Three Sisters?
After finishing the meal, he parted ways with Sangwoo and headed back to the Rose Garden.
"Aw, no. Aphids."
He fetched the sprayer he'd preloaded with pesticide and carefully doused every infested spot. Gardening, it turned out, suited him surprisingly well — tending flowers, coaxing them into bloom with his own two hands. Whenever he saw the beautiful results, his chest swelled with quiet pride.
With the day's work done, he put away his tools, brushed the roughness from his palms, and glanced at his watch.
"Better get back to my room. Fast."
Yesterday, right around this very hour, he had turned into a woman. If that unspeakable business was going to happen again today, he wanted to be safely behind a locked door when it did.
But as he hurried back, his body began to heat up all over again.
"Nngh... n-not this again."
The racing pulse, the climbing fever — by now he knew exactly what it meant.
"Come on. Hold out just a little longer."
At this rate, he was going to transform right there in the middle of the path. Cold sweat beading on his skin, Junyoung scanned his surroundings in a panic.
"Damn it. Isn't there anywhere I can hide?"
His darting gaze caught on the outdoor shower stalls beside the pool. They were walled with frosted glass — perfect for staying out of sight.
"That'll do. In there."
He sprinted over and shut the door with a clack, and only then did his lungs remember how to work.
"Phew. Made it."
Barely a few minutes after he'd slipped inside, the heat drained away and his pounding heart settled.
"No way..."
Junyoung looked straight into the mirror in front of him. He'd hoped against hope, but sure enough — a woman stared back.
"Haah... I'm losing my mind. How am I supposed to get back to my room like this?"
Turning into a woman out in the open, over and over, was slowly killing him. It wasn't as if he could rearrange his work hours at will, either. Whenever the heat came on, his best option seemed to be hiding himself somewhere, exactly like this.
"What kind of bolt from the blue is this?"
Junyoung sighed and dragged a hand down his face. This calamity of a transformation had shattered his everyday life beyond recognition.
"Well... I did sleep with Nawol once, so I guess that makes it all okay?"
Straining that hard for a silver lining, he couldn't help but snort.
"Okay. Room first."
He cracked open the shower stall door — and came face to face with someone entirely unexpected.
"What the—?"
A shadow fell across him. Sensing something off, he cautiously lifted his eyes.
"Hyaah!"
Standing right there was Lee Chaeeun — the woman he'd seen only that morning.
"Who are you?"
"Uh, that... that is..."
Flustered, nothing would come out. She could surely tell from his work clothes that he was one of the estate's staff — he could have just said he'd been cleaning and slipped past naturally — but the shock had jammed the words in his throat.
"Ohh. You work here?"
She asked it while eyeing his dirt-stained coveralls. Only then did he collect himself enough to answer properly.
"Ah — yes."
"A cutie like you, doing rough work like this."
One corner of her mouth curled upward.
"I'm... sorry, what?"
He had no idea what she meant by that, and while he stood staring at her blankly, she took hold of his wrist and pulled.
"Perfect timing. Swimming alone is boring — come with me."
"Excuse... me?"
Junyoung's startled eyes went wide as a rabbit's.
Before he could get a word out, she pressed a swimsuit into his arms. He accepted it in a daze, his face a portrait of confusion.
"We can change here and head out together."
Only then did the situation click. Chaeeun had apparently come to this outdoor shower to change into her swimsuit in the first place.
"What are you doing? Hurry up and put it on."
She began stripping on the spot, changing into her own swimsuit without a shred of hesitation. When she suddenly whipped off her top, Junyoung's face flooded with disbelief.
"Um, e-excuse me—!"
The possibility that he might refuse clearly hadn't crossed Chaeeun's mind at all. His gaze locked onto her bare torso.
Holy shit, those are huge.
They were beautiful, enormous breasts — the kind that commanded awe whether you wanted to give it or not. They were so large that the bra she'd been wearing had looked a size too small.
Topless, she shimmied out of her skirt as well, revealing panties no bigger than the palm of a hand. Face to face with a woman in nothing but her underwear, Junyoung flushed scarlet to the ears.
S-she must just think of herself as a woman, right?
Externally, she was one, so she seemed perfectly at ease stripping down. Nothing in her face suggested she could dream, even in her wildest imagination, that the person standing before her was a man in his mid-twenties who'd already done his military service.
"Aren't you changing? Here, put this on."
What she handed over was a bikini that looked smaller than his palm.
"You want me... to wear this?"
"Yep. Why? I'm wearing one too."
This could hardly be called clothing. Judging by the size, it would barely manage to cover his nipples and crotch. How was he supposed to wear something like this? Sweat prickled out along his back.
"I, um... I..."
From the situation, she clearly wanted to swim and mess around together. Fine — he could grant the swimsuit, even. But was he really supposed to accept her invitation this thoughtlessly? He wavered, torn.
"Change fast so we can go play!"
Impatient to the bone, apparently — she closed the distance, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and yanked it straight up.
