The Girl Who Looks Good in a Sailor Suit
“Stay back! Do not come any closer to me, I say…! Keep your distance and follow from over there!”
Thoroughly mortified, tiny beads of dew clung to the corners of Jiyu’s eyes. Whether due to the aftereffects of the skill, her way of speaking had morphed into something bizarre. Burying her flushed face in both hands, Jiyu cowered far away from Sunwoo.
“What kind of secret technique is that supposed to be now? Well, whatever. Forget it.”
“Ugh…”
Jiyu had completely failed to ward off the mental pollution. There were simply too many distractions sabotaging her concentration.
Her firm muscles had vanished without a trace, replaced by thighs that were ridiculously soft and tender.
Rustle, whisper.
With every step she took, the fluttering hem of the pleated skirt grazed against the bare flesh of her thighs.
“Ngh, what in the world… sob.”
What made it infinitely worse was the draft. The gentle breeze stirred up by her own stride blew straight up into the skirt, chilling and unrestrained. To Jiyu, who still possessed the mind of an ordinary man, it was nothing short of torture—not torture through bodily agony, but a grueling torment of pure humiliation.
“Let’s just get this over with faster this time,” Sunwoo said, offering a nonchalant word of comfort. He wasn’t typically the considerate type, but Jiyu’s state genuinely looked pitiful right now.
“D-Do not look back! It is only fitting for a pathetic ranged dealer to act as a meat shield in front!”
She truly, desperately looked awful. Just what kind of gruesome side effects did the Support class carry? As an AD carry, Baek Sunwoo couldn’t even begin to fathom it. While having one’s speech altered by mental corruption wasn’t unheard of, a case this extreme was something he had never seen or heard of in his life.
“…Right, sure.”
Sunwoo offered no further argument. In moments like this, his philosophy was that remaining calm and composed by her side was the best approach.
“Well… I don’t know if this helps, but apparently old British soldiers used to fight in skirts too.”
“Hey!”
Granted, he wasn’t particularly gifted at giving comfort. And the fact that they wore nothing underneath was actually historically accurate in its own right—even if, strictly speaking, it wasn’t Britain as a whole, but rather traditional Scottish attire known as a kilt.
“Ugh… Can someone of such a lowly position not even manage to walk at a slower pace?”
Her knees pressed tightly together, Jiyu scampered after him with hurried, mincing steps. On top of having to adjust to an unfamiliar leg length, yet another miserable inconvenience had been tacked onto her plate.
“Let’s finish this quickly. We need to break the tenth floor’s record too.”
“I shall do so.”
“Keep taking deep breaths. Once we get through right now, it’s nothing.”
“Understood…”
Yet Jiyu’s condition showed no signs of improving. A changed sex. An unfamiliar stride. Humiliating clothing. A bizarre, forced archaic cadence. No panties. At this point, it was nearly impossible for her to distinguish which specific factor was making life so unbearable.
“Having a tough time?”
“It is not so! This body is mighty!”
“Are you sure you’re actually okay?”
“Urgh… honestly, it’s pretty rough…”
Jiyu had suddenly lost her mind. Watching her unravel, Sunwoo fell deep into thought. How on earth was he supposed to console her this time? There was a trick he often used in situations like this, but he hesitated over whether it was wise to use it on the current Jiyu.
Well, even if things turned out this way, Jiyu is still Jiyu.
Making up his mind, Sunwoo swallowed dryly and took a single step closer to her.
“This was… worth it, right?”
Fortunately, Jiyu seemed to have caught her breath and calmed down just a fraction.
“Haah, seriously… I am definitely going to become an S-rank Hunter! I’m going all the way to global ranker, just you watch!”
Though her eyes remained lifeless, her normal way of speaking had finally returned. It seemed she had managed to resist the mental pollution to some degree, furiously stoking her willpower. Now it was Sunwoo’s turn to drive the nail in.
With a trembling heart, Sunwoo opened his mouth.
“Yeah. You better become the greatest Hunter out there.”
“Oh? What’s gotten into you to say something like that?”
“Only then will your dick up in heaven be able to close its eyes in peace.”
Baek Sunwoo gazed wistfully into the empty air as he spoke. A fleeting silence descended upon them the moment he finished.
“Right… Huh? What did you say?”
For a second, Jiyu couldn’t process what her ears had just received. Huh? Dick? Why was it up in heaven? Ah! My dick is gone.
“… …”
Crimson eyes locked onto Sunwoo with murderous intent.
Crash!
Sunwoo immediately broke into a dead sprint away from the tenth floor’s entrance, desperate to secure an escape route.
“Y-You stop right there! You’re dead if I catch you!”
“You’re finally back, Jiyu!”
“Stop running right now!”
At long last, Jiyu was able to sprint at full throttle even in her transformed body. Pure, unadulterated fury had bridged the gap, forcing her muscles to adapt to the new stride.
“I-If I stop, I’m pretty sure you’ll murder me, so how can I stop?!”
“Grrr…!”
However, catching up to Sunwoo—who was naturally tall with long legs—proved an arduous task for Jiyu. Racing all the way into the dining area, the two dashed around the tables in frantic circles for what felt like an eternity.
“Gah! Haah… have mercy…”
Sunwoo was wheezing, his lungs burning.
“Khaaah! That’s why… haah… I told you to just get caught!”
Despite the immense stamina forged through their careers as Hunters, both had thoroughly depleted their energy. Separated by a single table, a tense standoff began.
“Why don’t we go slay the tenth-floor boss first?”
