episode_0014

I came back home.

“Waaah!!”

He lay down on the floor in an OTL position and roared.

“Are you crazy?”

Under the pretext of treating stage fright.

We ended up having sex on the subway.

I thought this was something you could only see in the countryside.

I, who was a sympathizer just a while ago, am doing something like this.

[Gyarrr!]

[But it wasn’t enough that he hugged the third woman. Subway thug play is pretty high scoring, right?]

[You’ve gotten a whopping 500 harem points!]

“Pick one skill.”

[yes!]

[You have acquired the skill ‘Bath Attendant’.]

I fell to the floor once again.

“I thought it would be okay if some useless skills came out, but this is just too useless.”

It feels like my facial muscles are contracting on their own.

[Status Window]

Name: Kim Hyun-woo

Female Power: 115 (SS+)

Male power: 50(C)

Strength: 43 (C+)

Agility: 70 (B+)

Stamina: 55(B)

Skills: Basketball. Fairy God. Yin-Yang God. Bathing.

Items held: Recovery Scroll. Transparent Pill.

Harem Points Held: None

Still a shitty status screen.

What’s even more scary is that women’s power has increased even more.

[You say your masculinity has also increased?]

Noisy.

[And when you cross-dress, all of your master’s stats are inflated due to the limited effect of the Fairy Goddess’s Power?]

When I was dressed as a woman.

This fucking bitch!

[Woohyo!]

“Oh my. Bath time isn’t even a skill I can use on myself.”

I think it was a good skill for me, even though it was the Yin-Yang Shingong or something.

[Bokju-ri: Thank you, senior! I feel like my condition has gotten a lot better after having sex with you. I think I’ll definitely be able to go on stage properly in this condition!]

[Bokju-ri: Tomorrow, we are planning to busk at the place where our senior busked. Please come and see it!]

“Ugh.”

This time too, it wasn’t my manhood in the end.

But I ended up borrowing the power of a woman in disguise.

[Kim Hyun-woo: Okay. I’ll go see it.]

nevertheless.

It didn’t feel so bad, thinking that maybe it helped someone.

[Just admit that it turned out like this.]

[How about sleeping in women’s clothing even when you’re sleeping? Hehe. Hehehee. (Raising a camera in his hand)]

“Get out.”

[Eek.]

I looked at the wigs standing in the distance.

‘That’s weird! It’s weird for a man to cross-dress! It’s just perverted!’

… … .

“I will live my life as myself.”

I closed my eyes quietly.

* * *

The next day.

I am a member of Bokjuri’s band as a man named ‘Kim Hyun-woo’, not as ‘Kim Hyun-ah’.

After school, I went to the busking venue where there was a performance by A Piece of Cake.

“… … .”

It’s really surprising.

No one, including me, paid any attention to Bokjuri’s band.

This feels a bit disappointing in its own way.

‘Where did all the people who used to gather around when I just dressed up like women go?’

Without even playing the guitar.

I didn’t even sing a song.

There were almost 20 people standing next to me.

Am I that unattractive without cross-dressing?

“Oh my.”

“Wooow! Yay! No one’s watching! Totally free of pressure!”

Meanwhile, Bok Joo-ri, the club president, is actually happier about the fact that no one is looking out for her.

What if a band that brought in an audience likes it when there is no audience?

“There’s one person.”

“? Who are you?”

“… … Hey. You definitely saw me take off my wig yesterday, right? ”

moment.

There was silence for three seconds.

Like Jeon Ara who dropped her drum stick with a thud.

Like Seong Bora who almost dropped the base.

Even Bokjuri, who had completely lost her mind.

Are you that shocked?

“Ugh. Eeee! I got eaten by my senior yesterday… … Ugh.”

“Don’t dare say something like that.”

“But people are less interested in others than you think. Didn’t my senior teach you yesterday?”

“… … .”

I came to take a look just to see if it was okay.

I thought that Bokjuri would be okay.

“Are you nervous?”

“I think it’ll be okay since there’s no audience.”

“What if the audience comes?”

Shudder-.

“Well, I don’t know.”

Bokjuri said.

“But if you think about what happened yesterday… … You shouldn’t be shaken by this, right? What happened yesterday was much more amazing?!”

“… … .”

“More than anything, you came to see me, senior. I don’t want to end it like this. I don’t want to show my pitiful appearance.”

Then Bokjuri bowed her head towards me.

“So. I’ll say thank you in advance.”

“… … .”

Looking at that fortune teller, I felt various emotions.

I regret that I helped you by dressing up as a woman.

And yet, I feel proud that I have been given strength to the point where I receive this much gratitude from someone.

really.

In the end, humans come to know their own worth through others.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oww! Oww! Don’t mess up your hair, senior! You even put on thorough makeup?”

“All I did to help you was give you confidence.”

“… … .”

“So whether you do well as a band depends on your efforts. Do you understand?”

“Ah. Yes… … .”

Bokjuri’s cheeks turned red.

“As expected. Senior… …Would you like to be in a band with us, even if you have to cross-dress?”

“I hate it.”

“I see. Hehe! Hehehe! Then!”

Bokju-ri shook off her regret and shouted.

“Then! If we successfully finish the stage… …then it doesn’t have to be like yesterday. Please give us an award!”

A person who chases after his dream.

A human being who is passionate about something is so beautiful and wonderful.

I said, smiling against my will.

“Yeah.”

