Bathhouse Common Sense (1)
Jin Ha-eun and Kang Geon-yul's official face-to-face was incredibly awkward. I tried to ignore it, but it was obvious he'd overheard my entire conversation with her.
"Get along well, you two in the same boat~"
"Ah, yes…."
Geon-yul and I were fundamentally the same, so neither of us felt entirely comfortable around Jin Ha-eun. Given the situation, we kept it polite. We'd shared that we were both possessors, but that didn't make us instant buddies.
I'd rather we didn't get too close in the first place.
Geum Ye-rin and Jin Ha-eun were both total sluts, no two ways about it. And from what I'd seen so far, Jin Ha-eun seemed even more dangerous. Someone might scold me for calling a friend a slut, but ironically, in this world, that was a compliment. Geum Ye-rin actually loved being called a slutty bitch.
Anyway, back to the point—on looks alone, Jin Ha-eun seemed more like a model student than a bitch. Compared to Geum Ye-rin's blatant blonde-tanned gal vibe, she was tame. But if you went by actual experience, Jin Ha-eun crushed her. Plus, Geum Ye-rin at least owed me one and respected my owner-pet dynamic with Geon-yul, but Jin Ha-eun had no such restraint.
"You gotta watch out for her."
"Huh? Out of nowhere? We're in the same boat."
"True, but… she's not our type. She came to this world and just adapted, but from what I saw, it's not adaptation—she was probably like that even before possessing."
"That's no good."
I said goodbye to Jin Ha-eun—my dorm with Geon-yul was the bitch-accompanied one, while hers was the standard women's dorm—and as soon as I turned away, I warned him not to get close to her.
"I'm serious. Be on guard. We can't even trust she's really a possessor. It's like we both hold a kill switch on each other."
"She has a kill switch on her just now?"
"You were listening, right?"
I furrowed my brow slightly and looked up at him. He had this dazed, entranced look, pretending to listen but clearly not. It pissed me off, so I crossed my arms.
"Sorry, I was lost in thought."
"I can guess what about, so just spill it. We both know it's best to talk these things out right away instead of bottling them up."
"Ahem, well… I didn't mean to, but I overheard everything you said."
I sighed deeply, nodding like I'd expected as much. I'd deliberately picked a secluded spot to talk to Jin Ha-eun, so how the hell did he stumble upon us?
"From where?"
"Uh, pretty much the start. For the record, I was just looking for the bathroom and wasn't following you, so no misunderstandings."
"Fine, fine. And so what if you were following me? You think I'd report you as a stalker? Not even sure stalking's a crime in this world anyway."
I waved it off, and he finally relaxed a bit. The way he dove straight in gave it away.
"It's not that, but at the end of your chat with Jin Ha-eun, you talked about our sex… review. I've been thinking—it's with me, but I've never heard how it was from you. I'm curious."
"Curious about what, sigh…."
"Come on, wouldn't you be? A girl who knows both male and female pleasure talking about it?"
"I never did it as a guy?"
"You jerked off all the time! Just give me the rundown, yeah?"
I knew why Geon-yul was like this. It wasn't just curiosity about the difference between male and female orgasms. He wanted to know if he'd satisfied me enough.
I get it….
If it were me after my first time with a girl, I wouldn't ask outright, but I'd wonder if she really enjoyed it, if she came from me. Part of me wanted to hurt the smug bastard a little: "You're all talk in bed; you need practice." But looking at his face, I couldn't.
"D-don't look at me with those sparkling eyes."
"You never know. We might return to the original world. If I get a girlfriend there, your feedback would help me satisfy her."
"Feedback my ass, ughhh."
I turned away, mumbling after a pause. He'd heard everything in the classroom anyway, so no point hiding.
"You heard it all, but it's the same as what I said in class. Female orgasms are way stronger. And objectively, your dick's not lacking in size, so no complaints there."
"Not lacking? Bro, mine's fucking huge."
"Look at you, instant ego boost. Who's 'bro'?"
"My birthday's earlier. How about calling me oppa for once?"
"Shut up. And don't get too cocky about your size. Foreigners are bigger."
I wasn't even sure about that last bit. It was porn-star level, and considering Western guys' stamina issues, his was top-tier, elite even.
Maybe my wavering eyes gave it away, because he pounced.
"Be honest. I didn't catch it all, but most of it. So, how's it with me?"
I gritted my teeth. My words from earlier replayed: his dick was big, spanking made me feel it more, dirty talk while thrusting got me hotter. Hiding now would just look stupider in front of someone who'd heard it all.
