still aches thinking about those square patches awkwardly stuck on oppa’s back then.

It would have been better if I, a woman, had suffered instead. My young age uselessly held me back.

I hate my unknown parents again. If they were going to abandon me anyway, they should have given birth earlier. Unhelpful people till the end.

Lost in memories as I moved, I’ve arrived at oppa’s neighborhood before I knew it.

The always sticky gloomy atmosphere isn’t any different during lunch hours.

I quickly walk on, trying to shake off the needlessly depressing mood.

An old building with a gloomy atmosphere. Oppa said the soundproofing was good but honestly it seems to have no other merits.

The depression I barely shook off comes rushing back.

Oppa deserves to live in a better place. I should be the one to make that happen for him.

I am always powerless.

-Knock knock knock

There’s no answer when I knock, but I clearly sense someone’s presence.

Since I’ve called dozens of times since morning, he probably knows I came in person.

He must be deliberately avoiding me.

I really hope that’s not the case, but he must be hurt somewhere. There’s no other reason he would avoid me.

“Oppa. If you don’t come out, I’m going to pick the lock and come in.”

I’ve seen it before so I memorized how to do it anyway.

After waiting a bit, a text comes from oppa. Expressing permission.

Opening the door and entering, there’s a beautiful man lying face down on the bed in the dark room.

Amazing looks as always.

But that’s not important.

On oppa’s back visible where his clothes rode up are awkwardly attached white squares.

Pain patches.

Again, only oppa suffers.

I really don’t like how this world works.

(End of chapter)

P.s. 1. “Hyeji myeolye” (혜지멸염) is typically used as a playful or mocking way of writing “폐지멸엽” (paeji myeolyeop) – meaning something like “ruination”.