Stress — Yoo Jae-min's Side
"Lee Kang-yeon, you fucking bastard. You crazy son of a bitch. You horny piece of shit."
Jae-min flung herself onto the bed and vented the irritation rising inside her with a stream of curses.
A handjob?
Why the hell should she have to do something like that with a guy?
Yoo Jae-min was the kind of person who believed that TS stories were fundamentally about no-romance or yuri. Even if her body had become female, she had no intention of dating a man or doing anything of the sort with one.
Yesterday's incident had just been a momentary lapse — her eyes rolling back at the peak of climax. She was a man, she wasn't gay, so she didn't feel sexual desire toward men, and she would not be doing anything like that again.
As she was reflecting on herself like that, a shocking fact she'd heard a few days ago resurfaced.
Marriage.
Spouse: Yoo Jae-min.
The fact that she and Lee Kang-yeon were in a marital relationship.
Thinking about it, that part was strange from the start. Why had that god — or whatever it was — written a setting like this into the story? And why had the version of herself in this history married Lee Kang-yeon?
Even if, for the sake of argument, this history's version of her had fully adopted a woman's values, getting married at the young age of twenty-two without even graduating from college…
"……."
Jae-min pondered for a moment, then picked up the phone lying beside her. She wasn't particularly patient by nature, nor the type to stew over things for long.
The fastest way to check was to call someone close — her own mother. They'd only had a short conversation a few days ago and hadn't spoken again since, so a proper call might yield quite a bit of information.
The ringing cut off almost immediately.
"Ah, Mom."
"Oh, my daughter. Ah, right — I should have called you first."
"No, it's fine."
That wasn't what mattered. What she wanted to know was about herself and Lee Kang-yeon.
"Mom, about Lee Kang-yeon……."
"Ah, right. How was the trip with your husband?"
"Huh?"
At the shocking word that came through the line, Jae-min's thoughts ground to a halt.
"H-husband? What do you mean, husband?! Fuck, why is that bastard my husband?!"
"Oh my, look at this girl. Calling your dear husband a bastard — a bastard! You don't talk like that in front of him too, do you?"
"Wh-what…… no, why is that guy my h-hu…… husband?!"
"Well of course he's your husband. Whose husband would he be? My daughter — who was it that submitted a leave of absence because she said she couldn't go to school without him? Your father was so furious he told you that if that was how it was, you might as well just get married, or else pack your bags and get out of the house. And the very next day, you went all the way to his military base and stamped the marriage papers yourself."
Jae-min's mother kept talking without pause.
"It's a good thing it was Kang-yeon, someone you've known since you were little. If it'd been some random punk, it wouldn't have been your father — this mother of yours would have personally broken both your legs."
"Wh-wh-wh-what?!"
"Sigh, I don't know what Kang-yeon even sees in a girl like you. Is it the chest after all? How about it, my daughter? Does he keep saying how much he likes them and touching them all the time?"
"What are you talking about?!"
"Hmm? I'm just trying to check whether you and your husband are getting along. You're almost half a year into being a married woman, aren't you? You need to share this kind of talk with your mom and the other aunties so you can put it to use later. With your personality, you've never been with another man, so if this mother doesn't teach you, who will?"
What the hell was this perverted ajumma going on about?!
"So, does it seem like your husband likes your chest?"
"How would I know that?!"
"You've been living together and even went on a trip, and you still don't know? My daughter — you went on a trip together and you're already a sexless couple?"
"……Why would I have sex with him?!"
"Oh my, oh my. If you don't have sex with your dear husband, then who are you having it with? So you've been living together this whole time without having sex? You do know how it works, right? Sigh, with a daughter like this, how am I supposed to hold my head up in front of him?"
"……."
"My daughter, you weren't planning something terrible when you stamped those marriage papers, were you? He accepted you right there on the spot because he liked you — you can't go putting a 'divorced' label on him, you hear me? Your uncle even furnished a whole room for you as a wedding gift."
"……."
"And in this day and age, do you think men who'll say OK to everything you want like he does grow on trees? Distance makes the heart grow distant too — he's been living with you and holding back a lot. You need to manage him so his eyes don't wander to other women."
"……."
"This mother knows how hard it was reeling in your father when he was so popular. Looking at him, Kang-yeon has the face of a popular guy too. And he's a Hankuk University student — once he returns to school, do you think the girls around him will leave him alone? So you need to act a little cute with him, buy condoms ahead of time, and prepare something pretty to wear at night. Hmm? Understood?"
"……."
"If it's hard for you to pick something, should Mom send you that negligee I picked out? Your father absolutely loves that kind of thing."
"……."
The nagging reached her ears, but none of it was really sinking into her head. This wasn't what she'd wanted to hear when she made the call…….
"At this rate, I don't know if my daughter will keep being loved."
"……I'll handle it myself, so please just stay out of it."
