3000x Sensitivity
"Holy shit. I came so hard."
Those were the first words out of my mouth when I came to — crude, undignified, and painfully accurate. And for good reason. From the wallpaper above the bed to the sheets, the blanket, and all the way down around my thighs, the wreckage of what I'd just unleashed was still sitting there, vivid and unapologetic.
"Ah... hah..."
My hands and feet wouldn't stop shaking. My back kept trying to arch on its own, and a residual current still crackled across the tops of my feet like static. My body hadn't shaken off the aftershocks of pleasure yet — it trembled of its own accord, completely beyond my control.
That's right. As pathetic as it sounds, I had just passed out mid-masturbation, and I was only now coming back to my senses.
"I'm losing my mind..."
I covered my face with both trembling hands.
"Hahh... hahh... huu..."
A dazed breath slipped out of me on its own. I exhaled it long and slow, and tried to get my thoughts in order.
Here's the short version.
I opened my eyes and I was an insanely beautiful woman. I got turned on looking at my own body, touched myself a few times, and the pleasure was so overwhelming I rolled my eyes back and blacked out on the spot.
"I didn't even put anything in..."
Seriously, this was unfair. I'd just been trying to check. I hadn't set out to enjoy myself. This was a strange new body, so I figured I'd do a little health-and-PE review — and that's how this catastrophe happened.
Was this body's sensitivity just off the charts?
I carefully lowered my hands and looked down at myself. Long, slender limbs. Skin so impossibly soft it defied reason. A voluptuous chest and hips. No matter how many times I looked, this was not my body.
As of this morning, I had been an ordinary man. Unless I'd gone insane... at least, that's what my memories said. The last thing I remembered was lying in bed after work, reading a gender-swap web novel, and falling asleep.
Which meant there were roughly three possibilities. Either I'd woken up to find my own body transformed into a woman's, or I'd possessed the body of some blonde beauty living who-knows-where, or I'd dropped into a world similar to the web novel I'd been reading.
"...I can't believe I'm actually categorizing this."
I'd read this scene a hundred times in novels. The protagonist looks in the mirror and freaks out, touches their body and freaks out, tries to figure out if it's a dream or reality. Now that it was happening to me, none of that reading experience helped even a little.
It was too vivid to be a dream. The fact that I still couldn't put any real strength into my legs was proof enough of that. In the end, only one thing was certain: this body was not the Park Seungri I knew.
I'd opened my eyes in a strange room, in a strange body. At first I thought it was a dream. Reaching out to check, now that things had come to this — that, I honestly think, was within the bounds of understandable human behavior.
"This isn't my fault. It's a classic cliché."
I collapsed back onto the bed and muttered it at the ceiling. I meant it. A guy who'd never even held a girl's hand in his entire life wakes up one morning in a body that could pass for a top-tier camgirl — how was he supposed to just sit there? Anyone would be curious. Honestly, not touching would have been weirder.
The problem was that the hand that was only supposed to check wouldn't stop. And the even bigger problem was that the pleasure had been way too intense.
I swallowed dryly. Just recalling the sensation sent a faint current sliding down my spine.
They say a woman's orgasm is different from a man's. Turns out that was true. No — "different" didn't even begin to cover it. If a man's orgasm was like clicking a single button, this was closer to someone stirring your brain with a spoon. My mind went white, my breathing tangled itself into knots, the strength drained from my muscles... and then my body just started pulsing, pulsing, completely regardless of my will...
...Hah. Let's forget what came after. More precisely, not remembering would be better for my mental health.
"Anyway, this is dangerous."
I muttered it under my breath. It had felt good — that much was true. Insanely good. Which is exactly why it was dangerous. Really, genuinely dangerous. I didn't have any power of foresight, but I could see the future with perfect clarity: do this once, twice, and I'd skip meals and spend the entire day doing nothing else. I'd never managed to quit jerking off even as a man. I was a pathetic human being. Which meant I had to stop. Right now.
"Water first."
My throat was parched — probably from soaking the wallpaper and the blankets so thoroughly.
"Ugh, dammit."
The moment I tried to get out of bed, my legs buckled. I barely caught myself against the wall. There was no real strength in them at all. Dragging those still-trembling legs, I managed to make it to the kitchen.
A two-room apartment, bedroom separate from the living room. The city's nightscape sprawled beyond the living room's wide windows, but none of it registered. A tingling aftershock of pleasure kept climbing from my lower abdomen up my spine, and I had to concentrate just to keep from falling over.
"Hweh..."
I didn't bother suppressing the weird sound rising from my gut. Making noise felt like the only way to keep a grip on my sanity.
