Hypnotic Masturbation (2)

"Nngh……."

I must've fallen asleep. I dazedly opened my eyes and lifted my heavy body. My head felt foggy, like it was shrouded in mist, and a pleasant languor mingled with a strange muscle ache throughout my body. Moonlight filtered quietly through the window into the serene night sky. It was a profoundly peaceful scene.

Swish— The blanket I'd been under slid smoothly from my shoulders, down over my chest.

"……?"

A cool morning breeze—or was it night?—touched my chest, and I looked down. What entered my vision wasn't the familiar male body I saw every day.

Skin glowing transparently in the moonlight, flawlessly pale and creamy without a single blemish.

'Huh, why am I naked?'

I rummaged through my memories of the day. I'd turned into a woman because of this damn System's tricks, and Yuna's sudden visit came rushing back vividly. I'd barely managed to send her away, and then…… after sending her away…… I'd collapsed into bed and fallen asleep…… right?

I vaguely remembered unbuttoning my shirt because it was suffocatingly tight around my chest.

'Did I take it off in my sleep……?'

Biting my lip hard at the thought of my slovenly body, I decided I should at least put some clothes on. I placed my hand on the sheet to get up.

Squelch.

"……?"

Squelch? I grabbed the sheet where my hand had touched and pulled it up to my face. What assaulted my nose wasn't the smell of sweat.

It was too blatant for sweat—floral yet fishy, the distinctive scent of mucous membranes.

'Did I sweat this much?'

Sure, yesterday's extreme tension had made my heart feel like it was going to burst…… but this was way too much. Looking closely, the entire sheet was soaked starting from where my body had been—a total waterbed.

"What the actual fuck……."

I let out a deep sigh, balled up the drenched sheet, and headed to the washing machine. I couldn't help but lament my own body for sweating like this. In 25 years of life, I'd never soaked a bed this badly. Was a woman's body naturally this metabolically active? A hollow laugh escaped me.

After wrestling with the sheet and starting the wash, the sticky feeling trickling down my skin became even more pronounced.

"Shower…… yeah, gotta do it……."

If the sheet was like that, my body was obviously worse. The sticky clinginess all over was disgusting. Especially the gross viscosity between my thighs kept nagging at me.

"Gotta do it anyway. Eyes shut, get it over with……."

I psyched myself up like someone facing a massive battle and headed to the bathroom. I closed the door and cautiously turned on the faucet.

Shhh— Warm water hit my body amid rising steam. My tensed muscles relaxed, washing away the fatigue, and my nerves eased just a bit.

But the relief was short-lived. The moment I looked down at my pale skin glistening transparently under the water, I had to catch my breath again.

"Ha…… it's seriously pretty."

The reflection in the mirror looked like it had jumped out of a painting. Mystically glowing sky-blue hair and jewel-like eyes. Her features were so delicate that anyone passing by on the street would lose their mind on the spot. Sure, anyone hearing this might think it was obnoxious self-praise, but to me, this woman in the mirror was undeniably someone else. She had to be.

And…… not that I want to say it myself, but the overwhelming curves filling my view were more than enough to set any man's heart ablaze.

The problem was that I was included in those "any men."

'I don't wanna turn into some pervert getting horny over my own body……!!'

I desperately shook my head and averted my gaze. But the weight of my breasts transmitted through my palms, and the tingling sensitivity of my nipples every time the water hit them, kept clouding my reason.

"Hoo…… hurry up and finish."

I rushed to scrub away the traces I couldn't remember and stepped out of the bathroom. As if waiting, a familiar blue window popped up cheerfully in midair.

"You……!" I almost spat out a curse but clamped my mouth shut. Talking back to this thing never ended well. More than that, the bone-deep realization that resistance was impossible against the System just made it more pathetic.

"……Whatever. What do you want now."

My voice trembled faintly. Turning away with a sigh laced with helplessness—that was the extent of my rebellion, my pride.

"Point Shop?"

Another blue window appeared before my eyes, filled with numbers: 98.7 billion points.

'Ah…… right. I remember.'

This fucking System had left me exactly 100 million won from my entire fortune and forcibly converted the rest into these points. Facing the reality that my life's work had become a string of digits, my suppressed rage surged again.

"You…… fucking bastard……."

My hands trembled with murderous ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠intent. It wasn't even using my money to pay off the debt—just swapping it for points usable only in its shitty store.

"Hoo…… hoo……."

My ragged breaths hung in the living room air. But I didn't open my mouth again. I had to survive first. No matter what this damn thing did to my body, I couldn't lose myself.

I clicked the "Daily Essentials" tab first with my trembling finger.

It was simple: everyday necessities for food, clothing, and shelter. With my points, I could live luxuriously until death and still have plenty left. Honestly…… compared to current prices, it was overwhelmingly cheap and economical. No, insanely so.

"What the hell is this?"

"……."

I bit my lip hard instead of replying. It knew exactly what I meant by showing me this crap, but it was just busy mocking me. Annoying prick. I tapped the Skills tab next.

'What is this? Stuff you only see in novels……'

The skills shop was exactly that—common tropes from the novels I'd occasionally read. A dizzying variety; if not for my situation, I might've cheered and shopped wildly. But the prices were ridiculous. With my 98.7 billion points scraped together—forcibly—I could barely afford a few, and something like Hypnosis Resistance was untouchable. Plus, at the very bottom was something utterly absurd.

