She's Going to Fuck Me?
She's going to f…fuck me?
A story of heroes defeating villains and monsters to protect the city.
That was the setting of this game.
No protagonist. No information.
"But why am I inside that game…?"
I'd bought Hero out of sheer curiosity, never expecting to get isekai'd into it.
And as a woman, no less.
A few years of living as a girl, and even my memories of being a man had started to fade. Only in dreams would the silhouette of who I used to be occasionally surface.
"Nahee Sunbae, what are you thinking so hard about?"
I turned my head and found my colleague, Han Chaerin, looking at me.
I'd been sitting blankly in the café on the first floor of the Association, so I must have looked pretty down.
"Just thinking about the old days."
"Whoa. Tell me too! I want to hear Unni's old stories."
She carefully took the seat across from me.
Black hair in a ponytail, a gentle face, and on top of that, she was kind and remarkably easy to get along with.
"It's nothing worth hearing… Ah, want some coffee? My treat."
"Getting treated by Nahee Sunbae feels a little…"
Chaerin scratched her head and awkwardly averted her eyes.
What's that supposed to mean.
But I could understand what she was getting at.
With my petite frame, and a hero costume that was basically a flashy magical-girl outfit complete with a magic wand—I looked less like a hero and more like an attention-seeking idol.
And then there was the whole "Magical Power" thing instead of regular mana.
For a hero, I'm basically a magical girl…
That had been the concept from the moment I possessed this body.
At first, every glance at that unfamiliar, baby-faced reflection had drawn a hollow laugh out of me. Now I was mostly used to it.
Besides, saving people and protecting the city suited me surprisingly well—and it came with a real sense of pride.
I'd developed a sense of justice, too. All in all, it was a pretty satisfying life.
"I'm an adult, you know…"
"I was joking! Let's not be gloomy!"
"I was joking too."
In the end, I bought the coffee—Unni's privilege. Chaerin pretended to give in and stepped back a pace.
I was twenty-three, and Chaerin had just turned twenty.
Of course I should be the one treating.
"You know I started using a hammer because of you, right, Unni? Do you have any idea how pretty you looked on TV holding that hammer?"
"Haha… Is that so. But I use magic, though…?"
"You hold the hammer way more often."
That was only because the broadcasting station had asked me to—said it made for a better shot. I'd gotten paid for it.
Still, I did transform my wand into a hammer and fight with it in real battles, so it wasn't entirely for show.
"You're pretty, you're popular, you catch villains like it's nothing, and you're adorable on top of it. How are you this perfect? Why don't you have a girlfriend?"
Her praise made my face burn.
To be fair, the character I'd possessed really was a beautiful blonde.
Flustered, I just kept sipping through my coffee straw. I didn't notice Chaerin's gaze lingering on my lips.
"You're pretty and popular too, Chaerin. You even run a stream."
"I have to do at least that much if I want to raise my profile. Didn't you used to stream too, Unni?"
I did…
I was pretty sure the videos were still floating around somewhere.
The ones of me throwing up peace signs and doing aegyo.
"Uh, no… they're gone…"
"I already looked them up. I saved them, too."
A long sigh escaped me.
Mortifying.
I couldn't be bothered with streaming these days, but popularity mattered a lot among heroes lately, so a fair number of them ran their own broadcasts.
"Unni, you still don't get your mana recharged by a Guide? Ah… maybe it's different because yours is Magical…?"
"Y-yeah… something like that. You don't get it done either, Chaerin?"
"Nope. I'd rather just refill my mana slowly on my own."
Chaerin beamed, her eyes curving into crescents.
Espers and Guides.
Heroes were Espers who wielded mana.
And Guides were the ones who could rapidly restore the mana spent in battle.
Espers grew a dick and could easily refill their mana through sex with a Guide.
The first time I'd learned about that setting, I'd been so dumbfounded I couldn't sleep. I'd spent whole nights staring at the ceiling, trying to wrap my head around it.
It's messed up. I still can't make sense of it.
Guides were so scarce that if you ever found out how many Espers a state-employed Guide had to service in a single day, you'd pass out on the spot.
Just imagining how many Espers that one body had to take made my stomach turn.
And… I was a Guide too.
People said Guides gave off a distinctive Guide scent, but I kept mine well hidden behind my Magical Power…
I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I ever got found out.
I managed an awkward smile across the table at Chaerin.
That was when the dispatch alarm blared from my phone.
"Unni, want to go together?"
"Yeah. Let's do it."
"Wait, really?"
At Chaerin's delighted clapping, I hit the Accept Dispatch button.
Nobody else would show up, probably.
Normally no one pressed Accept until the system randomly assigned someone.
I sucked up the last of my coffee.
The cold dregs tasted bitter.
Ugh, gross.
I was starting to regret coming.
A gigantic eyeball, its surface writhing with tentacles. Veins like blood vessels bulged grotesquely across the eye, twitching and squirming.
Calling them veins was generous—each one was as thick as a human thigh.
"It's so disgusting… ugh…"
"Nahee Unni, are you okay?!"
"Y-yeah… ugh, my stomach."
