Someone's Jerking Off in the Girls' Restroom?!

Neon Fall was an urban fantasy dating simulation released in early 2026. From the very moment its promotional teaser dropped, I had waited on pins and needles for launch day.

The second it hit the digital storefront, I bought it immediately. Over the months that followed, I played with obsessive devotion, racking up well over a thousand hours of playtime.

Did anyone really need to pour that much of their life into a dating sim?

Well... the heroines were drop-dead gorgeous. What else was a hardcore fan supposed to do?

Then, on a day like any other, just as I booted up the game to fawn over my favorite characters, something completely absurd happened.

My monitor suddenly flashed with a blinding brilliance, and before I could even process what was happening—

"Are you freaking kidding me...?"

I found myself standing inside the world of Neon Fall.

Under normal circumstances, waking up inside a visual novel I adored might have been a dream come true.

There was just one glaring, catastrophic problem.

"Why the hell am I a girl?!"

The primary setting of Neon Fall was Noctus Academy, an elite institution dedicated to the study and mastery of supernatural abilities. In the original lore, it had been a prestigious, all-girls academy until a recent policy shift opened its doors to co-ed enrollment. The game's protagonist was supposed to be the very first male transfer student—and the only guy in the entire school.

So why in the world was I a girl?

Lying neatly on the bed was a second-year student uniform.

The core setup seemed intact: transferring to Noctus Academy to pursue higher studies in supernatural abilities. Everything lined up with the protagonist's background.

"Ah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this is driving me insane. Why a woman? If I'm a girl, does this mean my harem is... wait, is it still a harem? A yuri harem? Whatever, why am I a girl in the first place?!"

Granted, the face staring back at me was undeniably stunning.

White hair paired with crimson eyes was practically an overpowered visual combination.

Dazed by the sheer absurdity of the situation, I paced back and forth across the small studio apartment, drowning in bewildered contemplation.

"Wait... if I'm a girl... could it be?"

A sudden, critically important thought crossed my mind.

Without hesitation, I stripped off the stretched-out collar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of my oversized T-shirt, kicked off the dolphin shorts, and stood stark naked before the full-length mirror.

My jaw hung open. For several long seconds, I could only stare in dazed, breathless disbelief at the reflection before me.

Smooth, delicate shoulders; a slender, tapered waist; thighs that curved with just the right amount of plush fullness; and above all else...

"B-Breasts...!"

They were voluptuous, heavy globes far too large to cup with a single hand.

"Holy crap... they're huge."

With a gentle sway of my hips, the heavy mounds rolled and wobbled in unison, jiggling with astonishing elasticity.

To think that a guy who had never once touched a woman's chest in his entire life now had a pair of magnificent breasts attached to his own body.

Squish—!

"T-They're so soft... Squishy, warm, and plush."

Gently cupping both breasts in my hands, a tactile sensation unlike anything I had ever felt filled my palms to overflowing.

"They're... pink?"

The areolas and perky nipples were a delicate, pristine pink.

Driven by raw curiosity, I gave one a light pinch. It didn't trigger the kind of breathy, instantaneous gasp you always saw in hentai anime or manga. It just felt like a mild tickle against a sensitive spot.

Still, the novelty of it was deeply surreal.

"A woman's waist really is this narrow, huh."

Tracing my fingers down the curve of my waist, my eyes were inevitably drawn lower—to a clean, completely hairless, plump little fold, neatly pressed shut.

"It's... a pussy."

Just minutes ago, a perfectly sturdy, proud son had swung between my thighs. Now, that trusty companion was nowhere to be found, replaced entirely by a delicate, parted slit.

"I've never seen one in real life before..."

Driven by pure, primal curiosity, I sank onto the floor and spread my thighs. Wanting a clearer view, I hitched one leg up and gripped my buttock with one hand.

"S-So... what does it look like inside...?"

Squeezing my eyes shut in a moment of nervous hesitation, I used my free hand to gently spread the outer lips apart before slowly opening my eyes to face the mirror.

"The inside... is pink too. It's actually really pretty...?"

The exposed inner flesh was a lovely petal-pink that matched the blush of my nipples.

When I bore down slightly—using the exact same muscular impulse I once used to flex my former member—the vaginal opening parted and contracted with an erotic, inviting flutter.

"Is a girl's anus... different from a guy's too? Why does even that look cute?"

After staring at my own backside for a beat, my gaze snapped back to the folds below.

"And this is the clit."

I lightly tapped my index finger against the little pearl.

"Ngh...♡"

A stifled whimper slipped past my lips—a reaction completely different from touching my nipples.

I had heard the clitoris was far more sensitive, but experiencing it firsthand was another story entirely.

"It really is tucked under a little hood. Does it poke out and swell up if I keep touching it?"

Press—!

"Haa...♡ Ah, mmh...♡"

Curiosity got the better of me. Pressing firmly down on the clit, I began rubbing it in gentle, rhythmic circles.