"Alright, alright."
Jae-min's mother paused for a beat, then continued.
"My daughter, your birthday's coming up soon, isn't it?"
Today was November 10th. Jae-min's birthday was November 18th, so about a week away.
"Yeah."
"From what I can tell, you don't have any plans to go out with your husband, do you?"
"……."
"Sigh, the way you are, how could he even think of celebrating your birthday together? Then come down home that day with him. Mom will make something delicious, so just come eat."
"……What are you thinking."
"Someone has to look after him so he doesn't run away, doesn't she? I know full well our daughter who can't cook is just freeloading meals over there."
"I made breakfast this morning, you know?!"
"Oh my? Really? Something you barely even do when you're alone — what's gotten into you? My daughter, you really do like him, don't you?"
"I do not!"
"Alright, alright. You'll come down for your birthday, right?"
"……I'll ask Lee Kang-yeon and get back to you."
"Then I'll wait for your call. If Mom's going to prepare ahead, you need to let me know by the weekend, okay?"
"Got it!"
"Good. And my daughter, go ahead and take that bachelor tag off him already."
"……Fuck, I'm hanging up!"
Click.
Jae-min hung up irritably and flung the phone into the corner of the bed.
Her head hurt. She clutched her head and buried her face in the pillow.
"Aaaaaaaagh!"
Just what was that god thinking, pulling a stunt like this? This wasn't what she'd wished for at all.
"Uwaaaagh, fuck, fuck! Fuck! Lee Kang-yeon, you fucking bastard!"
Right.
Games.
She'd just play games.
With that thought, Jae-min got straight up from the bed and sat down in front of her computer. She worked the mouse and launched the game she usually played. She'd been worried there might be changes to her gaming history too, but fortunately her game account was completely unchanged.
There weren't many games Jae-min enjoyed. Setting aside the related games that came with her otaku hobbies, it ultimately came down to just one: Lechery.
Legend Champions League — abbreviated LCL or Lechery, sometimes just called League. A MOBA game famous worldwide and firmly holding the number-one PC bang occupancy rate in Korea as well. Jae-min had been playing it since high school.
Her main position was top, occasionally jungle. Her tier was low Master, putting her among the top 0.5% of all players — elite-level skill.
"……."
It was a weekday Thursday morning, but a match queued up quickly. She casually typed in chat that she'd take top and picked one of her favorite champions, Thunder Bear.
Her team's jungle was Monk, mid was Ice Witch. Fortunately, her allies had plenty of crowd-control skills to lock enemies down — a composition where even the lumbering Thunder Bear could carry.
It felt good.
……Or so she thought.
"Fuck, what are you doing?!"
The enemy top was Dr. Frankenstein. Her hands had been freer than usual and she'd won the laning phase hard, but the opponent was a champion whose big health pool was their strength. Figuring a solo kill would be tough, she'd pushed the wave to the enemy tower and recalled rather than forcing a kill.
……But her team's Monk must have found the enemy top clinging to the tower on a sliver of health too delicious to pass up, because he dove in alone and got counter-ganked.
"Fuck……."
Of course, she knew Monk was a champion who needed early kills even if it meant overextending, to aim for a late-game carry. But why did this kind of thing always happen in top lane?
"……Hah……."
Still, she'd gained so much from laning that a single kill wouldn't flip the advantage. Getting worked up only lost you games you should have won, so Jae-min steadied herself and focused on the match.
Monk had thrown a counter-gank party and blown the game wide open.
"Fuck, this piece of shit!"
Next game.
The next game would be different.
"Fuck……."
"Fuuuuuck!"
"……."
"……Fuck, this goddamn game."
A lot of people said it. Lechery was a mental illness. There wasn't a single wrong word in that.
"Aaaaaaaagh!"
Jae-min shut off the computer and dove onto the bed. Stress ready to burst had climbed all the way to the top of her head. Even thrashing her feet on the bed wouldn't release it. With nowhere else to go, the stress tormenting Jae-min was demanding a different outlet.
"……Hnn…… fuck……♥"
She knew she shouldn't. But Jae-min's patience, already shattered to pieces, could no longer restrain the act.
She reached one hand toward her private place. The sensation of fingers brushing over fabric, and a fleeting, electric jolt of pleasure.
"……Hiek……♥"
But it wasn't enough. She slipped her hand inside her clothes. She toyed with her clitoris, already stiff and asserting itself inside her panties, then pressed her palm down and began rubbing her entire pussy.
"……Hnnn……♥"
……Like yesterday — if she rubbed like this, maybe she could feel the pleasure she'd felt then. But her own hand and that scorching pillar were far too different. This burning desire and thirst were something she couldn't quench on her own.
"…Fuuuuuck……♥!"
……In the end, Jae-min had no choice but to realize it.
No matter how she thought about it, no matter how she held out — this body would soon be knocking on the door of the room next door.