It was as if someone had been holding the end of a rubber hose tightly while the faucet was running, preventing any water from escaping, and then suddenly let go when it reached its limit.
It felt like all the protein in my body had turned into semen. From the tip of my penis, sticky, pure white semen kept gushing out endlessly, some of it splattering onto Yejin's photo frame.
This shouldn't be happening…
Shouldn't I have covered the tip with the roll of tissue I had prepared beforehand? That thought crossed my mind, but well, it's already spilled milk.
I started wiping the semen that had splattered all over the desk with the tissue. Normally, semen is sticky and whitish, but this time, it was on another level. It was pure white, sticky like glue, and the amount seemed several times more than what a normal person could produce.
It was the kind of semen you'd see in a hardcore doujinshi—unbelievable that such a quantity could come from one person.
I meticulously wiped the semen off the desk with the tissue. There was so much of it that the desk was littered with clumps of tissue, reeking with a musky scent, rolling around like wildflowers in a field.
Will this… go back to normal once I clean it?
I picked up Yejin's photo frame, now covered in semen. In the picture, she was still wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, holding a water bottle. The only difference was the sticky semen clinging to her chest and her tied-up hair.
Hmm…
Looking at Yejin's expression, with semen splattered on her face and chest, the intense climax from just moments ago flashed vividly in my mind. If… if this had actually happened, wouldn't Yejin act like that? I imagined her, covered in my semen, acting nonchalant as she rejoined the others in the game.
My heart raced…
No, am I really going to spend the whole day jerking off?
And even though she's my wife, I felt a pang of guilt for using Yejin, someone I barely know, as my fantasy material.
I shook my head side to side, trying to clear my mind of these thoughts. I carefully wiped the semen, which clung to the frame like spider webs, with tissue, threw it all in the trash, and went to take a shower.
What should I eat today? I started thinking about the menu. I made curry yesterday, so maybe grilled fish? No, fish smells too strong when you cook it. How about budae jjigae?
But would someone like Yejin even like budae jjigae? Her style, her environment, her appearance… I couldn't imagine her eating a hodgepodge stew filled with ham, tofu, and sausages.
Beef bulgogi seems like a safe bet.
I pictured Yejin eating bulgogi. Honestly, I couldn't quite imagine her enjoying any food, but for some reason, I felt like she'd eat bulgogi with relish.
I hope she'd enjoy it.
It's been less than a week since I arrived in this reversed world, yet my mind has already completely adapted to it.
I've completely… become a model husband. Or, in this world, should I say model wife? I'm not sure.
After my shower, I checked the clock—it wasn't even 4 p.m. yet. I opened the fridge and saw that, aside from beef, everything was ready, even the bulgogi marinade.
Maybe I'll go for a walk to get some fresh air?
I knew how to get back into the house. The password was 0615, and the keycard for the front door was hanging in the shoe cabinet. The card on the bedside table would cover purchases at the supermarket, right?
After mentally running through all possible scenarios, I changed clothes, put on a thick padded jacket from the closet, and stepped outside.
I'd heard on the news that a record-breaking cold wave was coming soon. The weather service in my original world couldn't even predict if it'd rain during a sports event, but the one in this world seemed less incompetent.
The wind was already biting, freezing my skin, so I zipped my jacket up to my neck.
Where's the supermarket?
The wind was so strong that my hands were freezing, so I shoved them into my pockets and wandered around the complex looking for the store.
From a distance, the apartment complex I lived in looked like a medieval castle.
Tall buildings pierced the sky, surrounded by high walls encircling the complex. I wondered if the walls were there to keep residents from other complexes out.
As I walked between the towering buildings, I looked around, but aside from my building and the others, there was no sign of a supermarket or anything like it.
Should I head to the nearest security office and ask where the mart is? With that thought, I started walking toward the complex's entrance.
Normally, there's a rule that every apartment complex has a small mart, like a Hanaro Mart or something, right? The wind was cold. I lowered my head and slowly walked toward the security office.
Thud.
I bumped my head into something and looked up from staring at the ground. I hadn't seen the person in front of me because I was walking with my head down to avoid the wind.
"Sorry."
"…"
It was Yang Yeoju, the woman who moved in next door this morning. She didn't seem to care whether I apologized or not. I had a feeling that even if I'd bumped into her and walked away without saying sorry, she wouldn't have held a grudge.
Yang Yeoju… She was staring at the sky, or more precisely, at the towering building we lived in. At least, it seemed like she was.
I couldn't tell what she was looking at through her dark sunglasses, which still had the price tag attached.
Another gust of freezing wind blew through. I gripped my coat tightly. The branches on the street rustled in the wind, and the piles of leaves in the corners swirled up into the air.
In the midst of it all, what struck me was Yeoju, standing like a statue, completely still, staring at something.
Like this morning, she was dressed as if she were at a summer resort: a Hawaiian shirt, short shorts, and sandals. It all matched her tanned skin and shiny blonde hair.
If it weren't for the long white padded coat she was wearing, she'd look like a summer vacationer.
Forgetting my plan to go to the supermarket for meat, I stood there, staring at Yeoju as she gazed at the sky, caught in the cold wind.
How much time passed? Did she finally notice my stare?
Sniff, sniff…
As if catching a scent, she twitched her nose a few times, then lowered her gaze from the tall building to look down at me.
"…Oh. Next door. Han Areum, right? Nice to see you again."
"Yeah, nice to see you too."
I shook the hand she offered. She'd been out here longer than me, but her hand was warm. And… maybe because of her athletic appearance, I could feel strength in her grip.
Why was she standing out here in the cold wind?
"What were you doing here?"
"Here, when you stand in this spot, you get a good view."
"Of what?"
"The house."
The house?
I couldn't make sense of what she was saying. Realizing her explanation was vague, Yeoju pointed to a spot on one of the towering buildings.
"That's where we live."
"Is it?"