The Golden Sun of the World of Gender Reversal

Anecdotal 1-6) I was possessed by a reverse novel 完

After going to the sea, Seo Hye-min’s mind has undergone a definite change.

Her changes were obvious and obvious enough for anyone to notice, like black dots on white paper.

The change was evident outside.

It was from the fact that after summer vacation ended, she took out her school uniform skirt and started wearing it.

It seemed like she was slowly starting to accept herself.

“Writer, are you wearing a skirt well now?”

“..What? Weird?”

“No, it looks good.”

When a conversation like this happened, she would easily blush.

Still, she didn’t tickle like she used to.

She was also accepting the fact that going to her events with him was a lot of fun.

The athletic meet they ran together, the bloody revenge committed by Choi Seo-yoon and Seo Hye-min.

Already, the events were almost over, and the main story was getting closer to its conclusion.

And then, one day in the fall, they set up a date.

A historical and epic date that will change their relationship forever.

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“Writer, here!”

Today was the date of Park Da-in and Kang Hyeon-woo.

An episode in which the progress of the two was grasped while dropping Jeong Geon-woo.

It was an important yet worthwhile episode, so I came to see it like this.

That’s why that man is waving his hand.

“Today is also beautiful.”

He said with a fresh smile.

Like the sun in a clear autumn sky, like wild grass in summer –

‘Ah, sir. It’s starting again…’

Once you have a chance, his appearance looks more than the original one.

Are these bean pods?

A sense of shame and trembling came at the same time.

“..Let’s go.”

“Yes, the room cafe they go to is over there, right?”

“Right.”

They set foot inside the room cafe.

One door was closed, and both sides were open.

“Because that room is where Kang Hyeon-woo is set up to enter.. I should go to the room next to it.”

“Yes.”

The room was neatly organized.

The trash can was covered with new vinyl, and there was nothing untidy.

“Please give me a coat.”

“Here.”

She took the cardigan he was wearing and hung it on her hanger.

“This makes me feel like a wife accepting her husband’s clothes after work.”

“What are you saying… It’s more common to have a wife who has left work here.”

“Then, will you work and feed me?”

“..Don’t say anything strange.”

“Why, I like it when you say things like this.”

“Oh, isn’t it?”

“I know you are right.”

He responded casually, then laid her back on the cushion with her legs straight.

Stretch out one arm and exhale a low-pitched sound.

“Come in here.”

“Why do I have to do what I tell you to do?”

“You like it. That’s holding me Just come at once.”

“…..”

She didn’t answer him.

She slipped into his arm quietly and allowed him to wrap around her shoulder.

“How cute it is to come all at once like this.”

“..Don’t say that…”

“Okay. Shall we watch a movie until they come?”

“I will choose.”

“Do whatever you want.”

She played an action movie.

Tada da da da, kwa kwang.

As she fired her gun and the bomb exploded, I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen at the splendor.

They were totally into the movie.

No, only Baek Seung-woon did that.

Because Seo Hye-min’s hair has been messy since before.

The warmth was so intoxicating.

The scent of her was like that, and so was the feel of being held in her firm arms.

Sometimes I liked the way his fingers brushed her arm in short sleeves.

At that time, an American romance suddenly began.

After an incident, a passionate kiss begins at the front door.

‘What, what.. Wasn’t this 15 gold?’

And when the scene started, his hands started to get rougher than before.

The fingers that used to gently caress the arm now gradually become fingers that massage the arm.

The left hand, which had been empty, also began to slowly approach her direction.

And, Tuuk.

His hand went up to her bare legs, which were exposed in a skirt and no stockings.

“What, what are you doing!”

Of course her hands restrained his left,

“Hand…”

“Yes..?”

“Get your hands off me.”

I slowly let go of his words, growling differently than usual.

Sure, Swoop

His big, warm hand began to caress her thigh.

Because it was a tennis skirt, when she sat and stretched her legs, it covered a little less than half of her thighs, but that much exposed skin.

