Alpha Of The Reversed World

Prologue

I became aware of my existence as ’me’ when I was 4 years old.

The expression might sound a bit strange, but what can I do? With my limited vocabulary, I can only explain it this way.

To begin with, my memories before the age of 3 are hazy, like trying to navigate a foggy cliff. Eventually, I gave up trying to remember.

Because of this, I can’t definitively say whether this is reincarnation or possession. Of course, it’s definitely not regression. In my previous life, I was part of the bottom 0.1% of South Korea, living a miserable life from infancy. Compared to the faint memories of my past life, this one is like heaven compared to hell.

Anyway, to describe my current situation...

Beep- Beep- Beep-

I was lying diagonally on the living room sofa, flipping through TV channels. Knowing there was nothing to watch, I habitually fiddled with the remote and sighed, as I always did.

"Haah..."

"Stop! Dad said if you sigh, your luck will run out! Don’t do it!"

Simultaneously, I heard my father’s nagging from far away.

"I did. Yes. Of course. This mouth of mine just can’t keep quiet."

He could hear me even from the kitchen, so I must have been pretty loud. Or maybe my father has exceptionally good hearing.

It’s not hard to understand. If a kid who hasn’t even lost their baby fat keeps sighing, it would be frustrating for anyone listening. But how could I not sigh?

I picked up the remote again and changed the channel. How is it possible that out of over a hundred channels, there’s nothing worth watching? Movies, of course.

Beep-

[Recent social issues regarding the introduction of male-only subways.]

News too.

Beep-

[Unmissable fun for sexy men!]

Home shopping too.

Beep-

[If you treat a male guest like this, the police...]

Even variety shows.

Beep-

I just turned off the TV because I didn’t want to watch anymore.

Seriously, it’s nauseating. Anyway, this world is very different from the one I knew in my past life. No, it’s wrong.

Fuck.

If a 4-year-old said that, the house would be flipped upside down and then flipped back to normal. I swallowed the curse that was on the tip of my tongue and just wiped my face with my small, goblin-like hands.

"I should like this. I shouldn’t dislike it."

A world where the concepts of chastity and gender roles are reversed. It’s like something out of a crazy fantasy. No, of course, it’s obviously good.

The reason I’m uncomfortable right now is that a 4-year-old has no sexual desire, and time passes incredibly slowly. Plus, the TV only shows half-naked men all day.

As I was sitting with my arms crossed and a frown on my face, my father, who had finished setting the table, came out of the kitchen. Yes, in this world, women earn money and men are in charge of child-rearing. My father is a full-time househusband, and my mother is a high-ranking executive in a large corporation.

At first, I wondered how such a thing could be possible, but the more I looked into it, the more astonishing this world became.

In the first place, this is a world where women are physically stronger than men. Although men have more muscle mass, a certain hormone secreted by the brain—thankfully, I don’t seem to have it. For a while, I was in and out of the hospital, but they said there were no health issues.—makes women actually stronger.

Seeing my expression, my father asked worriedly,

"Son, what’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?"

"N-no."

"Okay. Tell me if you feel sick. Let’s eat. Go wake up your mom."

"Yes."

My father smiled awkwardly at my use of honorifics.

Well, for a 4-year-old, I’m extremely precocious. After all, my mental age is 26. If I weren’t precocious, that would be a problem in itself.

Originally, I thought I should act a bit more childish so my parents in this life wouldn’t worry. For the first year, I actually did that. But...

"Waaahhhhhhhhh!"

"Oh dear, Moonbyul is crying again."

That’s my younger sister’s job, so I just acted like myself.

At first, they were worried that I was too precocious, but now they seem relieved that they can focus on my sister. Parents, no matter their social status or education, are essentially beginners when it comes to child-rearing. Especially with two children, it must be even harder.

My father took off his apron and hung it on a chair.

"I’ll go wake up your mom and put Moonbyul back to sleep."

