The Cute Bitch and the Princess's Room

The fierce wind that had been whipping past my ears gradually faded, and the sensation of hurtling through the air slowly eased.

Tap.

Soon, the soles of my feet touched a solid, smooth marble floor. Still reeling from the dizzying sense of floating high in the sky, I clung desperately to Sehee's neck and waist, as if they were my lifeline.

"Hnn...!"

"Pfft."

Sehee let out a short laugh at my blatant closeness, her body shielding me from the cold night air. Her hand gently stroked my slender waist, and a playful voice whispered right by my ear.

"What are you doing? We've landed. You can let go now, my cute little bitch."

Smack.

The moment she finished speaking, her hot lips pressed firmly against my cool cheek before pulling away.

...Bitch?!

I told her no dog meat soup. Surely she wasn't planning to eat me like this.

She'd used the word playfully before, back when we were dating. I'd brushed it off as a silly joke then, but now it hit differently. That soft touch on my cheek and the blunt word aimed straight at me struck my eardrums with a painfully clear meaning.

Calling me a "bitch"—the former Rank 1 who once struck terror into countless men and crushed monster skulls left and right. Sehee no longer saw me as her "reliable ex-boyfriend." She was treating me as a fragile, lewd female that needed protecting and controlling.

Most guys would've turned red with shame and thrown a fit. But me?

Whatever. As long as it's fun, who cares.

I made peace with reality in a single second. With stats stuck at 1, I was the weakest of the weak. Clinging to some pathetic pride would just get me killed in this brutal world. If my rich, dependable ex-girlfriend was willing to risk her life for me and call me cute, then what did a stupid title like "bitch" matter? I decided to shamelessly enjoy the fact that this lewd body was now my greatest weapon.

"Mm... My legs just gave out."

I made a nasal sound like my tongue had been cut in half and slowly peeled myself off her.

Before me stood an ultra-luxurious mansion that reminded me of Hannam-dong's UN Village. We passed through a private elevator hall, and the heavy front door clicked open with the sound of the door lock.

"Wow... Your house is still seriously huge and nice."

Brushing off my sweat-dampened body, I naturally stepped through the entrance and into the living room first. One entire wall was glass, offering a stunning night view. The place was spotless and spacious. I immediately wanted to throw myself onto the plush, high-end sofa.

"Huh? Babe, why aren't you coming?"

But the sound of Sehee's footsteps, which I'd expected to follow right behind me, stopped abruptly at the entrance.

I was just turning my head in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠confusion when—

Grab.

"Ah...!"

Sehee's hands came from behind and seized my delicate shoulders. Her grip was strong, like she was tying me down so I couldn't escape. Then her hot forehead pressed heavily against my thin, sweat-slicked back.

In the silence of the living room, her rough, trembling breaths traveled straight down my spine.

The moment those hot tears soaked through my thin dress and touched my skin, I slowly turned to face her. Her eyes were red and swollen, lashes wet. I reached out with my slender white hand and gently stroked her cheek.

"Don't worry, babe. Even though I've... become a woman's body, I'm still right here beside you."

I whispered in a soft, languid, perfectly feminine voice. But hearing my comfort only made Sehee's eyes well up with even deeper loss.

Finally, she poured out the true feelings she'd kept buried deepest.

"But... the reliable man who used to protect me with those broad shoulders and look down at me so kindly... he's gone now."

My heart sank.

Sehee had always been the strong, perfect alpha girl. I'd never seen her break down like this in front of me.

I took a deep breath and decided to set aside both my Rank 1 pride and my male mentality.

"No matter what choice you make, I'll accept it calmly."

I looked up at her with wet, sorrowful eyes.

"Honestly, I'm not sure I can still be the perfect boyfriend like before, not with my body like this."

Sehee bit her lip hard, then pulled me into her arms and pressed me ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tightly against her.

"I won't ask you to go back to being perfect right away. So please... just stay by my side for now."

It was a plea. I silently wrapped my arms around her neck. Beyond our touching chests, I could feel her anxious heartbeat.

