Mirror Glance After 12 Chapters: Total Femboy Corruption Fail lmaoooo
Our worries turned out to be for nothing. No real threats came our way for a few days. Everyone in the organization seemed busy with the whole regime change, especially after releasing all the slaves they'd captured. That had thrown everything into chaos. They let them go after claiming they'd been reformed in my name, swearing they'd live good lives from now on. The slaves left with skeptical looks on their faces, but Daesik's political maneuvering to actually clean up the underworld had people starting to believe it, bit by bit, with a mix of awe.
Daesik had officially registered us as the Gae Saeng Guild, a proper adventurer's guild on the surface—one for gathering intel, raiding field bosses, and exploring dungeons. Hanbyeol and I could tell he meant to run it like the guild we'd operated in the game. Well, in this fantasy world, it was probably just like any mercenary band. Daesik was betting that familiar system would draw users here fast. Sure enough, two of the slaves captured at other branches turned out to be users. They were too traumatized from torture to join right away and needed time to recover, which bummed us all out. But at least we knew other users were around. The more the better if we wanted to find a way home—especially ones with diverse classes.
They were still just fragile citizens without a base right now, but with their game experience, we could hope they'd pull their weight. Sure, skills here weren't like the game—no hotkeys, you had to move your body and chant spells yourself—but combat classes would still outmatch most natives. The captured ones were probably like me and Hanbyeol: souls possessing characters who'd been nabbed. They'd just been biding their time for a chance to escape. Still, we couldn't just wait indefinitely for users to trickle in through this brutal world, so Daesik was planning to expand the Gae Saeng Guild. Management stuff like that gave me a headache anyway. I just wanted to chill in the back, healing when needed, mooching off the guild. With a max-level DPS and tank, plus me, we could clear most dungeons and raids. Fill the rest with natives for pattern-breaking and raid spots. Word was already spreading, and users were reaching out—some knight in a squadron, the eldest son of a border noble, that sort of thing.
And the whole time, secrecy was key. That weird prophecy about otherworlders stirring chaos meant we couldn't openly flaunt our user status. Daesik was playing it safe: cooperate by handing over any users spotted, but only the bad ones. It was a little worrying, but nothing to stress over right now.
It felt refreshing to head out after so long. Hanbyeol had her arm linked with mine, and Daesik's subordinate trailed at a distance. I wasn't fully free yet, so the nominal tail didn't bother me. With Daesik and Hanbyeol around, I had no reason or chance to run anyway. Whether we went home or settled here, we were in this together. They were people I knew from online, so they felt closer than strangers. I'd been worked to the bone in prison and cooped up in a room without much movement, so I worried my muscles had atrophied. But the stamina build for raids held up—my legs didn't ache after a short walk. This character had a surprisingly sturdy, high-performance body. In real life, my back screamed if I sat too long, and skipping workouts left me sluggish.
"Sis, want some chicken skewers?"
As we strolled arm-in-arm, Hanbyeol pointed to a street vendor. Thank goodness these stalls were everywhere, but the red sauce glazing the grilling chicken made me hesitate.
"Won't it be spicy...? It's so red."
"If it's too hot, we toss it! Hey mister, two please!"
Was she spending too freely? I'd never even considered wasting food, so my face twisted into a weird expression. Still, selling that evil spirit-infested wood had netted a good haul, so this was fine. Daesik had slipped me some pocket money too. I tugged Hanbyeol back, pulled my wallet from my sleeve pocket, and opened it.
"Make it three."
"Ehehe. Sis is buying? I won't waste any!"
"If it's too spicy, ditch the spicy bits. Eat only what you can handle."
Her arm stayed looped through my right one as we took the skewers. Skinship like this felt natural between girls. Hanbyeol was like a little sister, so offering my arm came easy. Guys glanced at my stocking-clad legs peeking through the priestess robe's side slits, but no one gave us weird looks. It was oddly embarrassing, but not like I was bare-legged or anything. I turned and offered one skewer to Daesik's guy following us.
"You've had a hard time. Here."
"Whoa, sis! Thanks, I'll take it!"
