How Does Brother Namgung Know About the Femboy Vixen...?
After the messy, chaotic friendship gathering finally ended, the next day—a holiday—I opened my eyes alone on the bed on the second floor of the inn.
"Ugh... haah..."
Perhaps it was because of the intense lovemaking after so long. My body felt anything but stiff; my skin was silky smooth, and my entire body felt flexible, as if every muscle and joint had been freshly oiled.
Yet compared to that lightness in my body, my heart felt as though a heavy stone had been laid upon it.
Because of Maeng Harang's scheme I had only been playing at being lovers under the name of "lovers' play," but even an act is still an act of lovers, is it not? Even if it had been under the influence of alcohol, what I had done was clearly cheating—just as that man named Naerip had pointed out. Guilt toward Yuyeon slowly welled up inside me, but there was no way to undo what had already been done.
"Haah... sorry, Yuyeon..."
An apology spoken into empty air had no one to receive it. I rose with my needlessly energetic body, straightened my clothes, and somehow made my way back to the dormitory.
In the dormitory lounge, as always, stood Maeng Harang. He greeted me with his usual smiling face, as if last night's gathering had been completely wiped from his mind.
"Did you have fun last night? The sun's already high in the sky—"
For the record, Maeng Harang's "as if nothing happened" meant teasing others with a little-devil smile.
"Th-that... Harang, the man who went up to the second floor with me... did you see him?"
"Hm—? Ah, that guy with the weird name? Mm— maybe we'll see him again next year? If he's still alive—?"
"Ah, I see..."
So I didn't see a ghost after all...
Fortunately, the man named Naerip with whom I had spent the night had been forcibly dragged away by the person claiming to be his lawful wife, then vanished without a trace as if he had simply evaporated.
"Haah, what a relief..."
With the man himself missing, there was no chance of Yuyeon discovering my cheating. As if reading my thoughts, Maeng Harang smirked in his usual way and teased me.
"You were worried about getting caught for what you did with that hyung on the second floor, huh—? But Han Yuyeon, what can he do about his own bad choice? If he's going to keep such a lewd femboy girlfriend, he should have watched her better—!"
"Ugh..."
Even so, Han Yuyeon and I were dating, for whatever reason.
"Don't feel too guilty. Even if you give your body to someone else, as long as you keep the feeling of being sorry, it's fine—!"
"B-but still, that's like betrayal..."
I tried to push back against Maeng Harang's words, yet my heart—having already committed the act—was already leaning toward rationalizing the mistake. Maeng Harang seemed determined to finish persuading my wavering self.
"Everyone makes mistakes. Even if you make one, if you feel sorry, reflect on it, and don't lose the feeling of liking them, it isn't betrayal, you know—?"
"......"
Whether I was already trying to rationalize after cheating or not, Maeng Harang's words sounded strangely persuasive, sinking roots deep into my heart.
"Well, that's enough for now— Come to think of it, it was just one semi-forced kiss, so we can't even really say we're dating yet."
Before I knew it Maeng Harang was standing right beside me, poking my side with his elbow.
"Anyway, from what I can see, unless Gaeul hyung approaches first, you'll stay stuck in place with Han Yuyeon forever."
"Ugh..."
Frustrating, but I had no comeback.
"Yuyeon is just a quiet kid. We'll get closer from now on..."
"Hmph, is that so? Then... I'll give you seven days. Within that time, whether by mouth, hand, ass, or thighs—whatever—make him cum once."
Maeng Harang now pressed right up against my side and began stroking my thigh.
"Eek... what are you doing...!?"
"If you can't even manage that much with this body, then we should just take it as you having no feelings at all, right? Don't you think—?"
"Eek..."
"Think about it. There are so many guys who throw themselves at you even when you do nothing. Not being able to seduce just one childhood friend doesn't make any sense, does it?"
"Ugh... What if... I don't do it...?"
At my question Maeng Harang squeezed my thigh firmly before answering. The pleasant pressure of his hand—more pleasure than pain—drew a small nasal sound from me as he drove the stake home.
"Isn't it obvious—? Then Han Yuyeon is mine!"
Suddenly saddled with a seven-day deadline mission of "Seduce Han Yuyeon and make him cum!", I prepared as thoroughly as I could from the moment I woke.
"Hoo..."
Performing the daily qi circulation and breathing exercises the instant I rose left my skin beaded with fine sweat, moist as always. My body was warm with rising heat, my cheeks flushed red, and my lower half throbbed... yet the chastity belt kept me from getting hard.
