The Stars of the Adult Game Appear
Still riding a wave of raw excitement, I had stripped down without a single coherent thought in my head when—
Bzzzt… bzzzt…
A vibration buzzed from inside my sports bag. Reality snapped back all at once, and with it came a flood of shame and helplessness.
I changed out of my soaked panties and pants, then dug out my phone.
Hui-yeong~♥
A message from the girl I'd just met.
Reading her texts, the heat that had been surging through me slowly drained away. Worry rushed in to take its place.
"Ha… if I was going to get isekai'd into something, why couldn't it have been the game as-is?"
From the very start, nothing matched. I sat down at the desk and forced myself to stay as calm as I could.
"I should write down every guy I'm going to meet. Before I forget."
Even if reality and the game had fused so thoroughly that the future was a blank, the men who showed up in NTR games always shared the same basic types. Especially if this reality had blended with a game I'd played obsessively.
"The classic golden-boy type… the ripped, hot-blooded underclassman… the big shot around town… the filthy slob who lived like a pig…"
The more I organized the list, the deeper the despair sank in. One wrong step and I was almost guaranteed to end up starring in some extremely graphic event with every single one of them.
"Ha… I used to be a guy. And now I'm supposed to do it with people like that?"
I slowly ran through the cast in my head. The golden-boy type and the well-built underclassman weren't the worst options, at least. Clean looks, handsome faces, solid bodies.
"The problem is the older guys. What the hell am I supposed to do about them… ha…"
When I'd been playing, they were pure stimulus. Dirty, zero masculine charm on the surface—but then that massive cock would slowly corrupt you, driving a wedge between you and the male lead. The ultimate amplifier for that delicious sense of betrayal.
"I don't even want to talk to someone like that."
I stewed on it for a long while before a thought about the male lead suddenly surfaced. The guy who'd spent high school building a bond with this body.
"The diary mentioned Se-yeong. That has to be the male lead."
I pulled the high school yearbook off the shelf and found the name Lim Se-yeong soon enough.
"Wow… he looks so weak. Even his name sounds like a girl's."
The textbook NTR-game male protagonist. Frail looks, timid personality—the complete opposite of the bright, healthy heroine.
I decided to meet Lim Se-yeong and figure out how I wanted to handle things going forward.
"February fourteenth… that's two days from now."
I still had about three hours until evening. Given how this game worked, he was almost certainly living nearby—better to see him the moment I could.
I called him right away.
"A-yeong, are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I'm better now. How did you even know?"
"Ah— Hui-yeong texted me. Glad you're alright."
"Thanks for worrying. More importantly, can you meet right now?"
"Sure. Ten minutes, apartment complex entrance?"
"Sounds good. See you in a bit."
I hung up and got ready to leave. I was about to throw on the sweats hanging in the corner of the room when something in the far corner caught my eye.
"Ah… a heart-shaped box of chocolates."
Probably something this body had prepared. I had zero interest in making things work with the male lead, though—and I doubted meeting him would change that.
I was heading out when Dad called me back.
"A-yeong, where are you going?"
"Just meeting Se-yeong out front for a bit."
"It's freezing out. Go meet him at Dad's cafe."
The mention of the cafe sent a strange jolt of dissonance through me. He used to work at a major corporation everyone knew. Why was he running a cafe now? Looking at him sitting at home only made the question sharper.
"Dad, if you own the cafe, why are you home right now?"
He answered with a face that said he was sick of hearing it.
"That again? The cafe near the house is being watched by the junior I trust most."
And just like that, a man's face floated up—oddly ugly features, a heavy gut, and that way he used to push himself on me. Along with it came the memory of one particular part of him that always made a strong case for itself inside his pants.
Ah… so the junior Dad trusts is one of those guys.
Earlier memories came flooding back with it.
"Dad, that guy keeps looking at me in this creepy way!"
"Come on, don't be like that. You can't judge someone by their looks."
"It's his eyes, though. I don't want to run into him."
I could still feel that sticky gaze crawling over this body. It had the unmistakable weight of a main-cast character. I decided to go to the cafe and confirm it for myself.
I met Lim Se-yeong at the complex entrance. He'd looked small from a distance, but up close the impression was even stronger—more boyish than masculine.
"A-yeong, you made it. Why'd you want to meet, though? We were supposed to see each other in two days."
"Yeah. It's freezing, though—want to talk at my dad's cafe?"
I steamrolled past whatever he'd been about to say and headed for the cafe.
