The Golden Sun of the World of Gender Reversal

Chapter 18

Episode 18. Min-yu couple, body aches (1)

Tuesday when we rented a bed at Yoo-gyeong’s house passed, and the next day, Wednesday.

Yoo-kyung had dark circles around her eyes.

“Yugyeong-ah, what’s wrong?”

“Hey?! I didn’t do anything!”

“Huh..?”

“Oh, no. Nothing happened.”

When I ask her, she panics more than necessary and gets her restlessness.

That guilty look. I try to pretend that nothing is wrong, but I can’t hide the awkwardness.

“Sure. Do you think you had a hard time sleeping?”

Minsu says to Yugyeong.

“Ha..Ha.. It’s really good.”

“Really? If so, what.”

Thursday.

Yoo-kyung’s condition became more serious.

Yesterday after taking off her academy uniform shirt because it was hot, she left it behind.

If I leave today, the laundry will be done.

“Hey, Minsu, Hyunwoo. I don’t think our house will work today. There are circumstances…”

Um… You haven’t washed your clothes yet? Are you okay. Things like that happen, too.

Friday.

Yu-kyung’s expression looked dark even at a glance.

A face that showed more guilt than before.

It’s bitter… The face is not good, I think something is going to happen.

And that day, Yoo-gyeong got sick.

I knew it would be like that.

On Friday evening, I stopped by her house to find her shirt and found her lying on her bed.

Yu-gyeong’s father said, “I didn’t sleep until late at night, so I knew it would be like that.” He said.

Well, I think I know what to do at night.

And then, at the words that Yu-kyung and her father said, I sang joy.

“That .. Me and Yugyeong and her mom are on a trip for the weekend, so can’t Hyunwoo and Minsu come over and take care of Yugyeong? The uncle will tell Minsu, so help me.”

That’s right!

I come here every day for a week, and I do my best to leave a good impression.

To be honest, a week is not enough to earn people’s trust, but this is the world inside the game. Something else that won’t happen

Saturday.

Well, since it’s been one night since Friday evening, I think I’m feeling a lot better… But I have to go help.

Go to her house.

As we turn around the alley, we see Minsu coming out of the common entrance.

She puts her cell phone up to her ear, and seems to be making a phone call. Let’s listen.

“Ah.. Yugyeong-ah, are you sick? Then I won’t be able to see you this weekend? Then can I go hang out with her friends?”

“What? Really? Then, shall I go to play? Take good care of yourself! Uh, yes!”

It’s not an infectious disease like a cold, but as soon as Yoo-gyeong is sick, Min-su goes out to play.

If you feel wary of me, you should think about staying closer.

I stood in front of Yoo-kyung’s house as quietly as possible so as not to get caught in Min-su’s sight.

-Ding Dong

“Huh? Who are you?”

At the top, Yu-kyung peeks open the door, leaving the iron lock behind.

“Hello.”

“Huh? Are you Hyeonu?”

“Are you going to keep me here?”

“Ah, come in first!”

Kick, click.

After a while, the door opened and I went into Yoo-kyung’s house, whom I had been visiting hard all week.

‘Hmm.’

A nice scent greets me whenever I smell it.

“Uh, what happened?”

Yoo-gyeong was wearing a very comfortable outfit.

Black thong thong, as well as black dolphin pants.

Her breasts were hollowed out, and I felt the pressure. She wore dolphin pants to reveal her white thighs, and her white skin was especially attractive in contrast to the black color.

“I heard you got sick? I’m here to help.”

“Ah.. I’m fine.”

“It’s okay, what. You look very tired? Stop talking and lie down.”

With that being said, her face looked even worse than expected. Wouldn’t a normally strong young man get better if he slept overnight?

The words she is saying now probably stem from her dislike of burdening.

At that time, my body moves.

“Where is it?”

“Wow?! Tongue, Hyunwoo! You get hurt!”

“It’s okay, man. It’s not that heavy.”

I placed my arms around her back, shoulders and hamstrings and gave her the so-called princess hug.

“Oh, then I will fall. Head up.”

‘Good job.’

It’s been a while since [NTL Master] Dominates me.

Soon after, her initiative returned, and I looked down at Yoo-kyung.

“Hope, hurry up.”

“No, then… That, go… There, you can reach…”

It was the South World, right? A place where greater meaning is given to men’s breasts.

“It’s okay. Just stay here.”

“Yeah…”

I put Yoo-kyung, who had turned into an apple, reddened, on the bed.

“Have you eaten?”

