Gender Reversed Geum Taeyang - Chapter 5

Episode 5 – The Hometown of the Heart

Yohan Orphanage.

The name with the baptismal name of the director inserted lets you know about the director’s manly naming sense.

Well, even though they’re not a man, if they have a burning passion, aren’t they still a real man?

Passing through the front gate of the orphanage, I saw familiar faces.

Couldn’t they be called the connection to the previous world? Is this the feeling of coming to one’s hometown? It’s a feeling of physical and mental stability.

I greeted the children running in the yard. These kids don’t seem to have changed at all, whether it’s the former world or whatever. Cute children.

I went up to the director’s office, exchanging greetings with the staff I met.

Even though it’s not a very big building, with staff, children, and volunteers walking around, it somehow had a lively atmosphere.

Some of the volunteers seemed surprised and uneasy when they saw my face.

Damn. I’m from here originally. I can’t really blame them for not knowing.

When will I get used to reactions like that…? I’ll figure it out somehow.

Opening the door to the director’s office, I see a middle-aged woman whose appearance suggests she has lived a tough life. The director. Like a parent to me.

“Yuhan, you’re here? Sit over there and wait a bit.”

I didn’t think it was bad to have fallen into this former world. It was a big change in my previously uneventful life.

Still, the feeling of being the only different person in this world, the only outsider, wasn’t a very good feeling.

Who could understand the feeling of having become a person separated from the world?

But in this space, I didn’t feel that way. It was comfortable and stable.

My conversation with the director wasn’t very long. I wanted to chat more, but the director seemed busy too, and truthfully, it had only been a week since I last saw them, so we didn’t have much to talk about. I couldn’t tell them I came to the former world. I wanted to tell them about starting an internet broadcast after it got bigger.

Anyway, what I was doing was always the same. Playing with the young children, and counseling the older ones on things like whether their school life was going well.

When I was playing house with the little ones, I felt conflicted… It was strange for Keumtaeyang to join in the playing house based on a happy family…

It was an odd feeling when the boys talked to me about makeup or when the girls blushed as they looked at me.

Well, that’s the former world for you.

After spending time with the children, I’m now in the back area of the orphanage.

I see volunteers hanging up laundry. Among the volunteers I met while walking around the orphanage, there were quite a few familiar faces, but the people here all have faces I’ve never seen before.

Four people. Two men are sitting on a bench, resting, and two women are continuing to hang up laundry. Truthfully, volunteers sometimes slack off, but I think it’s something that can happen. As long as they finish the work, it’s fine.

Also, who knows if the two resting men had been working hard until just a little while ago. Whether they’re resting or not is none of my business.

I approached them. There’s no harm in getting friendly with the volunteers, and a few who became friends with me kept coming back to volunteer, so I thought I’d build some rapport.

“Hello. You’re working hard.”

I smiled as I spoke. Right now, I’m not using Keumtaeyang speech patterns again. I don’t know what the mechanism is… Well, it’s fine as long as I spoke properly just now.

It does feel like my lips are only slightly curled up on one side, but it’s probably just my mood.

The two on the bench look startled.

It was an expression like they’d seen something scary – did they mistake me for a staff member? It’s not that scary even if a staff member shows up, is it?

I waved my hand in a reassuring way.

“Let me help you out. You all seem to be people I’m meeting for the first time?”

“Ah… hello. Are you perhaps a staff member…?”

“Heh heh… Well? Am I a staff member?”

I spoke ambiguously and naturally picked up and hung some laundry from the basket. A light joke can ease the atmosphere.

It looks like the female volunteer’s face is turning red now that I’ve approached – is it because she’s flustered?

“Actually, I’m from this orphanage. I come every Sunday to help out a bit. It must be your first time?”

“Yes… Yes! I need to fulfill some volunteer hours…”

“Hmm… A lot of college students come for that reason.”

As we exchange casual conversation and hang the clothes together, I feel the awkwardness quickly dissipating through our shared work. It did seem like she occasionally stumbled over her words while looking at me, though.

The sound of birds chirping can be heard.

The noon sunlight shines on the clothes hung out to dry.

It may be slightly hot weather, but perhaps because water splashed on the clothes, it feels refreshing.

A peaceful Sunday lunch time.

For some reason, I felt happy and smiled while humming a little tune.

Women compete for men.

Just think about how much effort a woman has to put in to date a single man. It’s unfair, but that’s just the reality we can’t change.

“Sis, do you want to come volunteering with me this weekend?”

A man and woman in the midst of courtship going volunteering together – that’s a good sign, isn’t it? This is how flings develop.

Of course… I was quite sad when I heard we wouldn’t be going alone, but with two other friends as well…

I was quite sad too when I just had to leave the work to the two women while we men rested…

Yes, I thought this was how male-female relationships worked!

No.

I thought this was how male-female relationships worked, until I met Yuhan.

