Seo-jin-ah, What's This?
Seo-jin-ah, what's this?
The secretive moment of indulgence at Ye-eun Seo's house had passed, and a few days had slipped by.
I was desperately clinging to my everyday life as an ordinary retaker student.
Attending classes diligently at the academy, coming home and taking it easy under my parents' watchful eyes. On weekends, I'd game with my high school friends under the pretext of relieving study stress.
"Hey, Cypher mid. Mid."
"A has Rainy. Cover A site a bit."
"Totally wiped. Get in here!"
Today, too, I fired up the game and gathered with the guys in our online voice chat room.
Even after becoming a girl, gaming was still fun.
My physical skills and reaction time felt subtly worse than when I was a guy, but since I was never overwhelmingly skilled anyway, it was manageable enough to blend in.
"Whoa, we lost that one."
"No, Rainy said they're coming to A, Seo-jin-ah. You gotta cover it—what happens if you die?"
"Seo-jin's in a total slump lately. Must be all that studying."
You assholes—I did go to cover.
Honestly, I felt pretty damn wronged.
My aim had been spot-on in my head, but my fingers veered just a tiny bit, and I got utterly wrecked.
When the hell am I gonna get used to this damn body?
Back in the day, I'd have flipped on my mic and unleashed a torrent of curses in perfect Engrish, but now? No way I could do that.
"But dude, why aren't you using your mic, Seo-jin? It's so fucking annoying just briefing among ourselves."
"Hey hey, push fast and just go."
As my friends' voices started laced with complaints, I quickly hammered out a chat message.
"Argh, that excuse has been going on for a week already. Hey, come to the PC bang tomorrow."
"Then gaming from home is fine?"
"Sigh... Fine, fine. Being a retaker ain't easy."
I placated the guys roughly, shut down the game, yanked off my headset, and let out a deep sigh.
The mic being broken was, of course, a total lie.
The button right next to the headset still worked fine—I could speak into it right now—but I just didn't have the guts to press it.
I hadn't told my high school friends I'd turned into a girl yet. If a girl's voice suddenly popped out of my mic, their reactions were a no-brainer.
But the one reason I still gamed with these idiots despite not turning on my mic? It made me feel like the old Lee Seo-jin, the guy from before, was still kicking around inside me—typing trash talk mixed with curses like always.
"Should I say something...? Nah, no way in hell."
I knew these guys better than anyone.
They'd freak at first if they found out I'd become a girl, but eventually they'd treat me the same as before.
But in their heads, the normal guy Lee Seo-jin would be gone forever.
Honestly? That scared me.
In reality, I'd already hit rock bottom in front of those two delinquent girls, Ye-eun Seo and Hye-won Kang—reduced to a pet shaking my tail with a collar and leash around my naked neck long ago.
At least in front of these guys, I wanted to stay the intact version of my old self.
"Haa... Whatever. Maybe I should just jerk off."
As emptiness welled up inside, I slowly stood, locked my door.
Masturbating when there's nothing else to do—every guy has done it at least once. Routine stuff.
Pulled along by that old habit, I opened the secret gallery on my phone.
"What to look at today."
Even after becoming a girl, the male instincts inside me still craved something lewd.
But my tastes had completely flipped.
Before, I'd scour the internet for top-tier beauties, but now? Couldn't do it.
Watching regular porn, I'd end up empathizing with the panting woman on screen without realizing it.
And that led to horrific imaginings of the guy's massive dick plunging into me.
With the last scraps of my male pride still hanging on, that was utterly unacceptable.
Laying eyes on real lesbian vids between girls? I'd flash back to Ye-eun's short-cropped fingers mercilessly ravaging me in front of the mirror—couldn't last even a minute.
The video would barely start, and my body would soak itself slick. End of story.
"Alright, this it is today."
In the end, my wandering urges settled on a compromise with reality: 2D yuri hentai images.
Pretty girl characters tangled up thick and heavy, exploring each other's bodies.
Staring at them brought hazy memories of Ye-eun, got me just hot enough, and dodged that weird aversion to anything involving guys.
Before I knew it, I'd amassed a secret folder in my gallery full of them, curated with care.
"Ha, what the hell is this...?"
Reality hit hard, but I couldn't stop.
This was my go-to relief and emergency fix for when things got urgent.
"Really don't wanna go to the academy..."
I sighed and flopped my head onto the bed.
I was never great at studying, so Retaker's Academy was never a thrill, but lately it felt even worse.
Part of it was not wanting to face Ye-eun Seo and Hye-won Kang, who treated me like a full-on pet.
But that wasn't the main reason.
After that "treatment" Ye-eun gave me—really just her weird games—my body had gone haywire in a whole new way.
...
"Alright, next problem—hold on a sec."
Academy class time.
The instructor casually said "hold on," and my shoulders twitched involuntarily.
Instant flashback to that humiliating command in front of the mirror—legs spread, waiting for Ye-eun's touch.
But that was just the start of my problems.
Clack, tap.
Ye-eun Seo, seated in front of me, idly spun her pen out of boredom before setting it on her desk.
My gaze locked onto her right hand like a magnet.
Unlike her other fingers decked out in flashy nail art, her middle and ring fingers were smoothly trimmed short.
A special style prepped solely for probing and tormenting my sensitive spots.
The moment I confirmed it with my own eyes, my lower belly clenched sharp, a jolt of pleasure stabbing up my spine.
Damn it...! It's happening again...!
I frantically twisted my thighs together, biting my lip hard.
Ever since that day, some fucked-up trigger had implanted itself in my body.
