Childhood Friend's Common Sense (2)
My throat tightened. I couldn't breathe. But right in the middle of the street, with people milling about, Geon-yul dragged me along without a care in the world.
"S-sorry! I must've mistaken you for someone else. It's my first time here…."
"Mistaken? I'm Kang Geon-yul. I'm just fucking pissed that you can't follow even one basic rule of etiquette, so I'm dragging your ass. And hey, I was bored anyway before the entrance ceremony kicks off."
"What?"
"When you're bored, nothing beats playing with a bitch's pussy."
Every word out of his mouth was utterly absurd. Yet there was no sense of wrongness. It felt completely natural, like he'd been this kind of guy his whole life.
I tried resisting silently with my body to avoid drawing attention, but there was no way my soft, fleshy woman's body could overpower a gym rat like him. No matter how hard I struggled, one yank from Geon-yul and I went sliding along.
And even that failed—I couldn't avoid notice. People around us started glancing over and chattering.
"What's going on?"
"Just some guy disciplining his bitch, right?"
"No big deal."
"See that collar? She's just your standard-issue Bitch Class girl."
How the hell is this no big deal? I'm being dragged away here! In the real world, someone would've stepped in or called the cops, but no one lifted a finger. They could all see me fighting back.
It had to be the collar and uniform. Aside from the Woman Class, every girl in this school existed to serve the boys—and that was just common sense here. With the collar, everyone assumed I was Bitch Class. Which, well, I was.
"Geon-yulll…."
Pathetic as it was, all I could do was whimper his name in a teary voice. I was utterly powerless.
"In you go!"
That's how Geon-yul dragged me all the way to the public restroom in the nearby park. He flung me down onto the filthy, damp floor of the men's room like discarded trash.
As I bit back a groan and endured the pain, he kicked open stall doors one by one, checking if anyone was inside. Once he confirmed they were all empty, he hauled me into the farthest one and shoved me in.
I remembered what that guy—who seemed to be Geon-yul's friend—had said earlier. Something about me being ruined? I had no idea what that meant, but I had to resist somehow. Though in this world, resisting a guy recklessly could lead to even worse punishment.
My head was spinning.
"I-it's me… Yoo Jin! You really don't remember? It's me, come on? You showed me that comic, that's why I ended up here, right? Say something, dude!"
"Keep it down. Talk about that shit out loud here and we're fucked!"
"Huh?"
I blinked a couple times. Was this really Geon-yul? Just moments ago, he'd been the rough Kang Geon-yul threatening to wreck my pussy, but now he was back to the Geon-yul I knew so well. It was so seamless, like he'd just taken off a mask. Made me wonder if he had split personality or something. How does a person switch like that in an instant?
"You… you're really Kang Geon-yul? The one I know?"
"Yeah, it's me. Toon-top Elementary, Bell-ah Middle, No-pee High. I remember it all. I got isekai'd from the same comic as you. Well, my body's the same, so maybe transmigrated? Whatever."
"Wh-what happened? And you believe me that I'm Yoo Jin? It's weird I even have to say it, but… I used to be a guy, right? You remember that too?"
Geon-yul kept his ears perked, anxiously checking for anyone coming in, lowering his voice. When I got excited and raised mine, he'd press a finger to his nose, shushing me to be quiet.
"Yeah, I remember. I do. I'm the Kang Geon-yul from your world. Did you read the comic I sent you right away?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Then… for some reason, we both read it at the same time, but I got dropped here a week earlier."
"A week? So you've been here for a week already?"
Geon-yul nodded in affirmation.
"I've been poking around this world for a week. You probably figured this out already, but this is the world from that Altered Common Sense comic series I sent you."
"Obviously. First thing this morning, Mom's trying to feed me rice topped with what looked like cum, the family's all a bit off, and the uniform! Look at this thing…!"
"Whoa, uh, maybe don't flash it. Anyway, lucky for me, I'm still a guy, so I could move around freely. And that's how I discovered the biggest problem in this world."
I replied in a bored tone. "Worse than me turning into a girl, or getting slapped for not greeting some rando properly?"
"It's connected to that. You know there are more than just you and me who got isekai'd here, right?"
"No? There are others?"
Geon-yul nodded quickly.
"Not a ton, but they definitely exist. But think about it—no matter how perverted the comic, these are people from a Confucian country. You think they'd keep their heads straight right after transmigrating?"
"No way. Especially if they landed in a girl's body…."
Yeah, they'd slip up and reveal they came from the normal world. But that "normal" is abnormal here. That's the problem.
"So, what happens then?"
Geon-yul's face grew heavy. "They're labeled social misadapters and incinerated."
"…Social misadapters? Incinerated?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. I don't know if the higher-ups know about transmigration, but if you act obviously unhinged by this world's standards in public, they weed you out and burn you. Dead."
"You saw it yourself?"
"Of course."
I dragged my hands down my face. "Fucking insane."
So that's what Mom meant this morning, worrying if I was a social misadapter. If I'd acted even a little more awkward at breakfast, my family might've reported me, and I'd be toast. Literally. I'd be dead.
Insane, insane, insane! What kind of fucked-up world is this? There was no death penalty for social misadapters in the original!
"Th-then why'd I transmigrate as a girl? Guys have it easy! What's awkward about guy behavior? Just fuck every girl you see—totally normal here! You kept your real body, so why'd I have to be the girl…."
