Escape Attempt 1
I'd made such a grand resolution, but in reality, there wasn't much I could actually do. At best, poke a hole in my underwear? Of course, if I just made a plain hole, I'd get treated like some "poor student who has to wear underwear with holes in it," so I figured I should at least cut it into a decent shape.
I grabbed the scissors right away and started snipping away at my panties. With each satisfying snip snip, the plain underwear took on a pretty nice shape.
"All done."
I didn't have any special talent for this, so I kept the shape simple—a basic heart. But that was more than enough. With Lee Sebin's already huge ass and plump pussy mound, even a simple cut created tremendous synergy.
"Mmm..."
Yeah, this wouldn't be embarrassing even if someone saw it. I cut holes in all my other panties the same way and finished up in under thirty minutes. Of course, since I'd kept it simple, they looked a bit sloppy up close. But I could just buy new ones once I got to the countryside—no big deal.
I slipped on one of the pairs I'd taken off to cut. Air definitely circulated better now, with a bit of a breezy chill, but it beat being embarrassed.
I folded the rest neatly and packed them into my suitcase, then turned to my clothes. For the record, I didn't touch the bras. They were tougher to cut than expected, and honestly, there was no reason to show them off anyway. Even if I flashed my bottom every time I greeted someone, my top wasn't going anywhere—total waste of time and effort.
I picked up a random piece of clothing—a long skirt with a pretty decent length. Holding it against my lower half, it looked like it'd cover at least my knees. Sure, it might suit some people, but honestly, not this body. Plus, it'd be inconvenient for greetings if it was that long.
I eyeballed the length and started cutting. Another cheerful snip, and scraps of fabric fluttered to the floor.
I'd cut it without much thought, and it ended up way shorter than expected.
"Too short?"
It looked short at a glance, but when I tried it on, surprisingly, it fit just right. Of course, the overall look was like some slutty club girl, but that's just how this body was—nothing I could do about it. I was satisfied enough.
There wasn't much else to tweak. Unlike the underwear, the clothes were decent overall. I just skipped a few tacky pieces, and everything else packed fine into the suitcase. The uniform... I decided to take it as a souvenir. Even soaked in sweat and love juice, it fit neatly in a ziplock bag.
I tossed in some basic toiletries and makeup, my bankbook, cards, and even a seal stamp I had no idea why I owned, then closed the suitcase.
This should be everything, right?
"Mmm."
But something felt missing. I glanced at the full-length mirror—a woman in a tight t-shirt and a skirt barely covering her thighs stared back. Without the face, no one would guess she was the Lee Sebin from the game. For some reason, my chest swelled with pride. Maybe because I'd properly dressed up a woman who couldn't do much beyond her face.
In this getup, any guy I grabbed would probably say he wanted to use me as a breeding hole right then and there.
Suddenly, I felt something trickling down my thigh. I wiped it with my hand—love juice from my pussy.
Was I turned on by my own reflection? Or by the thought of going out like this and drawing stares? Various hypotheses popped up, but none mattered much. What was clear was that this body was inching closer to a proper female beast.
"Hehe..."
I felt oddly pleased.
Having finished packing, I grabbed my suitcase and headed out. Great that I'd set off so boldly, but one problem: I had no idea where the station was.
I'd never played the game, and in Lee Sebin's memories, she'd always gone by her parents' car—never public transport.
"Eek..."
No choice but to walk and look. It was 4:30 now. Most schools ended 7th period around 4:50, so classes would be wrapping up soon. Jung Taeyang would come out too.
If he saw me like this, he'd obviously hypnotize me again. Game over—straight to the cockhouse ending.
"No way in hell..."
I had zero intention of living as Jung Taeyang's cockhouse. My plan was to become an excellent female beast, devote my life to a huge-dicked stud who made my womb quiver just by looking at him, and live as his flesh toilet.
...Right?
No, that couldn't be. I'm a guy—why would I devote my life to some huge cock? Was this hypnosis too?
"...Nah, no way. Has to be."
I'm not hypnotized. That's just common sense—why had I forgotten? So those thoughts were my true feelings? Well... living like that didn't sound... so bad?
"This is fucking weird."
But it couldn't be hypnosis. Come to think of it, Jung Taeyang was pretty hung. Even if a bit short now, hypnosis could fix that... No, what the hell am I thinking? Table it for later. Priority: find the station.
An hour of wandering later, it was past 5:30—school should've been out. But I still hadn't found the station; I was just waddling around aimlessly.
Small mercy: I'd come far enough not to run into schoolmates.
"Where the hell am I?!"
I'd forgotten one thing: I was a total directionally challenged idiot.
"Holy..."
Last summer, I'd wandered 30 minutes looking for a cafe meetup spot. And yet I'd thought I could find the station alone? Utterly moronic.
I noticed something off soon after. Only three days in this world, but I'd never seen a neighborhood's vibe shift so suddenly after just a short walk. And these big buildings? Not near home.