'What the hell is this……?'

A skill demanding 10 trillion points. Counting the zeros made my head spin. I swallowed a hollow laugh. This shop wasn't offering hope—it was maliciously reminding me how pathetic my 98.7 billion was.

I clicked the last tab, "Miscellaneous," with trembling fingers.

"……."

I let out a hollow chuckle and closed the window without looking further. Not worth discussing.

"Shut up."

The System shook the popup gleefully, ignoring my curt reply.

'……Huh? That debt figure flashing briefly as I closed the shop seemed off. I didn't look closely, but it was supposed to be 100 billion—full of 9s instead. Did I see wrong?'

Before I could check again, the System window rudely interrupted my thoughts.

"……It's all your fault!!"

Who was the one yapping about the point shop right after my shower, wasting time? I swallowed my boiling rage and wrapped my arms around my wet body.

Poof— With a light sound effect, neatly folded clothes appeared magically before me. I'd expected something lewd and weird again and planned to ignore it, but surprisingly, it was normal clothes. An outfit set as a reward, right? Brown knit top and white skirt. Utterly ordinary streetwear.

I eyed the System window suspiciously.

I heard something ominous and weird, but pretended not to and turned away.

'At least it's normal clothes…… lucky.'

The clock read 2 a.m. I'd just woken up, no sleepiness. But dressing up and going out at this hour? Nowhere to go. On a whim, I reopened the Point Shop's Daily tab, looking for comfy pajamas to cover up.

'There……!'

Midway down, "Pajama Set" for 10,000 points. Peanuts compared to my 98.7 billion. No hesitation—I hit buy.

I ignored the System. Poof—the pajamas appeared, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠far more prim and tidy than expected. Slightly frilly and feminine, but tolerable compared to my current state.

'Phew, good. Not weird.'

I sighed in relief and slipped into them quickly. The soft fabric felt nice against my skin.

'Now what.'

Feeling covered eased my mind. But that was it. With immediate shame resolved, a wave of uncertainty crashed in. My changed identity, this officetel's rent, my frozen crypto accounts. Points could handle food and shelter, but my remaining 100 million won wouldn't last. Rent and fees alone were nearly 2 million a month. Excluding deposit, it'd last 3-4 years—no, with unexpected costs, 1-2 years tops.

'Can't pay debt with points, real money's drying up…….'

I needed a job ASAP. But how to prove identity? Manual labor for cash? With these slender limbs and curves, I'd get chased out before starting. Hell, that'd be lucky—not imagining what could happen in rough places made my spine chill.

'Sigh, fuck it.'

I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. My mind tangled like yarn, but no clear answers emerged.

'When my head's this messed up, obviously masturbate.'

……Huh?

Was that right? A strange doubt flickered.

'What's wrong with masturbating? It's healthy and productive, right?'

It really was. Stripping away the instinctive shame of the word, it was a perfectly natural, healthy release for humans.

"Ahem……."

Feeling oddly self-conscious, I cleared my throat softly. But every brush of the soft pajamas against my skin turned that "healthy thought" into concrete heat tickling my lower belly.

'So, first……'

Entranced, I raised my hand tentatively to my chest.

"Hngh♡……!"

My fingertip grazed my breast through the thin fabric, and a muffled moan escaped unbidden. Just a touch, yet piercing pleasure shot through my brain and body.

I saw the blue window, understood the words, but they felt secondary. Not urgent right now.

"Nghk, haaahk♡……!!"

Circling my fingers over the pajamas amplified the vivid, sticky pleasure. My nipples hardened, soaking the fabric.

'Ah…… just showered…….'

The fleeting hesitation vanished instantly. I pinched my swollen nipple hard between thumb and forefinger.

"Haaagggghk♡!!!"

A sweet scream filled the room. Irresistible stimulation raced up my spine through my body.

'Feels good…….'

Breast development. The System's words floated in my mind. A term that should've repulsed me now dominated my reason as an obvious goal.

'Guys…… don't do breast development…….'

Thoughts melted in the heat and pleasure, reason dissolving spinelessly.

"Ugh……?! Hngh, nn."

As ecstasy layered, moans poured out uncontrollably. Fingers twisted nipples bolder; the other hand lightly scraped the sensitive areola with nails.

"Kyaa♡"

'That sound…… from me……?'

The room echoed with a moan so cute it was sugary. Any man hearing it would lose control and pounce.

'Me too.'

Ironically, that adorable voice aroused me intensely. As a man, I couldn't just watch—I gripped my breast hard and tugged the nipple ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠long.

"Kyaaaaah♡!!! Hnnggggh♡?!!!"

Drip, drip, drip—

Intense pleasure scrambled my brain; below, hot juices gushed like something broken. My pussy utterly wrecked, uncontrollable fluid soaked the pajama bottoms and overflowed massively. Excess dripped off the bed onto the floor.

"Y-yeah……."

Regret lingered heavily, but I nodded.

"Yeah……."

With those words, overwhelming drowsiness hit like a strong sedative. I fought it, but uselessly. I passed out instantly.

"……Fuck. What the hell did I just do?"

A headache worse than a hangover—those were the first words from my opened eyes.