My School Friend Turns It Into a Total Asura Field
“Huh?! You kept her barely alive, and now she’s brazenly eyeing the spot right next to you?”
“Lime, calm down first……”
“You thieving cat! I don’t even need to see it—I know exactly what you’re up to! When night falls, you’ll slip into bed all ‘I’m scared, please stay with me…’ Listen up, Yujin’s spot next to him is mine!”
“Ow, cut it out!”
Yujin clamped one hand over her mouth while lifting Lime with the other. The size difference made it no big deal.
“Yujin? Who the heck is she……?”
“Sorry! I’ll explain later—just go wash up for now? I’ll be right here!”
Younghee glanced back and forth between Yujin and Lime for a moment before nodding cautiously. She was curious, but it seemed like a hassle, so she’d let it slide for now. That was the vibe.
After Younghee headed into the bathroom, Yujin finally set Lime down.
“Pwah! ……You were totally gonna barge in together in the end, weren’t you?”
“No, I wasn’t. More importantly, what if you pop out like that outta nowhere?”
“It’s not a big deal or anything.”
“A girl in a white shirt popping out of a guy’s body? If that’s not a big deal, every magician in the world would starve.”
“Urgh…… For once, you’re making total sense, Yujin.”
Lime had no comeback this time. She knew she’d gotten worked up—her eyes dropped, lips pressed tight.
Yujin tilted his head, continuing.
“And why’d you suddenly show up in front of Younghee? You said you’d die before appearing in front of anyone else.”
“……She’s clinging like a scared little bunny. That’s my thing.”
Huh? Where?
Younghee trembles like a leaf around others, while Lime’s suggesting we beat that jerk’s ass whenever she’s bored. How are those alike? Total mystery to Yujin.
“Anyway, what now? You already showed yourself.”
Lime’s true nature was a secret even from the rest of Heukcheon. Not that there was any huge reason to hide it—but no real upside to spilling it either. Their heir walking around with a slime in his head? And that slime turns into a little girl? He’d get labeled a pervert with super creepy tastes and kicked out.
Above all, Lime herself hated getting tangled with outsiders. She’d flat-out refused to appear before anyone else.
So why force it in front of Younghee? Dense-as-a-brick Yujin had no clue.
Lime pondered, then clapped her palms together like she’d struck gold. She pressed both hands to her cheeks, winking cutely.
“How about we say she’s a real doll the chaebol heir collected for his weird tastes?”
“Whoa, has Satan ever asked you to be his apprentice?”
That idea was terrifying. If word spread, he’d be socially buried—no loner label needed. He’d be trash for life, straight through graduation.
“Ahem! Or maybe a tall, gorgeous fiancée from abroad.”
Lime blushed a bit, looking shy as she said it.
Yujin’s face turned serious as he scanned her up and down.
Tall? Slender?
Thwack. He kicked her shin.
It was just straight facts—no mercy. Still felt a tad unfair.
“Hmm, a friend from abroad. No way a loser like me has one of those……”
“Say we met at a foreign party, got drunk, and it was a one-night mistake that tied us together. I’m the pitiful victim who couldn’t resist your strength.”
“Why do you keep trying to paint me as a perv?”
“Huh? I wasn’t thinking that if I made you out as total scum, Younghee would get scared and back off on her own~?”
Scary. Lime really was a monster at heart. She tossed out ideas he could never dream of, casually. That’s what made her terrifying—and kinda admirable.
Still, ‘friend from abroad’ isn’t bad.
Lime’s hair was gorgeous blonde, shiny enough to admire at a glance. Sure, this world had all colors in Korea too—red, blue, green, whatever. But hers had that doll-like perfection.
“Alright, how about we go with ‘friend visiting from abroad’?”
“Fi. An. Cée.”
Lime bared her teeth, growling.
No choice—Yujin nodded. Lime was already on edge over Younghee. Push more, and who knew the fallout. He’d bear it all.
“Then how do we explain you coming out of my body? That’s weird no matter what.”
“Just say it’s space magic or whatever.”
Damn this fantasy world. Anything sketchy gets shrugged off as ‘magic.’ Was the world-building that lazy? Put some real thought into it next time.
“Perfect! I’ll be a stunning British fiancée specializing in space magic.”
“Why Britain?”
“Whenever something weird happens in history, it’s usually Britain’s fault. They’ll buy any odd behavior if you say she’s British.”
Did you clear that with actual Brits? A hundred million people stuck with that rep……
“She ran away from home, nowhere to go, ended up at her fiancé’s place—Heukcheon side keeps it secret, and she’s freeloading off you.”
“Hmm, the setup’s weirdly detailed. Bingeing romance manga lately? Whatever, it’s just a temp cover for Younghee. No biggie.”
“So, your outfit right now?”
Lime looked down at herself. Still just the white dress shirt and black pantyhose. No bottoms.
She straightened proudly, thrusting out her chest.
“Westerners are open-minded—they’ll get it.”
“I mean, at least wear clothes if you’re gonna be in front of people!”
Lime grumbled. Clothes still bugged her big time. She’d blush and comply if he asked for something else, but default was this.
Made sense—stripping to enter his body and all. He got it. Watching a girl ditch her skirt every time would mess with him too.
“Phew, this should be fine, right? No more drama here, hopefully.”
“……Don’t jinx it, weirdo.”
They were wrapping up their scheming when the bathroom door creaked open.
“Um, Yujin? I’m done washing……”
“Oh, Younghee. Better than you thought? And this is—”
Yujin froze mid-explanation of their hard-won backstory.
Younghee was dressed exactly like Lime. White shirt, nothing else.
“Y-Younghee?!”
Yujin slapped a hand over his eyes. But as a guy in his prime, he couldn’t unsee the split-second view.
Damp skin, shirt clinging to every curve. She’d tugged the hem to barely cover below—pure temptation.
Lime he was used to, up close and personal. But Younghee like this? Awkward as hell.
“Clothes?”
“S-Sorry! I looked at what Park Secretary gave me, and this was it! He totally tricked me! No wonder he smirked all meaningful-like! There’s a limit to competence!”
“Then why not button up?”
“W-Well, no underwear, so my nipples rub and it hurts……”
“Then don’t come out in front of a guy like that to begin with!”
“S-Sorry! The girl next to you was dressed like this, so I thought it was normal here!”
Lime, now Heukcheon’s accidental uniform model, stared blankly at Younghee. Then at her own chest. Muttering “thieving cat……” nonstop.
He got the jealousy, but as fellow girls (slime aside?), a little help? Wait, slime—did that even count? Ugh, head spinning.
“Anyway, I’ll grab clothes right now, so cover up for……”
Heukcheon had women staff, but guys dominated. They wouldn’t eye Younghee, but still—better safe. She was a knockout; caution good. Plus, he couldn’t handle the embarrassment.
Yujin was shrugging off his jacket to drape over her when—
“Hey, Yujin! Class prez here! Not like I’ve got ulterior motives or anything—just worried about Younghee……”
Damn. Plot’s going straight X-rated.
What cosmic joke—perfect timing for wild class president to appear.
“……”
“……”
Her awkward wave and grin faded as she took in the scene. Younghee, soaked in just a shirt. Blonde girl next to her in shirt and stockings. Yujin in the middle, red-faced, stripping his top.
Light faded from the prez’s eyes. Face iced over.
“……What the hell is this?”
God, please……
Suddenly, Yujin itched to beat the crap out of that Dr. Jekyll culprit.