"Sorry, but you're not the only one. Most transmigrators are girls. Guys are rare."
"Why? Most readers of this shit are dudes, so why turn them into girls…."
"No idea yet."
Something flashed in my mind as I muttered. "…Pirated."
"What?"
"I-I read it on a pirated Korean site. Not the paid legit one you linked."
"Dude, even if… wait, that kinda makes sense…? Yeah, most of the social misadapters I saw hauled off were girls…."
So my one moment of cheap laziness landed me this shitty punishment? Karmic payback? Self-loathing hit hard; I couldn't even lift my head.
"You okay?"
"Like hell I am. What the fuck do I do now?"
"…."
"They said I'm Bitch Class. No way I can spend my life getting weirded out by random guys forever."
"If you can at least climb to Female Bitch Class…."
"You know how brutal that climb is from the comic. Should I just bite my tongue and die? Does incineration hurt a lot?"
I forced a laugh into my voice, but I wanted to bawl my eyes out. No one to lean on. My family might report me as a misadapter, and now I have to find an owner to play bitch for the rest of my life? Emotions swirled in chaos.
I knew it wasn't Geon-yul's fault, but I still wanted to blame him. He sent me this comic so he could enjoy harem life fucking hot girls, while I… I….
"Get out of the house first. Move into the dorm."
"The dorm… sniff… safe?"
"Room with me. I checked—mixed doubles are allowed in two-person rooms. We'll be fine together. No need to watch our backs inside the room."
"But school life…."
"Can't be helped. Gotta endure some. But you're Bitch Class, right? There's one solution for that."
A solution? I stared at him wide-eyed. But his expression was weird—embarrassed, maybe? I wondered why.
"What's the solution?"
"Look, before I say it, don't get the wrong idea. You're my friend, we're both dudes—total bros. I'm just suggesting the best option. No ulterior motives."
"Spit it out already. What?"
"Well."
Geon-yul averted his eyes a bit.
"…Serve me as your owner. Become my exclusive bitch."
"…?"
What? I couldn't even speak. Part of me wanted to scream like in some dramatic scene, but fear of being overheard made me whisper shakily. "What… did you just say?"
"No choice. You know from the comic—Woman Class is for super-elite types. Female Bitch Class lets you work, but you take all kinds of harassment on the job."
"Don't even get me started on below that."
"Yeah, Onahole Class and Toilet Meat Class aren't even human. But Bitch Class is different. Find the right owner, and you live better than most Female Bitch girls."
Oh yeah. An exclusive bitch with one solid owner only serves that one guy. Her pussy and every body part belongs to him alone—absolute rights no other dude touches. Unless the owner dies or loses her in a bet, which is super rare.
"Me as your owner means no uncomfortable orders, just keep you around. Problem solved. Unless you hate the idea."
"This is… haa…."
Even as a fan who'd reread the series a ton, it was the best option. Contract with him, and no other guy can touch me. They'd go to jail trying. With Female Bitches everywhere, no one's risking that.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"…Can I really trust you?"
"What kinda question is that?"
God, this guy's dense. I hesitated, then mumbled. "You say that now, but what if we fight someday and you ditch me in a huff? Or touch me? You just punched my gut for bad manners…."
"Dude, fuck. You really think I'm that kinda asshole?"
"N-no, but! Guys can own multiple bitches, so even if you say no plans now, some other bitch frames me and sways you…."
I couldn't meet his eyes. My gaze darted everywhere.
"Haa."
He sighed. "…Sorry. I'm the one depending on you here, and I'm nitpicking. Let's do the owner-pet contract. Someone'll explain the process."
"Yoo Jin, we're 15-year buds, right?"
"Y-yeah…."
He stared straight into my eyes, unlike me. His gaze felt heavy; I turned away instinctively, then realized I had to face it.
"Trust me. Just do it. Nothing else to say. If the me you've known for 15 years seems like that guy, then sorry."
"No, you're not! I'm just paranoid, uh, sorry."
"Cool. Let's make it work. Nothing's changed. You're Yoo Jin, I'm Kang Geon-yul. Old school chums, okay?"
"Obviously! Might not even be so bad! How many people actually end up in a lewd comic world? Hot girls in slutty clothes everywhere—eye candy city."
"Right? Haha, that's the one perk that gets you hard."
For a split second, Geon-yul's eyes flicked over my skirt—so short my panties were basically on display—and my uniform top, gaping open to flash underboob in the breeze, flaunting its lewd design.
"…Haha."
Awkward silence hit.
"But… about earlier. Hitting me in public."
"Oh? Ah… yeah, sorry. Had to sell it so no one suspects us. Girls have a mandatory first greeting for any guy: lift skirt, slight curtsy, flash panties. Memorize it—miss it, and you're busted. Core common sense."
"Ah…."
Off to a rough start.
"Oh, wait."
"What now? Entrance ceremony's soon."
"If that's the case, even with you as owner… in public with others around, we might have to do lewd stuff sometimes to avoid suspicion?"
"…Probably? But it'd only be with me."
Meaning we'd have to do stuff together. I couldn't say it aloud—it'd make it real. Random guys? Horrifying. Geon-yul? Unimaginable. Good or bad? Bad. Gross.
"I'll explain the entrance ceremony on the way."
"Oh, nice. Good call. Let's go."
But for now, I'd push those worries aside.
…No way it'd get awkward that fast, right?