“Not yet…”

“Wait. I’ll do it. Can I use the ingredients?”

“Yeah, use whatever you want..”

Looks like it hasn’t come out yet.

As I left the door, I heard a grabbing sound from behind, and then I saw Yoo-gyeong with a blanket over her head.

The figure was cute and he smiled and headed to the kitchen.

When I lived alone, I often cooked and ate.

It’s been a while.

Put on an apron and cook vegetable porridge.

The refrigerator was full of fresh ingredients.

The sound of knives hitting the chopping board is light.

Pour water into a pot and add the ingredients.

As well as a meal, two servings for me as well. Well, he cooks and helps with housework, but isn’t it possible to cook and eat together?

When I looked at the liver, it turned out to be just right, so it was worth eating.

Put it on a tray and transfer it to a bowl.

“Yugyeong-ah, try some porridge.”

“Yeah..”

Yoo-gyeong shows no signs of coming out of the blanket.

Do you have severe body aches? I just woke up just fine. Well, when you lie down in bed, there are times when fatigue suddenly sets in.

Let’s feed him.

“Now, ah~.”

“Huh?”

“Feed me. Come out and open your mouth.”

Then, he crawled out of the futon.

And he said an amazing sentence.

“Thank you, honey.”

“Huh?”

“Thank you, honey.”

I said that without realizing it.

Looking back, today was unusual from the start.

Yesterday evening, the fatigue accumulated from staying awake until late at night overtook me and made me sick.

I thought it would get better after a day’s sleep.

And this morning, a phone call came.

“Is it Minsu?”

“Ah.. Yes. I was sick. Huh? Friends? Uh… Ok, see you. Drop by my house sometime later in the evening. Uh, yes.”

Dude.

The phone was disconnected.

Actually, I heard from her father that Min-su and Hyun-woo would take care of me… Well, while I was dating, I couldn’t even meet my friends. Maybe you can look at this.

However, I can’t help but feel a little disappointed.

Then the doorbell rang.

It was Hyeonu.

That black top I always wore, ripped jeans… And a leather jacket.

He came in and smiled brightly.

A little… No, I was very moved.

But Minsu went out to play, and I can’t have someone help me.

I said it was okay, but then he came in and gave me a… Hug.

It’s not easy for a man to do that.

Also, being a woman and being picked on by a man is something that hurts my pride.

And… The cheek-touching, solid…

I grabbed my reason that was about to fly away and managed to tell him, but the answer that came back was that it was okay.

What does it mean?

As I lay down on the bed, I was unknowingly covered with a blanket.

While he is preparing my meal, I recall the sensation of the moment under the blanket.

Strong muscles that touch the cheeks.

I think I bumped my cheek a little without realizing it.

My heart beats fast.

Outside the door, from the kitchen, you can hear the sound of banging, pots, and the smell of ingredients.

In that Hyeonu is the one who makes the sound and smell, and that another man is cooking for me. I’m starting to have some thoughts.

Minsu… I’ve never cooked like that before.

I’ve known him for over 10 years, and he said he liked me before then, and Hyunwoo, whom I’ve only just met, treats me better. Is this right?

I don’t know anything else, but can I cook for you at least once?

I don’t even ask for much. Just… Even if it’s white porridge.

No, let’s not keep doing that.

She said whining about not being able to do something even though she couldn’t do something was completely uncharacteristic of a woman.

Minsu.

Since I’m lost in my thoughts under the blanket, I hear Hyeonu coming back to the room.

And…He said.

“Ah~.”

Ah~ Rani.

Is the picture I imagined right?

Aren’t these things only in books?

No matter how embarrassing I am, I have to eat this.

Walking the futon, let’s see him…

Wow. Crazy really.

Overwhelming visuals that leave you speechless.

A man who looks like he’s going to have a good time going around and talking wildly, wearing an apron, is holding a spoonful of porridge he cooked himself.

Isn’t this kind of thing really something that only appeared in Japanese comics?

That cool smile melts me. You can see that the apron is tightly wrapped around the muscular physique.

The smoke from the warm porridge above the spoon seems to represent his warmth.

Because it’s like this… It’s like we’re married.

A husband who takes care of his wife who is overworked while working outside and helps her…

If he looked at me with a pitiful look and served me homemade food, I would reply like this.

“Thank you, honey.”

“Huh?”

..What did I just say?

I was just going to think about it, but it jumped out without me knowing.

Look at that embarrassed face. If I could turn back time, I think I could do anything.

‘Ahhh…’