The Leggings Girl
When I was in high school back then, I was quite twisted.
It couldn't be helped, since my days were too boring.
A few hours of sketching and rough drafts repeated every day... and after that, looking at shapes to grasp the sense of proportion.
I spent hours doing that with the goal of improving my skills, but it didn't seem like my skills were actually getting better.
The guys next to me seemed to be advancing much further than me, so my mood was only getting worse.
And repeating the daily routine in that kind of feeling... it was an environment sufficient to twist some part of my personality.
I could say stress was piling up.
So, at that time, I often thought this.
Why am I putting in so much effort, but he's better than me?
Clearly practicing the same, why isn't his skill improving as much as mine?
Thinking about it now, it's a pretty lame jealousy, but anyway, back then I was like that.
I needed a place to relieve stress.
And ironically, my stress relief method was drawing 'cruel pictures'.
I didn't particularly like grotesque things, nor was I thinking of becoming some profound artist by drawing them.
Still, the reason I drew those pictures... it was simple.
Because I had a mischievous streak inside me.
I drew those cruel pictures to show them to others.
Huh? Why isn't that guy drawing well?
Huh? That guy doesn't get tired even though he draws all day?
...Huh...? I'm pissed?
...Surprisingly, at that time I went through this thought circuit, and if I went through this thought circuit, I would draw those kinds of pictures.
I wanted the other person to feel a bit annoyed too.
'Aah! My eyes!'
'This bastard fuck! Please look at it alone!'
'Hahaha.'
At that time, the kids' reactions were really fun.
Were those guys who posted hate images in the early morning secretly feeling this way? The more the other person felt like shit, the better my mood got.
Happiness is like water in a beaker; to fill it to the brim, you need to steal the other person's emotions.
So, in high school, I drew cruel pictures often.
Even if I didn't show them, when stress piled up, drawing weird pictures became my hobby.
And if the skill in that genre improved, I could show even more disgusting pictures.
And that accumulated skill is still here now.
"Surprisingly, I didn't think this would be helpful."
Thanks to this, I can say it confidently now.
There was no one who could express cross-sections better than me.
There was no one more knowledgeable about blood fluid dynamics than me!
"Satisfied."
It has been 5 days since I changed my nickname to 'Hala'.
During this time, the community was in chaos.
Because someone posted my pictures in the early morning gallery. Due to that indiscriminate bombing, countless people got hit, and because of people coming from the address, my Paxiv comments were in ruins.
The terrorist was me. To draw more people in.
Of course, if you attach tags, you don't need to do bombing terror to get high views.
I didn't need to bring it to BC and eat this much shit.
But even so, the reason I did bombing promotion...
'Need to see the reactions.'
Simple. There was no place that evaluated directly like that.
No matter how much 'Lee Se-won's' memory there was, he wouldn't be able to adapt to the reverse world immediately. Clearly there would be differences in some minor parts.
I had to figure out that gap. By knowing that gap, I could read the consumer layer's demand.
In that sense, it's gore yaoi.
There was no taste that divided likes and dislikes more than this, so it seemed easy to figure out the gap.
Look, even now the likes and dislikes are fiercely dividing in the comment section.
The train announcement echoed through the station: "This train is the ○○○ line. Please get off at the right door -"
While thinking that, zoning out, before I knew it, I arrived at the destination station. I got off the subway with heavy footsteps.
Now, I'm going to university.
A sigh naturally comes out.
"Haa..."
I don't want to go.
I don't know what the hell the class is about, and waking up in the morning was too tiring from the beginning.
And since I don't know any of the bastards, I was too embarrassed alone.
Especially during break time! While other kids were chatting and joking, I was just fiddling with my phone.
It made me look conspicuous.
"Really, I want to drop out."
Still, what can I do. Since I paid the money, I have to go.
Today's class is Microeconomics and Economic Statistics.
Both are just classes I don't understand what they're talking about.
The only saving grace is that other kids don't seem to understand as much as me.
Since it's not a particularly good university, the ones who study and those who don't study were clearly divided.
Thanks to that, if I just memorize, I could probably get average grades.
"No! You should have kept the one-deal on that part yesterday!"
"The opponent didn't even know what a spoon was and was doing front rolls, and you didn't tolerate it? I'm not the type to tolerate it."
"Enough, you bastard. Today's drinks, you buy them."
When I entered the classroom, like usual, the back row girls were talking about 5:5 internal war.
Listening to the story, it seemed they lost to the PE department kids again.
'Those guys are always doing internal war.'
While thinking that, I quietly sat in my seat.
By chance, the remaining seat was only near their place, so I had no choice but to sit nearby.
As soon as I sat, I checked my phone.
Current time is 8:43.
It was still early for the professor to come in.
I decided to check my pictures again during this spare time. A small joy of daily life.
Seeing that views occasionally increase, I felt good for no reason.
But first, since it's school, I reduced the brightness as much as possible.
It was obvious that if others saw it, they'd be in trouble.
I reduced the brightness so others couldn't see my phone.
A male college student checking yaoi at school in the morning... isn't this also a pretty turn-on point.
While having these trivial thoughts, I entered Paxiv.
And at the moment I was checking the views...
KRRRAAAAAANG!!!!!!
Suddenly the door opened and a woman entered.
A woman with long black hair that seemed to have a blue tint, wearing a blue baseball cap. Even though the cap covered part of her face, her slender face shape told that she was pretty.
"Guys! Have you prepared the drinks for the seniors?"
And that woman walked to the back seat.
It was the seat where the female college students who were talking about rolls until now were.
I couldn't take my eyes off that woman even at that time.
To be honest, it was because of her figure.
'......Wow.'
Appropriately large breasts without being excessive, a narrow waist, and even the hips that continued like a bottle there.
Overall, it seemed like a slender figure, but a woman who had everything.
It was to the point where I thought she might be a model.
"Ao, open the door a bit gently."
"Hehe, rather than that, the drinks. I decided to bring them for everyone's place too."
I couldn't take my eyes off.
No, why am I like this... is it because I haven't been able to watch yaodong lately.
My body was refusing to turn its eyes to the unexpected stimulus.
Especially that Adidas leggings... coming to school wearing leggings?
Is this possible? Is this really the reverse gender world?
The thin nylon leggings tightly stuck to the hips and was blatantly emphasizing the already good figure.
"...Huh?"
Finally, she noticed my gaze and turned her head.
Only then could I finally turn my gaze.
Insanely huge mass. I thought it was a black hole.
'Did I get caught...?'
Honestly, I was staring too blatantly.
No matter the reverse gender world, a gaze mixed with desire was something to be avoided being caught. I wished she would quietly pass by.
"...?"
Fortunately, she didn't notice and stared at me for a moment before turning her head.
"Hey, hurry up with the drinks. Let's go buy them now."
"Ah, okay bro. Going."
They went out of the lecture room leisurely like that.
I exhaled a sigh of relief.
'I didn't get caught.'
At that time, I didn't know how I would get entangled with her.