Ex-Girlfriend's Meteor Fall, and the Second Kiss

"I'm not going. I can't leave noona behind. Take responsibility."

3 a.m. in front of the apartment complex.

The two-meter-tall tanker had passed out and woken up again. He was clinging to the taxi door, growling pathetically.

The driver had gone pale. Terrified, he gripped the steering wheel with trembling hands.

"Haa... Fuck. This is ridiculous."

My life—well, my remaining life—was exhausting. I let out a deep sigh and tapped Taeseok's broad shoulders.

"Hey. Kim Taeseok. Calm down and get out of the taxi for a second."

"N-Noona... You're coming with me, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Get out. And close your eyes. Lower your head toward me."

At my gentle tone, Taeseok's eyes wavered. This naive, horny idiot was probably remembering the "midline kiss" from earlier. His face flushed crimson.

He crawled out of the taxi and stood before me, squeezing his eyes shut. Then he bent his massive frame, puckering his lips like some giant duck waiting for a peck.

Kisses were the source of life. They got the endorphins flowing. But there was a big problem—too many endorphins stressed the body. Especially the brain.

This guy was way too stimulating.

'Ugh, disgusting bastard.'

I didn't hesitate. I gathered a faint aura in my right hand. Even in this glass-cannon body, my former Rank 1 senses worked perfectly. My target was the thick ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠nape of his neck—right on the vital point.

"Kiss my ass. Go to the River of Three Crossings."

Thud—!!

A dull impact rang out. My hand blade slammed into the back of Taeseok's neck. A merciless strike.

"Kuh...!"

He couldn't even finish his dying scream. The giant tanker who had been puckering his lips flipped his eyes back and collapsed onto the asphalt.

That made three knockouts today.

"Driver. Please stuff him in the back seat."

With a grunt, I barely managed to lift ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the sprawled Taeseok, shoved him roughly into the taxi, and handed the driver two crisp 50,000-won bills.

"Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu, Seoul. If he wakes up and starts talking nonsense, just dump him at the nearest police station."

Vroooom—!

The taxi sped off with a thunderous roar, as if escaping hell itself.

'Well, he's a Rank 6 tanker. He'll probably wake up before he even arrives. My hand just hurts now.'

Rubbing my throbbing wrist, I flopped down on the old bench in front of the apartment. The cold dawn air brushed against my bare legs. Taeseok was dealt with, but there was still one person I had to tell about my revival.

With trembling hands, I pulled out my smartphone and dialed the number I had pressed countless times in my past life. It was 3 a.m.—normally she'd be asleep, but she would definitely be awake.

Ring ring— Click.

"...Hello?"

A hoarse, cracked voice came through the receiver. Korea's Rank 3 Archmage, the core DPS of my old party, and... my ex-girlfriend, Yoo Sehee.

"Hey, it's me."

"......Who is this? How did you get this number?"

Her voice was sharp with suspicion. Behind it, I could hear the faint sound of sniffling. She must have been crying alone, believing I had been shattered to pieces during the boss raid.

A pang shot through my chest.

"Sehee. It's Jinho. Kang Jinho."

"...What? Are you joking right now? Who the hell are you?! Jinho oppa... oppa, how...! Sob, hngh..."

Sehee burst into sobs over the phone. It was a natural reaction—her supposedly dead ex-boyfriend had called, but the voice on the other end belonged to a clear, beautiful ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠girl's voice.

'Haa, how do I even explain this? If I say I turned into a girl, she'll think I'm insane.'

"Who are you really... How did you get oppa's phone?!"

"Sehee, calm down and listen. Remember our first date when you got nervous and shot a fireball at my head, burning off my bangs? I said I'd tease you about it for the rest of your life. And how I recorded you snoring in your sleep..."

"......!!"

The crying on the other end stopped abruptly. It was a parade of dark history only the two of us knew—things we'd never tell anyone else.

"...Really, is it you, oppa? Why does your voice sound like that? No, how are you even alive? I—I thought you were really dead..."

"It's a long story, but I'm alive. I'm on the bench in front of our place right now..."

"Don't go anywhere. Just wait. I'm coming right now. Be ready—I'm never letting you out of my sight again."

Click.

The call ended unilaterally. Her voice, gritted with fierce possessiveness, sent a chill down my spine.

'Haa... When she sees this body, she'll probably faint first.'

I sighed deeply and leaned back against the bench. But only a few minutes after the call ended, something happened.

Rumble rumble rumble—!!