She raised both her bare hands and grabbed his clothes.

As if in terror before falling off a cliff, she clung anxiously to him.

His flushed face was buried in his shoulder, and he did not dare to see what was going on with her legs.

However, as I turned my gaze, my sense of touch became more sensitive.

The strength supporting Seo Hye-min’s body was gradually released, but Baek Seung-woon’s right arm wrapped around her shoulder did not allow her to fall down.

“Huh.. Hah..”

Her breathing gradually became rougher.

Her left hand tortured her relentlessly.

His hands dyed his own color on the long, smooth, white legs.

The inside of the thigh, the crook of the back of the knee.

From the calves to the top.

“That, sorry for that… stop it..”

“Is this an order?”

Gently, a word of her finger penetrated under her skirt.

“Eh?”

She couldn’t make a rational decision. It was as if there was a thick fog over her head.

Her eyes were confused, and his scent smelled better than ever.

“You can’t give orders. Is the author in that position? Say, ‘Please stop’.”

“That, sorry.. Please stop..”

“I don’t like it.”

“Sobbing…”

-Duck

Contact continued until the sound of the door closing in the next room.

“Oh, I guess you came in?”

“Huh…”

When he stopped touching her, she was completely melted.

“Writer, writer?”

When I looked up at her face, which was buried in her shoulder, I could see her hypnotized, hazy eyes and slightly parted mouth.

“..I drool.”

“…”

She looked at him without replying.

“Come in here.”

He spread his legs a little, his eyes full of eager longing.

She slipped between his legs and sat down, leaning her back against his chest and stomach.

It was a much easier position to play with her body than sitting next to her, but she was already half-conscious and was not aware of it.

“Hey, I need to hear the conversation next to me…”

“You know everything about the conversation anyway, focus on me.”

At some point, the original purpose of watching the event was taken aback.

“Stop.

She kept repeating the same thing over and over again.

“Here.. In a public place..”

“You can come out if you don’t like it, right? Because it’s Seo Hye-min.”

“Right now, I’m out of energy…”

“You seem to like it, then.”

“..Is that so..?”

“Yes, that’s it. Are you still?”

His right hand was wrapped around her epigastrium like a seat belt to keep her from slipping out, while her left hand came up slowly.

She rode the skirt, past the hip joint.

And finally, his hand came to her lower belly, which was covered by her skirt.

“Writer, you know what?”

“Huh…”

“Can’t you hear? Anyway… A woman needs her belly to be warm.”

“…”

-Sueuk

He slowly stroked her belly.

It was slightly protruding, and each time it did, her reaction intensified noticeably.

Meanwhile, she felt the sensation.

In all kinds of novels, the description that appears when a heroine feels attraction to a male protagonist, that sense.

‘..My uterus is pounding…’

This is not a figurative meaning, but a real physical meaning…

The feeling was as if it was a sentence that she had completely become a female.

A sensation that can only be felt in a woman’s body.

‘Now… I really can’t stand it…’

Her little wire that had sustained her for several months had been cut off.

“Ah, they must be leaving. Song.”

As if drunk, she walked out, supported by him.

“Then, follow me quickly-“

Then, they caught him trying to follow them.

“..Over there.”

“Where?”

Her finger pointed to a building.

Starting with M and ending with L, a building that serves as a space for someone to take a short break, an accommodation for someone, and a place to share love for others.

He followed her gaze to check the building.

“..Are you serious?”

His mouth parted open to express his joy.

“Because I’m serious.. Quickly…”

“Okay.”

He picked her up and headed for the building.

It’s not a common sight in this world, but it didn’t matter.

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“Did you like it?”

“..Yes.”

She pulled up the blanket. She continues to speak in that state.

“Now…”

“Yes?”

“You can say it. Just… Call me Hyemin.”

“Okay then call me by my first name.”

“…Yes.”

“It’s much better to let go.”

On that day, as Hyunjun Universe, she died.

It was only that the lover who would be happy took the place.