“Oops! So we can expect another big, thick stick!”

“If you do the stage properly.”

“I’ll do it! No. I’ll do it!”

I sat down as an audience member at a suitable spot far away while watching Bokjuri cutely talking while holding one arm with the other.

“Let’s set it correctly.”

“Don’t be nervous.”

“No one will be watching anyway. Just relax.”

“Yeah. Fighting! Let’s go! Fire!”

When I look at that sight, I get that kind of thought.

I thought it would be good if I became passionate about something too.

however.

Whenever I start to question why I can be so passionate about something, my chest feels suffocated as if it were being squeezed shut.

‘How long are you going to keep worrying?’

I was already a fourth year university student.

If I had known this would happen, I would have joined the military after finishing my first year of college.

If I had been stuck in the military for two years, wouldn’t I have gotten some clues?

Even though I postponed it and am about to graduate.

I still didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do.

“Ah. Hello! I. We are the popular anime bots these days… Ugh! I bit my tongue.”

“Juri, I told you not to be nervous!”

“Ha. Haha! We’re a piece of cake after school when we came to college and started a band! We prepared hard for today. Everyone, please listen up!”

While I was thinking about this and that.

Before we knew it, Bokjuri’s band was about to start performing.

“Yes. Work hard! Really… …I will work hard!”

I was still shaking.

Was it possible that yesterday wasn’t enough to cure my stage fright?

There was no way that Jeon Ara, the drummer responsible for the start of the band, could not have missed it.

nevertheless.

“Let’s try!”

People who always practice together couldn’t be unaware of each other’s feelings.

“One, two, three… ….”

Knock knock knock-!

Jeon Ara didn’t care and immediately started the music by hitting her drum sticks.

-♪♬♪♬

In an instant, the cheerful sounds of musical instruments begin to echo through the busking street.

It was so crude.

Bokjuri’s hands were still shaking.

The skills I had seen in the video were not showing up at all.

nevertheless.

“Heh.”

She smiled slightly.

He noticed me staring intently and smiled faintly.

From then on.

-The most painful winter, now fly away.

-♪♬♪♬

Bokjuri.

He overcame his biggest slump and problem.

Like the lyrics of a song.

They showed off a beautiful performance like a butterfly fluttering in the air, overcoming the winter.

Looking at that.

What should I say?

I almost shed tears without realizing it.

As expected, people who are passionate about something are incredibly beautiful.

* * *

“Wow. Woofhooo! Look at this. Look at thisoooo… !”

“Jangchung-dong?”

“No. Not that! Woohooo!”

Bokju-ri had been repeating this for the past 10 minutes, looking at the ten-thousand-won bill in her hand.

“It was just a stage to get rid of stage fright. You got ten thousand won? Th. With this, can I buy tang-hoo-ru? Oh. No. It’s not money I earned on my own. Let’s buy ten thousand won worth of French fries and have a soju party together!”

Seeing Bokjuri so excited, Seong Bo-ra and Jeon A-ra, who were standing next to her, smiled warmly and said.

“Congratulations, Juri. You finally won.”

“Congratulations.”

After seeing that, Bok Joo-ri belatedly realized that she had put on a proper performance with the members she had been practicing with, and burst into tears.

“Sob. Sob. I’m sorry for everything. Because of me. Sob. I just waste your time every day. Ugh. I’m so sorry for thinking that… … .”

“You’re an idiot. No one thought of that. It’s not like you’re going to die because you can’t perform.”

“Still, oh, oh, oh… … Sobbing.”

Pat pat-.

“By the way, what really happened?”

“That’s right. Stage fright cured overnight. Is this the first time you’ve heard of something like that?”

I was the only one who flinched at Seong Bo-ra and Jeon A-ra’s questions.

Bokju-ri confidently wiped away her tears and said.

“Ah. It was nothing. I just had sex with my senior on the subway.”

“… … .”

“Huh? Did I just say something I shouldn’t have said?”

“? Wasn’t that a joke?”

“Hey! Do you think I’d joke around with something like this? No, I’m not. I’m telling you to get revenge.”

“Eeee…! You really did it?”

“Yeah! People aren’t as interested in me as I thought.”

Seong Bora was embarrassed.

“No no no no. Isn’t that beyond not caring? No. Rather, were you okay? Weren’t you embarrassed?”

“Hehe. At first, I was really embarrassed, but you know. After a while, all I could think about was how good it felt. It was really… …the best. So much so that I wanted to do it again.”

“… … That’s it?”

“Yeah! But wouldn’t anyone be like that if Senior’s Great Megaton Maximum Stick came in?”

“… … .”

Seong Bo-ra and Jeon A-ra unconsciously swallowed their saliva as they watched Bok-ju-ri confidently raise one arm.

hey.

What name do you give to someone else’s precious thing?

“… … That. That’s about it.”

This is the moment when Seong Bo-ra and Jeon A-ra, who heard Bok-ju-ri’s story, approach me with strange looks.

Knock knock-.

A message flew into my phone.

[Han Chae-yeon: I have a serious favor to ask you. Can we meet up?]

If it had been the same feeling as usual, I might have pretended not to notice.

[Han Chae-yeon: Please, Hyun-woo.]

Me, not Kim Hyun-ah.

When I was called Kim Hyun-woo, I had already decided not to refuse.

“Sorry, my friend called me. I’ll give you the prize later.”

I headed straight to meet Han Chae-yeon.