My girlfriend from the reverse world expects me to be a Netorare

"Whew…"

About 40 minutes after I started taking awkward selfies with a plastic ruler with the numbers 160 and 20 written on it against my forehead.

The hour hand, which had been approaching 1 o'clock, was already passing the halfway point between 1 and 2 o'clock.

[Seoul/Gyeonggi looking for a girl to spend a night with me] @ I am a college student of 160/20 and a net male.

I put back on the white T-shirt and underwear I had taken off, sat down on the chair with a slouched look on my face, and re-checked the 'introduction' I had just tweeted.

I didn't really focus, and I only wrote a few hundred characters, but I felt like my energy was being used up more than when I was studying, so I took a deep breath.

He stated that he was a college student, that his age was 18 year older, his height was a few hidden centimeters higher, and that his residence was intentionally mentioned as Seopyeong-gu, next to Jungyeong-gu.

When I think about the fact that the only information that is not full of lies is the photos taken by home shopping advertisers comparing the products for sale with the deteriorated products, I have a strange feeling that I am looking at someone else's information even though I just finished writing it.

'Would it have been better to write it a bit more twisted?'

For example, he is 170cm tall, 26 years old, a new employee, and lives in Seocho-rang-gu, which is even further away than Seopyeong-gu, and it takes about an hour to get there by taxi.

I wondered for a moment whether it would be better to create a fictional character who could more effectively hide my specificity, but I stopped worrying and concluded that revealing a fictional character similar to me would be the most moderate way.

'It'd be best if it ended at once.'

I had to keep in mind the possibility that a netizen who was fooled by false information that crossed the line might show disgust when she saw my real body, especially my height.

I don't have a lot of time to spare and I'm not here to meet just any woman, so it's natural to be careful about what you choose.

If my acquaintance who saw that introduction thinks of me and approaches me with malicious thoughts, it doesn't matter. They're not stupid, and they don't have any evidence, so they can just deny it.

'Would you like it if I showed you something like this?'

As I looked at the completed introduction, I felt more relaxed and naturally thought of Cha So-young.

Even Saturday and Sunday, when I asked her to think about my demands a bit more, passed by without saying anything, and on Monday, the day before vacation, I stopped by her house on my way home from school to get an air conditioner, commonly known as a netophone, and that was the end of our three-day meeting.

If we recall that fact, it is not difficult to guess what stance Cha So-young is taking now and what she hopes for.

Woof

"oh?"

As I was turning my smartphone around, which had returned to a black screen after a sudden accident like a water drop, a new notification appeared on the screen along with a vibration.

Twitter icon. There was only one reason for the message to come.

'… I think it would be better to show it a little later.'

Cha So-young said she would prepare everything I asked for, including the Netophone.

I'm sure she'd like it if I showed her my introduction via text message right now, but considering Cha So-young's sincerity, it would be right to contact her after I've achieved at least some minimum results.

After prioritizing my work like that, I checked my tweets with a pounding heart.

The heartbeat abnormalities, which began with the minor incidents, continued periodically until just before my mother got home from work.

In the car on the way home after eating out.

"Son, did you eat a lot?"

"Yeah. My stomach is going to explode…"

As I spoke while gently patting her belly so that she wouldn't feel bad about feeding her son, my mother let out a snort of laughter.

I guess you were satisfied with the reaction that showed a sense of fullness.

It's been a month since I came to the world of 'Reversal gender', and although it may sound new, I'm glad that my mother can't tell the difference between 'Shin Jae-hyeok' and me even though I act like I usually do.

Although she would sometimes look at me like he was looking at a child who was doing something special, it wasn't a look that contained a dramatic change, like seeing a problem child change 180 degrees, so it was easy for me to maintain my normal life.

I looked out the window and thought back to our chance encounter a little while ago.

'Junhee was working part-time there.'

After finishing a meal at a meat restaurant, I was walking around the university district with my mother to get some fresh air when I happened to make eye contact with Lee Jun-hee, who was wearing a black work uniform and smoking an electronic cigarette at the back of a Western restaurant.

─ … Lee Jun-hee?

Even though their eyes met, they seemed to be hesitating, so when I called their names first, Lee Jun-hee's whole body froze.

And then he quickly hid his hand holding the cigarette behind his back, avoiding eye contact, as if she felt discomfort rather than joy.

I don't know when Lee Jun-hee started working part-time at the restaurant, but I could completely understand her feelings because I knew that if I suddenly ran into a classmate I was close with while working, I would feel the same way.

─ I won't tell anyone, just work hard at your part-time job.

It was already past the time to greet her warmly, and I didn't want to force an awkward conversation that would inevitably bring up the topic of part-time jobs, so I just approached her briefly and greeted her in a low voice.

─ Hey, Jaehyuk!

─ Huh?

After our brief meeting, I was about to return to my mother, who was standing alone in the middle of the street, when Lee Jun-hee called out to me as if he had something left to say.

─ Mom, I'll be there. Come back after we talk.

─ Yes. I'll be there soon.

My mother saw me turning back to Lee Jun-hee again and moved to a convenience store on the side of the road. After checking my mother's reaction, I continued talking to Lee Jun-hee.

