I Want to Fix My Timid Personality!
After wrapping up the lecture, I trudged out of the classroom only to find Haemi noona already waiting for me right outside. She greeted me with a bright smile.
"You worked so hard this morning! Here, you must be hungry, right?"
"Ah, thank you..."
She handed me a small lunchbox containing simple toast—neatly arranged slices of baked bread spread with butter and jam. Still yawning from the lingering exhaustion in my body, I took the toast and shoved it straight into my mouth.
"There wasn't much left at home, so I just toasted some bread... Hehe, sorry. Maybe I went a little overboard this morning?"
"...Not at all. I was the one going wild right alongside you, so I'm hardly in any position to complain. And thanks for the toast. I wasn't really hungry, but eating something does make me feel a bit more alive."
I passed her one of the remaining slices. She smiled shyly, twisting a strand of her side hair around her finger.
"Ah, I'm fine. Wooju packed me plenty earlier, so I'm full ♡"
"......."
My eyes drifted to her sparkling jade-green irises and the way her tongue slowly licked her red-tinted lips. The memory of this morning's frenzied exchange of fluids hit me—the raw pleasure of climaxing in her mouth three times before I'd even fully come to my senses.
My face grew hot for no reason. I quickly looked down, only to be confronted by the sight of her body, which felt far more alluring than usual. Her breasts had grown far beyond their original size, leaving her without any underwear that fit. She was essentially wearing nothing underneath. To hide her dramatically altered curves as best she could, she'd thrown on an oversized, loose t-shirt and a pair of short hot pants. That was it—just two scraps of fabric. Yet she walked around campus without a hint of shame or attempt to conceal herself.
Thanks to that, I had no idea where to rest my eyes. Meeting her gaze brought back memories of the morning. But looking down meant facing the overwhelming volume of her chest, which threatened to flip every switch I had.
"...Hmm~ Wooju, are you avoiding my eyes on purpose? Don't tell me... you're turned on...?"
"...Let's call it a day. I'm seriously going to collapse at this rate."
"Hehe, so you are turned on?"
Haemi noona hooked a finger into the collar of her t-shirt and tugged it down just enough to reveal the sweaty valley between her breasts. I squeezed my eyes shut and crammed the rest of the toast into my mouth, chewing furiously.
I handed the empty lunchbox back to her—she was being far more brazenly seductive than usual—and forced the conversation in a different direction.
"But your lecture isn't until after lunch, noona. Why are you out here already?"
"Look at you changing the subject? Hmm~ Fine, I'll let it slide this time! But if you get horny, you can pin me down anytime, okay?"
"...Other people might hear us."
I glanced around, checking to see if anyone was close enough to catch our conversation. Thankfully the area was empty. Noona, who had been playfully jumping an imaginary rope with an elastic band, burst out laughing and patted my shoulder.
"Okay, okay~ Thanks to you, Wooju, my breasts and hips got a lot bigger after I became like this. I don't have any underwear that fits anymore... It's hard to buy the right size on short notice, so I came to borrow some."
"...Borrow underwear? From who?"
"Someone with a similar size to me now. Ah, there she is!"
Haemi noona pointed and waved enthusiastically. Following her gaze, I saw a woman running toward us, her own enormous chest bouncing heavily with every step. It was Yunsol, clutching a paper shopping bag, breathing hard as she wiped sweat from her chin.
"Yunsol, hi~ How did the debate go?"
"Haa... Haa... Unnie, I don't think that's the question right now... What on earth happened? How could your size suddenly get this..."
"Aang ♡ Don't touch me so suddenly. They're really sensitive..."
"Eek! I'm sorry!! It was just so fascinating that I—"
I turned my eyes away from their conversation. When Yunsol had grabbed her, the shape of Haemi noona's breasts had been clearly visible through that loose shirt. Even having seen them directly, they were stunningly large and beautiful. Seeing them like this was... something else entirely.
"Ah, Wooju. You're hard right now."
"I know, so you don't need to point it out..."
I leaned back against the corridor wall, slid down, and collapsed onto the floor. I'd already come so much this morning—why was this happening again? At this rate I wouldn't be able to stand for a while.
"Hehe... Let's see... Hmm, yeah, this should fit me perfectly now."
"A-ah, u-unnie! You're going to take that out here...!"
Haemi noona pulled an enormous bra—large enough to fill both hands—from the paper bag Yunsol had brought and stared at it in admiration. Yunsol noticed where my eyes had gone, snatched the bra from noona's hands, and hid it behind her back.
"What's the big deal? You've already seen everything Wooju has to offer, down to the most intimate parts, haven't you?"
"Th-that's true, but embarrassing things are still embarrassing! Oppa, don't look over here either!"
"...Why are both of you acting like this toward me, seriously..."
Yunsol's face flushed bright red as she grabbed Haemi noona by the shoulders and shook her. Meanwhile, noona simply looked bored, picking at her ear while casually inspecting the contents of the bag.
"Honestly, both of you are so shy. Why act like that when it's just us? Anyway, thanks, Yunsol. I'll only wear it today and return it clean tomorrow after washing it."
"...You can keep it until you buy some that actually fit. I put spares in the bag too..."
"Oh, really? Thank you! I'll go put some underwear on real quick, so both of you wait here!"
