Common Sense for Interviews (1)
Surprisingly, Geon-yul had a sharp side to him.
As I'd mentioned from the start, I'd only agreed to play the girlfriend role for that one day. The moment it ended, we snapped right back to our original relationship.
That's interesting.
I'd been a little worried that, like with cigarettes or booze, getting a taste might hook him and make him cling even more. On the flip side, I wondered if my girlfriend act had been so awful that it killed any affection he might've had.
Eh, it'll be fine.
But I soon confirmed that the way he treated me hadn't changed a bit from usual, and that put my mind at ease.
In the dorm or when we were alone, he treated me like a friend. Outside, where people could see, we kept up the bitch-and-owner dynamic.
It was one of those days.
Like always, whenever we had free time on weekends or after classes with nothing to do, I'd hole up in the room. Geon-yul often joined me since going out felt awkward for him sometimes too.
"Mm, kinda bored."
But unlike me, Geon-yul wasn't a total homebody. Compared to me, he was way more outgoing and always headed out on holidays.
Even in this bizarre world, he often wanted to go out. I got it—sure, it was an Altered Common Sense World with all sorts of lewd comic-book rules, but strip away the pervy stuff, and society ran pretty normally.
Unlike me, who got hit hard by having a woman's body, Geon-yul could roam around just fine if he set his mind to it, like in our original world.
Even with my dedicated bitch collar on, I'm always on edge...
It wasn't just fear of other guys eyeing my body. Bitches like me couldn't do much without our owners anyway.
Take that movie theater—even if I'd gone alone without Geon-yul, I'd have been kicked out.
The name "bitch" wasn't just for show. We were literally pets, nothing more or less.
Looking at it this way, I'm grateful all over again.
He could've ignored that I matched his ideal type physically and just used me as a sex slave, friends or not. But Geon-yul took good care of me. He even granted my selfish request that was all about me.
Putting it all together, it made sense why I couldn't get mad when he said he thought of me as his girlfriend during sex. Psychologically, it probably felt easier that way anyway.
"If you're bored, just go out and have fun."
"By myself? What about you?"
"I'll be fine... Just go hang out. And don't let yourself get swept up with other girls."
"I get what you mean, but that sounded kinda like a jealous girlfriend. Feels weird. The girlfriend day's over, isn't it? Cycle come back already?"
"It's not like that, you idiot."
We bickered and chuckled lightly.
Even as I laughed, I felt something oddly bittersweet. Being able to laugh at jokes like that without a pang in my chest meant I'd gotten used to this situation too.
Humans really are adaptable creatures.
I can barely remember how I used to pee standing up anymore.
Anyway, after hearing me say to go have fun alone, Geon-yul thought for a moment before replying.
"You really won't come?"
"I'm good. I'd just cramp your style with your friends. And you'd have to treat me rough in front of them... it'd feel off."
"Mm..."
"...Doesn't it?"
"No, it's not that."
Geon-yul waved his hands hurriedly to explain.
"Don't take it weird. It's just... hanging out like this, I've gotten used to it. Lines I used to wring out of my brain to torment you now come naturally."
"What? You never seemed fazed by the acting from the start. You're just wired that way. Good at humiliating with dirty talk... that type."
"Y-You're one to talk!"
"What about me?!"
Damn, thinking of Geon-yul's humiliation lines made my body react on autopilot. I covered my lower half with the blanket and scooted away from him.
"You spit out those lines that get me hard while getting fucked so naturally! No hesitation, straight out—who're you calling out?!"
"D-Done talking? Getting fucked? Guess I'm not even a friend anymore? Like you said last time, what was it, o-o-onahole?"
"That slipped out! You watch lewd comics too—you know how it is!"
"I get the vibe, but it doesn't feel good hearing onahole! I'm not some masochist girl from those comics!"
"Masochist fits tho..."
"What?"
I glared seriously, and Geon-yul grinned sheepishly, fumbling an excuse.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll apologize for that. You can call me a living dildo too."
"...No thanks??"
Ridiculous.
