Chapter 1 : A lewd spot marked on the chest

Sarak-sarak

“Hehe, uh-hehe…”

I scroll down on my phone.

Well-organized words appear.

In fact, a novel is something that…

Ding-

‘Huh?’

A notification pops up blocking the screen.

Fake

Hypnosis app opened

[[International Call] Your gloomy girl, Park Ha-yul, 20 years old. Right now-]

‘Now even spam for otaku is popping up…’

Lately, I’ve been getting weird spam texts.

I swipe the notification up.

‘I’m reading a novel. Please don’t disturb.’

I scroll down again.

The words re-enter my view.

This warm feeling wrapping around me…

Shaaa-

Hmm, Park Ha-yul.

The name is pretty.

I feel warmer for some reason.

It’s definitely winter though.

‘Did the electric blanket break?’

As I checked the electric blanket controller,

‘Huh, what? Why is it turned off?’

I lost consciousness just like that.

“Ugh!”

It felt like I was pulled out after falling into water.

I was definitely reading a novel, then…

‘Did I just fall asleep while reading?’

Ah-ha.

Nothing happened after all.

I should wake up and read more of the novel.

I stretch my arms and legs up and down.

I stretch even further…!

“Uuuuugh- Chahaah…”

After stretching refreshingly,

I rose from the ‘soft’ floor.

Wait, it’s soft?

‘I usually just sleep with a blanket over the electric mat.’

“Mm. Ah… Ah…?”

Now that I think about it, my voice was strange.

Where did my awesome deep voice go?

Although I’ve never been complimented on my voice.

It’s an unusually high-pitched tone.

I placed my hand on my neck.

‘It’s soft…’

My manly Adam’s apple was gone,

Only soft skin was touched.

There was something in the way.

“Ugh, this. What?”

As I touched my neck,

I felt something soft.

Something was rubbing against my forearm!

‘Oh…’

A soft sensation.

I lowered my hand and touched it!

It felt like squishy sounds were coming from my chest.

“This, this is…”

I’m not a fool.

I’ve read so many novels.

I even supported the author with 10 coins.

I, an avid reader, devoured any novel,

But I never paid attention to TS (Transsexual) novels.

“Eh… Why…! Why…”

Why did I become a woman?

The question was soon covered by other thoughts.

In fact, becoming a woman is important,

But the really important thing is…

“Ugh… Fantasy… Hero… Martial arts, great hero… Ugh…”

Tears came to my eyes.

I swallowed the tears like a man. But they wouldn’t go down.

The world, you’ve made me cry.

“Hehe, huuu…”

Even though I thought of something else, the tears wouldn’t stop…

“Climbing a tower, modern fantasy, cough. Reincarnation…”

What I liked first wasn’t this.

I supported fantasy novels too.

I even wrote a detailed 5700-character review for the author.

“Level up, status screen… Pretty female lead and pure love…!”

A few days ago, I even dreamed of entering a novel.

I’ve been reading novels since I was a beginner.

I even left hateful comments asking for possession.

“Why… why isn’t this a munchkin fantasy?!”

I yelled loudly.

…Touching my chest made me feel slightly better.

I screamed-

I touch my chest.

A strange sense of relief washes over me.

“Th-there…!”

I get angry again.

As I kept getting angrier, my mind started to drift.

I apply more pressure to my hand on my chest.

“Ugh…”

I feel stable again.

After all, the chest is the best…

Though I’d rather touch another woman’s chest first.

Suddenly, a famous quote from the internet came to mind.

“If you sit still, you’ll just get hit by a car…”

Hmm, is that right?

Anyway, anyway.

Even if I scream and make a scene, nothing changes.

Suddenly, the rationality that returned showed me reality.

‘Um… Am I the only one at home?’

Only then do I notice the state of the house.

One door leading to the bathroom.

One door to the front entrance just two steps away.

It’s a cramped studio apartment.

It looks like I live here alone.

I touch the bed with my hand.

I let out an “Aaaah!” and pushed myself up with force.

As soon as I got up, a heavy feeling settled on my shoulders.

It feels like my whole body is saying, “You’ve become a woman.”

I felt a little upset. It’s nice to touch, but it’s a bit heavy.

The reason it’s hard to sit up straight is because of this weight.

“Don’t even have a computer?”

Sitting on the bed, I slowly look around the room.

A sink piled with food containers.

A mountain of ramen bags stacked up.

Why are there so many pots…?

I probably bought a bunch of them because I didn’t want to do the dishes.

Next to them, there’s a washing machine built into the wall.

Right in front, clothes are scattered around.

I can also see a simple design of a bra and panties.

“Ugh…”

Is this… Is this what a woman’s room looks like?

I became depressed and my hand went up to my chest again.

Soft… soft-

“Ha…”

I feel like I’m getting addicted.

The room’s a mess, but the chest is top-notch!

…In adult videos, they say you climax immediately when touched.

But all that comes is a pleasant sense of weakness,

There’s no real excitement.

I continue scanning with my eyes.

Right next to me, the bathroom door catches my eye.

I want to look in a mirror,

But there isn’t a single mirror in this house, how annoying.

‘Maybe there’s a mirror in the bathroom?’

The house is so small, it makes me uneasy.

I step down.

I brace myself for a moment.

Tap- My feet touch the cold floor and I feel the chill.