He bolted over, bowed deeply, and took it with both hands before retreating to his distance. Hanbyeol grumbled, looking displeased.
"Why buy for a creep like that? Waste of money."
"He's protecting us, though."
"Bet he's leering at your waist and ass with a sleazy grin."
I glanced back skeptically and saw the guy twisting in agony from the spice. Was it really that bad? Hanbyeol was already on her second piece and seemed fine. Guys overreacting? Or did girls handle spice better? Personal differences, probably. I pulled one off and popped it in my mouth. It was surprisingly tasty, and I let out a pleased hum.
"Mmm, not bad... Hiss."
Then the heat hit, and I gulped down saliva flooding my mouth. My hyper-sensitive body reacted to pain too, and spice was a kind of pain. My pain reduction skill dulled the peak, but my tongue felt it intensely, turning my mouth to hell before the passive could kick in. I couldn't wail like the guy behind us and ruin my character's image, so I just trembled, panting through clenched teeth. Even air brushing my tongue hurt, so I breathed straight down my throat.
"Hah, hah... Hanbyeol, doesn't this bother you at all? How do you eat it so easy?"
"It's spicy. That's the point, right?"
Our mindsets were worlds apart. I just marveled quietly and forced down another reluctant bite. It was my money, after all—no tossing it. Wasting food in front of the vendor was rude, and who'd clean it up? A proper priestess couldn't do that. Even if it meant clenching my empty hand over and over to endure.
"Hngh."
Trying to stay composed, a lewd whimper slipped out even to my ears. Hanbyeol looked worried.
"Sis, don't push yourself."
"I'm fine. What's there to push? Just hah, ughhh..."
My head was starting to throb. I wiped sweat beading on my forehead with my hand and slowed. Hanbyeol dashed off, deciding it was too much, and came back with a strawberry milk drink.
"Sis, give me that and drink this."
"Mm. Better. Thanks."
I wasn't that weak to spice back home—I could handle fire chicken noodles okay. Maybe the fresh body? Spice tolerance builds up, so first time hitting hard. Anyway, Hanbyeol polished off my leftovers, and I soothed my numb lips and tongue with the sweet strawberry milk. Not the creamy, sugary kind from reality—more like fresh fruit blended with a hint of honey or sugar. Still, perfect for cooling the burn. Eating spicy stuff really heated me up. No flapping my clothes shamelessly, so I just tossed my hair back for airflow. No wonder people scratch their heads after spice. Feeling calmer, I noticed Hanbyeol grinning at me.
"Sis really can't handle spice, huh?"
"Yeah. Guess crossing over changed that. Body switched up? You got nothing like that?"
"Eh, nothing but my hair getting singed."
Bragging she was cute originally? Even if bluffing, no need to probe. I just nodded. Cute or not, she was like a niece—high school age. Good thing I customized this character to early-20s looks so we passed as sisters. If it'd been my real middle-aged body, we'd look like a sugar mommy setup. That reminded me of dates with my ex-girlfriend. Unless it was that kind of thing, girls didn't link arms with me. But girls with girls... Natural. I let Hanbyeol's weight guide me, following her lead. If this was a date, it was a date. Mothers and daughters called outings dates too. People make memories out of little things—no big deal.
We wandered aimlessly, sightseeing this world's spots. Familiar scenery to me from fantasy novels—just "oh, so that's what it looks like." No need to spoil Hanbyeol's wonder by sharing, so I smiled softly: "Really? Cool."
"Sis, wanna shop for clothes?"
The burn had eased, my drink nearly gone, when Hanbyeol spotted a clothing store and lit up. I looked down at myself. Not that exposed, but too slutty. Curves on bust, waist, hips were fine, but the fabric clung softly to my abs, shadowing the faint lines—practically naked. Any pudge and it'd bulge right out. I tensed my core self-consciously. Waist so slim, it didn't show. Not see-through, but embarrassing now. I nodded quickly.
"Yeah, wanna try other stuff."
"Yay! I'll pick what suits you best!"
Happy to see her excited, I followed. Daesik's guy hurried after us.
"Sis, shopping there?"