A jolt of pleasure sharp enough to drag out sweet moans coursed through my lower abdomen, and my inner walls began fluttering rhythmically entirely against my will.

Before long, the soft sunlight catching between my thighs glistened with moisture.

"D-Did I... get wet?"

Just as my clit began tingling and hardening, I gently pressed a single finger against the slick pink flesh and drew it back slowly.

Sure enough, a clear, viscous thread of fluid stretched between my finger and the slit before snapping.

"I really... got wet."

Staring at the shimmering droplet clinging to my fingertip, I hesitated for a second.

Lick...♡

I brought it to my lips and gave it a cautious taste.

"Mmh... Honestly, not great. A bit metallic and briny."

This was entirely the fault of adult media. I had genuinely believed the fiction that female juices tasted like sweet honey.

"The clit... I feel like it'll peek out completely if I just tease it a little more."

It was still partially shielded beneath its hood. Just as I raised my trembling fingers to coax it out—

Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep—!

"Gaaaah!"

The sudden blare of my phone alarm startled me so badly that the back of my head slammed flat onto the floor.

"Oww! God, that hurt... Ugh, what kind of alarm is this?!"

Groping around blindly on the bed with one hand, I finally retrieved the phone and squinted at the glowing screen.

"Crap, I have to get to the academy!"

I had gotten so absorbed in exploring my newly minted female body that I nearly forgot the most important thing on my schedule.

Come to think of it, the game had kicked off its prologue with this exact same phone alarm.

The sequence of events was identical, which only made my unexpected gender bend all the more baffling.

As I pulled on the uniform laid out on the bed, I noticed a name badge pinned to the knit sweater.

"Evelyn Cassia? Guess that's my name now."

After double-checking the name, I left the apartment and headed toward the academy.

The surrounding streets felt remarkably familiar. Part of that came from the fact that it was an urban fantasy setting, but mostly it was because I had spent over a thousand hours exploring every inch of this map as a hardcore veteran.

"The shuttle bus stop should be right around here."

As I waited for the bus to Noctus Academy, a specific event flashed through my mind—the prologue encounter with the very first heroine.

If I remembered correctly, an outgoing classmate was supposed to strike up a conversation at the bus stop...

"Huh? Hey there! I haven't seen your face around before."

Right on cue.

"Hi."

Turning toward the voice, I was greeted by a young woman with vivid blonde hair and striking amber-yellow eyes, smiling brightly.

Her crimson necktie marked her as a second-year student.

Her appearance, her role as my classmate, the timing of our first encounter—everything matched the game to the letter.

"Whoa, you are ridiculously pretty! Are you a transfer student?"

"Ah, yeah. I'm Evelyn Cassia."

"I'm Roseline! Roseline von Reiner. Super nice to meet you!"

She was the quintessential gyaru character.

Obsessed with fashion and beauty trends, her extroverted, sociable personality made her the ultimate social butterfly at Noctus Academy.

Her high ponytail and assortment of trendy ear piercings were her signature charm points.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too."

I took her outstretched hand, and just like in the game, an enthusiastic, one-sided chatter session kicked off.

"Where are you from?"

"I'm, uh... from Korea."

"Korea? Never heard of that city before."

"It's not a city... It's a small country."

"Oh, wow, really? No wonder you look so exotic! Seriously, you're drop-dead gorgeous!"

"Th-Thanks."

Since the original game never fleshed out the protagonist's hometown backstory, I had just blurted out the truth, but thankfully she took it in stride.

More importantly, unlike in the game, she seemed to take a massive liking to me right from our very first meeting. Was it because I was a girl now, or because of this absurdly attractive face?

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one."

"Wait, really? That means I'm older! I'm twenty-two!"

While enrollment at the academy required reaching adulthood, classmates didn't necessarily share the same age. Advancement between grade levels was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠determined by rigorous performance exams, meaning older students in the same year were common.

"You gotta ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠call me big sis from now on!"

In the game, she had beamed cheerfully and told the male protagonist to call her older sister.

Here, the player was faced with two classic dialogue choices: indulge her and use the affectionate title, or stick to calling her casually by name.

Going with the pet name gave an immediate boost to her affection meter, but turning her down didn't derail her route in the long run.

"No thanks."

"Huh? Why not?!"

"Because you don't look like an older sister at all."

Parroting the protagonist's exact dialogue option from the game, Roseline puffed out her cheeks and narrowed her eyes in mock indignation.

It was ridiculously adorable in person.

Finding myself suddenly sucked into Neon Fall and turned into a woman was disorienting, to say the least. But all that confusion melted away the instant I saw the heroine I had only ever admired through a flat monitor standing right in front of me—moving, breathing, and expressing herself with fluid, natural grace.

"Ah, the bus is here."

Boarding the shuttle with Roseline, we soon arrived at the gates of Noctus Academy.

"Whoa..."

Seeing it in person blew the 2D background illustrations completely out of the water.

Living up to its title as the second-largest academy in the world, the sheer scale of the sprawling campus was utterly overwhelming.

