Night Flier ①
Recently, my body has felt incredibly light. I don't get tired even after running 3 kilometers. It feels like my physical abilities have improved a lot lately. 'What's going on? There's not much that's changed from before.' If I have to point it out, it's probably Sehyun's attitude. Sehyun is actively training me. It feels like there's been some kind of change in his mindset. 'Thinking about it, Sehyun seems to be treating me better these days.'
Sehyun is giving me a big boost. Every day he gives me a stamp of approval, like "Well done." He erases my inferiority complex and builds up my self-esteem.
"Good. Another record today."
Sehyun timed the run and watched me with a satisfied smile. I clung to him with a triumphant face.
"Tell me the record. I want to see it too, see it too!"
"Hey, don't cling so much!"
"What? How's it? We're ball buddies."
The more Sehyun panicked, the more playful I got. I even pressed my body closer to his, like a demolition crew trying to steal his blood.
"Get off! You'll smell like sweat!"
"No, I didn't sweat at all. Want me to check?"
"Enough!"
This is enough to run like a refreshing walk. Thanks to the light running, my tracksuit is fluffy. The scent of fabric softener is still in it.
"What? You were the one sweating. You little thief. Look at the sweat droplets on your butt."
"......It's because of you. You were clinging to me."
"No, I didn't sweat. Why are you blaming me? So, your tier? Your tier, your tier?"
It was a surprise attack. I snatched Sehyun's hand like a grizzly bear snatching a salmon.
"Whoa. This guy, his hand is sweaty. I heard that lying causes sweat secretion."
"I never lied. Stop forcing it."
"Hmm... let me see..."
I compared Sehyun's palm to mine. It was much tougher and larger than mine, who became a woman. Clearly male. Unlike me, who changed.
'......So that's it. I'm a woman now. I have no choice.'
I feel a sense of deprivation from the irreversible loss. Can I go back to being a man? After being abandoned by that woman, I had a sense of purpose, but I lost my motivation and gave up on hope. Regression is a slim possibility. But my relationship with Sehyun hasn't changed. The reason I can maintain my self after becoming a woman. It's because of you.
"Hey, hey. Here..."
I whispered seductively in Sehyun's ear. "Trim your middle and ring fingernails. You never know, maybe one day you'll do something other than self-care."
"Anyway, Siha, the more you open your mouth, the more suspicious words come out, making me doubt your humanity!"
"Haha, that's me. Didn't you know? Life is pain."
I act shy like a student getting sex education for the first time. No real experience, but I know the theory well. Plus, teasing Sehyun is the highlight of my life. My human nature is clear. Sehyun is thoroughly the bottom.
"Go ahead and talk. No reward today."
"Aaah—!"
It was a cowardly threat. I cried out like a meerkat whose food was stolen. "You humiliated me."
"Where did that come from! I set a new record. I should be praised. Why are you saying that because I'm upset!"
I protested to Sehyun. It's worse than a bald judge's mistake. It's like not putting a winning racehorse on the winning live show. It's evil.
"......Siha, you don't even know your own heart."
"You know I'm trying to eat you up, don't you, Cha-sha!"
"Such a comfortable guy. I'm envious of your simplicity."
Sehyun had a troubled expression like a puberty boy. What's this? Has something been piling up lately. Frustration? He's prickly over small provocations. It was a light erotica.
"Aaaah! How much effort I put in! Do it. No, just do it!"
"Hey, hey!"
I clung to Sehyun like a child throwing a tantrum. It worked. Sehyun's face was flustered. "You trained me, tormented me, and now you want to punish me naked. You want to display my panties so the inside is visible? You're a pervert!"
"I won't!"
"Then give me a reward!"
I approached Sehyun with expectant eyes like a cat licking its lips at seeing a churu. "If anyone saw, they'd think I was being pampered."
"I am pampering you. You're basically my possession."
"......You evil bastard."
Sehyun shook his head as if resigned, like a team member looking at a hopeless terminal patient. "Quickly, do it."
I affectionately hugged Sehyun. Eventually, Sehyun opened his mouth. "Well done. You're the best. Yeah, amazing. This is something only you can do. Great, great."
