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As I punched in the secret code 1004 on the door lock, the door to my best friend’s house swung open.

Beep-beep-click-

I couldn’t help but smile at the unchanged password that had remained the same for years.

“Hehehe. You still haven’t changed it?”

I was the only one who knew the current code to this house.

It was a bit exhilarating to realize that I knew the code even though his ex-girlfriend didn’t.

Perhaps he saw me as harmless, like oxygen?

Light as air.

Yet, in my life, I always needed you every single day without fail.

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Since childhood, we attended the same kindergarten. ■■■ had a diligent and warm-hearted personality. Whenever we were together, I always felt safe and happy.

Even after graduating from kindergarten.

During lunch breaks and after school, we stuck together like glue, always playing together.

Playing together, understanding each other, helping each other—I thought our relationship was bound by an unbreakable bond of strong camaraderie.

“I, well, actually like you. That’s why I gave you the Pepero… pretending to give them to other kids… I gave it to you… ♡”

Confessions like these were impossible during our school days.

Because that kid always treated me like just another male friend.

“Hey, did you watch the Champions League game yesterday? What? You didn’t watch it? Ah, that’s why we didn’t win. Make sure to watch next time.”

“After school today, want to play League of Legends or PUBG?”

“You know… Seokdu likes you. Don’t like him? Eek! Why do you keep hitting me?! You’ll turn into a powerhouse at this rate.”

Not knowing that I liked her, she introduced me to another guy in the group we met while following her around…?

And then she hit me.

But that statement essentially meant that I didn’t appear as a girl to her, which was equally disheartening.

“I was planning to confess this year…”

Always saying the same thing.

One day, feeling regretful and lingering in my heart.

My best friend started seeing another girl.

Watching them have meals together, spend free time together—it was undeniable that their relationship was evolving beyond friendship.

Finally, when their relationship became official…

I felt a strong urge to curse that girl.

“That wench… because of her, I couldn’t even confess once.”

“Sob, I’ve known him for ten years… and now…”

I heard they recently broke up.

But it’s too late to confess now.

Because my best friend has become a nationally renowned BJ.

And I was just a mere “stewardess.”

First, I entered his house without notice, wondering if it was rude, and called out his name loudly.

My best friend’s name was ‘Protagonist.’

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“Protagonist~!! Are you home by any chance? I came by after a long time and surprised you, right?”

With a fluttering heart, is it okay to show up like this out of the blue?

In the moment of doubt and pounding heart.

“This is strange…?”

My best friend’s house, visited after a long time, was not the same as before.

It was filled with dry dust and a musty smell, as if it had been left vacant for a long time.

Then, as I entered the kitchen!

I was taken aback.

“Eek—!? What… what’s this smell!?”

On the kitchen table, there was a ramen pot that seemed neglected for a month.

And the messy utensils that looked like they hadn’t been cleaned up yet.

To get rid of the pungent smell piercing my nose, I quickly ran to the balcony.

“…Starting with a missing person report.”

Hastily grabbing my phone, as I was about to report the disappearance to the police.

I stumbled upon Protagonist’s smartphone lying on the sofa.

“Uh…? Leaving the phone behind. Where did you go?”

That’s why there might have been no response on the phone.

Hastily, I charged my phone.

After the phone was charged, messages poured in from the newtuber editor, broadcast manager, and all sorts of acquaintances.

At first, I hesitated as it felt like invading someone’s privacy.

But if I didn’t do this, I couldn’t think of any other way to find Ingyi.

And above all,

I had something I was curious about regarding Ingyi.

“Oh, female BJ… BJ companions. Maybe there aren’t any girls trailing after our Ingyi, right?”

Or maybe, are there any BJs that Ingyi is interested in?

Famous BJs often exchange daily KakaoTalk messages with each other.

Watching Ingyi’s broadcasts every day, I could see all the sly tricks of the foxes who kept tailing Ingyi.

I searched through texts and messages all day, trying to find traces of Ingyi’s love life, but I couldn’t find anything at all.

