Yeon felt strange.
A soft yet firm hand trailed down his chest, fingertips grazing over his skin before reaching his nipples, pinching, twisting then a sharp gasp escaped his lips.
"I... it hurts..." he murmured, almost whining.
Before he could process the sensation, something warm pressed against his lips. The kiss deepened, tongues meeting in a heated dance that stole his breath away.
One leg intertwined with his, locking him in place. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, heat surging through him, pooling low in his stomach. And then—
He felt it.
Something hard. Pressing against him.
A sinking realization gripped him. His eyes widened in alarm.
"Wait… you're not a woman?"
The figure looming over him let out a low, amused chuckle. It was deep, undeniably masculine.
They reached up and pulled off their wig, revealing tousled short hair. The maid's uniform came off next, unveiling a body far more muscular than Yeon's own.
And then, the skirt dropped.
Yeon's gaze trailed downward. His soul nearly left his body.
Bigger. Thicker. More impressive than he could ever dream of.
The man stretched, rolling his shoulders before tilting Yeon's chin up with two fingers. A smirk played on his lips.
"Since I have a bigger dick, should I be the top?"
********
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Yeon shot up from bed, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding like a war drum.
His breaths came in heavy gasps as he clutched his sheets, struggling to shake off the vivid remnants of the dream.
What the actual fuck was that?!
He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to calm down. But just as he began to steady himself, he felt it.
A familiar, unmistakable stiffness beneath the blankets.
Slowly, hesitantly, he lifted them.
...
He slammed the blanket immediately.
"No. No, no, no, no, NoOoOOo"
Groaning, he buried his face in his hands.
He couldn't fucking believe it.
His first wet dream… was a gay sex scene.
And worst of all...
He liked it.
*****
"I'm home— Oh yikes, what the hell happened to you?"
The door swung open, revealing Yeon's older sister, Seon.
As soon as she stepped inside, she was greeted by the sight of her younger brother sprawled out on the couch, looking completely drained of life.
"Did you even sleep?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I finished the game I was playing..." Yeon mumbled.
Seon glanced at the screen and squinted. "Wait, isn't that a game for women?"
'The Royal Shoes'. A full-on otome gacha game featuring four male leads, marketed almost entirely toward a female audience. The story? 90% smut. But hey, Yeon still enjoyed playing it.
Because who said men couldn't enjoy a good story?
"I'm not gay, sis..." he muttered defensively. "I'm just bored so I played the game you've been obsessing last year"
"Uh-huh. If you say so." Seon rolled her eyes, setting the groceries down before heading to the kitchen. "So? Who was your favorite?"
"No one."
"No one? Seriously?"
Yeon scoffed. "The crown prince is a selfish bastard, the duke is an obsessive mentally ill prick, the pope is an idiotic narcissist, and the mage is literally a minor. Oh, and don't even get me started on the knight, he's a fucking simp. I don't get how they all fall for the heroine just because 'she's pretty and cute.' It's so cringe."
"And yet… you still played it to the end."
"Because I liked the second prince!" Yeon sat up, suddenly defensive. "He's the only one with common sense. He actually does his job as a prince instead of screwing around like the crown prince. Ugh, why isn't he the main love interest instead?"
Seon paused, thinking. "Wait… isn't he the one who pretended to be a maid on the first day?"
Yeon stiffened.
His face turned red.
He grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it.
"...Don't remind me of that," he mumbled.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
After ranting about The Royal Shoes, Yeon sank deeper into the couch. With finally feeling the exhaustion took over him.
His eyelids grew heavy, and before he knew it, sleep took over.
Somewhere in the distance, a voice called his name.
"Yeon..."
He groaned, shifting slightly. "Sis... just a minute..."
But the voice didn't stop. Over and over, it kept nudging him awake.
"Yeon... hey wake up..."
He grumbled in irritation, turning to the side.
"Yeon."
His patience snapped.
With a groggy scowl, he cracked one eye open, only to be met with a blurry figure hovering way too close to his face. Before his sleep-addled brain could fully process the situation, instinct took over.
BAM!
Yeon slammed his forehead forward with full force.
"Argh! Sis, shut it! I need to sleep!" he barked.
A sharp yelp followed.
"Ack!"
Wait. That didn't sound like Seon.
Yeon blinked away the last bits of drowsiness, his mind finally catching up to reality.
In front of him, wincing and clutching her forehead, was not his sister—but a girl.
A girl with soft, curled pink hair, her brows furrowed in pain.
She looked up at him, teary-eyed.
"Yeon... w-what's wrong with you?"
Yeon's stomach dropped.
His brain short-circuited.
Who the hell was this woman?!