Outcast Loser X Blonde Delinquent (2)
The head Geum Taeyang had seized began to throb with pain. His fingers felt as though they were burrowing into my scalp, and even the smallest motion of my neck was an ordeal. An oppressive pressure weighed down on me, pinning me in place.
Which meant... I had really become a woman?
Overnight?
And right now, this woman's body of mine was being held in Geum Taeyang's grip.
The vertigo of a sex reversed... the terror of not knowing how I was supposed to live from here on... and, like everyone else stricken by TS Syndrome, the dread that I, too, might now become an object of someone's revulsion.
But none of that deserved a second of thought right now. Not with Geum Taeyang standing directly in front of me.
Only then did my shrunken frame truly register. The shoulders of the man before me filled my entire field of vision. Blessed with superior genes, Geum Taeyang was enormous — the gulf between our builds so overwhelming that this body couldn't even mount a proper resistance.
My body quivered and shook... and I couldn't think of a single thing. My mind blanched white, filled to the brim with Geum Taeyang and nothing else.
I had to get away. From here — right now.
My chest felt stifling, as though a hand had clamped over my windpipe. I let out ragged breath after ragged breath, heart pounding so violently that even breathing properly was a struggle. Still, I gritted my teeth and drew a deep breath in. Hoo... A long exhale, and I barely managed to still my trembling body. My fingertips wouldn't stop shaking.
But I couldn't just stand here. There was no way out of this — the only thing left was to thrash and hope. Clenching my jaw, I reached for Geum Taeyang's arm and swung at it with everything I had.
"L-let go of me already...!"
"Well, well? So the loser bitch's got some fight left in her?"
His arm dropped away with my strike, almost obligingly. Huh...? He'd let go far too easily. The pressure crushing my head vanished as if it had never been there.
The moment that weight lifted, I bolted upright from where I sat. And just as I twisted around to run—
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Eek...!"
Geum Taeyang clamped down on my shoulder. The next instant, my back slammed hard against the wall.
"I told you not to run, loser bitch."
"Ugh...!"
The rough texture of the wall scraped along my spine. There was nowhere left to retreat to. I lifted my head and looked up at him — and he seemed even bigger than when we'd stood side by side. Even our eye lines were different now. I wrenched my gaze aside, but his hand caught my chin at once and forced my face back toward his.
"...!"
He didn't grant me even the slimmest window to look away. From point-blank range, Geum Taeyang glared down at me, his expression dark with menace.
"You actually dared to run from me?"
"I-I, that is..."
"Why didn't you come today?"
"Last night I, um, caught a cold..."
"And?"
"I was cooking and suddenly blacked out, so..."
"What?"
"And, um, when I came to it was already evening today... ha-ha..."
As I forced the explanation out in a trembling voice, the hardness in Geum Taeyang's expression thawed, little by little.
Was I finally going to get a breather?
"Y-you won't hit me today, right...? Right...?"
"What was that?"
"I-I mean... it's not like I skipped out on purpose..."
"You shitting me right now?"
"Eep..."
"Because you didn't show, I had to haul myself all the way to the convenience store, you get that? Huh?"
"Th-that's — I'm s-sorry..."
"You think sorry cuts it?"
Well... fair.
Most of what Geum Taeyang had ever ordered me to do came down to errands. Buy his snacks from the convenience store. Take over the chores and jobs that were supposed to be his. Once in a while he'd force me to confess to a girl at the academy... or stage a humiliation in front of the whole class. He'd hidden my things so I could never find them... broken them on purpose and then played innocent.
Ah... now that I replayed it, one cruelty at a time... how on earth had I endured all of that until today?
The bullying aside... every single day, just like today, he'd corner me and try to beat me down.
Geum Taeyang raised the hand gripping my chin. My jaw was free again... but this time too, I was getting hit, wasn't I.
"Hey. You think words are gonna settle this?"
"Wh-what...?"
"You loser bastard... no, wait. Loser bitch now, isn't it?"
"Th-that's..."
"Guess I'll take my frustration out on you again today, yeah?"
"Um... just a moment..."
"What."
"N-never mind..."
Right. It couldn't be helped. What leverage did I possibly have to resist in this situation? I'd been turned into a woman on top of everything else... and now even the faint hope of defiance was gone. I couldn't summon the nerve to fight back the way I once had — not that I'd ever truly managed it. All I could do was squeeze my eyes shut, same as always.
"Heh heh..."
That same vile laughter I always heard right before the beating began. A sadistic cackle — it made him sound like a psychopath. No... watching him torment and pummel me day after day, I'd say psychopath was exactly the word.
Definitely. So I tensed every muscle in my body and waited for Geum Taeyang's fist to swing. He always went for the face first.
