A Condom Hairpin
A hairpin is a tool for pinning up long hair. Or maybe it's just an accessory. Or perhaps both. It's only been a few days since I started living as a girl, so I'm not entirely sure, but I think what I know about hairpins is correct. Definitely not for use as a condom display rack dangling from my head like this.
"Why are you so shy? It suits you, I said."
As I walked with my head bowed, Choi Yubin, who had reverted to her cool expression, spoke up. It'd probably suit you perfectly. After all, you're the one who's in charge of sexual relief. But I'm not in charge of sexual relief, nor am I an aspirant. I'm just a normal student, walking down the hall with a still-warm used condom hanging from my hair? Anyone who sees me would think I'm a total pervert slut. Whether she knew how I felt or not, Choi Yubin kept cooing about how pretty it looked.
...To be honest, I knew it too. For some reason, it suited me insanely well. The original packaging was pretty, sure, but the bizarrely bulging green condom dangling from my head evoked a strange eroticism. The complete opposite of my haughty-looking face. That's what made it so heart-racingly seductive to men. But that's beside the point—my mind couldn't accept it.
I kept my head down and hurried toward the classroom as fast as I could, but the condom swayed by my eye. Beyond it wafted a thick semen scent. It was freshly used, so the smell was intense. Don't condoms usually smell like rubber? Was it because this was a game world with no rubber scent, or was this a high-quality condom without any smell? Or maybe the semen was so thick it overpowered everything...
"Hngh..."
I collapsed into my seat like I was falling over when I reached the classroom. I'd drawn tons of stares on the way. Of course, this body always attracted attention even when I was just walking normally, but today, people were blushing and staring just because of the condom. As I sat, I felt a sticky liquid on my thighs. A quick check revealed it was my own love juices from earlier. Was it from getting aroused by all the stares, or had the remnants from that nipple masturbation orgasm not dried yet? I couldn't tell.
Choi Yubin sauntered back to the classroom leisurely and plopped down in the seat next to mine. With her cool expression, she fiddled with the condom.
"He really came a ton, huh."
"Do I... have to keep this on? I'm not even in charge of sexual relief—it's weird..."
Even as I asked, she just kept poking and prodding the condom, spreading the scent even more.
"Then should I tell everyone? That you watched some sexual relief action and squirted from nipple masturbation?"
"...No."
That was a matter of dignity. The condom could pass as pre-training since I'd end up as sexual relief duty eventually anyway, but admitting I squirted from nipple play while watching someone else fuck? That went against all manners and screamed "masturbation-crazed pervert."
"Be honest—you got turned on, right?"
Choi Yubin shoved her face right in front of mine. Even as a girl, when she came at me like that, it flustered me. I averted my gaze and answered.
"Well... yeah."
The thick semen smell, the stares—it'd be a lie to say I wasn't aroused. The downside was the insane shame surging up, but getting excited from that shame was also true.
"Then it's fine, right?"
"..."
Something felt off. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what. It was all common sense, yet it felt foggy, like a mist had settled over my mind. As I brushed my hair back, I felt the condom's texture and yanked my hand away. It was scalding hot.
"Hey, uh, could you handle some sexual relief...?"
Then one of the guys in class approached Yubin for relief. She flashed a grin and started acting all cutesy, and the two headed out of the classroom. I waved them off and slumped over my desk.
"This is weird... so weird..."
I had no idea what exactly was weird, but it just felt off. What? What felt wrong? As I pondered, the condom dropped right in front of my eyes. Must've happened when I moved my head while slumping.
"Ssp..."
Inhaling the semen scent somehow calmed my mind. Did it have that effect too? I rolled my eyes around, scanning the class. Just a normal classroom scene—no oddities. Was I overthinking it?
"Ssp... haa..."
Before I knew it, my breathing grew ragged. Once my dizzy mind settled, the scent ignited my body's arousal. Had I sniffed it too long? Along with that thought, I felt my lower parts growing wet.
...Should I masturbate?
*
Lunch break hadn't ended yet. Jung Taeyang was making new friends at the school store. Sure, with his cheat-like hypnosis app, he could turn anyone into a meat toilet whenever he wanted, but he'd used it up enough over the past year to crave a normal school life too. That's how he ended up at the school store. For students this age, obsessing over the store was inevitable. Hanging out there led to kids he could call friends, and he'd gotten friendly with pretty much everyone.
Of course, he'd hypnotized the whole class at orientation... but aside from a few girls he liked, he hadn't done much—just a slight favorability boost. He'd once cranked up a guy's favorability way too high and felt his chastity threatened, so he was cautious now.
"Hmm~ hm~"
Taeyang strolled down the hall humming. No matter how he thought about it, possessing this game world was a blessing. No more scraping by in a poor family with daily part-time jobs—just a life where he could do whatever he wanted.
"I got lucky."
A year ago. A game pre-installed on a computer he'd gotten by chance. He had some free time that day, so he played it, pulled an all-nighter, and cleared it in one go. Then he crashed into bed, and when he woke up, he was the protagonist in the game—like some novel plot. For some reason, he'd possessed a year before the game's start, but the hypnosis app was there, so no issues. He already knew how to use it from playing.
"Hey~"
"Hey, Taeyang!"
He greeted a girl he'd known since last year as she passed, and she replied with bubbly energy. This was school life. Not passing out from endless part-time gigs and getting chewed out for sleeping. Taeyang loved his current life. He never wanted to return to that hellish reality.
And to keep it that way...
"Sebin..."
The smartphone Taeyang pulled out showed the game's progress. A new feature unlocked at the main story's start. Deadline: 3 years. Clear condition: Complete at least one assistant.
"Usually, clearing sends you back to reality."
Instead, the reward here was to live in this world. Taeyang preferred that. If the reward was returning to reality, he'd have desperately stalled progress.
"Nice, real nice."
He'd been shocked to learn Lee Sebin was a possessor too. He'd hesitated at first, wondering if this was okay, but soon steeled himself. She might've had a tough life like me, right? Of course, he knew it was self-justification. He knew for sure she'd hate it. But if he made her happier, wasn't that enough? That's what Taeyang thought.
"...Huh?"
As he walked the hall, he spotted Lee Sebin. He considered saying hi, but her flushed face and hesitant steps stopped him.
"Whoa..."
A condom on her head, though. So damn... hot. Taeyang silently followed behind her. If the chance came, he'd scare her from behind with a surprise!
A few minutes of tailing her.
"Hoo, ha..."
Sebin hesitated in front of the bathrooms, glancing between the men's and women's. She squeezed her eyes shut and entered the men's room.
"Why's she going in there?"
He'd never hypnotized her to go to the men's room. Curious, Taeyang opened the door and stepped in. Sebin startled and slammed a stall door shut.
...Did she think she wasn't caught? Her clumsiness was adorable. Since they'd come this far, he'd play along. He pretended to use the urinal, washed his hands, and faked opening and closing the door to leave.
"..."
Then he waited silently. After a few minutes, sounds started from her stall.
"...Ngh..."
A small noise, but it echoed in the quiet bathroom. Taeyang instantly recognized it—Sebin's moan. Masturbating in the men's room without hypnosis? What the hell? The only hypnosis he'd set was for her to follow Yubin and watch sexual relief. No orders like this.
Even so, Taeyang moved. He climbed onto the toilet in the next stall, lowered the lid, and stood on it to peer over. Below, Sebin was fiddling with her nipples while masturbating.
"Haa, ah, ang..."
Every tweak of her nipples made the condom in her hair sway— so erotic. Moaning while nipple-playing was lovable. Taeyang's crotch was already hardening.
"Hng, hngh, uuh..."
Whether from arousal or obliviousness to company, her moans grew more explicit. Taeyang watched quietly, curious about her voluntary masturbation.
"...♡"
Soon, it climaxed. She pressed her nipple hard with her small hand, and like a toy with a switched flipped, her body shuddered as she squirted. Her hiked-up skirt kept it from soaking, but her juices splattered the stall door.
"Hhee, heh, eh..."
Drained, she slumped, head thrown back. Tears glistened in her eyes, drool at her mouth. Still cute. Too pretty, too lovable.
"...Ah?"
Oh, eye contact.
"Hey."
"..."
Her face turning beet red was cute too.