Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Dick. It's Still Attached.
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“Nothing’s really changed...”
The room felt even more spacious than its size suggested, thanks to how sparsely furnished it was.
Sia glanced around the unchanged interior before picking up the smartphone that had been abandoned on the sofa.
The feel of it after three long years even sent a little thrill through her.
She plugged in the charger and checked the date. Roughly a month had passed on Earth since she’d been whisked away to that other world.
As expected, it couldn’t have been any shorter than that.
It was a relief that it hadn’t been years—or jumped to some entirely different era.
As long as it wasn’t some purple-headed bald nuisance moving into her place like in those stories, she was good.
Her phone was flooded with missed calls.
Mostly from the boss at her part-time job and her friends.
Sia fired off an apology text to the manager first, then posted a survival notice in the group chat with her friends.
[??????]
[???? You’re alive?]
[Yu Siwoo, you bastard, where the hell have you been?]
The moment she typed, the chat exploded with messages, scrolling so fast it made her eyes spin.
Skimming the rapid-fire replies, it seemed they’d all assumed she’d gotten caught in a gate and died.
It was a rare accident, but not unheard of, so their reaction made sense.
I did actually get caught in one.
But when Sia casually popped up in the chat like nothing happened, the questions rolled in—like whether she’d gone on some soul-searching trip around exam season.
[Caught in a gate and came back lol]
[Btw I’m a girl now lol]
The chat filled up with question marks again in an instant.
Sia snapped a selfie flashing a V-sign and posted it.
[No way. Got a girlfriend?]
[Siwoo’s hot and all, but not that level.]
[AI fake. Who’d fall for that.]
[Lol almost got me]
[Our friendship means that little? It’s really me.]
The debate dragged on until they agreed to meet up tonight and settle it in person.
It was so sudden that not everyone could make it.
The thought of seeing her friends after so long had her heart pounding with excitement.
“Hmm… but will it be okay?”
Not to brag, but during her time in that other world, she’d hooked up with countless women.
Even she had to admit her old sexual hang-ups had been utterly shattered.
Getting dragged into a gate, thrust into a strange and terrifying other world to fight monsters and demons out of nowhere wasn’t enough—then a curse turned her into a woman on top of it.
To cope with that insane stress, she’d unleashed all the pent-up lust she’d suppressed back when she was a guy.
As a man, women had come seeking the mighty hero’s seed or using kids as leverage to keep her from returning—political bindings she couldn’t escape.
She’d rejected them all with superhuman restraint because of that.
But as a woman, there was no need anymore—and that freedom played its part too.
Either way, she had no intention—or need—to rein in the reins once they were loosened.
Still, thinking about reuniting with her old friends brought up all sorts of worries.
“No need to stress like this over there…”
In that world, she’d been heading back anyway, so she’d slept around without a care—whoever, whatever.
But doing the same on Earth? She might actually get stabbed, like the goddess had joked.
Not that a knife could pierce her skin anymore, but ruined relationships worried her way more than that.
Sia mulled it over for a good while before giving up on thinking altogether.
“Eh, it’ll work itself out.”
She glanced down at her pride and joy—the tool that could satisfy any woman—and let out a small smile.
At the same time, her thoughts drifted back to Amelia, who she’d just been tangled up with moments ago.
Back there, the goddess’s constant chatter had annoyed her sometimes, but now that they wouldn’t see each other for a while, a heavy pang of loneliness hit.
She couldn’t mope forever, though, so she shoved the nagging thoughts into a corner of her mind.
“Alright… what first?”
Returning with the bold mindset of banging anyone she wanted had seemed great at the time.
But with a friends’ meetup already set, casually seducing some random woman wasn’t exactly viable.
If sex was the only fun thing around, maybe—but it wasn’t.
If anything, she had so many things she wanted to do that picking one was the hard part.
Standing blankly in the middle of the room, lost in thought, she suddenly craved all the junk food she hadn’t touched in years.
“Come to think of it, I didn’t even eat while we were screwing.”
Part of that was how mind-blowingly fun sex with Amelia had been—enough to forget hunger.
She wanted to devour not just food, but all the content that had piled up over the month too.
She’d seen plays and magic-based art over there, sure, but nothing beat modern dopamine hits.
Deprived of everything but sex, her body was itching for it all in every way.
“Plenty of time before meeting the crew.”
Sia grabbed her phone again, opened the delivery app, and ordered a barrage of greasy temptations: chicken, pizza, burgers, gopchang.
“Hmm… tteokbokki and mala tang too?”
She didn’t love them as much as the rest, but…
TS national rule foods, gotta do it.
She finished adding those, waited a bit, and the deliveries started arriving one after another.
“Thanks for the grub!”
Her body was slim overall despite the muscle, so it looked like she couldn’t finish it all—but the food vanished into her stomach in no time.
Finish one order, next delivery arrives. Rinse and repeat.
In that blissful cycle, Sia smiled in pure satisfaction.
She polished off the feast while catching up on YouTube backlog, then flicked her fingers to cast a divine magic spell.
Purification.
《Purification》
The delivery containers, greasy with oil and sauce, cleaned themselves in an instant.
It was a spell originally meant to purify evil and filth, but on busy battlefields where there was no time to wash up, she’d always used it like this.
She considered using it on herself too but ended up just dusting the room once before heading to the shower.
Magic could clean her in a flash, but she wanted to savor a modern shower after so long.
“Haa… this is happiness.”
Great sex, stuffed on delivery food, scrubbing down with ice-cold water.
Nothing pumped out dopamine like that.
Pure, top-quality bliss no drug could match.
She dumped cold water from the basin over her head, repeating it several times before finally stepping out of the bathroom.