When he smiled and spoke to me, I didn’t have any particular thoughts.

No, the only thought I had was that I needed to control my sexual desires well.

His seductive appearance and decadent aura, his beautiful body peeking through his white shirt – if that was the end of it, perhaps I could resist.

But then he shoots me a flirtatious look and a dirty smirk, and I think it would be weird not to be captivated.

Frankly… just looking at his face made me want to get wet.

My friend who was hanging clothes with us was so entranced she couldn’t regain her composture.

Naturally, Yuhan and I ended up having various conversations.

I could feel glances coming from the bench, but…

What does it matter that I have a prospective boyfriend? It’s possible for a person to have a normal conversation with a man once in a while. This isn’t me cheating on my potential boyfriend, it’s just healthy communication.

But… If it was going to take some effort, I could understand, but on such a peaceful day, in such nice weather, for a man and woman to casually chat while hanging laundry together…

Doesn’t it feel like…’husband and wife’…?

I feel ashamed fantasizing like this about someone I just met today. I need to get a grip.

Talking to Yuhan, he occasionally makes intense expressions but really does seem like a gentle, good person – what am I doing?

Looking to the side, I see Yuhan giving a truly bright smile. Yuhan’s sharp eyes are gently curved. Yuhan’s eyes shine brightly in the sunlight. I can hear Yuhan’s humming voice carried by the breeze.

Honestly, I think I could fall for him. Will I ever meet another man like this?

No, I already have someone – my prospective boyfriend I met in college!

I collected my thoughts. I’m not so far gone. Yuhan is just handsome, that’s all. Women’s eyes turn as soon as we see a good-looking man.

I just had a momentary improper thought, that’s all.

…Why did my head tilt down slightly just now? I shouldn’t have done that.

I can see Yuhan’s chest is wet from water splashing from the laundry.

No, this is too much. Really too much.

“Eh?! You’re getting a nosebleed?!”

Yuhan looks startled and grabs my face in concern.

That worried expression is for me.

Yuhan’s chest comes right in front of my face.

It seems like I’m getting an even worse nosebleed.

Ah, I don’t even know anymore.

I’m just so happy.

He said he’d come every Sunday, right?

…Next time, I’ll come alone.

What was it?

Was I just not feeling well?

I reminisce about her, who got a nosebleed and sat on the bench to rest.

To make such a happy expression even as she was bleeding from the nose – she’s quite a strange person. Her friend said she needs to date properly… Did I misjudge her? Laughing while bleeding made her seem a bit scary.

I’m returning home later than usual after working all day long.

Although I worked the whole day, I’m honestly left with a feeling of regret.

This week had a major incident, so perhaps I’m feeling an even stronger longing for a place that can stabilize my mind.

But I can’t just pursue comfort forever.

Didn’t I also gain a new goal of making my internet broadcast successful?

I should head back. I’ll need to prepare for tomorrow’s broadcast.

The subway train I’m taking home is relatively empty.

In this world, men are said to sit with their legs closed on the subway.

It’s because the ‘outline’ could show if they spread their legs… Honestly, until now I didn’t really understand it.

But after taking the subway this morning and evening, I get it to some extent.

I looked down at my own…thing, Alfred J. Alexsandros III (penis, age 23, virgin).

I had been quite confident it was above average for a Korean man, but my member did change after becoming Keumtaeyang.

It seems to be in the top 1% of Korean men in size.

I’m still startled every time I shower.

With the changes to my overall height from becoming Keumtaeyang, my pants feel a bit tight too, and with this monster cock, it makes a bulge.

No matter how modestly I try to sit like men in this former world, I could feel furtive glances.

So this is what’s meant by visual rape by feminist Hawas and Watashis.

Hmm, it seems to be at its limit now.

Ever since a little while ago, Keumtaeyang’s instincts have been screaming at me to spread my legs comfortably. I guess not caring about others’ gazes is part of being Keumtaeyang.

Honestly, I don’t even understand the point of sitting with closed legs even after applying the former world filter. How much would really be showing unless you’re as well-endowed as me?

It feels different from a woman spreading her legs while wearing a skirt.

I’m not sure anymore. I don’t even want to care now.

The sense of liberation I feel from spreading my legs.

This is the joy of living life.

The gazes feel even stronger than before.

There aren’t that many people on this subway, but the few women present are staring at me. This is just… If I stare them down with an intense glare, they instantly avert their eyes, but only momentarily before looking back at me again.

I still have another 30 minutes to go… Well, it’s not like they’re wearing me out by looking. They can look as much as they want. I’ll just take a nap.

Since the former world sent me to this extent, I guess I have to be able to handle at least this much.

On the evening of the day marking one week since I came to the former world.

As I pondered the content for tomorrow’s broadcast, I drifted into a light sleep.

Not caring about others’ gazes, I felt strangely at ease falling asleep.