The Transmigrator's Common Sense (1)

The moment I heard Jin Ha-eun's words, my body went rigid.

In a situation like this, asking if I like lewd comics? What the hell was her intention?

No way.

I had no idea how I'd ended up in this world, but originally, this worldview came from that lewd Japanese comic with the altered common sense concept that Geon-yul and I used to read. I'd heard that quite a few others who'd read it had been dragged here too.

Is Jin Ha-eun one too?

If she was mentioning lewd comics to check if I was a transmigrator, then the chances were high that she was one as well, since she knew about that comic's existence. It didn't seem like the locals in this world were fully aware that "social misfits" who got transmigrated after reading lewd comics were a thing.

If Jin Ha-eun really is in the same boat as us, then she's the first transmigrator I've met besides Geon-yul and me.

So-called "social misfits" kept showing up even after Geon-yul and I arrived, and I'd heard stories about the punishments they received. But Geon-yul and I had never directly spoken to any man or woman who claimed to be a transmigrator.

Not only was it hard for transmigrators to meet each other, but most got caught right after transmigrating.

Men might slip by, but women were basically caught 100% of the time. If it hadn't been for Geon-yul, I probably...

Just imagining it was horrifying. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them and stared straight at Jin Ha-eun's face. Was she really a female transmigrator like me? My heart raced with a mix of excitement and tension.

Until ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now, I'd only shared experiences from the original world with Geon-yul. This could be a chance to gain another comrade who truly understood.

But I couldn't exactly squeal with joy and welcome her with open arms. There was always the possibility she was scheming something.

The subtle standoff continued until Jin Ha-eun broke the silence first. She still wore that relaxed smile.

"You don't have to look so scared. I already know everything, and I'm the same as you."

"H-how...?"

I'd planned to bluff, but weak words tumbled out instead. She seemed amused by that too, chuckling lowly before poking my chest.

"Let's go somewhere safer to talk, bitch."

I had no choice but to nod.

She'd said "somewhere safe," but there weren't many places two women could go. In the end, Jin Ha-eun and I headed to a quiet hallway where few people passed and slipped into an empty classroom.

"Doesn't this look super suspicious?"

"Yeah, two girls coming here alone would raise eyebrows. But what can we do? Even if there's CCTV, it won't pick up sound. We're not about to fuck here or anything, so it's fine."

"F-fuck?!"

"Don't be ridiculous. I like guys. And you've got an owner, so one wrong move and you're in deep shit."

"Umm, got it."

For some reason, I wasn't into girls either. After confirming the door was firmly shut, I cautiously approached and stood in front of Jin Ha-eun.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"You already figured it out. I'm a transmigrator like you. Got transmigrated after reading that goddamn comic."

"F-for real...?"

The fact that Jin Ha-eun was a transmigrator like me—meaning she'd lived in our original world with normal common sense—left me stunned. Considering how she'd acted so far, it made sense. I still remembered how she'd spewed out even lewder vibes than the local bitches or onaholes.

It was bewildering to think a woman who'd acted like that was originally just a normal person like me.

"Why are you staring like that? Suspicious eyes."

"No, but... I heard there are a lot of transmigrators, but most who blend quietly into society are guys. Women get caught unless it's a special case."

"There are exceptions. You weren't caught, right?"

"I..."

I was definitely an exception. Transmigrating with a friend and agreeing to become his bitch just to survive? Not many would take that deal.

But that made me even more curious. Knowing how hard it was, I wanted to know how she'd survived.

"Wait, so were you originally a guy too?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Huh? Oh, it was a guess. Guys who read it legally kept their dicks, but the ones who read it illegally seemed to get turned into women as punishment."

"Ah, that rumor. Well."

"Does legal vs. illegal decide if you get gender-swapped?"

Jin Ha-eun shook her head at that.

"Nah. It's more like 'read it illegally and you drop in as a woman.' Most female transmigrators are gender-swaps since more guys read that stuff, but there are non-swaps too."

"Sounds like you've met a lot."

"I've been here a while. Met a few. No original women left now, though."

"..."