"Wha—!"
Startled, Junyoung clapped his hands over his chest. Thanks to his sudden transformation he wasn't wearing a bra, and his bare chest was exposed on the spot.
"Hmm. Pretty tits."
Whether it struck her as odd that he was going around without underwear, he couldn't tell — she simply stared openly at his breasts.
"Never worn a bikini before, is that it?"
Junyoung nodded. Of course he had never once worn a scrap of cloth like that in his life.
Apparently deciding that his hesitation came from simple inexperience, she thoughtfully began dressing him in the bikini herself. Helpless, Junyoung was swept along in her wake.
"Turn around for me?"
He did as he was told, and she wrapped the top around his chest, then reached behind him to tie the strings.
"I-I can't wear something like this."
Junyoung looked at himself in the mirror. The swimsuit was so small it barely covered his nipples. How was anyone supposed to walk around outside in something this obscene?
"Your skin's so pale, though — it really suits you."
She was right; even he could see it suited him. The problem was that he was too mortified to look at himself properly.
"Now the bottom."
Before he could get a word in, she yanked his pants and underwear down in one motion. She'd grabbed them together as she pulled, so thankfully she didn't discover that he'd been wearing men's underwear.
"Nngh! H-hey, wait—!"
Junyoung cried out, face blazing. They had known each other all of five minutes, and she was stripping him bare without a by-your-leave. He was too flustered to form a single word.
"There we go — lift your leg."
Paying him no mind whatsoever, Lee Chaeeun swiftly finished dressing him. In an instant, the scrap of fabric was hauled up over his lower half, the panties fitted snugly against his crotch. Honestly, "panties" was too generous a word — it was a thong. A tiny triangle shielded the front of his pussy, and the back was nothing but string, his ass left entirely bare. How anyone could walk around in this was staggering to comprehend.
Words forgotten, Junyoung stared at his own reflection. A beautiful girl in a bikini gazed blankly back from the mirror.
That's... me?
"I-I can't go out in this!"
He forced the words out with all his courage, but Lee Chaeeun ignored him completely, busy changing into her own clothes.
"Sure you can."
She had stripped off even her underwear and was stepping into a bikini of a similar design to his. Unlike him, she was practiced at it — she reached back, tied the strings with ease, then turned toward him.
"Wow."
Her figure drew admiration without even trying. Maybe it ran in the family — she had the same glamorous build as Nawol, only more muscular. This was a body that plainly spoke of serious, regular training. Beautifully bronzed skin, and beneath her large breasts a defined line of abs — the longer he looked, the hotter his face burned.
Then it happened.
She pulled off her skirt and underwear together — and what was revealed in that same instant made Junyoung recoil in shock.
"Hyaah!"
Chaeeun had a cock between her legs, too.
At the sight of that massive thing swinging free, Junyoung's mouth fell wide open.
"H-how..."
How was this even possible? He couldn't close his jaw.
"Aww, surprised? A girl with a cock — shocking, right?"
She gave her cock a little swing and stepped closer. Junyoung froze like a statue.
Like sisters, then — of course Chaeeun would have one too. Could it be something in the family bloodline? His mind spun in circles.
"First time seeing a cock? You're so innocent — it's cute."
It wasn't as if he'd never seen one — he looked at his own every day. It was the sight of one attached to a woman's body that had stunned him. Then again, after yesterday's similar shock, it hit a little less hard this time.
Chaeeun finished changing her bottoms as well. Unlike his palm-sized scrap of fabric, hers were ordinary panties — cut with enough room to actually hold a cock. That was the one difference between them.
"All dressed? Let's head out, then."
Wait — outside?
Junyoung's eyes went perfectly round. Swim, dressed like this? What if someone saw them? What was she thinking? Panicked, he waved his hands wildly.
"I-I can't go out there in something like this."
"Why? Embarrassed? God, you're so fucking cute."
C-cute? No one had ever called him that in his entire life.
While he stammered in confusion, she seized his arm and pulled him toward the door.
"L-let go of me!"
Since when was a woman this strong? He was utterly outmatched. Dragged along by her relentless grip, he ended up outside after all.
Thankfully, the meticulously maintained outdoor pool was deserted.
"Over here."
Chaeeun had been hauling him around at will this entire time.
"Haah... what is even happening right now?"
When he came back to his senses, he was lying on a beach chair, with Chaeeun stretched out right beside him. She lounged there at her ease, but Junyoung's mind was a tangled mess. Her image from that morning floated up in his memory — back when he'd watched from a distance as she stepped out of her car and headed into the main house, he'd never imagined he would end up lying beside her like this.
"And on top of that..."
Of all things, Chaeeun had a cock too. One shock after another, relentless — his brain couldn't keep up and had simply overloaded.
"I'll put some tanning oil on you."
She reached over, produced a bottle from somewhere, poured a measure of oil into her palm, and began rubbing it into his skin.
"Hah, w-wait a second...!"