Cross-Dress Dodge and Rap Alliance
You only know anime songs, you otaku.
There were four people in the classroom, including Jeong Ha-yeon. Considering each group had over ten members, they hadn't even reached half yet. In fact, there was still some time until the appointed hour.
Taking a closer look, two faces were familiar, and two seemed vaguely recognizable but strangers. They were probably from Class B. Seo Joo-hwan approached the familiar ones first with Jang Deok-hoon in tow.
"Hey, Ha-yeon."
"Hello there, nu-nim."
Jeong Ha-yeon waved back with a smiling face. He wished she'd stop with the fist-pumping under the desk.
If I'd been any later, I'd have gotten smacked.
The other day, he'd gotten thwacked on the back while teaming up with Lee Seok-chan to tease her, and her hand packed a real punch. It wasn't for nothing that her athletic talent was so high.
Seo Joo-hwan greeted the others too. The girl sitting nearby looked especially familiar.
"Hey, you're Joo Ha-na, right? Weren't we in the same class?"
"Yeah. Hi, oppa."
Joo Ha-na naturally used the "oppa" honorific. In just a few days, Seo Joo-hwan's age had become public knowledge. Calling Jeong Ha-yeon and Lee Jeong-hoon by name so casually made it impossible to hide. At least she wasn't calling him "sunbae"—that was something. Every time he got called "sunbae," he'd cringe, so more people had switched to "oppa" naturally.
About five minutes later, all the freshmen had gathered. Only the sophomores were missing.
"Sophomores still in class?"
"Yeah. Should be ending soon, I think."
Each group had two or three sophomores mixed in to lead the freshmen. There were occasionally juniors too, but they were mostly treated as absent. The juniors themselves preferred it that way.
Soon after, two sophomores entered—a guy and a girl. They looked surprised to see the freshmen already clustered together.
"Aigoo, sorry we're late."
"...Did I announce the time wrong? There's still five minutes left."
The chubby guy with round glasses approached with an awkward smile, while the woman with angular horn-rimmed glasses blinked in confusion as she greeted them. As she said, time was still left, but the freshmen had hurried in deference to their seniors.
Who are they again?
Both faces weren't completely unfamiliar—probably from before his regression.
Before the question could linger, the seated freshmen stood up and bowed their heads in greeting.
"Hello!"
It was the atmosphere Baek Jeong-gi had created. These days, freshmen bowed first to any senior or unfamiliar face. Thanks to Seo Joo-hwan's influence, it was a bit better than at the start.
"Uh? Yeah?"
"...Sigh."
The guy looked flustered by the greeting, while the woman pinched her brow and sighed. The guy bowed back lightly first.
"Hello. I'm Jo Kyung-jun, second-year. Uh... let's sit and talk?"
"Yes!"
"Haha, these freshmen are quick on the uptake. We weren't like that."
Jo Kyung-jun scratched his cheek, laughing awkwardly at the awkward situation.
The two sophomores sat down. Only then, seeing Jo Kyung-jun up close, did Seo Joo-hwan's memory click.
Same year as me, right?
He recalled being in different groups before regression. They weren't close—just knew they were same-year and his face.
Jo Kyung-jun flashed a honest smile to lighten the mood.
"Uh... shall we start with quick self-intros?"
"Yes."
Their voices were softer but still polite.
Jo Kyung-jun spoke first.
"I'm Jo Kyung-jun, second-year. No need to feel weird calling me sunbae. Our department doesn't care much about years or senior-junior hierarchy. And I'm basically a social outcast since I just reenrolled this semester. Hope we get along. Oh, I heard there's a same-year here... which of you two?"
Jo Kyung-jun eyed Seo Joo-hwan and Jang Deok-hoon expectantly. Seo Joo-hwan raised his hand slightly.
"Me."
"Oh, nice to meet you, buddy!"
Jo Kyung-jun seemed more sociable than expected, calling him "friend" right away and offering a hand. It worked for Seo Joo-hwan too. He grinned and shook it.
"Call me Joo-hwan."
"You too, casual. Damn, you've lost a ton of weight. Totally different from your attendance photo. Didn't recognize you."
The woman next to Jo Kyung-jun nodded faintly at the photo comment. With both sophomores saying it, the freshmen eyed him curiously too.
Seo Joo-hwan smiled awkwardly. He had changed a lot from the old photo.
"Army plus workouts did it. Even shot up in height suddenly."
"Height too? Lucky. Ah, I've talked too much. Hye-young's turn next, right?"
