Common Sense at a Friend's House (1)
I finally left the school after everything was over and reunited with Geon-yul. I was still walking around with no panties on, the bitch tail plugged into my ass, while Geon-yul was dressed impeccably. I snuck a glance at the front of his pants just in case, but there was no bulge. He wasn't hard.
"Earlier..."
"Shh, it's dangerous here. Let's go somewhere safe."
"Where?"
"Hm, my place?"
I widened my eyes. I'd been to Geon-yul's house plenty of times, so I knew the place, but after what happened earlier, I couldn't just follow him so easily. It even made me a little wary.
"No problem. Unlike your house, I live alone. Even in this weird world, they don't bug regular citizens' homes with surveillance cameras or bugs, so we can talk there."
"...Okay."
"Sigh, I have so much I want to say... Let's talk when we get there. For now, let's move fast. Text home that you're staying over at a new friend's place and running late. Should be fine."
"Hah, don't order me around one by one."
Geon-yul blinked a few times at my petty rebellion.
"...What?"
"I-I can handle that much myself. Who do you think I am, a real dog? Telling me to call home and whatever... I got it."
"..."
His flustered face. It felt like I'd snapped at him over nothing, and I felt a bit sorry, but getting one over on him brought a strange thrill too.
"Sorry. My bad. I didn't mean it like that. You know?"
"Yeah, sure."
"But your tail..."
"What's wrong with the tail?"
The tail, which had been drooping limply until moments ago, had perked up and started wagging happily after I got one over on Geon-yul. From what I saw earlier, this tail plug wasn't just decorative—it seemed like some high-tech gadget that actually read my emotions and moved accordingly.
"Wh-what's with this... Don't stare. Let's just go already."
Embarrassed, I quickened my pace to get ahead of Geon-yul, but then I realized he'd see my bare ass cheeks—exposed with no panties and the tail swaying—and freaked out, hurrying back to his side.
"Ughhh..."
Without a doubt, this was the worst day of my life.
"Come in. It's pretty cramped, so I can't say make yourself at home."
"Yeah, even if the world's changed, not much is different here."
Geon-yul's room was exactly as I remembered it. A computer, a bed, a desk and table squeezed in—a typical one-room setup for a guy in his twenties living alone.
"Sniff sniff, the air smells kinda..."
"Oh, haven't aired it out. Sorry. But thinking about what we're gonna talk about, opening the window now feels off."
"I see. It's fine, whatever. It's not like it reeks of night-blooming flowers or anything. This is tame. I wonder if my room was always like this."
Maybe because I'd been outside, or maybe because my body had changed and I was more sensitive to smells, but Geon-yul's room reeked of that unmistakable man smell. A scent I hadn't noticed in my own room this morning. Must be the setting that I'd always been a girl in this world. My identity was fully female, and everyone around me—family included—knew me as a girl. Everyone except Kang Geon-yul.
"Yeah, no way your room would smell like pussy. When would you even have time to jerk off? In a world like this, if I were you, I'd be out fucking every girl I see."
"...I haven't."
"What?"
"I haven't done it with anyone yet."
Geon-yul, who was hurriedly tidying up, gave an answer I never expected. He came to this Altered Common Sense World as a guy and hadn't done anything yet? He expects me to believe that?
"Why are you staring like that? It's only been a week. And I've been busy looking into this world—no time for that."
"Whoa... fuck, anyone'd think you're boring as hell. Like sex takes that much time and you're too busy. Hell, here you could just grab any passing girl and say 'pussy' and she'd spread her legs—a whole truckload of 'em."
"St-stop..."
"So you've just been jerking off alone in your room even in this world? Are you impotent or something? Dude, if I were you, I'd have five by now..."
I stopped teasing when a sudden chill hit me. This setup felt too familiar. I'd seen it a million times in pornos or hentai—what happens to a girl who provokes a guy too much in a closed room like this.
"Anyway, forget that. Tell me more about this world in detail. You're a week ahead, right?"
"Sigh, fine. Sit comfortably first. And... take that out. It's like your uniform—you only need it at school."
"Oh, right. Mind if I use the bathroom?"
Taking it out wasn't as hard as putting it in. The problem was the extra pleasure. I didn't want to make weird noises in my friend's bathroom, so I clamped one hand over my mouth and pulled it out with the other, desperately holding back.