As we walked toward the shop in the commercial strip near the complex, I turned over what kind of relationship I wanted with the male lead.
Quiet, kind personality. A soft, delicate frame. Under normal circumstances maybe—but I already knew what was coming. The other men weren't the type to stop just because I was tied to the male lead, and Se-yeong himself didn't look like someone I could lean on. I needed to see this "trusted junior" of Dad's at the cafe before I made any decisions.
Ding~
Inside, middle-aged women were chatting at tables all over the place. Behind the counter, a man was hard at work pulling espresso shots. At the sound of the bell he glanced toward the entrance, then broke into a smile aimed straight at me.
The second I saw him, I knew.
"School hasn't even started and it's already beginning."
I was muttering under my breath when he came straight over.
"A-yeong, you came! Want me to make you that mocha you like?"
The way he practically vaulted out from behind the counter the moment he saw me told me exactly how starved he was for female attention. There was something oily in his smile, and his tone had that forced-sweet quality of a guy in his early forties trying way too hard.
Before I could even finish sorting my thoughts, he grabbed my hand and steered me to a seat.
"Sit tight right here. I'll bring you a nice warm mocha."
He was all kindness for me alone, completely ignoring Lim Se-yeong as he headed back to the counter.
Se-yeong sat across from me and whispered,
"I think that guy really hates me."
"Just ignore it. People are like that sometimes."
I answered halfheartedly and finished organizing my thoughts.
I already knew the cafe guy, and through Dad we were tangled up whether I liked it or not. Lim Se-yeong, on the other hand, wasn't remotely manly and wouldn't be any kind of support. I'd considered using him if he turned out dependable—but that clearly wasn't happening.
"So, A-yeong. Why'd you call me out?"
"Just… starting school soon. I'm excited and scared at the same time."
"You were always good at sports. You'll adapt fine. We're going to the same school, so if it gets hard, I'll help."
"More than that, about two days from now…"
I was about to cancel our plans for the day after tomorrow when—
"Coffee's ready."
The cafe guy set the drinks down. I glanced up and caught the unpleasant smile he was aiming at me. And this was the middle of winter—he was wearing thick pants, and yet…
"Alright then, see you next time."
Something was pushing hard against the fabric, making its presence aggressively known. Exactly the kind of detail you'd expect from a character in an adult game. I shoved the stray thoughts aside and finished talking to Se-yeong.
"About that plan we made for two days from now."
"Yeah—the one where we go to Gyeongbokgung."
Hearing "Gyeongbokgung" only confirmed it. Leave it to a hopelessly dull male lead to pick the most old-fashioned date spot imaginable. I canceled on the spot, determined to keep any deeper connection from forming.
"Something came up. I don't think I can make it that day. I'm going to be busy all through February—let's meet in March if I free up some time."
"Really? Okay…"
His face fell the moment the words left my mouth. I didn't feel a thing. The one who'd been close to him was the previous owner of this body—not me.
We talked a little more about university, then I went home. The moment I stepped into my room, the conversation with Se-yeong at the cafe refused to leave my head.
"Even smaller and frailer than he looked in the yearbook. Not a shred of masculinity. Honestly, it's kind of frustrating."
Lim Se-yeong had a kind heart and the will to help—but whether he could actually do anything in the situations this body was about to face was another question entirely.
That smaller, softer frame than I'd expected, plus the timid way he'd acted at the cafe… whatever faint hope I'd been holding quietly died.
"Leaning on the male lead is a lost cause. I'll just… keep things casual with him."
I pushed the thought aside, and the cafe guy rose in his place—that massive silhouette straining through thick winter pants. Exactly the kind of presence an adult-game character was supposed to have.
"This body is seriously sensitive… just thinking about him and my nerves are already on edge."
A real worry settled in: when the situations this body was destined for finally arrived, would I be able to hold my ground without my resolve crumbling?
I sat on the bed, steadied my breathing, and tried to sort my head—then my eyes landed on the jeans I'd peeled off earlier.
I touched the spot still slick with arousal. A little of it lingered, sticky under my fingers. Looking at the jeans dragged the whole earlier scene back through my mind.
"Just how sensitive is this body? Why does it react this hard?"
The curiosity drifted naturally toward the previous owner. Who had she been? What had she worried about? And how on earth had she survived in a body this responsive?
"Hah… I got way too worked up earlier. Let's take a slower look at everything else first."
I forced the restless heat down and decided to search, carefully, for anything that might actually help.