Heroine Appears! 2
With those words, the conversation between the pink-haired girl and me came to an abrupt end, leaving only an inexplicable awkwardness hanging in the air. To be precise, it was just me feeling it. She was fiddling with her phone like nothing had happened.
I fidgeted with my hands, staring at her, but she didn't spare me a single glance, as if she'd lost all interest in me.
"..."
I wasn't the type lacking in sociability or anything like that. Back when I was a guy, I actually got along pretty well with people and had a fair share of female friends. I wasn't shy about talking to girls either—I'd even dated a few and thought I'd met all sorts of types.
But for some reason, starting a conversation with her felt impossible. Up close, she had such an innocent, approachable face, but her aura and presence were no joke. It was the total opposite of me—stuck in Lee Sebin's body like this. I couldn't help thinking she'd transmigrated into a tough personality from an easygoing character.
If she'd ended up in Lee Sebin's body, I'd probably be too scared to even make eye contact, trembling like a leaf. For real.
Anyway, after that, she didn't glance my way once, and as time passed, a few kids started trickling in for class.
Call it a silver lining in the misfortune. At least they didn't bat an eye at my clothes. They just seemed to think it was a bit small on me, nothing more.
"Um..."
As I stood there fidgeting in the uncomfortable silence, someone spoke up to me.
"Yeah?"
It was a guy I didn't recognize. I'd seen him at the entrance ceremony, so not exactly a stranger, but he was so utterly average that he hadn't stuck in my memory. Come to think of it, the only guy I remembered clearly was Jung Taeyang. That felt kinda off-putting.
"This is my seat..."
"Oh, r-right..."
Oh yeah, the pink-haired girl had taken my spot. I stepped aside and decided to stand near her. The seat next to her was empty, but it was Jung Taeyang's, and for some reason, sitting there felt off-limits.
"What."
How long had I been standing there? Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at me. Her gaze alone carried an overwhelming intimidation. This girl had to have been some kind of gangster in her past life.
"This is my seat, so..."
My voice naturally shrank. Even I had no experience dealing with someone like a mobster.
She glanced at the seat, then casually moved her stuff to the one next to it—Jung Taeyang's spot—and sat down there.
"Sit."
"Uh, o-okay..."
I didn't want to, but that intimidating aura crushed me again.
"..."
I cautiously sat in my own seat. I snuck a peek at her, but she didn't seem to care.
"Hey."
"Y-yeah?"
Maybe because she hadn't seemed to notice, her sudden call made me jump in surprise.
Ignoring that, she kept her eyes fixed on her phone and continued.
"Lemme see your tits."
"...Huh?"
This time, it wasn't fear—it was pure bewilderment that made a weird noise escape me. Show my tits all of a sudden? The absurd demand left me frozen, not knowing what to do.
And then, out of nowhere, she started yanking off my clothes.
"W-what are you—?!"
Instead of answering, she dragged her chair right up to mine and laid her head on my chest like it was a pillow.
"Whoa, these are insanely soft. Your tits are my pillow from now on."
"..."
Should I like this? Hate it? It definitely didn't feel bad. She wasn't heavy, and having a pretty girl lying against me wasn't something to complain about. Just sitting there, I could smell the nice scent from her hair, and the warmth of her body against mine was kinda... pleasant.
With her head on my chest-pillow, she went back to her phone, and from my angle, I could naturally see her screen. She was doing her makeup. Despite her innocent look, the heavy makeup suited her revealing outfit perfectly.
I was peeking at her screen like a voyeur when—
"Sebin, hi~"
Jung Taeyang showed up. He didn't seem fazed at all by the sight of me letting a girl I barely knew use my chest as a pillow. If anything, he grinned like he found it amusing, slung his bag over the desk, and spoke to her.
"This is my seat."
"...Yeah?"
Surprisingly, she got up without a fight. I'd worried she was getting played or something, but her guarded expression and hesitant movements said otherwise.
Well, she said she was a transmigrator like me. So she probably knew what Jung Taeyang was capable of. Unless she was some masochistic freak who wanted it, she'd have prepared countermeasures. Unlike me, she seemed to know the game inside out, so she must have a plan.
For those reasons, I wasn't too worried. Taeyang didn't pull out his phone either, so I figured nothing would happen right then.
And my judgment got utterly shattered.
Suddenly, the pink-haired girl dropped to her knees in front of Taeyang, yanked down his pants, and started fondling his dick.
"Smack...♡"
She massaged it a few times to get it bigger, then planted deep kisses on it. Not lip-to-lip, but cock-to-lips.
"Smack...♡ Slurp♡ Slurp♡"
After a few thorough kisses, she started sucking it with such slutty devotion it bordered on vulgar. One hand gently toyed with his balls while she gave him a loving, meticulous blowjob like she was pleasing a lover.
"Schlurp♡ Slurp♡ Gluck♡ Hnng♡"
I wasn't the only one who couldn't process it. Looking around, half the class was watching her with stunned faces as she deepthroated him.
But she ignored the stares, her movements growing more rhythmic.
"Ngh..."
With Taeyang's small groan, the semen started erupting. She looked determined not to spill a drop, but some leaked from the corners of her small mouth.
When it was over, her expression was something else—like a girl utterly smitten. She gazed up at his cock with adoring eyes.
...Watching it, I felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment rising, even though I knew full well she'd fallen under Taeyang's hypnosis.
In the midst of it, she opened her cute little mouth to show the pooled semen inside, then swallowed it with a gulp and smiled.
It wasn't the commanding vibe she'd shown me earlier. No, it was like... a female in heat fawning over a male.
And as if to prove my thought right, she started licking the tip clean, still smeared with a bit of cum. His dick was already covered in her lipstick marks, but she didn't care, diligently giving him a cleanup blowjob that was downright obscene.
"Hehe..."
A cutesy giggle, worlds apart from how she'd talked to me.
With that laugh, she promptly prostrated herself at Taeyang's feet.
"As a lowly bitch...♡ I'm so sorry for stealing your seat...♡"
"Oh? If you know you did wrong, you gotta take your punishment, right?"
"Yesss...♡"
"Then strip off that uniform and give it to Sebin. You don't wear anything."
At his words, she lit up with excitement and started stripping. She neatly folded her clothes and placed them at my feet, then bowed low to me, offering them up.
"Please... accept this filthy bitch's clothes...♡"
"..."
Fuck, how the hell was I supposed to process this? My brain got it on a logical level, but emotionally? No clue. The girl who'd been glaring daggers at me moments ago was now groveling at my feet, handing over her clothes.
If I'd still been a guy, I might've loved it. But now? Pure terror.
"She'll stay like that if you don't take 'em."
Taeyang's words as I stared down at her, trembling. I forced my shaky hands to pick up the clothes. Only after I put them on did she lift her head.
She was... beaming radiantly.