Both of my parents loved the Sun and Moon fairy tale. So, they decided to have one son and one daughter and name them accordingly.

"Taeyang, you eat first. Can you get ready for kindergarten by yourself?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Yes."

I want to respect my parents’ opinions as much as possible, but their naming sense is honestly a bit lacking.

Since I’m the firstborn, I’m Taeyang, and my newborn little sister is Moonbyul because her name means ’moon.’ -Honestly, it’s too much, so we made a slight adjustment. Both the elders in the family and I strongly opposed it.

Moonbyul. We took the ’moon’ from the English word for moon and added ’byul’ because the moon alone would be lonely.

"Waaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

I wonder if even the stars would be startled and run away if they heard that crying all day.

My father went into the bedroom to soothe my little sister, and I was left alone at the dining table, picking up my chopsticks.

After five years as a full-time househusband, the menu was diverse and excellent.

"Tsk."

Tuk.

The awkwardly held chopsticks dropped the mung bean rice. Although there might be children’s chopsticks, our house only has silverware.

"I guess it won’t work."

Eventually, I gave up on the chopsticks and picked up a fork and spoon. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

As I scooped a spoonful of rice into my mouth, I fell into thought.

How did my name become Taeyang?

Well, it’s the kind of name that immature kids would want to tease. But I’m not at an age where I’d be hurt by kids teasing me. More than anything, the family name in front of my name bothered me.

Taeyang of the Kim family.

I am Kim Taeyang.

With my father’s send-off, I arrived at the kindergarten. I’ve been coming here for three months, but I still can’t get used to the energy of these 4-year-olds. Honestly, I suspect they have batteries in their backs instead of spines.

It’s not that I’m an old soul; I genuinely have that suspicion.

"Haah..."

This time, I sighed freely since there were no adults to nag me. How could I not sigh?

I had planned to take a leisurely nap after eating lunch, but there were too many distractions.

"Taeyang, are you going to play ball with us!"

"No! You have to play house with us!"

Ball games and playing house.

At first glance, it might seem like a typical gender-based dispute, with boys wanting to play ball and girls wanting to play house. But in reality, it was the opposite.

The ball games were for the girls, and playing house was for the boys. Were they trying to perform lingchi on me? Girls and boys tugged at my arms from both sides. Some even clung to my legs. In other words, four kids were hanging onto my limbs.

After a meaningless argument, the focus naturally shifted to me. Realizing that this was a pointless battle, the children turned their bright eyes towards me.

""Taeyang! What do you want to do!!""

As if they had planned it, two of them shouted the same thing at the same time. I gently shook off the hand of the boy holding my left arm.

"I’m just going to kick the ball around."

"As expected! Taeyang!"

The boys looked disappointed, while the girls felt the thrill of victory and clung to me.

I could handle playing ball, but playing house was out of the question. Especially if I joined them, I’d be stuck in the role of the mother. That would be truly horrible.

"Let’s gooo!"

A few cute girls grabbed my arms and body again, pulling me towards the ball pit. We played various games like tag, hide-and-seek, and "Statues." Although it was just running around, I enjoyed it.

As we played, there was natural physical contact, but I still didn’t feel any sexual desire or other inappropriate thoughts. But someday, we’ll all grow up.

"Is it fun?"

"Yeah!"

The girl who first grabbed my arm smiled brightly and clung to me again. No, she stuck to me.

I stroked her head like she was a pet. She seemed to like it even more and pressed her face closer to my chest.

My hand slid down from the top of her head to her cheek, feeling the soft, bouncy skin.

"Do you want to do something even more fun?"

"Something more fun?"

The girl looked up at me with sparkling eyes.

Anyway, time passes incredibly slowly, and I’m getting tired of just reading educational comics to pass the time. If I keep living like this, I might die of boredom before I even grow up.

"I want to!"

It wouldn’t be so bad to raise a few cute kids to my liking. At least it would make the time pass faster.