Silence fell for a bit. We both knew what had happened to the missing women without saying it.

I silently prayed for their souls and spoke up again.

"So, are you like... the leader of the transmigrators? Rounding them up into an alliance or something?"

"No. I was just lonely and sought out other transmigrators, ended up knowing a few. Nothing grand like a transmigrator alliance. Honestly..."

Jin Ha-eun scratched her cheek awkwardly.

"Transmigrator guys are great in bed. Met the girls along the way. You know the gender ratio heavily favors women."

"What?"

I doubted my ears and asked again.

"Maybe 'cause I know they had normal common sense originally. Sharing that secret makes it hotter when they dom me. Transmigrator perk or whatever— the few guys have huge cocks and insane stamina. One night flies by."

"W-wait! Even for a girl that's slut-shaming territory, but how does a former guy act like that...?"

"That's what I'm saying!"

Jin Ha-eun crossed her arms, frowning and raising her voice. Her small chest didn't emphasize much, but I didn't point it out.

"I was originally a girl! And yeah, I like sex! Guys build harems, why can't I satisfy my tastes?"

"...?"

"What? That look on your face screams 'A girl reading extreme male-oriented altered common sense smut?'"

"No, it's just..."

I couldn't deny it. Geon-yul and I were old friends with similar tastes, so we shared it, but it wasn't something to brag about publicly. Male supremacy plus altered common sense? Peak male-gaze stuff.

And I was probably right. Female transmigrators outnumbered males overwhelmingly, most being former guys.

"Girls read that stuff too...?"

"Ahem! Of course! Just like guys have niche tastes, so do girls!"

I could accept a woman reading it—even illegally. But one thing still baffled my common sense.

How the hell did she adapt so well?

Most transmigrators getting caught was inevitable. Waking up gender-swapped was shocking enough, then lewd demands hit and they flounder into arrest. Even non-swaps probably freak at their family's attitudes.

Yet she'd not only survived but fully adapted. Paradoxically, maybe she was always like that before coming here.

"Why are you looking at me like that!"

"Were you in... that industry in the original world?"

"Don't misunderstand! I was a model student there! Studied my ass off for three years of high school, got into med school!"

"Med school?"

Now my eyes widened. She was younger than me originally? I'd half-assumed from her demeanor that she'd done sex work back home.

"Reality and comics are different. Call it vicarious satisfaction? Modern society makes it hard to act on urges due to reputation or real life, so comics fill the gap."

"So you always had... that masochistic taste?"

"More like I just love sex. Getting gangbanged, fucked like a dog, treated like a slut. But in reality? Disaster. STDs, pregnancy risks."

"...Yeah."

It had turned into life counseling somehow, but I got what she meant.

"Here, though? No worries. No burdens on your shoulders. Unless you're Woman Class, women can't even have jobs. Just cum-dump holes for semen disposal."

"Wait, med school! With your brains, couldn't you at least make Woman Class?"

"Woman Class isn't just for smart girls. You need maxed-out woman stats. Even then, you're equal to the lowest men."

I knew this, but hearing it from her hit different.

"But with that brain, even if not Woman, you could've been Female Bitch or Bitch Class..."

"How many times do I have to say it?! I love sex! I chose Onahole Class on purpose 'cause I love getting pounded by random cocks, choked till I pass out climaxing and squirting!"

"...Quality pussy."

I got the gist now. Like me, a transmigrator, but unlike me, originally female with extreme masochism and sex addiction. Reality's constraints—reputation, studies—kept her from going full slut, so she vicariously enjoyed male-supremacy altered common sense smut.

Transmigrating let her indulge without restraint in a world that permitted it. For her, transmigration might've been a blessing.

"Yoo Chae-a, right? You keep painting me as a sex-crazed slut, but you're the suspicious one."

"Huh? Me?"

I let out a disbelieving laugh. This gangbang addict who showed hooker-level skills, went no-panties with a dildo soaking her pussy right before the interview—what was she on about? If experience counters floated over our heads, hers would be hundreds of times mine. Mine was a measly 1; hers at least triple digits.

"What's suspicious about me?"

