Heroine Appears! 1
Why the hell is she here? Caught off guard by this totally unexpected face, I just stood there like an idiot, blinking stupidly without even knowing how to react.
Was she in our class from the start? No way. Even if I never paid much attention to the other kids, there's no way I could've missed hair that flashy.
So why is she here? I racked my brain desperately trying to figure it out. But those thoughts didn't last long.
"Get lost, you crazy bitch!"
"Eek!"
The pink-haired girl suddenly screamed and started hurling stuff from her bag. I slammed the classroom door shut and stood in front of it, wearing a baffled expression.
...What the actual fuck? I had a million questions, but in my current state, I'd probably get beaten to death before I could even say a word, so I just peeked through the window.
The pink-haired girl was still fuming, stomping her feet before plopping down at her desk and fiddling with her phone. From the furious typing speed, she was probably venting to her friends about spotting a crazy bitch. And yeah, that crazy bitch was me.
What to do? The tension had eased a bit compared to earlier. Even in this insane situation of wandering the school naked, it was clear everyone—first-years and teachers—had been hypnotized at the entrance ceremony. If I ran into anyone, they'd probably react like those guys from before, nothing weird.
The second- and third-years were a mystery, but... our first-year Class 1 hallway didn't cross paths with them anyway, so let's call that fine.
My original plan was to hide somewhere in the school and wait for Jung Taeyang, but now I didn't even need to hide—just avoid the upperclassmen lines—and the difficulty had dropped big time.
...Still feels so fucking unfair, though. I glanced at the pink-haired girl again; now she was on a phone call, looking seriously pissed even if I couldn't hear much.
"Haa..." If she were just some plain black-haired girl, I could've ignored her and moved on. But with that pink hair, there was no way I could just walk past.
I'd never played this game, but I knew enough about visual novels: the capture targets always had wild hair colors. Or they were drop-dead gorgeous. And this pink-haired girl? Unique color and fucking stunning. Anyone could see she was a straight-up heroine.
...And the fact she wasn't hypnotized bugged me too. Plus, that photo Jung Taeyang had shown me yesterday, disguised as a molester. Thinking back, maybe it was a hint for the next target. Meaning her.
I'd already been hypnotized into doing all sorts of shit, but somehow, I wanted to protect her from that. Was this some heroine solidarity or whatever?
"But how the hell am I supposed to do that..." My image was already in the shitter beyond repair. Hell, if I saw some chick earnestly sucking dick naked in the park one day and showing up to school buck-ass nude the next morning, I'd react the same way.
"...Guess I should find some clothes first?" Scrap the 'hide and wait for Jung Taeyang' plan. No way clothes would just be lying around school, but if this was an ero-game school, who knows. Maybe some spare gym uniform in the PE storage or something.
For now... I needed to talk to her properly. No idea why, but my gut said so.
*
"Why the fuck is it actually here?"
I headed straight to the gym on the third floor to look for clothes. In ero-games, gym uniforms always turn up in the gym—that's the rule.
I hadn't expected it'd be this easy, though. Right in the middle of the gym, a neatly placed gym uniform. Still brand new, packaging intact and all.
"...It's meant for me to wear, right."
Too blatant—it was suspicious now. I inspected it from every angle, but fuck it, suspicious or not, I had to wear something. I tore open the packaging.
And the gym uniform I put on... was fucking tiny.
"Fuck."
I figured as much. That's how they always are in ero-games. Hell, I should be grateful there weren't holes ripped in it everywhere. In those games, girls strut around in that shit proudly.
"Fuuuuck..."
Still, this was too small. I crammed my body into it somehow, but my huge tits weren't just covered—they outlined perfectly, nipples poking right through, screaming 'no bra here' to anyone who looked. The shorts? Not even Japanese bloomers, just regular blue ones. But they hugged my thick thighs so tight, the shape of my pussy mound was crystal clear.
"Jung Taeyang, you fucking prick."
Asshole. But better than full nude, so less embarrassing than before. Even if my nipples were poking out and my pussy lips were basically visible—what's a girl to do? I left the gym and headed back to our hallway.
Luckily, it was still early; hardly anyone around. Even if they were hypnotized... shame's shame. Fucking embarrassing to parade around public like this.
"Hoo."
After battling humiliation the whole way, back at class, the pink-haired girl was still the only one there. Looked like her anger had cooled; she was quietly staring at her phone.
"..."
But standing at the door, I froze. Scared shitless... What if she flipped out again the second I walked in and started throwing stuff? Could I even handle that?
What to do. Maybe bail?
"Hey."
Turn around and run now? No escaping Jung Taeyang's hypnosis anyway—talking wouldn't change shit.
"Hey."
Yeah, what would I even say? Just go back and figure out my hypnosis problem...
"You ignoring me, you fucking bitch?"
Smack!
"Hiyak?!"
Sudden pain exploded in my head. Panicking, I yelped some weird noise and whipped around to see... pink-hair.
"Asked if you're ignoring me, bitch."
"N-No, I..."
She'd snuck up while I was dithering at the door and smacked my head. Caught in this mess and her overwhelming vibe... I couldn't even open my mouth.
"Get in. What the fuck kinda retard outfit is that... Fuck it, just come."
She eyed me up and down, snorting like I'd amused her, then turned and headed inside.
...Is she a delinquent archetype? Never hating that I hadn't played the game more than right now. Scary as fuck, seriously...
I shuffled in and stood by her seat... my seat. She shot me a 'what the hell' look, but with my spot stolen, I had nowhere else to go.
"Just sit here for now."
She pointed to the seat next to hers—Jung Taeyang's spot. Fuck, fuck... But her aura crushed any resistance. I sat.
"..."
"..."
An awkward silence stretched. How to break it? She was casually picking at her nails...
"Hey."
"Y-Yes?!"
I slipped into polite speech without thinking, and she gave me a pathetic look...
"You get isekai'd too?"
"...Huh?"
Words I couldn't ignore. I stared at her in shock; she stared back with the same expression.
"Your reaction says yes. Fuck, why'd some worthless bitch like you possess Lee Sebin..."
"W-Wait, you got isekai'd too...?"
Instead of answering, she fiddled with her phone... then glared.
"You know her name. Call me by name. Fuck, I was hyped 'cause Lee Sebin looked so hot..."
...Name? Wait, hot?
"U-Um, what do you mean by hot...?"
"A chick that haughty-looking with a slutty body like that—who wouldn't be horny? Fuck, the personality's hot too... but then I end up some total nerd..."
"...Are you a guy by chance?"
Was this pink-hair another dude like me, transmigrated into a girl? Was that the weird pull I felt...!
"What kinda dumbass question is that? Obviously a girl."
"B-But saying Lee Sebin's hot..."
"I like girls. So fuck it, figured while I'm here, I'd fuck Lee Sebin... but nope, turned into a total loser..."
Ah.
"Haa... Seeing you yesterday and today, you're already hypnotized. Fuck, what a shitty life..."
"H-Haha..."
"Wanna die?"
"N-No!"
...What now.