Splash—
Next came washing. Cheonju was rich in water, so being able to bathe every day was a genuine advantage. After a light wash, before putting on underwear, I fitted that... butt plug—the plug.
Squelch—
"Haaah..."
Carefully slipping into upper and lower underwear so the transparent love juices leaking from the chastity belt would not soak them, I then looked into the mirror.
"Ah...!"
The first thing that caught my eye was the clear lipstick mark left on my neck. Fortunately it was covered by the choker, but the sight made me feel even more sorry toward Yuyeon—and at the same time, just as Maeng Harang had said, the fact that I felt this sorry made me wonder if it was somehow all right after all.
"Haah..."
I pushed the tangled mess in my head aside for the moment and carefully chose the clothes I would wear today.
"Mm, since I can refuse lewd clothes like last time... maybe something a little cuter would be better..."
I would not wear anything that bared my navel, but just in case I also put on the navel piercing I rather liked. Finally I went to the vanity that had been waiting since the day I entered the dormitory and applied makeup just enough not to be excessive.
"Hoo, good... Strike while the iron is hot—today I'll seduce Yuyeon...!"
Preparations finished, before heading to school every student of our dormitory—which amounted to only me, Im Seowol, and Maeng Harang—gathered in the lounge for the dormitory rule known as the physical examination.
"Seowol, did you sleep well...?"
Looking at Im Seowol, who seemed to grow strangely more beautiful as his makeup skills improved, I approached as usual to offer a thoughtless morning greeting.
Milk smell...?
The moment I drew near, a sweet, savory scent different from usual wafted over, tickling my nose—already hungry from skipping breakfast.
"Hm...? Seowol, did you eat something...? There's a delicious smell..."
"W-what?! No?! I didn't eat, I didn't eat...!"
When I stepped closer and sniffed, Im Seowol startled, waving his hands and retreating several paces.
"Really? No matter how I look at it, there's a really delicious milk smell..."
"...Uh, maybe the smell of the snack I ate before bed yesterday is lingering. Ah, ahaha..."
While Im Seowol and I talked, Maeng Harang approached and clapped his hands to gather our attention.
Clap clap—
"Alright, before we leave, it's physical examination time again today—! Let's see... Seowol hyung first! Strip down to your underwear!"
Adaptation is a truly terrifying thing. This harsh act called a physical examination, which had once filled me with humiliation, I could now accept with a certain indifference.
Rustle—
First Im Seowol's clothes fell to the floor with the soft sound of fabric. He stood in plain women's underwear, his waist somehow beginning to look more slender, his buttocks and thighs a little large for a man, and...
"......?"
No matter how I looked at Im Seowol in his underwear, something was off. The chest of the smallest size of underwear sold in shops looked tight even from a distance.
Did he gain weight in the meantime...?
Yet I saw Im Seowol in underwear almost every day; it was impossible for him to have put on enough weight in two days for the fabric to strain like that. And if he had gained weight it would have gone to his butt or thighs—not starting from the chest. For a man, that was strange.
"Hm...? No matter how I look, the underwear is small—? Your chest got bigger, huh? Seowol hyung, did you do something fun with the twin sisters?"
As Maeng Harang pressed the question while lightly rubbing Im Seowol's chest, Im Seowol surprisingly began to let out warm, heavy breaths.
"Eek, haah... N-not particularly...?"
On Im Seowol's face—which had grown much cuter of late—shame appeared first, only to be overtaken by an unconcealable ecstasy born of intense pleasure.
"Eek..."
Even to my eyes it looked so good that my own heart pounded. It was a world away from the mix of irritation and contempt Im Seowol had always shown when his body was touched before.
"Is that so...? But no matter how I look... mm-mm— ......"
Maeng Harang took his hand from Im Seowol's chest, muttered to himself for a moment while nodding, then brought his face close to Im Seowol's ear and whispered something.
"Ugh..."
Hearing the whisper, Im Seowol hung his head low and let out a moan. Unconcerned, Maeng Harang approached me.
"Good. Then Gaeul hyung, mm... you dressed cutely today...? Anyway, show me down to your underwear."
"Okay..."
Rustle—
"Ah—! You really went all out—? Planning to conquer with a different feel from usual, is that it?"
Grinning as if he knew everything, Maeng Harang touched my butt to check that I was wearing the plug, then brought his face close to my ear.
"You know the rules, right? Spread your legs. Don't refuse body touching. Lastly, within seven days starting today, do something lewd with Han Yuyeon. If you fail, Han Yuyeon is mine...?"