Close Intimate Skinship
You have acquired 500 Points.
You have acquired 530 Points.
If you’re going to do that, why not just slap on some exclamation marks already?
Anyway. The situation was turning urgent by the second.
As if broadcasting their emotions, the holograms kept chattering without a moment’s rest.
Kang Hyeona had to hit me. Physically or mentally—it didn’t matter. The fact that she had to torment me remained absolute.
Just how was she going to do it?
Having to strike the person you love was never easy. At the very least, it wasn’t the kind of blow a parent delivers to a child out of hope they’ll turn out well. This was something she had to do because the situation left her no choice—something that would make the other person hurt, hate it, and suffer.
Could Kang Hyeona actually go through with it?
Yet reality, it seemed, left no room for mercy. She began closing the distance toward me, step by step.
It had only been a few minutes since she’d thanked me. Now it was my turn to take whatever came next.
Is she going to make me hurt myself too?
A shadow fell across my face. Kang Hyeona reached me, and the overwhelming height difference crushed whatever spirit I had left. If it had been any other thugs, I would have ground my teeth and fought back. But she was an Important Soul. I had no choice but to tread carefully.
Looking up at her with pleading eyes, begging her not to hit me—that was probably the best I could manage.
Kim Hyeongmin stood right behind her. From this angle, only Kang Hyeona could see my face.
"……."
"……."
A brief silence stretched between us. Had my expression gotten through to her? Hesitation clung to every line of Kang Hyeona’s body. Earlier she’d been flying around so confidently, yet the moment she stood in front of a guy she actually liked, this was what she became.
Was it because of the holograms? Beneath that indifferent mask of hers, I could feel the emotion. Not empathy, exactly—more like it was simply visible.
And she wasn’t the only one whose feelings were shaking.
"Hye—Hyeona…"
Jeong Ayeong had somehow made her way over. Still slumped on the floor, she grabbed hold of Kang Hyeona’s leg.
"Please, please don’t hit him. I—I—I’d rather… hit me instead. Please…"
"Hah…"
A sigh slipped from Kang Hyeona’s lips. Anyone could tell she was in a foul mood. The already uncomfortable feelings twisting inside her seemed to curdle further. She swung her foot and shook Ayeong’s hand free.
The look she gave Jeong Ayeong was complicated. Instinctively, she already knew. Humans were social animals by nature; reading another person’s feelings came as naturally as breathing.
"Wanna die?"
"I—I’m begging you. Please. Ha—Han Sein… just leave him alone…"
It was desperate beyond words. The holograms climbed rapidly, announcing the acquisition of Points. Did she hold special feelings for me? Jeong Ayeong’s pleas rang out even more pitifully.
Whether the gods were smiling on us or not, before any direct violence could erupt, the bell signaling morning assembly before class rang through the halls.
—Riiing-riiiing.
"Lucky you."
Kim Hyeongmin, who had been watching the whole thing in silence, stepped toward me. A faint smile bloomed on his face, thick with hatred, and the whisper that followed carried a clear warning.
"See you at lunch?"
"Got it."
I let out a short breath. Kim Hyeongmin, Park Hyorin, and Kang Hyeona left first. In what doubled as someone’s hangout and a forbidden zone for students, only Jeong Ayeong and I remained.
"I—I—I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Sein… sorry, sorry…"
"No. Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong."
"Ah…"
Jeong Ayeong’s head lifted. Tears clung to the corners of her eyes, trembling. I said nothing more. Was it a woman’s pride? Her body still shook from time to time. She remained sitting on the floor, but she bit her lip lightly and forced out words full of resolve.
"I—I’ll handle it myself. I will… so don’t listen to them. O—okay?"
"What are you even saying."
"……."
It was a dismissive line, yet a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. Had she seen my face? Something other than sadness settled in her eyes.
"It’s not like I’m going to die. We’re real friends now, huh?"
"Friends…"
Jeong Ayeong, who had once been happier than anyone just to hear the word “friend,” now seemed a little disappointed. As if turning something over in her mind, she looked away for a moment.
"Okay. Friends."
"Yeah. Get up. We’re gonna be late for class."
A quiet smile bloomed on Jeong Ayeong’s face—so gentle it was hard to believe she’d just been bullied. So I held out my hand to her.
Take it and stand up.
There was just one thing I’d overlooked.
"Ah."
"Uh—?"
First: my body was even weaker than this reversed world already demanded. My frail legs and waist couldn’t support a woman’s weight and strength.
And second: even if we were friends, Jeong Ayeong and I were still opposite sexes.
"Ah…?"
It happened in an instant. The moment she put strength into the hand I’d offered, I was the one who toppled over. Our linked hands pulled us closer, and instead of the pain of hitting the floor, I felt the soft give of Jeong Ayeong’s body.
