4 - You want my daughter to wear something like this??
4 - You want my daughter to wear something like this??
Tsk.
A large sedan.
Inside it, the man called Father and I were left all alone.
Amidst the ice-cold atmosphere, the one thing I considered fortunate was that I was sitting in the back seat.
Buuuuuung.
It's a really nice car.
The car felt no sense of speed and was quiet.
However, that quietness instead accelerated this cold atmosphere even more.
'Suffocating.'
I had heard of people saying they were suffocating just from the atmosphere, but this was my first time experiencing it.
It was practically horrific.
The sense of pressure emanating from the driver's seat.
This feeling, sensed even without him looking directly at me.
What is this?
Just what kind of man could emit a vibe like that?
Say something, anything.
This atmosphere is so horrific.
It's enough to give me goosebumps.
"You're confident, right?"
The one who broke that spine-chilling silence at that moment was Father.
A question asking whether I could do well on the exam.
In fact, I didn't even know what kind of exam I was going to take right now.
Therefore, I had no confidence.
One of my flaws was that I couldn't lie.
In an atmosphere like this, I should have just answered that I was confident, but I couldn't.
Umjujum.
Me with a flustered expression on my face.
The gaze of the man called Father, watching that through the rearview mirror, was growing fiercely sharp.
"If you lack confidence, I told you so clearly to at least wear your clothes properly!!"
Kwang!
The man struck the steering wheel hard.
"Kyak!!"
Was it because I had become a woman?
Or was it because that man's charisma was so overpowering?
My heart began to beat like crazy.
And soon, the corners of my eyes began to grow moist.
"Huw... I'm sorry."
Was it because he was still my father?
Seeing the tears of me, his daughter, the man soon caught his breath.
"You see the shopping bag next to you, right?"
Only then did my eyes drift beside me.
There lay a luxurious shopping bag.
"If you have any [Thought], go change into it. There is someone who has kept their eye on you... If you wear that, there won't be any major problems in your life ahead."
It was a luxury brand.
A top-tier luxury item you could tell just by looking at the shopping bag.
The man was rough and blunt, but his affection for me, his daughter, seemed clear.
"...Yes."
Since there was no need to reject that affection, I answered obediently.
However, it was still hard to grasp the situation.
One thing was certain right now.
I, who thought I was dead, was now possessed in a woman's body.
And this place was a completely different world from the one I used to live in.
That's right.
It's an absurd story.
It was literally a story straight out of a delusional web novel.
"Heup......"
I pressed my fingernails into my thigh hard enough for a moan to escape.
It wasn't that I couldn't feel pain.
It hurt.
That meant this wasn't a dream.
The car entered the inside of a tunnel.
My face was reflected in the darkly tinted window.
An unimaginably beautiful face.
'Come to think of it... I... look just like that idol??'
An idol I saw before the car accident.
She looked completely identical to her.
An idol originating from a BJ who made a comfortable living based solely on her face.
Because I envied her before I died... was that why I possessed this woman?
Right.
If that's all it is, it's not bad.
In modern society, appearance is a powerful means of making money.
As long as you're handsome or pretty, it turns into money.
I looked down.
A neat school uniform attire.
I could see large breasts that the blouse couldn't even hide.
Long legs without a single blemish.
A waist so thin that, even though it was mine, I wondered how all my internal organs fit inside.
It was perfect.
With this, I'd be able to earn enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life as an idol... no, even if I just became a BJ at the very least.
The problem... is one.
That this place is a bit different from the laws of the world I knew.
The woman called Mother crawling around on all fours in a nearly naked state, for instance.
The man called Father treating Mother like a pet, and so on.
On top of that, I had to take an exam... and my younger sibling got angry, acting as if some huge problem would arise if I failed it.
I looked at the shopping bag next to me once more.
The clothes given by Father.
He told me that if I had any [Thought], I must change into these clothes.
My attire was high school student attire itself.
What on earth could it mean for him to tell me to wear different clothes here?
Puk.
I rested my head against the headrest.
I closed my eyes.
The pressure from the man called Father looking at me through the rearview mirror.
The choice of whether or not to wear the clothes he gave me.
And the exam I would soon have to take.
'Right. Let's face it head-on for now. An answer will come out once I do that.'
Why was it?
The immense pressures directed at me.
However, the fluttering excitement was greater than the worry.
Expectation.
Perhaps it was because I had become that idol I wanted for my second life.
A life where I wouldn't have to suffer like a dog, but could comfortably make a living just by casually flapping my mouth.
Right.
Let's not worry too much.
Everything will turn out fine.
My possessing this body must surely be a blessing from God.
Since I lived such a pitiful life... it definitely must be so.
Thinking that it was a blessing from God made my fluttering heart considerably more at ease.
'It'll be fine.'
Repeating the words that everything would be fine, I began to mind-control myself.
**
"We're here."
The car stopped in the underground parking lot of a building that looked exactly like the shape of a high school I knew.
Should I say it was a relief that it wasn't some strange place defying common sense?
Chkeolkeok.
The door opened automatically.
Father had opened it.
A top-tier sedan equipped with automatic doors.
A luxury house with a garden and parking lot.