“My boss is you.”
Directing offensive skills at another human being was, of course, a grave violation of Hunter ethics. But a devious workaround suddenly flashed through Jiyu’s mind.
“Veil of Light!”
“Wait, what?”
Veil of Light, the second skill attached to the Starlit Staff—an ability that completely restored the stamina of both the caster and their target.
“Hey, that’s seriously a foul—”
“Die!”
Jiyu had fully restored her vigor! Minus Sunwoo, whom she had excluded from the casting.
“Aargh!”
Completely exhausted, Sunwoo was instantly hauled into a ruthless headlock.
Squish!
Not that the sensation was entirely a loss for Sunwoo, but—
“Aaargh! Your head is touching my chest!”
“No, wait, that part really isn’t my fault—ow!”
Jiyu delivered a sharp kick straight to Sunwoo’s shin. Thanks to her newly acquired flexibility, the blow landed at an even more vicious angle.
“Eep…!”
Yet this clash, too, ended in Jiyu’s defeat. The fluttering flare of her skirt let in a sudden gust of air. Her body was already scorching hot from the frantic pursuit, so when the icy draft struck the deepest, barest reaches beneath her hem, a violent shudder of goosebumps rippled across her entire frame.
“Ngh…”
Shivering uncontrollably, Jiyu frantically clutched the fabric of her skirt, clamping it down against her legs.
“Y-You… you didn’t see anything, did you…?”
“Guh… you crazy bastard…”
Though gripped by terror, it seemed Sunwoo truly hadn’t seen a thing. He was in far too much agony to notice anything else.
“D-Did it really hurt that much?”
“Yeah.”
It was a low kick powerful enough to billow her skirt out wide. In terms of crime and punishment, it was undeniably excessive for Sunwoo’s offense.
Screeech.
Without a word, Jiyu pulled out a chair for him. Sunwoo didn’t bother refusing.
“Your way of talking is back to normal, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s manageable now.”
“Good enough, then.”
Sunwoo’s color had already returned. True to his role as a damage dealer with neither defensive nor evasive skills, he was well accustomed to pain.
“Still, you should’ve dodged it. You call yourself a ranged dealer?”
“… …”
Jiyu laid down textbook dogma. Had their positions been reversed, Sunwoo would have uttered the exact same words. Surviving on one’s own when abandoned by teammates was a fundamental virtue of an AD carry. Only when a carry could fend for themselves did the party gain the freedom to deploy diverse strategies.
“You’re right, but it still stings to hear it.”
If he hadn’t exhausted all his stamina running away from her in the first place, he almost certainly would have dodged it.
“You run pretty well now, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“You were making a lot of clumsy mistakes with your lower body earlier.”
An awkward gait. Kicking with exaggerated motions without considering the skirt. Since that morning, an unusual number of blunders had stemmed from her lower half.
“When I’m standing up, I can’t see my feet.”
Even accounting for the sudden transformation, there was a very specific reason Jiyu had struggled so severely to adapt.
The moment she tilted her head down, a pair of massive breasts filled her entire vision, completely obscuring her lower body. If she wanted to see what lay below her chest, she had to crane her neck forward and peer over them. Because she couldn’t see where she was stepping, her footing kept sliding out from beneath her.
“Ahem. I-I see…”
This, too, proved terribly awkward for Sunwoo. The moment the words left her mouth, his eyes had reflexively dropped toward her chest.
“Hmph…”
Jiyu’s eyes narrowed into slits. She had clearly caught the downward flick of Sunwoo’s gaze the instant breasts were brought up.
I can actually feel people staring at me now.
Not that she couldn’t understand the impulse. Jiyu had been a guy herself, and in her mind, she still considered herself a red-blooded man.
“Once we clear the Tower, I’m just going to wear women’s panties.”
Reality, unfortunately, had little respect for Jiyu’s dignity. Truthfully, even if she had been wearing proper panties, she would have felt the chill and discomfort. But in the past, out of sheer embarrassment at the thought of putting on women’s underwear, Jiyu had borrowed a friend’s swimming trunks instead. That karmic debt had now boomeranged back with a vengeance.
Her field of view was entirely blocked by two immense peaks. Sensation arriving from an unseen blind spot felt agonizingly foreign—the silky, gentle caress of the skirt fabric, or the chilly draft brushing against bare, smooth skin. Experiencing such tactile sensations on a lower half she couldn’t even lay eyes on made it all the more stimulating.
“Haaah… there are way too many indescribable discomforts.”
“I bet.”
“Will you come buy underwear with me?”
“Huh?”
Though a manly man at heart, stepping into a women’s lingerie boutique alone was far too humiliating.
“S-Sure.”
“Sweet. Thanks.”
Sunwoo pictured the two of them walking hand-in-hand into an underwear shop. The mere thought made his head spin, but he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. It was an undeniable necessity. When he had bought an assortment of women’s undergarments earlier across various sizes, it also meant there was only a single pair that actually fit her.
“Let’s just take down the boss and get out of the Tower first.”
Both slowly rose to their feet. While time spent on shop floors didn’t count toward clearance records, tarrying too long wasn't ideal either.
Entering the 10th Floor.
Upon entering this floor, you will encounter the Tower’s Boss Monster.
“You ready? Tension up again.”
“Obviously. You don’t need to tell me that every single time.”
“Right.”
Jiyu and Sunwoo stepped toward the portal leading into the tenth floor. Before long, enveloped in a brilliant blaze of light, the world around them shifted.