Gender Swap: The Introvert’s Broadcast

There’s a surefire way to wake up Yeram.
All it takes is playing a sound that no woman in this world could resist reacting to.

• Pa~ pa papa-papa~ paparapapa~

The melody from basic training rang out, stirring up old memories. I ignored the urge to grimace and kept playing it.
Sure enough, Yeram got up immediately.

“Ugh... I told you not to play that.”
“This is the only thing that gets you up right away.”
“You’re not wrong, but still...”

With Yeram finally awake, I helped her fully regain her senses and started preparing breakfast.
Normally, I’d put together something simple, but lately, I’d been so busy that I’d only been serving frozen food.

Today, I should make her something proper.

Sssshhhh—

While Yeram leisurely showered, I started cooking in the small kitchenette of our one-room apartment.
Today’s menu: kimchi fried rice.
The landlord often brought us kimchi out of pity, so we’d been making good use of it.

I chopped the kimchi, stir-fried it with rice, and added a few extras. Before I knew it, a delicious-looking dish was ready.

“Mmm, looks good.”

I wasn’t much of a cook, but this seemed decent enough.
Just as I was setting the table, Yeram stepped out of the shower.

“Oh, what’s that? Smells great.”
“Kimchi fried rice. Eat this and head to school.”
“Nice, thanks.”

Yeram sat down excitedly and began inhaling the food.

Honestly, I hadn’t expected yesterday’s stream to go so well.
I’d only hoped for a bit of buzz on the gallery.
So I couldn’t help but be surprised now.

[Turn on the stream, Dama! Turn it on, Dama! Turn it on!][3]
[Dama, slacking off all day again? Upvote if annoyed, lol.][2]
[Who is this Dama person you all keep mentioning?][6]
[Yesterday’s stream was fun, but is it worth all this?][1]
[This small-time viral stunt is annoying. Get off the gallery so we can have some wholesome content.][9]

An entire page of the Ifrit Gallery was filled with posts about me.
It was overwhelming.
I had expected some attention, but not to this extent.

Starting the stream was definitely the right choice.
As my viewer count grew, the gallery interactions would become even more entertaining.

Ahem.

I put my phone down and flipped it over.

“How can I help you?”

After all, I was still at work.
This part-time job paid slightly above minimum wage, so I couldn’t afford to lose it.

“Uh... I’m not sure what to get. Could you recommend something?”

A recommendation, huh?
I wasn’t an expert either, but I couldn’t leave the customer hanging, so I suggested something decently priced.

“Frappuccinos are quite good lately. I think you might enjoy one.”
“Okay, sure!”

The customer handed over her card, and I processed the payment without much thought.

“Excuse me!”

A female customer suddenly handed me a folded piece of white paper.

“What’s thi—”

Before I could finish asking, she quickly walked away, rejoining her friends.
I was baffled.

Did she just throw trash at me?
There’s a saying that the customer is always right, but that doesn’t mean part-timers are trash bins.

Curious and slightly annoyed, I unfolded the paper.@@novelbin@@

[I really like your style. Please message me at @grilvodp__20!]

“Huh?”

I couldn’t hide my confusion.

When I first realized I’d been transported to a gender-swapped world, I often imagined women constantly confessing their love to me.
It made sense in a reversed world, right?

In my imagination, men were delicate and women were insatiable creatures driven by lust.
But the reality turned out to be vastly different.

No matter how attractive a man might be, women didn’t throw themselves at him like rabid animals.
If anything, they approached cautiously.

Not that I’m saying I’m particularly handsome or anything.

Still, this situation was... unexpected.

“Hmmm.”

It had been ages since I experienced something like this.
Actually, this might be the first time in my life.

Well, unless you count that time in middle school when a male classmate kept trying to touch me.
But anyway, that’s beside the point.

What mattered now was that someone had confessed to me.

Phew...

I calmed my racing heart and opened the gallery to post about it.
There wasn’t anyone I could ask about this, but the Ifrit Gallery usually had some insightful replies.

[Author: Uncovering London’s Secrets]
[Title: Just got confessed to at a cafe—what’s going on?]
[Content: (Photo) I’ve never experienced this before. What should I do?]

I’ll admit, part of me wanted to brag.
Getting confessed to for the first time in my life?
That’s definitely something worth sharing.

As I stared at the note, lost in thought—

Ding!

The door jingled as it opened, and a familiar face walked in.

“Hey there.”
“Oh, you’re here?”

Yeram had arrived, bringing a friend with her.
This was a common occurrence, so I didn’t think much of it.

It was nice to see someone I knew.

“What’s that in your hand?”
“Oh, this? It’s a long story—”
“If it’s long, don’t bother.”
“I’ll explain later. Just don’t leave yet.”
“...Do I have to?”

Yeram, wearing a skeptical expression, placed her coffee order and sat down nearby.

“Five iced Americanos.”
“Got it.”

Thanks to Yehwa, my coworker, handling everything efficiently, I had some spare time.

I brought the drinks over to Yeram’s table.

“Thanks.”
“Wow, my brother personally delivered this? Amazing.”
“Next time you come alone, order something. I’ll make sure they bring it to you.”
“Yeram, stop saying nonsense.”

As their lively chatter filled the air, I pulled up a chair and cautiously spoke to Yeram.

“Hey, sis.”
“What?”
“Your brother finally received one of those.”
“One of what?”

She seemed clueless, so I handed her the note.
It was too embarrassing to explain out loud.

Ahem.

Feigning nonchalance, I pretended to be busy.
A moment later—

“Ew, who would confess to you? Clearly a scam.”
“No way. My face totally justifies it.”
“Gross.”

Yeram made a gagging gesture while her friends, now curious, looked at me.
Reluctantly, I passed them the note.

“Oh...”
“Who’s the girl confessing to him?”
“It’s surprising he hasn’t received one before, honestly.”

Unlike Yeram, her friends acknowledged my worth.
This was a properly functioning society—one that recognized a person’s value.

“So, you got confessed to. What’s the point of showing this to us?”
“I thought you’d find it interesting.”
“Not really.”
“No need to be shy about it.”
“You’re unbelievable.”

Sensing Yeram’s reluctance to fully process the situation, I gave her some space.
Sometimes people need time to accept their feelings.

Standing by the counter, I checked my phone.

Ding!

Notifications kept pouring in.
Apparently, my gallery post had become quite the hot topic.

Carefully, I opened the gallery and read through the comments.

[Author: Uncovering London’s Secrets]
[Title: Just got confessed to at a cafe—what’s going on?]
[Content: (Photo) I’ve never experienced this before. What should I do?]

L: Stop talking nonsense.
L: How could you get confessed to? LOL.
L: Someone needs to expose this guy’s gallery account.
L: For real, LOL.
L: If we knew your identity, we’d spread it everywhere.
Hwanhee: Forget the confession—when’s your next stream?
Hwanhee: I’m bored.

As expected, no one believed me.
I couldn’t help but feel wronged.

“Why...?”

The confession was real.
Feeling frustrated, I left another post on the gallery.
It was almost time to finish my shift, and I planned to stream as soon as I got home.

[Author: Uncovering London’s Secrets]
[Title: Going live soon @@@@@@@@]
[Content: Get ready and stay tuned.]