I opened the fridge and downed a bottle of cold water in one go. The chill sliding down my throat finally cleared my head a little. I gripped the edge of the sink and caught my ragged breath.
Okay. Calm down. Count some primes, and starting now, lay down some rules.
First: no masturbating. Second: no touching erogenous zones. Third: no going outside until I figure out who this body belongs to.
"That should keep me out of danger, at least for—"
I muttered it as I turned my head — and my eyes met a small mirror hanging on the kitchen wall.
"..."
It happened at such an unexpected moment that I could only stand there, water bottle in hand, staring blankly at the face in the glass.
Bright blonde hair. Golden eyes. A sharp, striking gaze. A clean, sharply defined nose. Smooth, supple tanned skin. The woman in the mirror was impossibly beautiful.
But something had completely ruined that gorgeous face.
A dark, dried stain under her nose.
"...You've got to be kidding me."
It was a dried nosebleed. I'd been so out of it I hadn't even noticed. My hair was a mess, my eyes were bloodshot, my pupils were blown wide... I looked like someone high off their ass.
"What the hell. Why did I even get a nosebleed?"
Was it from just now? Because the pleasure was too intense? Or a side effect of the body swap? No — I'd been fine when I first woke up in this body. This wreck of a face only happened after I passed out masturbating and came to. So it really was... from that one time?
"Does that even make sense...?"
The orgasm was so strong it gave me a nosebleed, dilated my pupils, and burst the vessels in my eyes... that's what happened?
I stared blankly at the wreck in the mirror. No matter how I looked at it, this wasn't normal. Were women's bodies just like this? Or was this particular body especially messed up?
This is insane.
I don't want to die. More precisely, I don't want to lose my will like this. A little bit of playing around with my hands and I ended up like this. So what happens if something actually goes in properly?
A trickle.
"Fuck, what."
I reflexively clenched my slack thighs. Did my body just react from thinking about it?
"I'm so fucked."
Cold sweat beaded on the back of my neck. This was not okay. Really not okay. What do they call this again? A glass pussy? A third-rate pussy? Whether the sensitivity was off the charts, or it was just born weak, or this was a side effect of the body change — whatever the reason, I now understood that my pussy was ridiculously fragile.
I'd ended up like this from a rough, clumsy touch. What if someone actually set out to wreck me? And what if it wasn't me in control — what if someone else had the reins?
A trickle.
"..."
I wiped the slickness from between my legs and forced the imagination to stop. If I kept going it would be dangerous...! I'd lose myself and become a slave to my own pussy. Never. Never. Never...
But... it had felt good...
No. No, no, no. If I keep going it's actually dangerous!
People don't only die from getting stabbed or hit by a car. The moment you can no longer control yourself by your own will — that's as good as being dead even if you're still breathing. I'm not talking about some grand concept like free will. I'm talking about jerking off or having sex until you starve to death. With my pathetic willpower, that was entirely possible.
I don't want to die.
"Get a grip, Park Seungri."
I will not fall. I slapped my own cheeks with both hands to snap myself out of it, then checked the face in the mirror one more time.
"I may be an idiot, but I'm not the kind of idiot who immediately repeats the same idiotic mistake... probably."
Good. My mind was still intact, at least.
"Shower. Get dressed. Check the phone."
I folded my fingers one by one as I spoke.
"Then ID. Address. Contacts. Internet. News. Police... on hold."
The police were a gray area. I used to be a man, and when I opened my eyes I was a blonde, golden-eyed beauty. Who was going to believe that?
I nodded. Having a plan made me feel a little more alive.
That's when a vibration sounded from the other room.
Bzzzz.
On the smartphone sitting on the living room side table, a single notification was displayed.
I narrowed my eyes.
"...The Korea Awakened Association?"
Two things were immediately clear. First, Choi Hyejeong was very likely this body's real name. Second, an organization called the Korea Awakened Association existed, and an aptitude test was scheduled for tomorrow.
Awakened, huh. For someone who'd spent years reading web novels, that was an all-too-familiar word.
I looked down at the notification again. Waking up in the body of a blonde beauty was something I could force myself to accept. But Awakened, on top of that?
"Wait a second."
Then this might not be as simple as me turning into a woman. This might be a different world from the one I knew. A world where Awakened — the kind I'd only ever seen in web novels — actually existed... and this body just happened to have an aptitude test scheduled for tomorrow.
"Don't tell me."
So I gender-swapped and now I'm becoming an Awakened too? Maybe the world I'd possessed was one of those web novel worlds I knew so well, or something close to it. At the very least, it didn't seem like I'd landed in an ordinary person's body.
Speculation could wait. The first thing I needed to confirm was who Choi Hyejeong actually was.
I picked up the phone to find out what kind of person this body's original owner had been.