She slipped on panties from the other world, grabbed some casual clothes from the closet, threw them on, and stood before the mirror.
“Whoa… it really doesn’t show.”
Amelia had mentioned it, but it was wild that not even the outline of this monster was visible.
It’ll show if I get hard, though.
This much camouflage was a huge help already.
The outfit was her old training sweats for workouts.
Everything else was either too tight across the chest or straight-up guy clothes—awkward fit.
“Perfect. Hired.”
Navel peeking out’s a bit bold… but this much skin’s fine.
Sia left the jacket zipper open.
If she were still a guy, maybe not—but now? Totally manageable.
If anything, she kinda wanted to show off.
“Tch… but is this how it always felt?”
The synthetic fabric felt off after so long, so she flapped the hem experimentally.
Quality felt… cheap.
After wearing hero-grade luxury threads that’d make her wince to complain about, her old student-days bargain clothes felt all wrong—made her body tense up for no reason.
Once she was ready and the sun began to set, she headed straight out.
She walked the familiar-yet-unfamiliar streets, hopped a bus to the meetup spot.
Her current body could’ve jogged it in a minute flat, but she was in the mood for a bus ride.
Friday night rush—bus packed to the gills.
This suffocating vibe… kinda nostalgic? Nah.
Even longing wouldn’t make annoyances less annoying, she chuckled to herself.
“…Heh.”
That fleeting smile drew glances from everyone—men and women alike.
Men felt their hearts race alongside a strange sense of defeat at the beauty’s grin; women felt a faint flutter.
Sia brushed off the stares like always, got off the bus, and headed to the shop.
Her friends were already waiting out front of their usual hangout.
“You’re early.”
““……””
The two froze solid the instant they saw her.
Sia gave a small laugh at their reaction and pointed inside the shop.
“Let’s talk in there first. Lingering out here’s bad for business.”
The AI fake-out suspicion had been half a joke, but face-to-face with her, they felt an odd awkwardness mixed with inexplicable heart flutters—words stuck in their throats.
Sleek yet soft features overall; a superior figure that made even innate femininity feel like no match… pretty yet handsome face; secret two-tone blue hair that shifted mysteriously in the light.
Way more overwhelming than the photo.
“Really… Siwoo?”
“Sia now. Girl, remember? So casual speech, casual speech.”
“Voice sounds like Siwoo for sure…”
“…Let’s head in.”
The three settled at a table inside, ordering drinks and grilled pork belly.
“Ahh—this is it. Ate tons of samgyeopsal over there too, but nothing beats a spot like this.”
“So… what exactly happened… happened?”
Doyeon spoke up first, her sharp eyes and wine-red hair giving her a striking vibe.
Beside her, Yura—meek-looking with long black hair—nodded rapidly, urging her on.
“Eh, nothing much. Just like you figured: got caught in a gate, came back.”
“You were inside for a whole month?”
“More like three, four years?”
“That big a difference?”
“Special case for me.”
Most gate victims who survived could return through another gate eventually.
No telling when, though.
Sia had chances to come back midway too.
She’d chosen to stay, that’s all.
So Amelia had to force a gate open to send her home.
“Saw on the news once: longest survivor was gone ten years, came back, then passed from old age soon after.”
“Whoa…”
Sia spun her otherworld tales while savoring the sizzle of grilling meat.
Mixing in old inside jokes only they’d get helped them accept it was her.
But it was too outlandish for civilians to swallow whole, so she filtered out the wilder bits.
“So… call you unnie now?”
“Hey. I ain’t aging up. Only a month passed here, so I’m still twenty.”
“Damn… the guy we roasted as old-man vibes who never cared, now sweating age?”
Story scale aside, she was still their friend—no doubt.
Realizing that thawed their speech quick.
“Ah… that happened too?”
“Yup. Just two months ago for you, and you forgot? Rude.”
“Three years for me.”
“Wanna be treated twenty? Remember the rest too, unnie.”
“Yessum…”
Tasty food and booze melted away the initial awkwardness fast.
Like three years ago—like one month ago.
“So you’re an Awakener now too?”
“Kinda different… but yeah, that’s the label. Returnee status means hitting the Awakener Management Bureau too.”
“Half of us are Awakeners now.”
“How’s Jiyu? She joined a guild, right?”
“Guild master’s daughter, but they worked her hard—no favors. Super busy lately. Barely shows in chat.”
“She needs to take care.”
“More than her, you do. Her gigs are safe even if grindy…”
Sia skipped the hero bit on purpose.
Over there, ‘Hero’ was a big deal—but here? ‘What’s that, weeb?’ bait.
Unaware of her power, her friends started fretting for real.
The unfamiliar warmth of it brought a soft smile to Sia’s face.
“I could drink more. You?”
“Still…? Didn’t you demolish delivery earlier…?”
“Girl now, and your stomach grew with the tits and ass…”
Buzz kicking in—their tongues loosened bit by bit.
With it, the last traces of hesitation vanished—they treated her like old times.
Back to casual sex jokes, no biggie.
“But our Sia—what a shame.”
“Huh? What?”
“Never got to use the dick as a guy before turning girl.”
“Hey, hey.”
Doyeon smacked Yura’s arm at the out-of-nowhere line.
They’d teased each other as solo artists or dropped sex jokes plenty, but this crossed into no-go territory.
Even if Sia seemed thrilled to be a woman, that was separate.
Doyeon quickly checked Sia’s reaction.
Thankfully, she didn’t look pissed.
As she inwardly sighed in relief, Sia smirked and pointed below her waist with a finger.
“It’s there?”
“Dick. Still attached.”