"Fine, okay."
"What?"
"Sex with you feels good. Happy?"
"For real?"
"Yeah. But don't think I wanna do it every day or anything. It's like a chemical reaction—our bodies just click. Don't get ideas."
Once I gave him what he wanted, he grinned and sidled closer.
"…Don't come closer."
"Tell me more."
"W-what more?"
"I'm not bad at it, right? Just in case we go back and I get a girlfriend."
"Argh… whatever. I haven't tried anyone else, but you're not bad. So no need to freak if we return to reality."
"Heh heh…."
"What're you laughing at? It's annoying."
He was beaming like an idiot at my praise, and damn if it wasn't kinda cute. I was trying to stay serious but ended up chuckling.
Wait, cute?
My face twisted. Fuck, did I just think a dude was cute? A hairy-legged guy? Was my brain broken?
"If you're annoyed, wanna feel better?"
"Sh-shut up. Let's just head home."
"Or girlfriend mode after so long? Feeling it today. Been building up."
And there he went, seizing the moment now that the mood lightened and I found him cute. He'd closed in and was rubbing my ass.
Normally I'd shove him off, but…
Ah, fuck, that feels so good….
After all that dirty talk, his big hand stroking my ass had me secretly enjoying it. I wished he'd grab it hard.
"Not 'after so long'! Interview tired me out. Gonna game and crash."
Thankfully, I mustered my self-control and resisted. My pussy was getting wet, nipples hard, but the bra hid it. To not get caught aroused, I brushed off his hand and strode ahead.
Geon-yul, pondering something behind, caught up and grabbed my wrist.
"If you're tired, perfect spot to unwind."
"…Where?"
He whispered like it was a big secret, perking my ears playfully.
"Bathhouse?"
I thought a sec.
"Let's go."
…Couldn't pass up the women's bath.
No matter the altered common sense world, bathhouses weren't mixed. Like the separated dorms, they had men’s and women’s sections, just like back home. Safe, in other words. One of the rare public spots where women were truly secure.
Men wouldn't get punished for entering the women’s side, but hardly any did. Aside from clueless kids thinking it was the horniest place, no one targeted women there. Why bother when better spots existed? Bathhouses were for actual washing.
"Women's bath review."
"Hell yeah."
Still, I was curious. Why'd I agree to his bathhouse idea instead of home? Simple.
I'm a girl now—I can go to the women's bath!
The men-forbidden zone. Even as a little kid before school, I'd always gone to the men’s with Dad, never Mom's. Gave me this weird fantasy about it. Probably nothing special, but curiosity lingered. Folks said it was full of aunties and grannies… but that was the old world; this might differ.
"Two. One guy, one girl."
Geon-yul paid, and the owner lady handed bracelet-keys and a small box, pointing the way in.
"What's the box?"
"Dunno?"
Keys for lockers, obvious. But the box?
He unwrapped it.
"Condoms."
"Why condoms?"
Sudden dread hit. Sections were separate, and we'd probably just bathe, skip sauna. Why give condoms?
"Wh-what. Just courtesy. See you after washing up."
"Might take a while?"
"How long you planning to sightsee?"
"Heh heh heh…."
I cackled evilly, waving as I split from him toward the women's sign.
"Hold up."
"Kyaa?!"
Someone grabbed my tail as I entered. My bitch tail linked to my ass—yanking it tugged the anal plug, sending intense pleasure.
"Hngh, uuuuh… what the…."
"Excuse me, are you her owner? You can't let a bitch roam unsupervised."
"…Huh?"
Too busy fixing my tail to reply. Geon-yul answered for me.
"Bitches go to the men’s with their owners. Think I'd wash with a filthy beast? Gross."
"Ah…."
Only one type of woman could talk to a man like that: the top-tier Woman Class. Bitches or females would get dragged off.
Th-that's how it is?
I rubbed near my asshole, piecing it together. Like the theater, bitches couldn't enter alone. Treated like toddlers or animals, I had to go to the men’s with owner Geon-yul.
Crazy… knew I shouldn't have come…!
Would've begged a refund, but too many eyes. Had to play along or risk misfit label—especially after Jin Ha-eun outing me as a possessor.
No choice.
I shut my eyes, scurried to Geon-yul, clung, and wagged my tail.
"Woof! Master, wash Chae-a please!"
The woman glared, embarrassed we shared a "gender." Geon-yul petted my panting, crouched head like a cute dog.
"Our Chae-a wanted to wash with Master, huh?"
"…Yes♡"
No need to overthink which side drew me more, gender aside.