D-100: What Kind of Ambitious Bullshit Is This?
“D-did I really do it right? For real. I mean, I actually, genuinely did it perfectly?”
Ha. It took dozens of long, deep breaths before the heat in my chest finally eased up.
Whether I wanted to or not, I kept stirring the jeyuk bokkeum with shaky hands.
This time I waited until it was completely cooked, then turned off the heat and stared at her. I drilled my gaze into her. Would that smile finally disappear? Or was she about to pull some other stunt?
I watched her every move as she answered my silent tension with that same unchanging smile.
When she raised her arm, I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself.
“—Hic.”
“There we go! Good job.”
A crisp clap followed by an arm draped over my shoulder.
Guess I passed this time. Even so, the shame hit me like a truck.
What the hell am I even doing? Getting forcibly kissed and then having my cooking judged like some pathetic contestant… As a man, it felt completely fucked.
But didn’t her face look way too flushed for a simple pass?
Whatever. I passed. That’s what matters.
I went to heat up two bowls of instant rice to eat together. She wasn’t going to make me cook the rice too, right?
No way she’d go that far. I glanced over, anxious, but she wasn’t even looking at me. Whew. I’d been worried she’d pull another stunt. Well, this much was fine.
“…E-enjoy the meal…? Ah, shit. What am I even saying. Just… eat it.”
“Pfft. I’ll eat well, thank you.”
Blushing and babbling like an idiot, I set the freshly made spicy stir-fried pork and two bowls of rice in the middle of the table.
What the hell was I thinking, telling her to “enjoy the meal”? I wasn’t a woman, and she was basically a rapist.
I’d only cooked because she’d half-forced me to. Why would I say something like that?
My head was a mess and I wasn’t in my right mind, so the words just spilled out.
I felt my face burning from the stupid embarrassment.
She saw it and giggled again. Ha. As expected, it pissed me off.
Still, I swallowed it down, refusing to show it. I hid my flushed face and sat at the table.
Because of that forced kiss, it was already well past evening and the world outside had gone dark.
How many minutes had that kiss lasted? It felt like she’d kept going right up until I nearly passed out.
I hated it. I hated everything. The morning’s events had killed my appetite completely. I’d planned to skip eating, but I had no idea what kind of bullshit she’d pull if I refused, so I heated up two portions. I didn’t even want to eat. I usually didn’t eat much anyway…
So I just stared at her. I watched as the stir-fried pork entered her mouth.
Just taste bad. Choke on it and die. No, wait. That wouldn’t be good either. She’d probably do the same thing as before.
Just… be mediocre. Bad enough to annoy me but not enough to make her angry.
All those conflicting feelings swirled inside me as I watched with nervous tension.
“…It’s edible. A little salty, but you did well.”
I let out a long sigh of relief.
That praise made me feel irritated and strangely pathetic at the same time…
I jerked my gaze away and tried a bite myself.
…It was insanely salty. But still, it was somehow edible.
It was so salty I immediately chugged water, but I could tolerate it. Even if it needed three spoonfuls of rice per bite of meat, this level was acceptable.
…Sigh. Yeah. No point trying to run from it. I should just hurry up and finish this Resocialization thing, or whatever it’s called.
If I finish it quickly, I can go back to being a man and live a normal life again.
Normal life… Just hearing the words made me grimace, but I knew this moment would come eventually.
I couldn’t keep living like this forever. As I thought that, her earlier words floated back into my head.
Social trash. Unemployed. Zero friends… Ugh. She wasn’t wrong.
But hearing it directly from someone else hurt more than I expected.
Because of those thoughts, neither of us spoke. The meal passed in complete silence.
It felt suffocating… Eating together with someone I barely knew.
Actually, she wasn’t exactly a stranger anymore. We were clearly in an abuser-victim relationship. I was obviously the victim.
Haaa… After saying all that shit to me, I didn’t feel like opening my mouth first.
“By the way, don’t you have any questions?”
She broke the silence after we’d both finished eating.
Of course I had tons of questions. Why the government was doing this. Why the first thing she did after showing up was a “morning fellatio.” Whether this counted as sexual assault or harassment or broke any laws.
There were so many things I wanted to ask, but one question had been bugging me the most.
I’d asked it several times already, but she always gave me joke answers.
“So why did you really turn me into a woman?”
I was genuinely the most curious about that. I’d written multiple times that I wanted to become a girl, but I hadn’t been serious. I stared at her, waiting.
“Ah. That’s just my personal desire.”
“……What?”
Did I hear that wrong?
My pupils shook as I looked at her. They even dilated slightly.
What kind of bullshit was I hearing? I was stunned into silence.
“I said it’s my personal desire. I don’t like socializing fully grown men.”
…The audacity. How could she say something so fucked up with a straight face?
I was a fully grown man too. Fuck. Our bodies might be different now, but what the hell was she even talking about?
It sounded like a joke no matter how I thought about it, so I asked again, unable to believe her.