"It's huge..."

"If we had more time, I'd give you a tour of the whole place! Next time we hang out, I'll show you around, okay?"

"Sure, thanks."

"Oh, by the way, do you know where the faculty office is?"

"Nope, no clue."

"Then follow me! It's on my way anyway."

As a hardcore veteran, I knew the path to the staff room like the back of my hand, but I played the clueless newbie to rack up some extra affection points.

Leading the way with a bouncy, cheerful stride, Roseline suddenly glanced back and grabbed my hand.

"Whoa?!"

"Pfft! Why do you look so shocked?"

"N-No, it's just..."

There was definitely no hand-holding event in the prologue!

"Come on, let's hurry."

Before I could gather my wits, Roseline pulled me along by the hand straight to the faculty office.

It seemed my new female body was causing events to deviate from the game's original script.

"Here's the teachers' office. Just go inside and tell them you're the new transfer student."

"Yeah, thank you."

"Alright, I'll see you around! Bye-bye!"

"See you, Roseline."

Once Roseline disappeared around the corridor corner, I brought the hand she had held up to my nose. A delicate, floral scent—probably from hand cream—tickled my nostrils.

"You could never experience something like this in a game. Reminds me of that character-themed hand cream they sold as official merch back then. I guess this is what it smelled like."

Taking a steady breath, I opened the door to the faculty office and stepped inside.

"Excuse me. I'm Evelyn Cassia, the new transfer student."

I announced my arrival to the room full of instructors.

"Ah, you must be Evelyn Cassia."

Before long, a familiar brown-haired woman approached with a calm, gentle stride.

Her name was Hazel Seraphina.

She taught supernatural ability theory for second-year students and was one of the game's capturable heroines. Being in her mid-thirties, her serene, reassuring smile radiated an aura of poised, mature elegance.

"Hello. I'm Hazel Seraphina, your homeroom teacher. We'll be heading over to introduce you to the class shortly."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am. I'll be in your care."

"My, what wonderful manners. And quite a lovely face to match."

It seemed this white-hair-and-crimson-eyes combo naturally charmed people wherever I went.

As we walked toward the classroom, Ms. Hazel gave me a rundown of Noctus Academy's curriculum and administrative system. Since I already knew every detail by heart, I simply nodded along, pretending to listen attentively.

"This is your homeroom, Class C. Step inside and introduce yourself."

"Understood, ma'am."

The classroom door slid open, and the lively, bustling chatter of students filled the air—not unlike any high school classroom back in Korea.

"Alright, settle down, everyone! We have a new transfer student joining us today. Go ahead, dear."

"Hello, everyone. My name is Evelyn Cassia. I transferred to Noctus Academy to deepen my understanding and mastery of supernatural abilities. I look forward to getting along with all of you."

Right as I wrapped up my introduction...

"Wait, Evelyn?! Hey, over here, Evelyn!"

Roseline leaped to her feet, waving vigorously with a radiant grin.

Being the first heroine, the narrative was designed to smoothly tie our paths together early on.

"Do you two already know each other?" Ms. Hazel asked.

"We met at the shuttle bus stop this morning," I explained.

"Is that so? In that case, Evelyn, go take the empty seat next to Roseline."

"Yes, ma'am."

I walked down the aisle and slipped into the desk beside Roseline, who welcomed me with a dazzling smile.

"I had no idea we were in the same class!" she whispered.

"I didn't know which class I was assigned to either, so I couldn't tell you."

While the teacher went through morning announcements, I casually scanned the room.

Every single student in the classroom was female.

Had the co-ed reform only just begun, meaning male students were scattered in other classes?

"Alright, that wraps up morning homeroom. Get ready for your first period."

The second Ms. Hazel stepped out the door, the girls in the room surged to their feet and swarmed around my desk.

"Your name is Evelyn, right? You are so adorable!"

"How can someone be this pretty?! Where did you transfer from?"

"Uh... w-well..."

In the original game, being the first male student naturally drew attention, but it had never been anything like this overwhelming mob.

"What's your hobby? What's your favorite subject?"

"What kind of supernatural ability do you have?"

"I, uh... that is..."

I was going to drown in the suffocatingly sweet scent of perfume and powder!

"E-Excuse me, I need to use the restroom!"

Unable to endure the relentless barrage of questions, I slipped out of the encirclement and sprinted for the hallway.

"Haa... haa... Good grief."

Even if I had no aversion to talking to girls, that was entirely too much to handle at once.

Deciding to hide out in the restroom until the commotion in the classroom died down, I caught my breath just as the stall door next to mine clicked shut.

Assuming someone had just come in to relieve themselves, I leaned against the partition—until a sound broke the silence.

Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap—!

It was a sound that had no business being heard here.

And yet, it was a rhythm so intimately familiar that there was no mistaking it.

The wet, frantic sound of someone violently jerking off...?

Could it be a male student...?

No, wait—this is the girls' restroom?!