The content was simple. A restrained praise from a ball buddy. His face trying to hide the embarrassing emotion was delicious. It felt like he was making me do erotic play. No exaggerated expressions, but I was happy. Because Sehyun was cheering for me. There was also the effect of the interest seed. The phenomenon where performance improves when someone is watching. For me, it was Sehyun.
Just as I was enjoying the afterglow of the praise,
"......Hiyaang—?!"
A soft touch landed on my forehead. It was Sehyun stroking my hair. "What, what are you doing?"
"You crazy bastard. Why are you stroking someone else's head!?"
I thought my heart would drop. I glared at Sehyun while clutching my trembling chest. "Somehow it felt like a good spot to touch. And it appears in anime too. Stroking the head as praise."
"Hey, crazy guy. Don't you distinguish between anime and reality? How lewd is the head area!"
A hot sensation came from my cheek. As hot as putting ramen on top of it. "Hey, don't say words that could be misunderstood if someone hears!"
"Misunderstood? The area where hair grows is all lewd! Even the dick has pubic hair growing... ugh, ugh—!"
Sehyun covered my mouth with his hand. I was forcibly silenced and resisted fiercely. "Seol Siha! Don't let anyone else's hand touch your mouth. What dirty thing are you doing!?"
"I'm making you pay for violating the freedom of expression!"
I was denouncing anything and everything. Guarantee this, that. At the moment we were grappling, tangled together like in a fight.
"Hey... I'm back."
Myoa returned after running 10 kilometers. "We, we, we—?!"
We shook off the situation and stood up. We pushed each other away as if nothing happened, maintaining distance. Our breathing was strangely ragged. What's this atmosphere? Like a man and woman caught in an affair.
"Producer-nim, sorry for interrupting."
"No! It's not like that at all—!"
I denied the situation to Myoa. If it felt like we were cuddling, it's a wrong picture. Rather, it was a life-or-death Ragnarok.
"I'll run more. This time, I'll set the course at 30 kilometers. Please enjoy it leisurely."
Myoa had grown noticeably. While Sehyun was focusing on training me, Myoa had been doing her own training.
"I want to go too! Let's unite as girls!"
I used a trick to exclude Sehyun. By using the gender, I'm the majority. I can pressure Sehyun with numbers.
"Siha, you're being cowardly. Where do you see yourself as a girl. Don't turn into a girl only when needed, like a bat!"
"Blah. Too bad. Eat twice."
This is the way to handle life. I recruited Myoa and secured the majority vote. With this, Sehyun couldn't act freely toward me.
"Sehyun oppa, you're too much. I don't know how much girl-like sensibility Producer-nim has!"
"......Huh?"
It was an emergency. An attack came from Myoa. I looked at Myoa with a bewildered face. Girl-like sensibility? What do you mean, Myoa?
I whispered an operation time to Myoa. "Hehe. I know. I know how much Producer is thinking of Sehyun oppa affectionately."
Myoa told me in a small voice. I was at a loss for words and denied with gestures. Sehyun is my best friend, no matter what. Affectionately? Stop using sweet emotion words.
"Never—!"
Myoa was saying something she didn't understand. She hadn't seen me when I was a man. Nothing had changed from when I was a man.
At that moment, my smartphone rang. Someone was contacting me. It was good timing. It was an opportunity to escape the awkward atmosphere.
I got up using the phone as an excuse. 'Who could it be. It's not common for someone to call me.' Black Wolf blocks all incoming calls. The only friend I have is Sehyun. Human relationships are desolate, regardless of work or personal.
'Unknown number. Hmm.' Unregistered number. But the number pattern is familiar. It was the office number of the Hunter Association. It felt suspicious somehow. It smelled like business. And related to Black Wolf's den.
'If it was Black Wolf, I wouldn't have answered.' I hesitated for a moment, but I pressed the call button.
"Hello?"
- Hello, this is the Hunter Association audit room. Is this Seol Siha?
"......Yes, it is."
- Regarding the Black Wolf audit matter, we need to contact you as a witness for the investigation.
It was as I thought. The bad relationship with my old workplace seemed not to end easily.