This man was definitely an upper-class person who had succeeded in society.
"Yes... thank you."
Since he was a man who hated nodding the head without manners, I bowed my body even lower, and no more complaints popped out of the man's mouth.
Ttokak.
As the dress shoes I was wearing touched the parking lot floor, the sound echoed excessively.
Partly because they were traditional shoes that prioritized looks over comfort, making a heavy sound, but most importantly, because the parking lot was completely empty.
"The clothes?"
"Ah-ah...! Just a moment."
Was it because I was too nervous?
I had left the luxury clothes given by Father right there and gotten out.
I hurriedly grabbed the closing back door and shoved my upper body into the back seat.
"Tsk tsk... For a thing that's useless without its owner to think of becoming some elite......"
What on earth is he talking about?
Owner?
Ha, shit, my mind is a mess, so I couldn't even hear what he said.
How annoying.
I hate situations like this.
Being flustered and unable to properly grasp the surrounding situation.
Because I had intentionally been chewed out by seniors like this many times before.
"Do you even have any intention of wearing them?"
Deep-rooted distrust was being unmasked and radiated from the man's remark.
'I'm listening to you this hard... this is too much.'
I felt wronged.
Soon, however, I suppressed that grievance.
It was probably because of the karma of this body's original owner.
Since that wasn't my fault.
I shouldn't think of it as criticism directed at me.
"Yes. I'll wear them. Don't worry, Father."
Since I didn't know how to smile to make this man look upon me favorably, I just smiled.
"...You......"
Why was it?
Seeing that smile, the man turned his head away.
His face seemed to have turned red.
What is this.
Could it be... is he having weird thoughts about his daughter?
"...Go on inside."
Perhaps not wanting to show his face, the man immediately got into his car and drove away, disappearing.
...Whoa, what the hell?
Why does my mood feel strangely shitty?
He acted all grand and heavy, only to turn out to be a bastard lusting after his daughter?
"Ha... fuck."
A curse popped out of my mouth.
However, hearing the word "fuck" in a delicate woman's voice gave off a bizarre feeling.
The warmth I had felt from him as a father until just a moment ago vanished in an instant.
Goosebumps broke out all over my body.
It felt as though all my skin was turning into goosebumps.
"Ugh... then could this by any chance reflect his tastes too?"
I lifted the shopping bag.
The shopping bag that until just a moment ago felt warm with Father's warmth now seemed to emit a strange odor.
"...I have to hope it isn't."
Alright, first.
Let's at least check.
I looked around.
Checking these clothes right here is dangerous.
If by any chance they're truly perverted clothes... I'll end up a pervert in the blink of an eye.
I quickly entered the building entrance.
By the way, are there no people taking the exam?
Why are there so few people?
"He definitely said I was late. Why are there so few people?"
......
Well, having no people might even be better.
Hoping desperately that they weren't weird clothes, I headed toward the restroom.
**
"W-What the hell-!"
I ended up letting out a loud voice before I knew it.
How fortunate it was that it was a time slot with no people around.
"Are these... really meant for me to wear?"
I lifted the skirt.
The pattern of the fabric, which started at a baseline of 20 million won, was undeniably a luxury brand.
"It's the size... of a palm."
A skirt about a handspan in length.
That's right.
This wasn't normal clothing.
A skirt so short that the underside of my buttocks was visible.
On top of that, the fabric was thin.
If I made a mistake—
"This bastard... giving this sort of thing to his daughter...???"
I looked further inside the shopping bag.
A one-piece dress that looked lacking in fabric just by looking at it.
And folded up was a garment that looked like either a jacket or a scrap of cloth.
"...Fucking bastard."
A curse popped out at that instant.
Because I discovered panties neatly folded at the very bottom.
I lifted the panties.
A thin, black piece of cloth barely able to cover my precious parts.
The rest were all strings.
High-end silk material.
The luxury brand mark embedded in the fabric meant they were definitely expensive panties.
However, these weren't... panties.
They were merely event garments meant to incite men's lust.
"...I'm his daughter. How could he do this to his daughter?"
Anger surged crazily inside my head.
Acting as if he was so worried, in the end, that bastard was nothing more than a horny male.
Above all, the sense of betrayal was immense.
He acted as if he'd fulfill all his duties as a father, yet the clothes he handed me in the end were prostitute clothes.
My head grew hot.
Not because of passion, but because of maddening anger.
"How can you make your daughter wear clothes like this?! Are you telling me to become a whore or what?!"
Kwak!
I shoved the clothes into the restroom trash can.
Even so, my anger didn't subside.
I wanted to wash my face with cold water.
However, my face was currently wearing meticulous makeup done by the woman called Mother.
If I washed my face, it would become a complete mess.
Makeup was much more uncomfortable than I thought.
That induced even more annoyance.
"So annoying!!"
I had to get out.
Winter.
If I went outside, the cold wind would be able to cool down this maddening anger.
"Fuuuck!!"
After cursing at the top of my lungs in the empty restroom, I stepped out of the restroom.
Because I needed to cool my anger and prepare for the exam.
※ This is the protagonist wearing the clothes Appa gave her.
She hasn't worn them yet.
