Who Is This Blonde Beauty?
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This blonde beauty—who the hell is she?
TS Disease.
It was a contagious disease that started exactly ten years ago in China, affecting only men.
Rumor had it that the origin was a guy who ate raw goat milk there.
If you caught this disease, men turned into women.
In acute cases of TS Disease, the transformation from man to woman was perfect—and it happened in just one day.
The international health organization WHO classified it as Transformation (TS) Disease.
This monstrous disease that began in China spread through the air.
So even though it started there, it soon ravaged the world.
Five years after TS Disease emerged, the world's superpower, the United States, developed a vaccine to prevent it.
Pfizer or Moderna.
These two vaccines showed remarkable efficacy, allowing the world to gradually escape the terror of TS Disease.
But neither Pfizer nor Moderna was perfect.
You basically had to get two doses within a month, and even then, it wasn't 100% safe from TS Disease.
Even vaccinated, there was a 10% chance a man could still catch it.
So TS Disease became like the common cold—a disease the whole world just had to live with.
And my best friend Hyungjun ended up contracting the acute version that turns men into women.
Honestly, the odds of catching TS Disease nowadays were ridiculously low.
One in ten million people.
The vaccines had come a long way.
Now Hyungjun would live as a woman forever.
A blonde beauty, no less.
The girl who'd once been Hyungjun—now Hong Yuna—looked at me and said,
"Hey, fuck. What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
I put a little distance between us as I replied to Yuna,
"Yuna..."
"You asshole! Don't you start too. Just call me Hyungjun. I can't get used to 'Yuna' yet."
"Alright, Hyungjun. But isn't TS Disease airborne? You sure it's okay to just be out and about like this?"
"You dick. My best friend's turned into a girl, and that's all you have to say? Don't worry, asshole. I got the post-exposure vaccine, so it's not contagious."
Only then did I pull my chair closer and sit back down next to Hyungjun.
Fuck.
No matter how hot a beauty she turned into, I couldn't just jerk off every day.
Turning into a woman myself? Hard pass.
"That thing... Any cure?"
"If they'd caught it a few days earlier... maybe. But now? No way to fix it. I'm stuck as a chick with a pussy for life. Sniff."
Tears started dripping from those doll-like pretty blue eyes of Hyungjun's again.
I tore off a tissue without thinking and handed it over.
Fuck.
Fine, getting TS'd sucked, but why the hell did it have to turn her into such a goddamn manjjinnyeo beauty?
Hyungjun had always been kinda cute for a guy, but this was overkill.
Her face was completely different now.
And that body...
Those tits looked at least D-cups, with a tiny waist.
Cute wavy blonde hair, blue eyes.
Even knowing she'd been a dude, how could I not get a little excited with every guy's dream girl sitting right in front of me?
"Hey, but why'd your face have to turn out so..."
Hyungjun shot me a sharp glare.
"So what about my face???"
Well, whatever.
Fuck, it was true.
I just blurted out what was on my mind.
"So goddamn pretty? Fuck, man, when you first walked into that convenience store calling my name and plopped down next to me? Thought I was in some manga or some shit. You have no idea how shocked I was."
"Ah, fuck. Seriously, shut up. I'm already stressed as hell today."
Hyungjun covered her cute face with both hands.
"Stressed? What for?"
"Fucking assholes. Even after I told 'em I'm a guy, they kept hitting on me. You know how shitty today was? Nearly got raped, even. Crazy perverts... Real talk, how do guys rape a girl right now? No, a guy raping a TS... Fuck, I'm confused too. Anyway, all those dicks stressing me out today. Don't say shit like 'you're pretty' in front of me. For real."
Seeing the traumatized look on Hyungjun's face, those guys must've really gotten to her today.
But could you blame them? Even I was staring, and she was too pretty.
If even I—her best bro from back when she was a dude—was shaken, other guys must've lost their minds.
"Hey, what'd your family say?"
"What could they say? They're just like, 'Hey, we gained a daughter instead of a son.' Told me not to worry. Fuck. As if I don't have anything to worry about. Stuck as a girl forever. And my shooters from quilting? Wasted. So hard to line those up."