“Well, that’s how it is. Our Ingyi~ revealing girls on the broadcast was all just a concept, huh~? ♡.”

That day, I didn’t know.

Our Ingyi simply lost interest in real-life women.

However,

While searching through Ingyi’s phone,

I saw a familiar app on the home screen.

“Uh, isn’t this Sophia?”

After Choi Asal’s hit,

Sophia grew into a well-known corporation.

So, various novels were uploaded daily.

However,

As a site that advocates for the most liberated writing, many explicit novels were also uploaded.

There were plenty of tentacle and violence-themed stories, as well as debauched tales containing various forms of sexual desires.

Among them, ‘Choi Asal’ belonged to mainstream works, so when Ingyi recommended it, I binge-watched it without hesitation.

But this site had a very interesting feature.

Namely, a favorite works list and preferred taste list.

“Hehe… ♡ Let’s see what Ingyi’s preferences are.”

The first thing I did after opening the app was to check Ingyi’s favorite works list.

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City of Female Domination.

You’re good at visiting adult shops.

Self-proclaimed tentacle collector.

Common violent student-teacher story.

Corruption under the stewardess’s skirt.

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Oh… Oh?!

Just by looking at the top lines of the favorite works, I nodded as if understanding everything.

“So, this is Ingyi’s taste….”

But when I saw the work ‘Corruption under the stewardess’s skirt’,

I paled in shock.

“Heh… ♡ O-our Ingyi. Could it be…?!”

Stewardess fetish?!

In reality, being a stewardess is one of the most preferred professions for men and a dream job for many women.

But I had kept from Ingyi the fact that I had successfully landed a job as a stewardess.

Because I had spent my whole life as an unemployed woman, only going for stewardess interviews.

Now, finally, having passed the final interview and started working just over a month ago.

“In fact, I contacted you to tell you I got the job… Phew. I’m really lucky.”

As long as Ingyi favored the work ‘Corruption under the stewardess’s skirt’,

It was not entirely impossible for us to get together.

So, I left a comment on that work.

ㄴAuthor, rooting for you. Please write more great stories.

However,

Coincidentally, that work was

A previous work by the author of Choi Asal, Seorin 1004.

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“Huh… What’s this?!”

Sitting in a stall in the men’s restroom, just now.

As I was about to bring out my younger sister again to tutor her, Thorso, suddenly, I was startled as I glanced at the notification screen on my smartphone.

“Is this some kind of nonsense…?”

The reason the word ‘nonsense’ involuntarily slipped from my lips is simple.

It’s because the fresh ID that just left a long comment on Seorin1004’s work, well, it wasn’t Im Yuna’s ID, but mine.

“I wonder if Im Yuna infiltrated our house and took my phone…”

Come to think of it, seeing ‘Stewardess, Im Yuna’ was quite strange.

Originally, she had been preparing to become a stewardess, always maintaining a neat short haircut since high school.

Despite facing countless rejections, she would text me lengthy messages every night, asking if she could come over to eat ramen at our place.

She was just an ordinary aspiring stewardess…?

“Oh, damn. No way… She became a st-stewardess? Nah, impossible.”

But then, after being reincarnated into this new world…

For over a month, I hadn’t been able to contact Yuna.

So if, during my time in this world, she managed to pass as a stewardess…

“This is something that should be reincarnated…?”

Ah, quickly.

I wanted to see her complaining about failing because she got stuck helping her male friend and ended up passing as a stewardess.

“Originally… If Yuna, who was an avid reader of this novel like me, were to be reincarnated, I definitely planned to stop her…”

No. As soon as I saw the message hinting at her passing as a stewardess, my thoughts changed immediately.

‘This is what friendship is all about…’

I promptly pressed ‘Yes!’ and reincarnated Im Yuna into the novel.

Now, who will be reincarnated this time? I was truly looking forward to it.

[“Im Yuna”… will be reincarnated.]

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▼ Thanks to my reliable friend, starting tomorrow morning, the protagonist’s childhood friend and female friend, Im Yuna, will not have to struggle with punching in for work but instead will have to punch in for reincarnation in the novel…!