"You really can't handle the gross stuff, huh? Just rest. I'll take care of it."
Chaerin hefted a massive black hammer onto her shoulder. Meanwhile I just clung to the handle of my golden hammer—the same shade as my blonde hair—and kept dry-heaving.
My stomach couldn't take it. Ugh.
Chaerin gave me a pitying look, then charged the monster alone.
The monster had no intention of letting her get close.
It lashed out with tentacles sharp and hard as spears, firing them at blistering speed. But Chaerin dodged them lightly even as the ground crumbled beneath her, cutting her way forward without slowing.
"Chaerin's amazing."
Watching her tear forward with her hair streaming behind her filled me with genuine pride.
My stomach had settled enough by then.
I watched her with a fond little smile.
"Ah, right. I should help."
I started toward her to back her up in the fierce exchange.
I'd almost reached her when I spotted it—a tentacle behind the eyeball monster, its tip spinning like a drill, whirling furiously as it zeroed in on Chaerin's blind spot.
Chaerin was busy batting away the tentacles stabbing at her. Then she staggered, unable to fully absorb the hammer's recoil—
and in that razor-thin opening, the tentacle lunged.
"Chaerin!"
I gathered every ounce of power I had, put my whole core into it, and hurled the golden hammer with everything I had.
"Magical Hammer Shooting!"
BOOM!
With a sound like a shell detonating, the golden hammer blasted forward at high speed, pulverizing the monster's tentacle and bursting the eyeball in a single strike.
Chunks of flesh and fluid splattered in every direction, pattering down onto the ground.
"Huh… one-shot."
Well. Yeah.
I had the experience, and I was on the stronger side.
Chaerin stood frozen in a daze for a second, then gave me a thumbs-up.
"As expected, Nahee Sunbae's hammer is top-tier! Thank you!"
I smiled awkwardly, and Chaerin hurried over to ask,
"Thank you so much. But did you always have a skill called Hammer Shooting? I've been a huge fan of yours and I've never heard of it."
"I-it exists. Probably?"
It didn't.
I'd just yelled it because throwing something in total silence felt weird.
Don't you need a battle cry when you throw something?
I scratched my cheek with one finger, embarrassed.
Among the collapsed buildings damaged by the monster, the two of us had safely taken it down.
That was when I spotted a lone figure in the distance.
A woman standing with her long black hair streaming proudly in the wind.
Tension spiked through me. I transformed my weapon back into a magic wand and gripped it tight.
Chaerin adjusted her hold on her hammer as well.
"An enemy…?"
Then the woman began walking slowly toward us.
"Long time no see, Nahee."
"Jin Soyul…?"
"That's right. Is that your girlfriend next to you?"
There was an edge in her voice I couldn't quite place.
"Ah—no, she's my hero junior… It's been a while."
Jin Soyul…? Chaerin murmured beside me.
Who was she?
When I'd been dumped into this world without warning, panicking and flailing around like an idiot—
she was the hero friend who'd helped me.
Back then, I couldn't have been more grateful.
"Looks like you've been doing well. I haven't been, not since you turned down my confession."
Soyul said it with a dazzling smile.
She was smiling, and yet her eyes weren't smiling at all. A chill slid down my spine instead.
She looked calmly down at the ground littered with scattered flesh, then pressed her foot down hard on a tentacle that was still twitching.
With a wet squish, the scrap of meat went still.
"That one was a favorite of mine. But of course it was you, Nahee. Still so pretty. Still so cute. Makes me want to have you."
"W-what are you talking about… You cared about a monster?"
I couldn't make sense of any of this.
"Ah… after I confessed to you in public and got rejected, I was so fucking humiliated I turned villain. I never thought you'd turn me down. We were pretty good together, weren't we?"
"So that's why you disappeared for years? Do you know how hard I looked for you… I thought you were dead!"
"Thanks for worrying. I only came to see your face today. I'm glad you're still pretty."
"I'm sorry I didn't accept your confession back then… I still needed time to adjust, and I wasn't in any place to date anyone…!"
"Stop."
She dropped the smile and her face went cold.
Chaerin stood beside us with her eyes round as saucers, quietly listening to every word.
Soyul closed the distance one step at a time toward my frozen self.
The pressure rolling off her made me backpedal.
But she was much faster.
In an instant she'd closed the gap, leaning in so close our faces nearly touched, and whispered into my ear.
"I've been dying to fucking wreck you. Looks like I'm the stronger one now. Next time, dress sexy. Today's just a hello."
Hot, thick breath brushed my face.
W-wreck…?
What the hell?! Did I hear that right?
Was that kind, gentle Jin Soyul really saying she wanted to fuck me?
The crude words blanked my mind pure white.
She finished speaking, flicked my cheek with one finger—tap—and vanished into a swirl of black smoke.
"……"
"U-Unni, what did she say to you? She's a real villain! I've never seen someone actually turn villain before. Snap out of it, Unni!"
Chaerin grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I flopped around like a balloon doll. Soyul's vulgar words still clung to my ears, circling endlessly and refusing to leave.