A single word, a glimpse of her fingertips—and I'd react like a bitch in heat.
The insane part? It fired off completely randomly.
Sometimes I'd shrug off blatant dirty talk, but other times a normal move would twist my brain into pervy overdrive.
And today, of all days, it hit full force during class.
I'm losing my mind... Hurry up, end the damn class...!
The break bell finally rang, and I bolted from my seat, speed-walking to the bathroom.
The sticky discomfort of my soaked panties and the shallow itch gnawing my gut—I had to fix it now, or I couldn't survive the next class.
"Seo-jin-ah, us..."
"Wait...! I'm in a hurry!!"
I dodged Ye-eun's grabby hand and dashed into the girls' bathroom, leaping into the farthest stall.
Locked the door tight, plopped onto the toilet lid.
"Haa, haa... That was close."
Panting raggedly, I fished my phone from my pocket and opened the secret gallery.
The screen filled with a provocative yuri image: two women entwined, fingers teasing each other's pussies.
"Haa... Ungh..."
With trembling hands, I hiked up my skirt, slipped careful fingers into my drenched panties.
Biting down hard to stifle any leaks, I rubbed my clit, overlaying the image with memories of Ye-eun's pleasure that day.
Squelch, squish...!
"Nngh...! Hn! Ahh...!!"
My fingers alone couldn't match that explosive satisfaction from before.
That's why I collected these images.
Fantasizing hazily about Ye-eun while staring got me off enough to douse the immediate fire.
Squish... Squish! Squelch...!
"Hngh...! Ngh, mmph...! Uungh..."
In the thrill of masturbating in a public bathroom—humiliation and anxiety mixing—I shuddered silently to a shallow climax.
Luckily, no Ye-eun or Hye-won bursting in today.
Those bitches would've sniffed me out and pounded the door without mercy, but mercifully, quiet.
"Hoo... Haa..."
I roughly wiped the mess between my legs and hands with toilet paper, straightened my clothes.
Pathetic, hiding in a stall for this, but with the heat fading, languid relief let me sigh in peace.
Whatever—at least the urgent blaze was out.
Click.
I unlocked and swung open the stall door, stepping out.
Time to wash up and head back—rushing to the sink when—
"Huh? Seo-jin Lee."
Right at the entrance, I collided face-to-face with Ye-eun, who was just coming in.
My heart plummeted.
I'd just gotten off imagining her fingers, and now here she was.
Was my face flushed? Did I reek of that telltale fishy scent? Panic froze me solid.
But thankfully, Ye-eun was her usual self—smirking yet affectionate.
"Where were you? Searched forever—you weren't in class."
"Uh, huh? Oh... Just in the bathroom a bit..."
"Yeah? You look kinda pale—are you sick?"
"No! N-no. Just a stomachache... I'm fine now."
"I see~ Oh, I gotta use the bathroom too, so head back first."
"Mhm. Got it."
She nodded at my words, brushed past me toward the stalls.
Worried she'd suspect something, but she bought it without a second thought.
As she entered the farthest stall and shut the door, I exhaled in relief.
Haa... I'm going insane. When's this stupid body gonna stop?
At the sink, I cranked cold water, scrubbed my hands with soap.
Mirror-me wasn't beet-red, thankfully, but that hazy, relaxed gaze? Unhideable.
What face would she make if she knew I'd just wrecked myself in here alone?
She'd mock me as a lewd bitch or whatever, torment me relentlessly till I screamed the safe word.
The idle fantasy made my lower belly twinge again; I shook off my wet hands, fixed my outfit quick.
Back to class fast. Break's almost...
Checking the time, I absentmindedly reached into my skirt pocket.
And my heart iced over.
"Huh...?"
No cold, rectangular feel of my phone at my fingertips.
Dug through my hoodie pocket too—same result.
Gone.
Chills raced up my spine.
My phone was missing. The one I'd held moments ago, packed with my secret collection.
No way...
I stiffly turned, eyes locking on the firmly shut farthest stall door.
Fuzzy memory: while fixing my skirt and heading to wash, I'd set it on the shelf behind the toilet.
And Ye-eun was in there now.
Sc-screen... Did I turn it off? I must've, right?!
Panicking, lips quivering, I screamed internally.
Couldn't remember.
Replaying the scene in my head only brought post-nut clarity and drowsiness—no clue if I'd locked the screen or left it blazing.
If it was on...
If Ye-eun saw that raw yuri image of two girls grinding pussies...
Just imagining it chilled my blood cold.
Wanted to bang the door, yell I'd left my phone—but my feet glued to the floor.
Minutes dragged like eternity.
Click.
Finally, the farthest stall unlocked; Ye-eun stepped out.
Hands casually behind her back, sauntering my way like always.
I held my breath, staring desperately at her hands.
Please, please be off. Locked screen. Anything.
I prayed a thousand times in my head.
"Oh my, Seo-jin-ah. Waiting here for me?"
"Y-yeah... Just, uh... waiting."
"Aw, thanks~. Oh, you left your phone."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Wondered where it went."
"Figured—so I grabbed it for you~. Here."
Her tone sounded normal—screen must've been off.
With her serene, kind voice, she casually extended her right hand holding my phone.
A bit relieved, I slowly took it, flipped to check the screen.
But the display blazed blindingly bright.
The yuri hentai I'd jerked to minutes ago, stark naked on screen.
"But you know..."
"Hngh?!"
"That thing on your phone screen. Seo-jin-ah, what's this?"
I looked up—her eyes stared straight into mine.