"Yes."
Hearing her name jogged his memory—the second-year sub-class rep, Min Hye-young. She gave a small eye-smile and spoke in a flat tone.
"I'm Min Hye-young, second-year sub-class rep. Some of you know me already. Nice to meet you."
Her even tone made her seem curt.
The freshmen introduced themselves in turn after her. Once done, Min Hye-young spoke.
"Treat me like I'm not here. Student council duties keep me away a lot. So Jo Kyung-jun sunbae will be group leader."
"Yeah. Anyone else wanna do it? Joo-hwan or Ha-yeon maybe."
Jo Kyung-jun scratched his head, unenthused. It was shot down instantly.
"No way, Jo Kyung-jun sunbae-nim."
"But we're same-year. Why sunbae...? Ha-yeon, you too? You're the freshman class rep, right?"
"Technically 'temporary' class rep. And with sophomores here, it's weird for a freshman."
"Jo Kyung-jun sunbae-nim, group leader should be a sophomore."
With Seo Joo-hwan, Jeong Ha-yeon, and even Min Hye-young refusing, he had no choice. Jo Kyung-jun nodded glumly.
With the mood relaxed, new group leader Jo Kyung-jun started the meeting.
"First up: cross-dressing volunteers and talent show."
Were the girls' eyes sparkling at "cross-dressing," or was it his imagination? Jo Kyung-jun trailed off and raised his hand tentatively.
"Skip me for cross-dressing. Did it freshman year already."
He said it like it was non-negotiable. The girls' gazes swiveled to Seo Joo-hwan and Jang Deok-hoon. As Seo Joo-hwan sweated, Jo Kyung-jun continued.
"And one sophomore must do talent show. Doesn't matter how many, but at least one upperclassman. Can't just make freshmen suffer."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yeah. You know Baek Jeong-gi? Second-year class pres. He suggested it."
Eyes widened at the surprise. Seo Joo-hwan knew exactly why Baek Jeong-gi pushed it.
Groups changed, but this stays the same.
Baek Jeong-gi wanted legal skinship with freshman girls on stage. Having been in his group pre-regression, Seo Joo-hwan knew it well. But to the clueless, Baek Jeong-gi seemed decent.
"Whoa, Baek Jeong-gi sunbae?"
"Unexpected."
"Yeah, thought he was just a boomer type."
Public opinion on Baek Jeong-gi improved with the twist. Even Jeong Ha-yeon tilted her head, intrigued. Jang Deok-hoon blinked.
Jo Kyung-jun chuckled at the reactions.
"Boomer? Misunderstanding. Jeong-gi does care about hierarchy, but he's a good guy."
"Yeah, seems so. Ah, sunbae-nim, don't tell Jeong-gi sunbae-nim this?"
"Sure, no worries."
Sub-class rep Min Hye-young frowned, though. She didn't think much of Baek Jeong-gi.
That's not like him. What's his angle?
Min Hye-young held her tongue. As long as MT ended smoothly.
The group tossed talent show ideas, but nothing stuck.
Then someone piped up loudly.
"How about deciding cross-dressing first? I'd love Joo-hwan oppa to do it!"
"What?"
Seo Joo-hwan shook his head in horror. Cross-dressing was a hard pass. He pointed desperately at Jang Deok-hoon.
"W-wait! Deok-hoon's here too—why me?"
"Hyung-nim suits it better than me! As expected of hyung-nim! You excel at everything!"
"You little...?"
Jang Deok-hoon hammered the nail, yelling "hyung-nim." A fox in bear's clothing. All that politeness, just to backstab here. Seo Joo-hwan stealthily jabbed his side.
"Gahk!"
"Aigoo, my dongsaeng Deok-hoon, what's wrong? Hurt somewhere?"
"H-hyung-nim...:"
"Wants to cross-dress? Guys, Deok-hoon wants to. Yeah, memories like this are gold."
No chance. Everyone—from Jo Kyung-jun to Jeong Ha-yeon—stared at him like he was nuts, having seen the jab.
Jeong Ha-yeon burst out laughing.
"Just give up, Joo-hwan. Look at Deok-hoon's build. Cross-dress him and he's Godzilla."
"Right, oppa. We'll make you pretty!"
"More fun dressing oppa up."
Jang Deok-hoon was 187cm of broad-shouldered muscle, as his self-intro's "exercise hobby" suggested. But Seo Joo-hwan protested.
Cross-dressing sucked!
"I've got build too? All that training."