"You were originally a guy, right? Just from that interview—paizuri skills, every line like an ero-novel heroine."

"Ero-novel heroine? I was just desperately acting to avoid suspicion! You meant every word, but I didn't!"

"Haha, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that was acting?!"

"Obviously! And paizuri's taught in school anyway? If you're mad 'cause your small tits can't do it well..."

"Kyahahaha!"

This time Jin Ha-eun burst into genuine laughter. Her real laugh was oddly unique, but I didn't comment.

"Paizuri's not that great! Guys I've been with say it's meh. Better to master fellatio!"

"They're just buttering you up 'cause you're bad at it."

"Why give an onahole lip service?!"

Where'd that smug smile go? I'd hit a nerve, apparently. She glared, panting, then poked my chest muttering.

"Anyway, a former guy with tit pride? Your owner massages them daily, huh?"

"...He doesn't do it daily!"

"Bullshit. Former guy finds an owner in freshman year right away. Signs a master-pet contract, wags a tail plug in your ass."

"That's...!"

"You sure you were a real guy? Maybe like me, a closet bitch slut from the original world? Or delusional thinking you're a guy."

"No way..."

Sensing victory, Jin Ha-eun puffed up, shoulders back.

"Obvious! Dorm nights pounding raw-dog creampie pregnancy sex till your womb's wrecked, and that's not enough—you apply for soccer manager to get fucked daytime too? Duh!"

"Not everyone's like you!"

"Hide those perky nips first!"

When did they get hard? I hurriedly covered my chest and snapped back.

"Contracting with him was my judgment call—for max safety in a world where any guy could fuck you without issue! Not 'cause I like him or wanna fuck!"

"Sure, cock-obsessed failed-male bitch."

"C-cock-obsessed? I swear on everything, I've never begged Geon-yul for sex—"

"Whatever! Guess Geon-yul sucks at sex then. Tiny dick maybe. Try other guys, you'll change your mind."

...What? This wasn't just insulting me—it was insulting Geon-yul. I chewed my lip, then muttered lowly.

"I don't do other guys."

"Why? Senior advice here—might as well enjoy the girl body. So many guys who fuck great. With your face and figure, tons would claim you as a bitch."

"...Geon-yul's not that bad."

"What?"

I spoke again.

"And his dick's not small."

"W-what the sudden...?"

Noticing my voice and the mood shift, Jin Ha-eun hesitated, then apologized.

"Dunno what, but sorry if I upset you. The owner bashing was a joke."

"Tease me all you want, don't badmouth Geon-yul. He's a good guy. And what I said is true."

"Okay, sorry. Touchy on weird shit... So how big? Missed it focusing on coach's dick."

I regained composure, roughly gauging Geon-yul's length between my hands and holding it to my belly.

"...This much?"

"No way."

"For real."

"Crazy. If that's true...?"

"Yeah. Super thick too."

"Why'd I miss a monster like that... No, ahem. Wrong track. Can I borrow him sometime?"

"..."

Jin Ha-eun backed off quick.

"Fine, just describe how it feels? First time seeing one that big."

Normally I'd never say, but I felt a strong bond with her. Geon-yul was my only close confidant, so this felt welcoming.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

I fidgeted my lips, pondering how to phrase it. Thinking of sex with Geon-yul heated me up inside, face flushing. I shyly covered it with my hand, whispering.

"It's so big the glans hurts going in, but once it's all in pounding my womb, my mind goes white, lewd moans come out automatically..."

"A-and?"

"Normal position, he gropes my tits; from behind, spanks my ass—makes me feel it more... Feels good... Pretend not to like it, but his dirty talk excites me more..."

"Fuck... so hot... Wanna masturbate in the bathroom... Oh, right. Collar's contraception, so creampies?"

"Y-yeah. Warm cum filling my womb..."

CRASH!

A loud noise from the back door. Someone male had tumbled in—Geon-yul, from the back of his head.

"Yo, your monster owner's here."

Ha-eun poked my side, whispering.

"He didn't hear everything, right?"

"Looked like he was eavesdropping."

My face ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠went from red to pale white.

...Any rat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠holes around?