A Lap Around the Neighborhood 1
“Ahh...”
I struggled to open my eyes, and the familiar ceiling swam into view. It was my place. I blinked vacantly for a moment, scratched my head, and hauled myself out of bed. A glance at the clock showed 10:25. Blatant oversleeping territory. But it didn't feel like a huge crisis. There was no real reason I had to go to school in the first place, and if it were actually a problem, I'd have snapped awake ages ago thanks to the hypnosis Jung Taeyang had planted in me to prevent tardiness. Looking at it that way, his hypnosis was surprisingly useful sometimes. Like a built-in biological alarm clock. Every day around 7 a.m., my eyes would just pop open—it made me feel oddly proud, like I was living a more disciplined life than I ever had as a guy. Sure, the only thing I did after waking up early was lewd stuff.
“Yawn...”
I let out a big yawn as I slid out of bed. After chugging so much fluid over the past week, my throat felt parched and sore, like it was on fire. I boiled the kettle with the barley tea pitcher inside for a bit, then gulped down the warmed-up tea.
“Ah, this sucks...”
Ever since Jung Taeyang's ridiculous misunderstanding, we'd been fucking like maniacs for a whole week straight. The day we did it in the health room didn't wrap up until evening, and the next day, and the day after that. He'd mutter something about the campus while pounding me all day long. Even after dragging myself home, I'd get horny again, masturbate until dawn, and pass out. It really felt like I'd drained every drop of moisture from my body as love juice. No wonder I felt a little chills creeping in...
“So sleepy...”
My stamina had always been top-notch— no matter how much we went at it, I'd wake up refreshed after sleep. But now, maybe from overdoing it, I felt a bit drained even in the morning. And strangely, my lower half felt sticky and uncomfortable, like something was off. I'd definitely showered before bed last night.
I sat down on a chair and slowly pulled down my pants and panties. What I saw was...
“Blood?”
My brain froze at the sudden red stain. What the hell? My period? But it didn't hurt enough for that. Sure, some people don't get cramps at all, but would it really sneak up on me this quietly without me noticing? I slipped off my panties completely and held them up. The amount was small, but it was definitely blood.
No way—had I gotten poked too hard and torn something inside? A scary thought flashed through my mind, and I checked down there, but my pussy looked pristine, like new.
“Is it really my period...?”
Well, yeah, now that I'm a woman, it could happen. Digging through Lee Sebin's memories, it lined up with her cycle around now. Guess that means I need to buy pads too.
“Haa...”
Pathetically enough, this felt more alien than getting railed and moaning like a slut. Getting fucked felt normal by now, but spotting blood made me feel like a woman in a way that was weirdly off-putting.
“...My body's chilly too. Is this a period symptom?”
I rummaged through Lee Sebin's memories to find where the pads were kept. It was clumsy, but following the recollections, I managed to put one on.
“Haa...”
Reality crashed down hard. Maybe because of the blood, but I wasn't in the mood for anything naughty today. Not that I ever wanted to with this body... but still.
“Sleepy.”
Maybe I'll nap a bit more. Whatever. Period or not, I'll just sleep a little longer.
“Yawn...”
I dove back into bed.
“...”
I woke up again at evening. The red sunset glowed beautifully. The first thing I did after getting up was eat. Should've grabbed something before crashing earlier. Just water on an empty stomach—I'm starving.
“Oh, gotta take my birth control pill too.”
Birth control first. Getting creampied every damn day, if I don't do this, I might actually get knocked up. Honestly, the idea of carrying a new life feels off. Pregnancy's supposed to be the fruit of love between people who care about each other, right?
...Not like I love Jung Taeyang or anything.
“Ahh...”
Annoyingly, just thinking about him heats up my body. Probably some conditioned reflex. Meeting him means instant sex, instant pleasure. Now even thoughts of him get me going.
Don't think about it... I already spotted blood—if I get horny now, it'll suck. Can't use down there, so I'd have to rub my nipples, and if I do that, my whole body might turn into an erogenous zone.
I shook my head to chase the thoughts away. I tore open the birth control pack, popped a pill, and swallowed it. It really prevents pregnancy, right? No twist where it's actually an ovulation inducer and hypnosis makes me think otherwise?
“Nah, it'll be fine...”
I microwaved some convenience store food and plopped on the sofa. Belly full—good. But my body really must be off. Ever since briefly thinking of Jung Taeyang earlier, I've been heating up. No, it's my period. Calm down, you perverted body...
“Haa...”
What to do? At this rate, I might actually go into heat. Back when I was a guy and dying to jerk off, what did I do?
“Exercised, I guess...”
They say for a healthy lifestyle, it's better to work off urges with exercise than daily masturbation. But I did both anyway.
“Ahh...”
Still, exercise beats this. Can't do intense stuff with the blood, but a light lap around the neighborhood might help. Plus, I don't know this town well yet—kill two birds with one stone.
I got up, threw on simple clothes. White blouse, black skirt, thin cardigan. Casual enough.
“...”
Thinking about it now, normally a transmigrated guy would blush and feel embarrassed in this outfit, right? Guess the order got messed up. After days of dick-living, this barely registers as shameful. Where'd my identity go?
“W-whatever. Just go...”
Walk first, think later. I grabbed a mini-bag, stuffed in my phone and wallet, and headed out the front door.
“Haa...”
The scenery was nice. Maybe because it's an ero-game world, but it had this subtly pretty vibe. Plenty of buildings, people around, yet it looked picturesque.
I stepped out of the apartment and started strolling along the road. Thought about trying heels since I dressed up, but nah, too tough—went with comfy sneakers. Heels later, after practice...
Really peaceful. Back as a guy, everyone wore masks over pandemic scares, so seeing this felt refreshing.
I walked slowly, taking in the sights. After a bit, a park straight out of a visual novel appeared. These don't exist in real life. Just buildings, apartments...
Like I was drawn in, I headed toward the park. Okay, but a park like this is cool. Public restrooms like in ero-games, benches, clock tower... Kids playing over there.
So peaceful.
...And on the other side, a blonde-tanned thug hitting on a blue-haired girl.
She didn't seem that opposed, though. Even if she was, I wasn't jumping in to help. Too much hassle. Not a great look, two gold-tans fighting over one girl.
Looking closer, her outfit was bold too. Deep-cropped top, skin-tight hot pants. She's here to pick up guys, obviously. And her body's hot. Not as much as mine, but decent tits, wide hips. Pretty fuckable figure.
I glanced down at my own body.
...Mine's better, right?
“Hmm...”
Now, seeing a hot body doesn't turn me on—it just makes me compare to mine. Realizing that left me dazed. I averted my eyes from the blue-hair and sat on a bench.
Just ignore them...
The bench was clean. I sat ladylike, legs together, hands on knees. Thought about manspreading like a girl would, but nah—that's slutty. Can't help it. My fault for wearing a skirt.
“Feels like less than two weeks...”
By my count, it'd been about 12 days since entering this game. Not even two weeks, and I'd adapted this fast? Why?
As I pondered, the breeze felt nice. I closed my eyes, savoring the fresh wind. Great weather—super refreshing...
How many minutes passed with eyes shut? Suddenly, the breeze stopped.
“Hmm...”
Wind died down? I opened my eyes and looked ahead—three people stood there.
“...?”
Two gold-tans. One blue-haired girl.
“Oh, you're awake?”
“Huh?”
“Wanna hang with us? We need one more.”
“...Huh?”
First time in my life getting hit on by a girl. But with two gold-tans tagging along. Fuck...