Noona pulled out a plain white bra and panties—nothing decorative, just simple cotton—and headed into the bathroom. Watching her go, Yunsol kept glancing at me with an expression that looked like she was about to burst into tears, letting out little "Ah, aah!" sounds. I gave her a small nod.
She must have read the resignation in my eyes. Giving up, she slumped down beside me, back against the wall, the light gone from her gaze.
"...Just bear with her. She's always been the type to march to her own beat."
"...There aren't any people walking by, right? Sigh... Every time I meet Haemi unnie, I feel like all my energy gets sucked out..."
"........."
".......Sigh."
A heavy silence settled over us, pressing down on my shoulders. After a while, Yunsol, who had been stealing glances at me, finally spoke.
"Oppa..."
"Yeah?"
"When unnie took the underwear inside earlier... did you see it...?"
"..........."
"You can answer honestly..."
"I saw it. White."
"Aaaack! You really did!!"
"Ah, why?! You said I could tell you! What's the problem?!"
I had to physically restrain her as she began furiously smacking the paper bag. Her face had turned so red I almost imagined I could see white steam rising from her head. Even with me holding both her arms, she kept struggling, looking up at me with watery eyes.
"...What am I supposed to do about being embarrassed...? Don't you think it's strange, oppa? I'm supposed to be your Saintess. We've already done those kinds of things... but until the moment actually arrives, I get too shy to say anything at all..."
"...Isn't that just how you are? There's nothing strange about it. Not every Saintess has to be obsessed with sex..."
"......."
"...Right?"
Her face grew even redder than before. Yunsol had gone completely stiff, avoiding my eyes. She kept stealing glances at my crotch, fidgeting with her legs and adjusting her glasses. After a long pause, she finally answered in a tiny, barely audible voice.
"...It can't be helped, can it...? Since I'm with you like this and that... and I'm a Saintess, it's only natural... When I was away for the debate for a few days, you and Haemi unnie must have done it so much... When I finally became a Saintess, I felt a little happy about it... I thought maybe I could change even a little bit..."
"Uh, Ko Yunsol? You don't need to be that pessimistic. I'm sorry about seeing your underwear—it wasn't on purpose—and I'm sorry for not paying enough attention to you."
"No, I'm the one who's sorry... I hate myself like this too... Being so timid... not even able to say what I want properly... If only I had a cool, refreshing personality like the protagonists in novels or dramas, other people wouldn't find me so frustrating, right?"
I wasn't sure how seeing her underwear had led to this deeply personal conversation, but...
"Ah, haha... Sorry. I made the mood weird for no reason. The debate results weren't very good... I got scolded by the upperclassmen. They said things like, 'Your voice is too quiet so it cost us points.' I guess I became a bit sensitive after that... Haha..."
"...It's fine. So you messed up once—what does it matter? You still have the summer and winter debates ahead of you, don't you?"
"...Yes, I need to prepare properly for those at least... Hehe..."
It seemed Yunsol had been carrying some fairly deep worries. She really did have a small voice and spoke slowly. Even among her classmates and seniors, the "pretty freshman" had become the subject of endless gossip about her personality.
Things like She's nice, but you can't hear a word she says, She talks so slowly you have to ask her to repeat everything multiple times, and She seems lost in her own world, so it's hard to approach her. I'd heard it all to the point of nausea after returning to school.
A girl who loved books and tended to go along with other people's opinions rather than assert her own. There had even been one sleazy senior who said, "If you push her a little, it looks like she'd let you have a go."
No one really approached her. The only people at school you could call her friends were me, Haemi noona, and a few others from the same reading club. We'd met when she followed Haemi noona into the club and grown somewhat close, but we weren't intimate enough to share our deepest thoughts.
Still, the worries I could hear now that she'd become a Saintess genuinely pained me. Part of me wanted to hunt down everyone spreading those rumors and beat some sense into them, but that wouldn't solve the real issue. The problem was rooted deep inside her. Nothing would change unless she changed.
I patted her slightly drooping shoulder, trying to find some comforting words, when—
Splash.
"...Hmm?"
A cold, wet sensation touched my left hand—the one I'd rested on the floor away from Yunsol. I turned my head. A sticky liquid was leaking from my bag, forming a puddle on the corridor floor.
"God damn it...!"
My mind instantly filled with thoughts of the books and laptop inside. I frantically opened the bag. Papers and clothes were already floating in a pool of sticky mucus.
Cursing under my breath, I pulled out the important items and tried to clean them off. That's when Yunsol approached from behind.
"O-oppa? Are you okay...?"
"Ah, yeah. Sorry... The bag suddenly... Wait, what?"
As I turned toward her while organizing the bag, a strange unease hit me. This liquid was definitely the same stuff Haemi noona had drunk while wearing the mask this morning... But the mask I'd stored in the bag was gone.
"...Can I... change...?"
"──Yunsol?"
A quiet, will-less voice came from behind me. Yunsol stood there limply, staring down at the mask in both hands with hazy, unfocused eyes.
And then—
"I want to change too..."
Thud—
She slammed the mucus-covered mask onto her face in an instant.
"Yunsol...! Uwaak!!"
"──Gulp... Gulp..."
She collapsed onto the corridor floor like a puppet with its strings cut. I lunged forward and caught her in my arms. Her body began to twitch and tremble against me, just like Haemi noona had that morning. She was drinking something.
"Haa, damn it."