Somehow, I'd wandered into a bustling downtown area.
"Hmm..."
I couldn't hear comments, but the stares were palpable. Jealousy, lust, contempt. Lust won out by far. Well, I'd dressed for it.
My body heated up. Just imagining being seen pushed my flesh past its limits. Not a full waterfall, but a steady stream flowed.
I rubbed away the constant love juice. It wasn't noticeable yet, but it'd only get worse.
What to do... Honestly, getting lost was partly an excuse. If I really wanted the station, I could've asked someone or searched my phone. Truth was, I loved the stares—kept strutting for more.
But I couldn't keep this up forever. I'd head back once the sun set. I'd said 5 PM earlier, but whatever. Or since I'm here, grab dinner first...
"Maybe a burger."
A burger joint caught my eye. Sounded good after so long—headed that way when suddenly, someone called out.
"Hey there!"
My body froze. Someone had definitely called me—tapped my shoulder even.
But that's the problem. Third day here, and the only person I'd talked to was Jung Taeyang.
If it was him behind me...? I'd be caught, hit with worse hypnosis for sure.
Run? My mind raced: flee now, or resist somehow... Or maybe I was already hypnotized. Why else would he come here?
...Anyway.
I turned slowly. Even those seconds felt eternal—like a year per second.
And what I saw...
"...Huh?"
Two unfamiliar guys.
"Ah, it is you! We meet again?"
Tension released; a sigh escaped. Not Jung Taeyang—thank god.
But who were they, acting like they knew me? I racked my brain, staring at their faces. Kinda familiar. Especially the one with the squinted eyes and thick eyebrows—from yesterday.
"Ah, from the ID photo yesterday..."
"Oh, you remember!"
He lit up before I finished. I'd actually blanked and recalled from his distinctive face, but no need to say that.
I lifted my short skirt in greeting right away.
"Hi...?"
It came out questioning from a sudden wave of shame. Why? I'd cut the panties into a heart—no reason to be embarrassed...?
"Whoa..."
While I puzzled, they gasped in admiration. I had to ask.
"Uh, is something weird...?"
"N-no, it suits you great. Did you do it yourself?"
"Y-yeah..."
Okay, not weird then. This body's just that perfect. Their reaction made sense.
"What brings you here? Oh, no need to lower the skirt."
I dropped it after the greeting; he looked disappointed. Keeping it up while walking would be odd, but no real reason not to, so I hiked it and held.
"Ah, yeah. Was looking for the station, got lost... Thought I'd grab a burger after so long."
Lifting my skirt drew stares from them and passersby—some even snapped photos from afar. Just a normal greeting, but because I'm cute?
Even so, my pussy kept leaking love juice. If anything, it soaked more. Thought about wiping, but too drenched—gave up and chatted.
Small talk: names, ages, jobs. They were office workers nearby, at a big company with great benefits—off at 5:30. Sounded like a game perk, but hey, hypnosis app exists; this was minor.
Age gap wasn't huge: me (Lee Sebin) at 20, them at 26. And shockingly, no mandatory military here! Kinda pissed me off. If I'd possessed a guy, I'd be living the sweet life... Though with this body, prime onahole life was happiest...
"Wanna grab dinner? We'll treat."
"Really? Okay?"
They'd switched to casual naturally. Fine, they were older.
Following them led to a fancy-looking place. Sat down, and yeah—definitely pricey.
"Whoa, eating here for free?"
"Sure, sure. We got money."
"Yeah, loaded."
I gawked around. First time in a spot this ritzy—who knew when I'd get this again? The guys' stock rose in my mind.
"Sebin. Why are you dripping pussy juice everywhere?"
"Huh? Ah..."
Then it hit—the source of that nagging unease. Lifting my skirt was normal, and with panties on, flashing pussy shouldn't embarrass. But earlier shame? My exhibitionism made it wet.
Normal people don't get soaked from greetings—like getting horny in a tank top during summer.
But this body had severe exhibitionism. It leaked from exposure... Like a guy cumming from greeting a girl.
Sudden shame and guilt crashed in. What must they think? And I hadn't even realized something so basic.
"S-sorry, I..."
"No need to apologize. Just curious."
How nice were they? Not a gender-reversed world, but a normal girl suddenly squirting mid-greeting? Guys would be baffled. Yet here they were, comforting me. So kind.
Sure, admitting exhibitionism was embarrassing—baring my sexual quirks to near-strangers. But they were this sweet; why not?
They'd already seen me soaked.
"Don't say if it's hard."
Right as I opened up, he said that. So considerate. But now I had to.
"Actually, I have bad exhibitionism..."
They widened their eyes in surprise.
"So just showing makes you drip like that?"
"Y-yeah..."
Head down in shame, I peeked up. Thick-eyebrows guy looked super aroused. The other... why's his face blurry? Like a game perception-blur item.
"Oh, then..."
"Your food's here."
He started to say something, but perfect timing—the order arrived. Eat first, think later.