─Why did you call?

─ Ah… Did you come to eat with your mom?

─ I was about to go back after eating everything. I ate at the back meat restaurant over there.

─ I see…

She muttered to herself and nodded, so I thought he was done talking and was about to turn back to my mother.

─ Nothing more to say? I'm leaving?

─ That…! Do you smell cigarette smoke on my body?

It did smell a little, but compared to cigarette smoke, it was practically nonexistent.

─ I don't feel like it?

─ … That's a relief. I was worried that might smell something.

Electronic cigarette? I had a question, but I felt like the mood was starting to lighten, so I made a joke.

─ Kick. Even if I'm okay, other customers might say something. Even if you get in trouble later, you shouldn't say anything else, right?

─ Phew… Then I guess I should quit smoking. I don't want to get in trouble.

─ Hehe. I'm not telling you to hang up. Do whatever you want. Am I really going?

─ … Okay. Bye.

The chance encounter ended with them waving their hands lightly.

Does Cha So-young know that Jun-hee is working part-time? Judging from how she's been working part-time, even though she hasn't even finished her college entrance exams, it seems like she's been doing it for quite some time. The flashback ends with the recent estranged friendship between Lee Jun-hee and Cha So-young.

"Hyuk-ah. Who was that guy earlier? Are you close with him?"

"Her name is Lee Jun-hee. She's closer to So-young than me. She's not a bad person."

"Hmm… really?"

He defended Lee Jun-hee by bringing up Cha So-young in case his mother had asked him out of concern. Her answer was lukewarm, but when she saw Lee Jun-hee's appearance, she seemed to have some suspicions, and her tone of voice subtly changed to one of relief.

"They all came."

While we were exchanging a few words, a car arrived in front of the house. Considering the distance from the restaurant to the house, it probably only took about 10 minutes at most.

"I'll rest in my room."

"okay."

After coming home and simply cleaning up the two dirty clothes I had left at the meat restaurant, I went into my room, deliberately telling her something I didn't need to say in order to hide my secret feelings.

He lies down on the blanket spread out in the corner of the room. In his hand is the netophone he received from Cha So-young.

Knock. Knock. I checked the messages that had piled up on Twitter for about 6 hours, including the ones I had already read.

"Ugh…"

I can't help but sigh.

They suddenly want to spend a night with their friends, they say they'll eat you like a dog just because you're an invited woman, they don't even know which department you should go to but they ask how much you spent on surgery.

After weeding out about ten messages that were too good to even answer, I was left with only three messages worth reading.

Even those three were sent out of boredom without any particular reason, so there was no reply even after several hours, or if there was, it just ended without any reply.

"Tseuup."

Maybe it was because I felt regretful, but in an unusual way, I let out a sticky, slurping sound.

Perhaps I should have written a bit more brightly like the 'boys'.

There is a reason why I did not want to use a cute tone, but since I was not just meeting up to have fun and the purpose of the invitation was very sexual, I intentionally wrote the 'introduction' stiffly because I thought I had to create an atmosphere in the writing.

The number of messages was definitely not small, but when I approached the unsatisfactory present from a consequential perspective, the first thought that came to mind was to investigate the cause.

'… I'm thirsty for no reason.'

To help with digestion, I went to the kitchen, took out a cup of cold water, drank it, and returned to my room.

Woof woof

"huh?"

The Nettophon, which was quietly placed on the blanket, shook repeatedly. When I checked, it was another Twitter notification.

Strangely, I feel like messages come to me especially faithfully when I take out my phone.

[hello.]

[172/69/25 If you are looking for a bride, I can help you.]

[I agree with numbers 1 through 5 in the article posted by Netonam]

[I'm really confident about number 4 in particular]

[lol..]

After waiting a little while to make sure the notifications had stopped, I opened the message and saw words that were adorned with a moderate amount of decorum and hidden confidence, or even candidness.

I sent a reply right away.

hello~

Did you say that my tweets correspond to numbers 1 through 5?

Can you please elaborate on how this applies?

[I live in Hanoh-dong, Seopyeong-gu, and I can accommodate your schedule whenever you want.]

[I don't think you have to worry about the time since staying up all night is okay too.]

[I don't mind taking a video. It's just the three of us, including your girlfriend, right?]

Yes, it won't be more than three.

"oh…?"

The conversation, which seemed to fit together strangely, contained exclamations of joy, admiration, doubt, and other meanings.

If it's Han-o-dong, it takes less than 20 minutes by bus, you can adjust the time to whatever you want, and it's okay to take videos.

The coincidence of the conditions was so coincidental that suspicions would flare up and disappear like firecrackers.

'however…'

As we continued our first refreshing conversation, I began to think about things I hadn't told you yet.

Numbers 4 and 5. I asked them to be specific, but I feel like I'm talking nonsense. How do they mean they're confident? Is there a way to prove it?

I couldn't take back the words I had already spoken, so I hesitated for a moment before throwing a fastball.

Excuse me... Are you really good at sex? Mine is kind of big.

[I don't know how to tell you about numbers 4 and 5. Haha..]

I dropped my phone on my face without realizing it because of the embarrassing message that came up at the same time.

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