A deafening roar tore through the night sky, and something slammed into the asphalt right in front of the bench with a crash! As the dust settled and remnants of blue mana scattered, a figure with burning red hair appeared—Yoo Sehee, the Rank 3 Archmage. She stood there, breathing heavily. She had pushed her flight magic to its absolute limit and literally flown here.

"Haa... haa..."

Sehee's tear-streaked red eyes locked onto me sitting on the bench. I was wearing nothing but an oversized men's shirt, my slender bare legs exposed—an ethereal silver-haired beauty who had zero connection to her former boyfriend Kang Jinho.

"Uh... Sehee. Listen, don't be shocked. My body is kind of..."

"Kang Jinho... Is it really you, oppa...?"

"Y-Yeah. Only the shell changed. Crazy, right? I feel like I'm losing it too—"

Before I could finish, Sehee's tears fell for a moment—then she kicked off the ground and charged at me at insane speed.

Crash—!!

"Hngh...?!"

With a dull scraping sound, my back slammed against the bench. Sehee's hands gripped the bench on either side of me. It was a classic "bench pin." Trapped perfectly between her arms with nowhere to run, I looked up into her eyes. They weren't the wistful gaze of an ex-girlfriend—they burned with obsessive possessiveness.

And the next moment—

Thud—!

"Mmph?! Mmmph...!!"

Her lips crashed into mine with violent force, almost like a headbutt. A true "headbutt kiss." The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as her hot, forceful tongue forced its way past my teeth and completely violated my breath.

This was insane. Absolutely insane. No matter how much of an ex she was, we were both girls now...!

My former Rank 1 macho ego screamed at me to kick her in the solar plexus and escape. But my body was reacting completely differently.

'Haa, ah... Why... why is this happening?'

The moment Sehee's overwhelming mana and fierce charisma pressed down on me, this damn glass-cannon girl's body surrendered helplessly to the power of a superior. Even though we were both women, the "dominant predator" aura she radiated sent a thrilling shiver down my spine—different from when I had yielded to Taeseok's male scent earlier. My waist arched involuntarily against the bench back in a lewd curve. The hands I had raised to push her away trembled and instead clutched desperately at her collar. Under her persistent technique exploring my mouth, my mind went hazy and a suppressed moan escaped.

"Hnn... ngh, S-Sehee... ah..."

Insane. That sultry female voice came out of my mouth? And through the thin shirt, my massive breasts—swollen from the "bountiful" trait—were being squished and rubbed against Sehee's chest in a soft, overwhelming sensation.

My lower abdomen burned with insane heat. My ex-boyfriend's mentality was being torn to shreds while I, a female, melted in pleasure under the overwhelming dominance of my possessive ex-girlfriend. I lay sprawled on the bench, panting heavily.

While the chat window ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠went completely insane, Sehee finally pulled her lips away slowly. Silvery saliva stretched lewdly between our swollen red lips.

"Phew... Hey, Yoo Sehee! Can't you see I'm a girl right now?!"

When I shouted while gasping for breath, Sehee gently stroked my cheek and smiled with obsessive eyes.

"Whether oppa is a man or a woman, or even a monster, it doesn't matter. You came back alive."

"No, but still, two girls doing this is a bit..."

"Stop talking and get up. I'm never letting you go again. I'll tie you to my side even in death."

Sehee lightly ignored my resistance, grabbed my wrist tightly, and walked toward the apartment entrance.

"Hey, hey! Mom and Dad are sleeping!"

"Be quiet. We're going to your room."

In the end, I was dragged along by the Rank 3's strength like a thief cat and had to sneak into my room.

"Go wash up. Or should we shower together?"

"Are you crazy?! I'll wash first, so stay put!"

I fled into the bathroom and took a cold shower. In the mirror, my body was flushed pink all over from just one kiss from Sehee. This was truly maddening.

When I returned to the room wearing my mom's spare pajamas, Sehee—apparently having cleaned herself with magic—was lying seductively on my bed, waiting for me.

"Come here, oppa."

Sehee spread her arms and pulled me into her embrace. On the narrow single bed, my ex-girlfriend and I—now two women—lay together. Her hot body heat and ample breasts pressed tightly against me. Her hand stroking my hair began to slip inside my pajamas.

"S-Sehee, why is your hand going there... Hey!"

"Oppa... No, my Jinho. You smell so good. Your skin is so soft too..."

"Wait! Hey, seriously, mmph...!"

In the dark room, my reason hadn't broken even against boss monsters, but under my ex-girlfriend's persistent touch, it began to melt pathetically.

Would my chastity survive this night?