The awkward air lingered briefly, but with my lips pursed, Geon-yul poked his protruding snout down with his fingers to lighten the mood.
"Agh, really."
I pretended to hate it, but it didn't feel bad.
After a few more exchanges, Geon-yul got ready to head out.
"So, where you going?"
"School."
"We're already at school?"
"Yeah, not far. Probably check out some clubs."
"Clubs?"
I tilted my head. Clubs? We've been enrolled for months already?
"Any still recruiting?"
I'd thought about clubs early in the semester too. Geon-yul had as well.
But realizing how insane this world was, we gave up quick.
"Soccer club seems open."
"Soccer club? Wouldn't they be the least likely? They've probably gelled as a team by now..."
I trailed off and clamped my mouth shut. Babbling more might make me sound whiny, like begging him not to join clubs and stay with me.
"Actually... during lunch, we play soccer on the field sometimes, so I got friendly with the captain."
"Oho."
"He saw me play and said even though recruitment's over, they'd take me if I joined."
"Connections, huh."
"Not connections. I earned 'em with skill. Anyway, I was hesitating 'cause leaving you alone felt iffy, but if you're cool..."
No way! I widened my eyes and flailed my hands dramatically.
"Ugh, I'm fine! What if I'm just in the room? You should go have fun. So soccer's mostly on holidays?"
"Dunno for sure, but probably?"
I nodded. Truth be told, being alone in this unnecessarily spacious bitch-shared dorm room without Geon-yul would feel creepy. It was built for three or four, so even for two it was big—solo was excessive.
But telling him not to play soccer over that would be too harsh. He was already holding back on girls for me; blocking his hobby too? Nah.
"Yeah, sounds good. Have fun with it. I'll stay here."
"Cool. Might join matches later—come watch then?"
"Obviously. I like soccer too."
I said it casually, but it stung a little inside. Back in high school in our original world, Geon-yul and I were both on the soccer team.
He shone with insane talent. In class matches, he was the striker every opposing team feared. In inter-school games, the hero the whole school cheered for.
Me? I was his friend, same team, but my skills sucked. Never scored, just shuffled as a meh defender.
Defenders matter in pro leagues, but in high school kickarounds, it was the spot for the not-so-good.
So while Geon-yul stuck it out till graduation, I quit after a year.
But the regret of not being good lingered.
After that, we graduated high school, college was busy as hell...
Now? Life was pure leisure. More free time than high school. As a bitch, no studying or job needed.
With this much spare time, even without talent, I could grind and improve.
Situationally, joining the soccer club could fulfill that old dream...
Sigh, how could I play soccer with this body?
Breasts that hurt and bounce when I run. A bit of movement, and my posture turns girly. Wide hips make my ass sway—how to play soccer like that?
Even binding my chest, I couldn't match male players physically or skill-wise.
This world barely has women's sports anyway.
I'd searched once out of curiosity—women's soccer didn't exist. Even in our world, some women's sports lingered, but most vanished.
No point investing in women's minor leagues when men dominated.
...They went lewd instead, naturally.
Olympic event: squirting the fastest? Makes no sense...
One women-only event was fastest squirt; I got scared off world records.
Anyway, no soccer for me. That was certain.
"Right, you like soccer too. We were on the team in high school. Nostalgic."
"Eh, old news."
"Wanna join?"
Geon-yul's words made my eyes go wide.
"M-Me? With the guys?"
"Oh, yeah... Sorry, but you couldn't play."
"Wasn't planning to anyway, for real..."
"Lips pouting again."
Geon-yul smirked and continued.
"Not as a player, but you could still join the soccer club."
"How?"
"Manager!"
"Soccer club manager?"
Geon-yul nodded.
"Yeah, not playing, but helping from behind. Schedule practice games, handle chores, cheer hard."
"What? If not playing, what's the point..."
"Just think about it. I'm off!"
"Yeah, have fun."
After seeing Geon-yul off, I hunkered in the corner, lost in thought.
"Mm..."
I'd bluffed disinterest in front of him, but honestly, I was wavering.
"What to do."
Maybe just check it out.