“…For real? That’s bullshit, right?”
But her eyes didn’t change. She wasn’t smiling. It looked like she was telling the truth.
“You don’t believe me? Then shall I tell you a bit more?”
“No, you really don’t have to… I said you don’t have to. Get lost.”
Even after I said that, the bitch came closer anyway. Hey, I said I was good. You crazy bitch.
Despite my words, she walked over casually and grabbed my chin tightly.
With my chin held like that, I was forced to meet her gaze. She stared deep into my eyes.
Why are you looking at me like that? And with such a disgusting stare, too.
“Have you ever felt like your eyes become strange sometimes?”
What the hell are you talking about? I was about to say, but then I remembered it had happened.
When I was extremely aroused, at the absolute peak of excitement. My pupils would lose focus, my vision would blur.
That feeling like something was changing in my eyes. …Ugh. Just remembering it filled me with humiliation.
“…It has happened. What is it?”
“It’s the shame of pleasure that comes with being a girl. Every time you feel good…”
Tap, tap. Her fingers poked at the tips of my breasts that were sticking out from under the apron.
Hic. I wanted to tell her to stop touching my breasts… but I couldn’t get the words out.
I sent her a glare full of dissatisfaction, but she had no intention of stopping.
Tap♡ Tap♡ Tap, tap. Her fingers kept teasing the spots she knew felt good.
…♡ Ngh. Clothes. Haa, haaa. Stop it. Haa.
I tried to reach out and push her hand away, but my other arm was caught by hers.
“Your pupils lose focus… and then they gather into a single point.”
Tap, tap, tap. Rub… slide, sliiide…♡
My nipples. Hic. Haa. They felt this good…? Wait. Hng.
Her fingers moved busily, tormenting my nipples.
She scratched them with her nails, then pinched them lightly, then rubbed and rubbed…
Using her thumb to roll the pink nipples that matched the color of the apron, brushing against my areolas.
I didn’t want to admit it, but it felt good… Pleasure rushed in. Little by little. A kind of pleasure I’d never felt as a man.
With two fingers working so busily, my nipples had long since stiffened completely.
By the time my swollen nipples stood out prominently in the air—
“Ngh, hng. Hurry up and tell me… Hng. Haa, ha. Hn, hnn♡”
I barely managed to speak through my ragged breathing, breaking the atmosphere.
Suddenly acting crazy… I asked you to explain my eyes. I was barely holding on.
Her hands kept moving busily. It seemed she’d decided to ignore what I said.
Even now, I could feel my eyes starting to lose focus again.
“…And eventually they turn into hearts. That’s what happens when you feel good.”
“Clothes♡?! Hn, haaaaa. You crazy bastard. What a fucked-up fetish.”
Even as I cursed at her, she didn’t bat an eye. She pinched my swollen nipples between her thick fingers.
Ugh, hic♡ Th-this is, wh-what the— Wait, it hurts♡
The strong stimulation mixed with pain made me moan uncontrollably. After that, her hand finally pulled away.
Hngh. Only then could I breathe again. I let out a long exhale, trying to calm my trembling body.
I glared at her while covering my exposed breasts with my arms so she couldn’t touch them again.
They still tingled. You son of a bitch…
“You almost did it just now. Maybe the problem is that you’re too sensitive. One day you might start making heart eyes just from looking at me.”
“…Fuck off.”
The curse slipped out loud.
Absolutely not. After everything she’d done to me. The thought of making heart eyes just from seeing her face was disgusting.
I hated it. I really hated it. I clenched my fists tightly. I couldn’t even imagine it.
“…I’m going to wash up.”
I ignored her smiling face. Since we’d finished eating, I got up from my seat.
I needed to shower. I usually kept myself clean anyway, and that strange night-bloom scent still wouldn’t go away.
It had been covered by the food smell during dinner, but after what just happened, smelling it again made me feel even stranger.
How much had she come? Seriously. Plus there was the smell of sweat… No. A lot of sweat.
After being forced into such intense “exercise” from morning through lunch, it was only natural.
“Good thinking. You can rest a bit today.”
“Pfft. As if I’d believe that.”
…Tomorrow. I don’t think I’d ever thought about tomorrow this much before.
Until just a day ago, I’d lived without thinking about the next day at all.
But now that I knew I’d have to go through this shit again tomorrow…
Fuck. I really am screwed. No. I even found myself wishing tomorrow would never come.
Sigh. Whatever. Denying it won’t change anything. I slammed the bathroom door shut and escaped from reality.
When I looked in the mirror, there was a woman wearing nothing but an apron. Fuck, what is this?
I cracked the door open, threw the apron outside, and sighed.
There was nothing more humiliating than that apron look. Now it was just my naked body.
Me? I was there. I still couldn’t fully believe it, but—
“Wow, looking at it like this…”
I actually looked pretty. I hadn’t had time to look closely earlier.
The person who used to stare back at me in the mirror until just yesterday was gone. Instead there was this beautiful girl.
