That's the Bastard Who's Gonna Take My Virginity (1)
“Ban Do-young, get up already. It's already 7:30. Hey!”
A hoarse shout scraped into my ears like sandpaper. At first, I thought it was Assistant Manager Kim calling about work.
“Mm... The computer password's on the Post-it note on the bottom right of the monitor, so why are you calling...”
I figured a call on my first day after quitting was par for the course, but we were total strangers now—couldn't he at least pretend to have some manners? Though, knowing that guy, he wouldn't.
I grabbed the phone beside me, ready to rattle off my seat's password and hang up.
“What the fuck.”
But there was no incoming call on my cell. Come to think of it, Assistant Manager Kim next to me didn't have a voice like that anyway.
“Ban Do-young, you better get up while I'm asking nicely. If you're late on a day like today, I'll really cut off your allowance this time.”
“...Allowance? Not salary?”
Oh, right. I got fired.
So who the hell was threatening to cut off allowance instead of salary? I cracked my eyes open to an unfamiliar ceiling and scanned my surroundings to get my bearings.
My gaze collided with a poster of a male idol group that had barged in uninvited next to the desk.
“Whoa.”
It was a photo of boys from a boy group, all slim and delicately pretty, flashing smiles. Not enough to turn my stomach, but it was plenty to confirm this wasn't my room.
-Bzzzzt.
A blaring phone alarm went off. An unfamiliar male idol song pounded into my eardrums. I didn't know it well, but it was probably that boy group dangling from the ceiling.
-Creak.
The door opened, revealing the owner of that urgent voice who'd been hunting for me.
“This kid's still sprawled out on the bed. At your age, do I really have to come up to your room to wake you?”
“...Huh.”
A man calling me by name and referring to himself as Dad. I stared blankly at his face for a moment, then caught sight of myself in the vanity mirror beside him. That's when it hit me.
The Ban Do-young this guy was looking for wasn't the Ban Do-young I knew.
“Ooh...”
“What're you ooh-ing about? Get your ass up already.”
The reflection staring back was the character from the webtoon cover I'd binge-read at my friends' urging the night before. The heroine of Half Half Island, Ban Do-young, who had graced the finale celebration cover with that seductive smile—before I'd even properly started episode 1, inflating my expectations.
“Hey, Ban Do-young! I said eat breakfast and wash up—why're you bolting to the bathroom?!”
“To check if I'm still a virgin!”
“What?!”
Thrown into this world without context, I decided to inventory my assets first.
......
“Gone.”
As expected, it was unlikely to be there, but it really wasn't. My 27-year-old used goods.
“Still there.”
I'd figured it'd already been taken, but the packaging label down there was intact. Perks of an all-ages webtoon.
“Brand new.”
A red bloodstain peeked out over the sanitary pad layered white on pink underwear. Guess it was that time of the month.
“Urk...!”
The moment I realized this body was on that day, pain surged from my lower belly. It felt like a vengeful egg throwing a vicious uppercut.
“At least it's not a dream...”
Ten minutes after realizing I'd become a woman, I got hit with my first period cramps. No top executive's handover could be this swift.
So where had the original Ban Do-young's personality gone? Flushed down the toilet with the period blood? No, more importantly, did the original even have a personality?
Bingying