Ugh. Should’ve turned on the boiler…

The cold floor isn’t actually that unfamiliar.

Since I’ve possessed this body, I’d prefer it if I were born with a silver spoon…

My chest makes my shoulders quite heavy.

I move my feet and head toward the bathroom.

Chop-chop-

In just three steps, I reach the bathroom.

I guess it’s lucky that it’s so close.

Standing in front of the bathroom, I feel a bit of anticipation.

The body I saw earlier when I woke up was more beautiful than any woman’s body I’ve ever seen.

I’ve never stared like this before.

Squeak-

I wish I had possessed a beautiful girl’s body…

“Ah.”

In the mirror, there was a girl gently touching her own chest.

She had black hair and green eyes, an aura of stable beauty.

As I lower my gaze slightly, her large chest catches my eye.

Even the naughty mark faintly visible on her chest.

“She’s pretty…”

As for her body…

“Wow…”

She’s beautiful…

It’s so sad that this is my body.

I grab the side of the top and pull it back.

The top clings to my body, accentuating my figure.

I scan the sexy curve that flows from my chest to my waist and hips with my eyes.

“Hehe…”

Now I feel the absence of something standing tall.

What about my eyes?

Half-hidden by my bangs, my eyes show the world.

The girl in the mirror seems to be staring at me, and I feel slightly excited.

I lightly lower my hand and touch under my eyes.

‘If there’s one flaw…’

It’s the deep dark circles around my eyes?

Maybe because of the dark circles, my beautiful face looks pitiful,

The eyes seem gloomy.

A gloomy, pitiful, beautiful girl…

Gloomy.

Beautiful girl…?

‘Gloomy beautiful girl, Park Ha-yul, 20 years old. Right now-‘

“Ah. That, that was it?”

The memories slowly begin to come back.

No wonder, after seeing the message, I possessed her.

So, the name of this body is Park Ha-yul.

And, and…

Is that it?

If I’d known, I should’ve read the message more carefully.

Is there no other information?

I turn my head and leave the bathroom.

There’s a small desk and a chair.

On the desk, there’s a cellphone.

“This, this is!”

I’ve watched a lot of possession stories.

It’s a cliché that most of the information is on the cellphone, right?

Maybe I can learn about this world’s genre.

My last hope is in this cellphone.

Please, no poor and powerless possession stories!

There’s no lock on the cellphone.

I start flipping through the screen, searching.

A little later, a strange icon appears on the screen.

The app name is…

[Hypnosis App]

That’s it. This is it.

I rummage through the cellphone to gather more information.

It’s clear now. I’ve become Park Ha-yul in another world…

I kind of figured this out already.

Here’s some useful info:

1. I have to transfer to a new school tomorrow.
2. The school I’m transferring to is Seo-A Girls’ High School.
3. It seems I’m an orphan in this world too.

Living as an orphan is familiar, so it’s fine.

I shake my head and clear my thoughts.

“Wait, 20 years old and still in high school…?”

20 years old, 3rd year of high school.

Was I held back a year? I looked it up and it turns out this is how this world works.

I don’t really mind. It’s nice that I wasn’t thrown straight into society!

Anyway,

‘Girls’ high school…’

Going from an all-boys’ middle and high school to a girls’ high school… this is probably a first in the world.

Ah, and possessing someone’s body in the first place is a first too.

What’s a girls’ high school like? Will the pretty girls, like, do this and that to me once I get in?

An irresistible sense of excitement bubbles up.

What’s the main principle of possession stories?

The protagonist, with nothing, gets surrounded by pretty girls for no reason,

And the protagonist, being oblivious or dumb, keeps pushing them away!

‘In the end, in the last chapter, it’s like… Hehehe.’

Of course, that’s what I thought right after the possession.

Is the house too poor, so it’s a tragedy story? Or is there a romance with a guy?

This is exactly why I was rummaging through the cellphone.

Maybe there’s some ‘bonus’ or something hidden here,

Or maybe I’m in some weird novel.

‘Tragedy stories or the ones where the protagonist is abused by a guy always have foreshadowing…’

Looking at the welfare payment documents, I realized I was an orphan.

But there’s no contact from distant relatives trying to take the inheritance.

The money’s run out, and I don’t have to go sell my body.

(The cramped, cold house seems to be just to save money.)

There’s no message from some guy with a profile picture of a blonde, tanned, delinquent-looking guy.

And the most important thing is…

[Hypnosis App]

No matter how many times I check, it’s the same name.

I really don’t want to be in a hypnosis story.

Hypnosis story.

It’s not a genre I really like.

‘Hypnosis? Life would be too easy then…’

Of course, protagonists like that are boring!

It’s only natural that a story like that isn’t fun—

Having a clueless, pretty girl hypnotized to do weird and perverted things…

The plot is weak, and the protagonist is happy for life, but there’s no fun in it.

But…

‘What if that’s my life?’

Hypnotize the delinquent girl I don’t like to make her…

Hypnotize the class president to give me special privileges…

Make the most beautiful girl in the school love only me by hypnotizing her!

“Ha…”

Just thinking about it feels good.

“Heehee~.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

For now, my plan is…

I’ll slowly get close and become friends first…

“Heheh, ughheh.”

I was immersed in happy thoughts before falling asleep, exhausted.