It was strange. Holding Sehee as she trembled faintly in my arms stirred an unfamiliar, sticky emotion in my chest. It felt like cradling a wounded child, or some deep, tender affection that even bordered on maternal instinct. She was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠taller and far stronger than me, yet right now she felt endlessly fragile, like she might shatter.

"For now... I still don't really know what this suddenly changed body actually wants."

I patted her back gently and whispered languidly.

"So just give me a little time to think..."

Swish.

Suddenly, Sehee's hand stopped stroking my back and slowly moved upward. Her long, hot fingers gently cupped my chin and carefully lifted my face to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠meet her gaze.

"Ah..."

Sehee's tear-filled eyes, which had been pouring out sorrow just moments ago, now held a blind affection for me and a thick, possessive desire that said she would never let me go.

Her thumb slowly, stickily rubbed my red lips—the same lips that had mixed saliva with another guy in the bathroom stall earlier.

"I won't force you to become completely mine right this second."

Her voice was low and sweet. My stat-1 body, hypersensitive, began to tremble at the way she handled me so preciously, as if I might break.

"But while you're making up your mind..."

Her face drew closer. Our breaths mingled precariously over our lips.

"If I want you, will you come to my side whenever I call?"

My breath caught in my throat.

It wasn't forceful control or a threat. It was a shackle so gentle and sweet that I couldn't possibly refuse.

Inside this massive mansion's private room, my much taller and stronger ex-girlfriend was holding my weak self and begging so desperately. She wanted me to become her personal "cute little bitch" whenever she called.

I swallowed hard. In the face of that overwhelming, sorrowful sensuality, any will to resist had long since melted away.

Like I was under a spell, I slowly nodded while my chin remained trapped in her hot hand.

"......"

That single small nod.

Instantly, the pitiful expression on Sehee's face vanished like a lie. In its place spread a thick, radiant smile, as if she'd seized some massive victory.

Oh no. What did I just do?

A chill ran down my spine from instinctive danger, but the fingers gripping my chin only tightened more gently, more possessively, preventing escape.

"Really? You promised, babe?"

The tearful voice from moments ago was gone. Sehee brought her lips right to my ear and whispered in a languid, dripping-with-mischief tone.

"You've finally become such a small and cute girl, after all."

"H-Huh...?"

"So from now on, I'm going to take my sweet time."

Sehee's gaze slowly traced down from my white nape, following the curves of my sweat-dampened silk dress. Her eyes sparkled dangerously, like a child wondering how to dress up a brand-new luxury doll.

"I'll pour every single new and fun memory a woman can experience into you, from one to ten. You can look forward to it."

I casually froze the chat window, pretending not to notice the constellations spouting nonsense without reading the room.

My breath caught again.

It wasn't a physical threat like "I'm going to pin you down right now." Instead, it was a terrifying declaration that she would perfectly mold, dress, and tame this weak stat-1 body to her exact tastes until I was a woman down to my bones.

Fun memories only women can experience...? What the hell does that even mean...?!

My mind went white. The dignity of the former Rank 1 who once dominated battlefields was completely finished. I had become a perfect life-sized toy fallen into the hands of my rich, obsessive ex-girlfriend.

"For now, just sit on the living room sofa over there. If you stay like that all sweaty, our delicate babe might catch a cold."

Sehee released my chin and stepped back with a bright smile.

After Sehee disappeared into the dressing room humming a tune, I plopped down on the living room sofa.

The spacious house carried a faint, sweet scent typical of "a woman's room." Back when I was her boyfriend, Sehee's fragrance had just been familiar. But now, surrounded by that sweet smell in this fragile body while waiting for pretty clothes, an odd sensation rose in me—like I had become a pampered "princess" receiving the most luxurious treatment. It was a dizzying, fluffy sense of immorality I'd never felt before.

While I was lost in my own thoughts, I heard Sehee's voice from the dressing room.

"I'll find you some thin, breathable, super pretty underwear and a change of clothes first. Don't run away, okay?"