Neglige
Side: Yoo Jae-min
I, Yoo Jae-min, am a man.
No — I was a man.
But now I'm a woman.
The kind of character that shows up plenty in web novels: a so-called TS character.
What are the typical traits of TS characters, anyway?
Beautiful looks? Exceptional talent? The ability to be loved by everyone around them?
I seem to have similar traits myself, more or less. Beautiful looks — no question, I've got those locked down. Exceptional talent… is there some new talent that appeared after the change? Ever since I became TS, my game control does feel a little sharper. As for being loved by the people around me — with a face like this, it'd be hard to get hated even if I tried.
But the TS character traits I'd always imagined never included something like this.
Lying alone in a darkened room where the heat of pleasure still hadn't fully faded, I thought about it. I'd sent Lee Kang-yeon back to his own room just moments after we'd shared that pleasure together. The reason was simple. I didn't want him to see me like this.
"Haaah…♥"
His semen, scattered across my chest, remaining like a hot brand. That musky scent — the same scent I'd suck from the tip of his cock every day after paizuri ended — still lingered in my mouth.
It reminded me of the chestnut blossoms that used to bloom on the mountain behind school back in high school. When I was a guy, that chestnut-flower smell would drift in from the mountain and fill the classroom, and my friends and I would go on about how disgusting it was, associating it with something else entirely. According to one of those guys, women apparently find that chestnut-blossom scent pleasant — like a nice floral fragrance.
So is this feeling I get from this liquid, from this scent, just a phenomenon of having a woman's body?
"Aaah…♥"
I reached out and pinched the fluid pooled in my cleavage. It looked liquid, yet clumped stickily — hanging between my two fingers as if about to drip, yet holding its shape. Even after lifting it from my chest, a single sticky strand still connected it to my finger. Entranced by that intoxicating form, I put it in my mouth as if possessed.
"Nnngh…♥♥"
My whole body shuddered. No matter how tightly I hugged myself with my arms, every time that residue on my fingers settled on my tongue, an uncontrollable, spine-tingling tremor ran through me. Like hot candle wax flowing between my tongue, melting away like cold vanilla ice cream. A sweetness I'd never felt anywhere before seeped through my brain and into my skull, making every cell in my body thrill.
"Haaaah…♥♥♥"
The smell and taste filling my mouth felt like every olfactory and taste cell was catching fire. That flame, sparked in my sensory organs, raced like a winter wildfire down my spine to every peripheral nerve in my body — and finally gathered in one place.
A sensation I never knew when I was a man. A sensation I never felt when I was a man. A sensation that… didn't exist when I was a man.
Deep inside my female sex, which had never taken anything inside it. In the innermost part of my womb — the nest of life — I felt a hot heat blooming.
"Hnnngh…♥♥♥"
Seeds of pleasure that dig into the skin at the slightest touch. If something like this entered not my mouth… but that burning place inside me — what would it feel like?
That huge thing of his I'd felt during paizuri. With his size… if that went inside me…
I'm on the short side, so that place probably isn't very deep either. Which means his would reach all the way to the deepest part, wouldn't it?
What if, during sumata, he grabbed me so I couldn't escape and forced it all the way in…
What would that feel like? Could I refuse it? I…
…No. I'm a man!
"Sweetie!"
"…Uh, y-yeah?"
"Aha — you were thinking about your husband, weren't you?"
"…"
I snapped out of my reverie at Mom's call. This was the dressing room deeper inside the house. Mom had gone and booked a hotel on her own, then left Kang-yeon behind and dragged only me in here.
Thinking about my husband, huh… well, I was thinking about him…
"What about what Mom asked you last time?"
"What you asked last time?"
"Oh, come on — your chest, sweetie. I asked if your husband likes your breasts. After hearing that from Mom, you must have noticed something, right?"
"…"
"Well? He likes them, doesn't he?"
"…Yeah."
