Blazing Magic and a Cold Shower
“Unnie will just hold your hand and sleep together.”
“Whoa… jackpot!” My heart was pounding with excitement from finally unleashing magic with my own hands. Had I ever concentrated this hard in my entire life? Even in the ranked game promotion series when it was 2 wins and 2 losses, hanging on the final skirmish, I don't think I'd focused like this. The thrill of breaking free from my days wasting away in a dark room, actually putting in the effort and achieving something—it wrapped around me like electricity.
First things first, let's check out the magic I'd conjured. What I'd summoned wasn't some harmless little spark; it was a massive blaze raging fiercely around me. A flame like this could turn a Hard Mode 1F ogre into ogre barbecue without breaking a sweat. What was it that novel protagonist said when they got OP magic like this?
“I am now death itself. The destroyer of worlds?”
I cringed the second the words left my mouth. Way too chuuni. My face burned with embarrassment. Still, silver lining in the disaster: that shame didn't last long. Because... chiiiiiissssh—a massive torrent of water poured down from the ceiling.
The fire alarm blared, and the sprinklers kicked in. Even that intense inferno was no match for the water; it got snuffed out in seconds.
“Oh yeah... this is my house, isn't it?”
With cold water dumped on my head, my brain—overclocked like a CPU—cooled back to normal. Now I had the luxury to look around. One glance, and I realized the mess I'd made.
“What a disaster.”
I'd been lost in awe at my own power watching the flames devour everything, but the truth hit: that “everything” was my room. Bed, desk, drawers—every piece of furniture was scorched black and ruined.
Is this how the beaver feels when its dam collapses overnight?
The acrid smoke from burning stuff stung my nose and eyes. Time to get out and think later. I flung open the front door and stepped outside, where Yisul stood with a frantic look on her face.
“Seha! You okay? Come with me, quick!”
She looked ready to grab my wrist and bolt. I dodged her hand and scanned the surroundings.
The fire alarm from my blaze must've sent everyone evacuating to safety. Most front doors hung wide open—no time to lock up in the rush. Normally, I'd smugly think, 'I made all these people flee. I control their emotions.' But not in front of Yisul, who was genuinely worried.
She gave me a puzzled look when I avoided her touch, then her expression slowly shifted.
She's finally pieced together what happened in my room.
I had no face to show, so I just hung my head. Why did these embarrassing moments keep piling up around her? This wasn't some kid's prank—my whole room had burned, evacuating the entire inn. Awkward silence stretched on, like getting scolded by my elementary school teacher. I peeked at her nervously.
Yisul spoke first. “Looks like the crisis is over, so I'll call everyone back. For now, go shower in my room.”
Only then did I notice I was soaked to the bone from the sprinklers. I started to ask for her room key, but she'd already vanished from sight.
Is Yisul disappointed in me? That quick turn of her back as she hurried out sparked worry.
“Nah, no way.”
I shook my head, denying it. The last glimpse of her face had relief—glad I was unharmed.
Pondering Yisul didn't last; the cold water was making me shiver. My trembling body screamed for a hot shower. My bathroom? Toast from the fire—not happening. She must've thought of that when suggesting her room.
“But how am I supposed to shower without the key?”
Luckily, no need to dwell. Everyone had fled in a panic, leaving doors unlocked. Hers was probably wide open too.
Shower spot sorted. Next: clothes. “Please tell me the stuff we bought today didn't all burn...”
Jackpot—the fire got doused fast enough that the closet was spared. After grabbing pajamas, I checked the drawers... and froze.
The drawer spot? Empty. Towels, underwear—all reduced to ash.
Thinking back, that mana connection I'd sensed was near the drawers. Fire started there, so of course they went up first.
“What now?”
If this kept up, I'd be a barbarian in just pajamas—no home, no undies.
Yisul wouldn't want to see me wandering around commando.
Decision: borrow towel and undies from her. Off to her place.
This was only my second shower as a girl. The first time, I'd bashed my head on the wall in a daze, too out of it to think. This time? Different.
“So this is a girl's body, huh.”
Muttering the #1 forbidden line from those “first time with the opposite sex” lists, I examined myself. Skin pale like it'd never seen sunlight. Slim figure that'd earn holiday nagging from elders to “eat more.” And secondary sexual characteristics...
Stopping there. Even if it's my body now, staring holes feels wrong.
Topic switch: replaying how I'd cast the spell. Simple summary: In the massive mana flow, I found my mana and nudged it.
Finding it? Pure luck. Or instinct? Too soon to call it talent.
But controlling it amid the torrent? Separate issue. Ever seen a movie plane explosion? Hole from a missile, people sucked out by pressure. Reach to save one? You're gone too.
Mana was the same. Tiny tweaks against the flow? Futile. So what'd I do? Not fight it—use it.
At peak connection, I poured everything into twisting its nature. Modeled on frustration when it wouldn't obey: vent that raging energy, explode outward! Like yelling in anger or slamming your staff.
“That's it!”
I'd infused the image of bursting mana everywhere, so it resonated and boomed. Reproducible? Doubtful. That peak focus, channeling pent-up emotions—might be one-shot. But I'd grown as a mage. This sensation holds potential.
Magic pondering done just as shower wrapped. Towel right there on her bathroom shelf. Dried off, skin soft and fluffy, now for undies.
“Where're the panties~?”
Guilt over rummaging her room without permission? Fleeting. Our closeness made it comfy.
Opened a drawer—
“Eek!”
Bra in plain sight; I flinched away. Old male ego lingering? Felt like sneaking a peek at forbidden fruit.
Felt it hugging her before, but damn, bigger than they look.
Last scraps of conscience: skip cup size, hunt another drawer. Six or seven opens/closes later—success.
First thought: Do all girls wear these? Unlike guy undies prioritizing comfort, this had lace, less fabric. Yisul's bolder than I thought—no comparisons though.
Point is: “I have to wear this?”
Even adapting to girl mode, hands shook. Hell, my old bear panties sounded better! RIP to the ashes.
Hesitation just prolongs shame. Eyes shut, I slipped them on slow.
Thinner, silkier than expected. Nice.
Stretchy—no sag, no pinch. Pajamas on too. Meant to wait for her, but...
“Yawwwn.”
Too much today. Speech, date, magic. Past midnight now—yesterday's chaos. Kid me conked out before New Year's bells every year.
Can't crash on her bed. Sat in chair—sleep hit instant. Eyes drooped in seconds; off to dreamland.
That distant “Unnie will just hold your hand and sleep together”? Probably imagination.