"Ten cm shorter than Deok-hoon."
"Ugh."
Not him being small—Jang Deok-hoon was freakishly huge.
"You're fine post-workout, Joo-hwan. Long limbs—wig, makeup, dress, and boom, perfect."
Jeong Ha-yeon grinned. Seo Joo-hwan glared, protesting the prior "Jang Deok-hoon cross-dresses" deal. But she'd planned the backstab from the start, just snickering.
Finally, his last resort.
"I'll do talent show. No cross-dressing."
"Talent show?"
Interest piqued at that. He nodded eagerly.
"Me and Kyung-jun. Okay with you, Kyung-jun?"
He signaled Jo Kyung-jun desperately with his eyes: Save me.
Talent show needed 1st/2nd-year mix, but not everyone. Just them two satisfied it; others could cheer.
The girls eyed Jo Kyung-jun. He flinched under the stares but nodded.
"Uh, yeah, fine by me... What're we doing?"
"Got anything in mind?"
"Nothing specific... Thought group dance? Less embarrassing together."
Everyone flinched at "dance." Introverted publishing kids dancing? No thanks.
Ha-yeon's fine, but you all are shy. So make Deok-hoon cross-dress, not me. I'll handle talent show.
He signaled the group. Not sure if they got it, but he drove it home.
"Just you and me dancing, Kyung-jun."
"Two's awkward... I suck at dance."
Jo Kyung-jun looked apologetic. Problem—Seo Joo-hwan had dance talent confidence, but not him. Duo dancing felt burdensome.
Couldn't back down!
"Singing then? Let's sing."
"Sorry, I only know rap..."
"Rap?"
Seo Joo-hwan's eyes lit up. He'd been a hip-hop diehard once.
"You like hip-hop?"
"Uh? Yeah."
"Perfect. Rap a track with me."
Jo Kyung-jun caught the vibe, his reluctance turning serious. Seo Joo-hwan asked first.
"Favorite rapper?"
"Domestic: Ddu-du. Foreign: Kanye West. You?"
"Domestic: All under-major. Lately Ash and Fadeko. Foreign: Teach me."
Seo Joo-hwan's foreign ignorance was enough for Jo Kyung-jun. He offered his hand.
Seo Joo-hwan shook it.
"Knew you felt like a friend."
"We're doing it?"
"Of course."
The hip-hop duo clasped hands firmly, united.
"Uh, I'll sing too!"
Late protest from the cross-dress doomed Jang Deok-hoon, but—
"You only know anime songs, otaku."
"...Anime has rap too!"
"Cut!"
No way. Seo Joo-hwan jerked his chin grinning.
"Quietly cross-dress, Deok-hoon."
Jang Deok-hoon's cross-dressing was set.
"Tch."
Jeong Ha-yeon clicked her tongue, disappointed.
*
Seo Joo-hwan and Jo Kyung-jun hit karaoke to prep their talent show. There, he learned something.
Gained singing talent and got worse. Talent acquisition resets proficiency.
His original singing was probably D~C. But acquiring latent B-rank reset it to F proficiency.
An unexpected Lust System blind spot.
"Whatever, points fix it."
Not a big deal with enough points. And he had plenty.
Ji-kyeong's a goldmine.
One romp with Yoo Ji-kyeong netted 15,000 LP. Her upper-rank Somnophilia fetish gave 10,000 LP, plus 5,000 for the "pouncing on sleeping guy" fantasy.
Regrettably, no Sado-masochism or Algophilia—prolonged rough sex didn't count as sadism apparently. Research later.
He was confident collecting the rest. Sex with Yoo Ji-kyeong also yielded latent A-rank Sex talent.
WiTube points are juicy too.
Points flowed steadily beyond Yoo Ji-kyeong. Ongoing serial Possessed Master is a Martial Rogue hit best rankings for steady LP, plus daily achievements.
Especially helping Han Su-ah's streams: his quick CyKick video went viral at 2M views; Style Completion ad hit 300k. Unexpected for a game stream ad, but editor/sister Seo Joo-hee's face reveal boosted it. His own changed appearance from prior stream helped too.
WiTube netted over 10,000 LP easy. His own channel? Probably 20k+. Bit of a shame.
Seo Joo-hwan eyed his status window and remaining points: ~100,000 LP saved up.
Thanks, Jeong-gi.
Recent Unintended NTR achievement from Baek Jeong-gi gave 10,000 LP too.
"Time to bump everything to B."
Overabundant points meant shopping time.