"Quilting?"
It was a new word to me, so I asked Hyungjun what it meant.
"Yeah. Quilting. What?"
I was about to ask Hyungjun straight-up what quilting was, but it seemed like such a normal term in this world that I didn't wanna look like an idiot who didn't know basic shit. So I pulled out my phone and searched it instead.
A culture born in an era of absolute male scarcity.
Men can receive courtship from many women.
Women who court a man are called shooters.
Men can date multiple women simultaneously until they choose an official girlfriend.
Shooter women accept this as normal.
Recently, even after getting a girlfriend, some men keep their shooters—makes it easy to pick one if things go south with the GF.
I finished reading about quilting and was floored.
What the fuck was this?
In this world, were men literally power and gods?
Quilting was the culture where men could openly cheat with multiple women until picking a real girlfriend—and in this gender-reversed world, dating several girls at once was totally accepted.
Even after getting a girlfriend, you could dump her and pick from your old shooters without any social backlash.
How fucking beautiful was this male-centered paradise?
Following quilting culture, I could date multiple women outright with zero issues here.
In other words...
Monday: Fitness club hottie manager Se-kyung.
Tuesday: Hyungjun's mom, Naeun Son.
Wednesday: PC bang clerk, blonde tanned bitch Jihye Han.
Thursday: Hyungjun's rude-ass big sis, Hong Yuri.
Friday: Accessory shop MILF boss, the protein thief.
Saturday: Convenience store clerk, bagel-faced model-bodied Lee Yu-bi.
And Sunday...
"Hey, Hyungjun. What're you thinking about so hard? Pour me a drink, asshole. I'm the drinker here. For real."
Gulp...
No.
No matter how insanely hot she was.
I couldn't fuck my buddy from yesterday... now Hong Yuna.
Couldn't eat Yuna like that.
As I poured her soju, my eyes kept drifting to the bulge of her tits straining against her black training pants.
Fuck.
This was Yuna's fault.
Why the hell come out without a bra?
Teasing my dick like this.
Yuna took a swig and casually groped her own chest.
"Ah, fuck. Already pissed about turning into a girl, but why'd these udders have to be so huge? My back's killing me."
Yuna's tits were so big compared to her slender waist that she rested her stacked hands on the table, offering them up.
But that just made her big, firm rack stand out even more.
My cock hardened without me even trying.
"Hey, Yuna. That... do something about your tits. Put on a bra or whatever. Even as friends, it's embarrassing to look at. Seriously."
Hyungjun—drunk off a bottle of soju, face flushed red—stumbled toward me.
Ah...
Hyungjun's—no, Yuna's—cute, fresh face and massive tits came closer, and my heart pounded uncontrollably.
No! Bad!
That's Hyungjun. Hyungjun.
My best bro we got wasted with yesterday, bullshitting about girls and laughing our asses off.
I waved her off wildly.
"Hey, you asshole. Back off. Don't come at me with those tits jiggling. Get lost!"
Wasted and staggering, Yuna kept coming closer.
"Ugh... you fuck. Don't tell me you're seeing me as a girl too? Hey, you aren't getting all heart-eyed over my huge tits, are you? You crazy bastard. Hey! Fuck. Seriously. Other guys can see me as a chick, but not you. Asshole."
Yuna tripped while walking toward me, foot slipping.
I instinctively reached out and caught her slender body as she fell.
-Squish... jiggly-firm...
Yuna's undeniable massive tits pressed against my chest.
And right in front of my eyes, her unreal pretty face.
Cute wavy blonde hair cascading to her shoulders.
Eyebrows dyed the same golden hue.
Mysterious emerald eyes sparkling like gems.
"Beautiful" didn't even cut it.
She was so doll-like it was otherworldly.
Even in a baggy Adidas tee meant for guys,
her voluptuous curves couldn't be hidden.
If a perfect dream girl ripped straight out of a manga,
it'd look exactly like Yuna in my arms right now.
Ah, fuck. This was too much temptation...