"Ngh, hff... ughh..."
Slowly, gently. I'd slathered gel around it to avoid injury, easing it out carefully. A tiny pop sounded, quiet enough for only my ears, but it was mortifying.
"Hoo, hoo..."
I washed the tail plug and my ass thoroughly, then put my panties back on. My butt still felt weird, but this was another sensation I'd have to get used to.
"Ugh, this is such a hassle. And I have to wear it every day? Already feels daunting... Hm?"
I rubbed my ass over my panties as I barely made it out of the bathroom, and there was Geon-yul at the table with two cans of cola, his face a bit flushed. The reason was obvious.
"...You heard?"
"Sorry. The soundproofing here's crap."
"How much? The... pulling out sound too?"
"Nah, just your voice."
"Sigh."
Not thrilled, but what could I do? He didn't eavesdrop on purpose. Hearing a guy moan probably just grosses him out. In a huff, I spread my legs casually like old times and plopped down on the floor in front of the table—only for something to whoosh over my head.
"What's this?"
"A blanket. Cover up and sit."
"Oh... right. Got any pants instead?"
"I have some baggy training pants from a bad purchase. Want those?"
"Better."
I went back to the bathroom, took off my skirt, and slipped on the black three-stripe tracksuit pants. Yeah, this is it. Way more comfortable. Skirts had been bugging me all day anyway. A blanket's not bad, but it feels too girly.
"A bit big, but wearable."
"Good, now sit. Let's talk."
"Hm, shall we start with... the worldbuilding?"
I wanted to ask about him getting hard earlier too, but the timing wasn't right. I was pissed then, but now that some time passed, I'd cooled off. Better to bring it up casually later. No need to make it heavy. Above all, our 15 years of friendship weren't so fragile over one slip-up. As long as he doesn't cross the line.
"Worldbuilding, huh, tricky. Like you saw, 'common sense'—especially sexual common sense—has flipped completely. Just like those altered common sense manga series. Most women exist solely to satisfy men's sexual desires, and men are used to it."
"What I'm wondering is this: why did I and my family become totally different people, but you're the same?"
"That's... probably parallel worlds. This is a parallel world full of lewd common sense, like you know, and here you were always a girl. They might've tweaked your whole lineage to turn you into a beauty."
"That's creepy."
I get I did something wrong, but that's malicious as hell. Meanwhile, Geon-yul's appearance is unchanged. Why send a legal reader here? ...Ah, paradise for those guys.
"Yeah... so that's it. I've got the warnings down, and since we can't find a way back to the original world anyway, we'll adapt for now. Let's share what we learn about this world's common sense bit by bit."
"Good. That's what I've been busy with. Every place has its manners and etiquette, and they're all beyond imagination."
"I can guess. Just today, from greetings to the entrance ceremony..."
Imagining how many absurd acts were jammed into our normal daily scenes was scary enough.
And the next thing to ask...
"Hm."
"Mm."
"Hot in here."
"Fan might have dust."
"Yeah."
Ah, this is it for sure. We're both tiptoeing around it. Should I say it first? He's the week-veteran, so he should bring it up, right? All sorts of thoughts raced through my head, but I cracked first—I can't stand awkward vibes.
"That thing, y'know. What you mentioned in the bathroom. The contract or whatever."
"Oh... master-servant contract?"
"Yeah, that."
My voice dropped. Master-servant contract—basically, me becoming his bitch and him my owner. Of course, Geon-yul wouldn't actually treat me like one, but in public, we'd have to follow 'common sense.'
"Right, we should look into that. From what I know, you do it at the civil affairs office or ward office."
"But if my rank drops, I could get demoted to onahole class or toilet meat class. Can we contract first?"
"There are probably exceptions. Let's check together. Should be fine."
Geon-yul turned on the computer and sat in the chair. I sat on the bed beside him or paced behind, watching. Yeah, this setup. Familiar. We'd done this tons in the old world when I visited—me watching him game, chiming in from behind. Except the screen showed bitch contracts and civil affairs office rules instead of games. Still, it felt normal, even in this absurd world. Made me feel good.
Bzzzzt!
Then my pocket phone vibrated.
"What?"
"I, I don't know either..."
A call came from someone.