I hesitated a moment, then just answered honestly — she'd figure it out from my reaction and tease me anyway. The past few days of being lost in paizuri floated up in my mind. Thinking about his reactions… no, he'd been crazy about them even before that.
"I knew it. Our girl's been huge since middle school. Even back when she first met your husband, the look in his eyes was something else. I kept wondering when you'd get into trouble and come home pregnant — but even after getting married he still hasn't laid a hand on you? Isn't our son-in-law a bit too much of a softie?"
"…Mom."
"It's fine though. Mom'll dress you up pretty. This time you just go and completely capture his heart!"
"…"
"I put that neglige I mentioned before in your bag, so once you're in the hotel room, change into it and appear with a ta-da! You know? There's no man who wouldn't fall for that."
"…Nngh…♥"
Words that would have just made me snap angrily before now left me speechless, my body heating up instead. I understood why on my own. Right now, my body remembers too much pleasure. If I do what Mom said… my body imagines what would happen before my head does, and anticipates that pleasure.
…I thought of the sumata we hadn't been able to do for days because of my period. That must have been why. After putting on the clothes Mom packed and coming out of the room, I'd dragged him straight out and asked him that question.
"Do you… do you like this kind of thing too?"
And when he answered—
"It looks pretty on you."
It felt like dazzling fireworks exploding in my head. The heat that had been pooling in my womb since earlier filled my entire body, seeming to leak out through my face.
I'd known for a while that this guy had stopped holding anything back. But something I'd been trying not to think about before came rushing up at a single line from him.
I know it well — I used to be a guy too. He's clearly feeling sexual desire for me. He's looking at me not as a friend, but as a woman.
When did he start treating me like a woman? When he first saw me after the TS? The first time we had a sexual relationship? The first time we did sumata with my eyes open? The first time we did paizuri?
…Or was it today, when he saw me wearing clothes like these?
Even while gaming, even while eating, the jumbled thoughts and the excitement wouldn't leave my head. So when I couldn't hold that excitement down any longer and dragged him by the sleeve into the hotel room, I found myself putting on the neglige Mom had packed without even realizing it.
"Fuck… aaaagh!"
What? What's wrong?
Knock knock.
His voice came from outside the door. A voice worried about me. That voice felt like a hand pushing me in the back. Tension and self-loathing — and more than anything, pride — tried to hold my ankles, but an even greater anticipation and excitement seized the doorknob at my fingertips and pulled it open.
"…Fuck. Mom made me do this."
"…Here I come."
"What? Kyaaah!? Fuck, hey—!?"
A feminine scream I never expected to come out of my own mouth. Was this because I'd become a woman too?
In his eyes, I could feel a thick, unconcealable desire. Deep in my heart, I couldn't help but feel that I was nothing more than a fragile prey that could never escape the predator standing in front of me.
But that fact only made the heat about to burst inside this body burn hotter than I could bear.
With those solid arms of his, he lifted this small body as if it weighed nothing. If I were still a man — if I'd been the one standing in his place — could I have done this? If I went back to being a man, would I be able to?
Come to think of it, I'd never particularly thought about going back to being a man. Why was that? Because it was a wish I'd made myself, and it had come true?
But not going back meant staying here and living like this. So then — like this? If I went on living a real life as a woman from here on out… what would that mean?
What is our relationship right now? Friends? Friends with benefits? Or… husband and wife?
If we're a married couple — if we become a real married couple — then it wouldn't end with sumata. It would mean we'd actually have sex, wouldn't it?
Once we graduate from school. Once we reach a point where we can stand on our own, with jobs or whatever else. Then Mom and Dad would start pushing us — not quite forcing, but not quite not — about having a kid. Sharing pleasure with him every day, and raising the child that comes of it. That kind of every day. Just like that. As if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Wouldn't that be the life waiting for me?
In the middle of the pleasure closing in, I thought about that. And that was what made me realize it.
I needed to go back one more time — to the place where everything began.