With big breasts. Quite cute and lovely.
It felt less like looking in a mirror and more like looking at a photograph or a painting.
I still couldn’t really feel that I was a woman. I only recognized it as a mirror because the reflection copied my movements.
“—Hee, ehehe.”
Just to test it, I touched my breasts, bringing my fingers to the nipples that were still swollen from earlier torment.
The woman in the mirror did the same, touching her ridiculously large breasts with the same motion.
Feeling a strange sensation from the sight, I pressed on my nipple. Tap. Boop.
“A-ahhn♡”
The same sharp, obscene feeling as before made me moan. I immediately pulled my hand away.
She… she didn’t hear that, right?
…Ha, what the hell am I doing? This reality was impossible to believe, but I couldn’t stop what had already arrived.
I’d used up so much stamina that I was exhausted. Only then did I turn on the shower and let the water run over me.
I closed my eyes tightly. The hot water touched my body. Haaaaaaa.
Whew. I finally felt alive again.
The hot water seemed to organize my thoughts a little.
Yeah. I just had to finish this quickly. Tomorrow probably wouldn’t be a big deal.
So she was going to punish me every day based on what I wrote… This was the absolute worst.
I decided not to think about it and let more hot water pour over me. The heat wrapped around my entire body.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at the shower wall, thinking. This was seriously ridiculous.
What the hell did I write that would warrant this kind of punishment? Ah, it probably wasn’t that bad. It couldn’t be. I didn’t write that much…
…Wait. Did I write a lot?
“Excuse me. I need to wash up too. Before you stay in there forever.”
“Ah, okay—! Shit, just a second.”
I’d been lost in thought when her voice came through.
I thought she wasn’t even giving me time to rest, but I had apparently been in the shower for quite a while.
Well, I did have a lot to think about. Wasn’t this all her fault in the first place?
This bitch was seriously hilarious.
Still, I was too tired to argue, so I didn’t snap back at her.
I poked my head out briefly to check if she was nearby.
“Haa, ha. What the hell is this now. Fuck.”
She wasn’t there, but clothes had been left for me. Panties. A bra. Women’s underwear.
Where the hell did she get these? Fuck. There was even a women’s pajama set.
Was I supposed to wear this? I’d rather be naked. It was more embarrassing than the apron.
But I couldn’t walk around naked in front of her. Haa. Haaaa.
After a few deep breaths to compose myself, I put on the underwear. The panties went on easily, of course.
But what the hell was this bra? How did it even work? I fumbled with it but couldn’t figure it out.
Did I put it on like this? I thought that was how, but… it wouldn’t fasten. What the hell? I couldn’t get it at all.
“…Come here for a second. And don’t think anything weird.”
In the end, I had no choice but to call her. She would know, since she looked like the type who’d done this before.
“What is it?”
I heard her footsteps. Thud, thud.
I was a little nervous. I’d just ask her to put the bra on for me. That was it.
The footsteps got closer. I felt her presence behind me. She was here.
What she saw was me struggling pathetically, unable to put on a single bra.
I felt pathetic, but I couldn’t just stay naked… Especially with breasts this ridiculously huge.
“Put this on for me. You know how, right? You bastard.”
“Aha. Here, like this. I’ll teach you properly.”
She stood behind me again. With the attitude of teaching me everything from start to finish, she took the bra.
And surprisingly, she began putting it on me quite sincerely.
“U-uhn♡” Ah, right after I thought she was being sincere.
Her hand brushed against my nipple and I almost moaned. I held it back.
This bitch… She definitely did that on purpose. But at least she seemed to be trying to put it on properly for now.
That’s what I thought, but soon she was groping my breasts hard again.
“—U-uhhek♡ Clothes. You, you—”
“Please stay still. It’s because you keep moving when I didn’t mean to do that.”
My body trembled violently. It was just my breasts being groped, but the stimulation hit my brain directly.
Bullshit. After touching me like that. I looked up at her with a face that said I wanted to kill her.
But she just looked back at me with an amused smile, as if my expression was funny.
I was so annoyed I tried to spit out some venomous insult, but—
…Click. I heard the sound. Ah, it was on. The secure feeling of it wrapping around my chest completely.
“All done.”
“You’re a real piece of work. Can’t read you at all, you bastard.”
It felt awkward now that she’d put it on me without doing anything else.
What, no more harassment? She’s not going to do it? …She’s really not? A little… disappointing. No, that’s not what I meant—!
Ahem. Unexpected. So she wasn’t going to touch me every single day?
Whew. Well, that was a good thing.
I finished putting on the pajamas and collapsed onto the bed.
I wondered where she would sleep, but it seemed she was taking the sofa again.
I heard her say “Sleep well,” but I completely ignored it and rolled over.
I hoped she wouldn’t start any bullshit first thing in the morning tomorrow.
With that wish, I squeezed my eyes shut and fell asleep.
Not knowing what kind of punishment awaited me tomorrow.