But... the huge hand he extended landed on my chest.
Huh? I'd been certain a punch was coming. I'd braced myself to take another blow to the face... and now, on my chest... a heavy squeeze. The enormous hand of Geum Taeyang.
No way...
Why was he suddenly touching my chest? My mind went blank white in an instant. The large breasts that had bloomed along with this woman's body... only now did the truth that I really had become a woman slam into me — and at the same time...
"Nnh...!"
"Ooh, look how springy these are? Feels incredible."
"Wh-what are you doing...!"
I shrank back on instinct, eyes snapping open in shock. Then my whole body turned to stone. Geum Taeyang was kneading my chest in the open, without a shred of hiding it. What on earth was he doing...? My face flared hot, shame lighting my entire body ablaze. I threw my arms up, ready to tear his hand away on the spot.
"T-take your h-hand off my c-chest right now...!"
"Like hell!"
But... Geum Taeyang pulled his hand off my chest only to seize both my wrists and force them up over my head.
My wrists, grown slender... pressed together, they were trapped in his enormous grip without the slightest effort. And my body, left utterly defenseless like that... had its chest violated by him all over again.
"Eek... s-stop it...!"
The more desperately I thrashed, the harder his grip on my wrists clamped down. I have to get away. I had to break free this instant... but no matter how I twisted my wrists, they didn't budge a millimeter.
"Nnh...!"
"Fighting back again? That won't do..."
"L-let go of me...! Do you even realize this is sexual assault...? Nnh..."
"And why would I let go?"
"What...?"
"Because I'm bored of just beating on you."
"Wh-what...?"
"So start paying me back with your body instead. Heh heh."
"N-no, I won't...!"
Even as I refused, he didn't stop. His huge hand went from crushing my chest to outright kneading it. As though my breast were being wrung out... every time Geum Taeyang bore down with that massive palm, my flesh compressed under his fingers, its shape shifting this way and that. Pain lanced through me from the sheer force of his grip, and yet... something I had never once felt in my life... something faintly, shamefully sweet came welling up...
"Nnh...! It hurts...!"
"It hurts?"
"Th-that's why I said stop...!"
"Nobody looking at your face right now would think it hurts. Heh heh."
Geum Taeyang flashed me a leering smile... then drew his hand away from my roughly handled chest. He fished his phone out of his pocket, tapped at it a few times, and shoved the screen right up to my face. The camera app was open in selfie mode. My own reflection stared back, laid utterly bare — face flushed deep red, panting and shaking. It was as if...
"You call that the face of someone in pain? Heh heh."
"I-it's not...!"
"Not what? That expression says you're feeling so good you can barely stand it."
"Are you insane? Get that phone out of my face right now...!"
"Nope. A former dude squealing like a girl — do you have any idea how cute that is? Pfft."
"Nnh... don't spew that garbage..."
I protested, in sheer denial... but the girl on the screen Geum Taeyang held up... wore an expression far too raw and exposed to deny. A girl — exactly as he'd sneered. A version of me completely unrecognizable from the man I used to be... I wanted to deny it. To insist the woman on that screen wasn't me. That the woman wearing that lewd expression while he toyed with her chest right in front of me... wasn't me...
But...
"Well, go ahead and keep insisting it isn't you. Sounds fun to me."
"You...!"
Geum Taeyang stuffed the phone back into his pocket and slid his hand straight into my hoodie.
"Are you crazy? Where do you think you're putting that...!"
"I'll know once I feel it for myself."
"What...?"
"Whether you're really as unaffected as you claim."
"No, take it out...! Please...!"
His enormous hand wormed in, rough fingers grazing across bare skin as if mapping it... and closed around my breast.
"Hyaah...! N-no, you can't...!"
"Can't, my ass. I can feel every tremor running through your body."
With a sneer, Geum Taeyang began toying with my bare breast, slow and relentless.
No. This was absolutely not happening. I wanted to deny every last bit of it... But my remade body, maddeningly, worked against my will... and through lips that had fallen open on their own, a moan I'd been choking back leaked out before I knew it.
"Nnh...! D-don't... please...!"
"There you go. Your mouth says no, but those moans are awfully honest, aren't they?"
"Hnngh — they come out on their own, what do you want me to do about it?! Aren't you taking your hand out right now...?!"
"The way you keep denying it... now I really can't take it out."
"W-wait, just... nnh...!"
I twisted my body every way I could, desperate to pry his hand from my bare chest... and my own wretched struggling only looked pathetic to me. Even with my breast being violated... all I could manage was to thrash like this. Far from being fazed, Geum Taeyang watched me squirm, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mockery.
"I'm going to keep going until you beg for it with your own mouth — tell me it feels good and ask me for more."
"Wh-what did you say...?"