We were pressed flush against each other. Even through the school uniforms, I could feel the plush warmth of her soft flesh. She might have been a gloomy, slightly chubby girl, but she was still taller than me and had a better figure—a beauty in her own right.
"A—aah…??"
"Nngh. Ugh. Sorry. My body just… doesn’t have any strength."
I couldn’t move properly. We’d ended up sprawled in the hallway—Jeong Ayeong on her back, me collapsed against her as if being held. Because of the height difference, my face had buried itself straight into her chest. Our tangled limbs only pressed us tighter together.
Her frozen body met my clumsy attempts to escape. The full, soft sensation of her breasts against my face made blood rush downward without mercy. Our legs were crossed; below the waist, with only thin pants between us, the blood surged hard. My swelling crotch pressed against Jeong Ayeong’s thigh, and her body flinched as she felt it.
"J—just a second. Just a second…"
"Mm… t—take it slow."
I was just as embarrassed. I hadn’t done it on purpose, which only made the panic worse. I carefully planted my hands on the floor and started to push myself up. Jeong Ayeong’s heated gaze locked onto my crotch. Whether she simply had no sense of tact or this was so new she had zero resistance, the stare was so blatant my whole body twitched.
"You go first. I—I’ll rest a bit and catch up."
"N—no. I’ll wait. We’ll go together."
"……."
"……."
The awkward air was uncomfortable enough, but the space between my legs was worse. Being held by a girl had been more stimulating than I’d expected; the place that had swollen was still standing proud. Seeing it tent the fabric of my pants only made everything more awkward. Moving was one thing—wasn’t it way too obvious?
Jeong Ayeong had said she’d look somewhere else, yet her eyes kept flicking back this way, and I found myself resenting it for no good reason.
Should I just try walking?
One step. Another. If I moved slowly, maybe it would be fine.
"Hnn…!"
One single step. That was all it took for a strange moan to slip from my lips. Completely unintentional—it just came out on its own. Any guy would understand, right? You’re walking down the street or standing in public when you suddenly get hard, and the way it’s positioned inside your pants—the technical term being dick position—is all wrong. My already hypersensitive body after coming to this reversed world had been rubbed by the fabric of my underwear and pants, and a lewd little sound had escaped before I could stop it.
That sound only stimulated Jeong Ayeong further. Our uncomfortable gazes collided.
"……."
"W—why are you swallowing?"
"I—it’s nothing. Sorry."
She turned her head, looked away. Why the hell are you swallowing, you brat.
Calm down. Calm down. Time for the age-old tradition of singing the national anthem in my head. Whether it worked or not, I felt it gradually settling.
The most uncomfortable two minutes of my life.
Anyway. Once I’d finally calmed down, I called to Jeong Ayeong.
"Let’s get up. I’m good now."
"Mm…"
She slowly pushed herself upright. This time I didn’t offer my hand. My body was weaker than I’d thought.
"Hey, Sein."
"Yeah?"
"W—when it gets big… does it feel really uncomfortable?"
"……."
Was she doing this on purpose? Looking at Jeong Ayeong’s face, a breathless little laugh escaped me. This girl was serious. She wasn’t testing me. She wasn’t trying to be suggestive. She was genuinely curious.
Of course she was still embarrassed—it was a sexual topic, after all. Maybe it was because she’d been bullied so constantly, but she had no filter for what should and shouldn’t be said.
"Why would you even ask something like that."
"S—sorry."
Fine, whatever. As I started walking slowly, Jeong Ayeong began fretting and fidgeting. Had it only just hit her? Realizing she’d misspoken, she started apologizing over and over while looking at me.
"Aah. Sein. I’m sorry. G—guys hate stuff like this, right…?"
"……."
I slowly turned and looked at her. We were in a rush to get back to class, yet Jeong Ayeong was watching my face as if my mood mattered more. Like a little country dog fretting and whining. The way she hesitated while looking at me was both cute and pitiful.
A sincere apology and reflection. And that fidgeting somehow suited her large frame in a strangely endearing way.
"It’s fine. Let’s just go."
"Okay… okay!"
Only after I gave her a clear answer did she seem to relax, her steps light and happy as she hurried after me. Forgiveness didn’t instantly erase a mistake, yet the way she walked toward me looked so genuinely happy.
And then—unlike that happy moment—when lunchtime arrived, Kang Hyeona came to our classroom to collect me.
"Hey. Kim Hyeongmin’s calling."
"W—what about me? Me…?"
"You’re off today. Be grateful."
"Se—Sein…"
Jeong Ayeong’s eyes trembled. Anyone could see the anxiety flooding her gaze. In a shaky voice full of worry, she kept saying my name over and over.