"Yeah. Hard watching girls try on clothes?"
Not a total prude, I thought, but his face paled.
"Uh, bathroom break then..."
Spice hit his guts fast. Feeling bad for pushing it, I waved him off with a smile. Hanbyeol, who'd glared coldly, beamed at me.
"No pest now—let's shop and hit more spots!"
The store wasn't fancy, but stocked priestess robes like mine—cloth armor excluding metal or leather plate. Plate had high physical defense but low magic resist, cloth the opposite. Wonder if same here. My robe was actually modest—no cleavage or back cutouts. Pretty on other girls, sure, but too bold for my character strutting streets. Underbust cut for ventilation? Paizuri-ready. Side-slit for easy access? Face burning, I snuck to a wall chair, watching Hanbyeol browse excitedly. A clerk shadowed her, explaining pieces. Our eyes met; she smiled bright. I smiled back—then a chill ran down my spine.
I startled, and Hanbyeol grabbed a black outfit, chatted with the clerk, and approached.
"Sis, try this?"
"Huh? Oh, sure."
Folded, it was a mystery, but Hanbyeol picked it. Fitting room bound. Mine was less revealing than displays, so I trusted her to choose modest for my sake.
But it had weight. Unlike my plain white robe, this was similar design but leather-trimmed. Bands crossed my chest like an X, laces to cinch the waist. Side slits connected by leather to limit gape. Even potion pouches. Practical, but lewd. Face heating, mind reeling. No weird intent, right? The chest emphasis recalled being bound—breasts bulging firm over ropes, even without a mirror. Nah, Hanbyeol wouldn't. Potion pocket for mana pots, wallet in the small bag opposite—handy. Tight on sleeves and hem unlike loose original. Chest would hug too...? Odd anticipation, I changed quick.
Then the fitting room mirror. A woman stared back—familiar yet strange. First mirror since arriving. Locked in a mirrorless room all day, duh. Identical to my character, so just "pretty," nothing more. My face, my body. Long black hair, gentle refined features, slim neck to curvy elastic figure. Black priestess robe hugged it tight, leather edging my breasts just enough for breath—evoking bondage, breath quickening. I kneaded them furtively, then remembered the store and dropped my hands regretfully. Side slits showed hips, but used to it now. Still shy, but black stockings matched perfectly. Hope Hanbyeol likes. Excited, I stepped out.
"Hanbyeol?"
Gone. Playing hide-and-scare? Playful call, no reply.
"Hanbyeol...?"
Anxiety rising, smile fading. Asked the clerk—17-18yo blonde girl, with me? She remembered us, puzzled.
"She left with other priestesses. Weren't you together?"
"Ah... Thanks. Ring this up."
Priestess can't bolt naked—paid. 1/5th of evil wood bounty gone, but no time to care. Priestesses? Hanbyeol's a mage. Why follow? Old acquaintances of original owner? Why take her, not me? Doubts spiraled, panic building. Outside, asked passersby—no blonde with priestesses. Daesik's guy returned from bathroom.
"Sis, trouble?"
"Hanbyeol's gone. She was outside when I went in—clerk said priestesses took her..."
"Priestesses? Damn, right when I stepped away..."
A red-robed woman slipped between us, soundless. Exposure rivaled or beat mine—upper chest and shoulders bare. Eyes darting, I forced focus on her face, staring anxiously.
"Nice to meet you, Sister Ivy. We worried when contact cut off, but glad to find you here."
Soft tone, no hostility. I returned politely.
"Nice to meet you, Sister. Sorry for the silence—unfortunate events. But Father's will let me redeem my captors. Late greeting, but fortunate."
"I see. Word reached our order, so we came."
"Ah... Any chance your group has my sister? Hanbyeol—blonde, bit shorter than me."
The red priestess pursed her lips. Bad vibe hit.
"Doubt it. From what we know, that mage isn't your sister. Just a dungeon hire, right?"
Knew our dynamic? From original Ivy's faith? She stepped forward; I backed up instinctively.
"Who are you?"
Her smile vanished. Cold, blank stare dropped my heart.