Ch.107Step Aside, I Have Something for You to Do (9)

“I’m sorry. I think you’ll need to go to a different store. We primarily sell products for growing young female students…”

“I’m a growing student too.”

“O-of course, but I think your growth scale is quite different from other students….”

Looking down at Ban Doyoung’s chest with a gaze that contained both jealousy and apology, the employee’s words left me speechless.

Even with advice from experienced staff who had worked in related stores for a long time, I was informed that quality, well-designed bras in Ban Doyoung’s current size could only be found at specialty stores for adults or through online purchases.

In the end, my shopping trip for new equipment in preparation for the school trip had to be postponed, and I left the store without accomplishing anything.

“We’re planning to look at men’s clothes with Doyoung next, as promised. What do you want to do, Doyoung?”

“I’m not going. As I promised Hamin, I’m pretending not to know anything about this. Since you guys confidently started this whole thing, you need to take responsibility and help Hamin until the end.”

“Of course! I told you from the beginning that we’d return him nicely packaged.”

“Can I really look forward to it?”

“Come on, don’t we know your taste? How long have we been friends!”

“Um… a little over two months, I guess.”

“Wow, Doyoung, that’s harsh. Are you resetting all the time we spent together since you met Hamin? Girls always change once they get a boyfriend. Hyerang also stopped hanging out with us for a while after she got a boyfriend.”

Sahyang pouted, clearly feeling hurt that her friendship had been pushed down in priority below the relationship with Hamin.

There’s no need to feel so disappointed.

Once Hamin officially confesses to Ban Doyoung during the school trip,

she’ll probably return to being the real childhood friend who grew up together from elementary through high school.

Ah, since I’ve been borrowing her body since the high school entrance ceremony,

I guess it would be up to middle school, actually.

“Actually, when I first became interested in Hamin, I was a bit surprised myself!”

“Yeah, me too. He’s completely different from your usual type, and honestly, I thought you were just keeping him around because it was fun to tease him.”

“What do you mean by usual type?”

“Don’t you remember? Until elementary school, you always said you’d only date someone taller than your dad and more handsome than your brother.”

“Why those two as standards?”

“Still… you had pretty high standards, past Ban Doyoung.”

“Why are you pretending not to remember? I thought you were still single because you still held those same standards.”

It was slightly awkward that her criteria for choosing men were all based on blood relatives, but considering they came from a gene pool that produced Ban Doyoung, the world’s most beautiful girl, it was understandable.

The reason Ban Doyoung had firmly maintained her virginity with this appearance and physique must have included those impossibly high standards for men that Sahyang mentioned.

Having grown up seeing a father like Mr. Ban and a brother like Ban Solyoung, most ordinary men must have seemed unremarkable in Ban Doyoung’s eyes.

“After all that careful consideration, your final choice is…”

Sahyang turned her head slightly to look at Hamin, who was organizing the clothes he had tried on in the fitting room.

“Pfft.”

“Huh? What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”

“Yeah, the tint we applied to your lips earlier is smudged. Did it get on your clothes?”

“R-really? Ah… I was trying to be careful not to get it on my face.”

“Ah, wait, Hamin. Don’t do it yourself. Let me help you.”

Hyerang took out a cleansing tissue from her bag and helped clean up the smudged makeup on Hamin’s face as he was organizing his clothes.

Seeing this scene, like a mother soothing a child who had gotten sauce on their face while eating, Sahyang’s lips curled up slightly. I unconsciously frowned at her subtly mocking expression.

“What, does it still look strange to you? Me and Hamin together.”

“…No. It doesn’t look strange. Even if it seemed a bit odd at first, now I know what kind of person Hamin is.”

Sahyang shook her head as she answered.

“You have a better eye for men than I thought, Doyoung? You’ve only had your gym instructor and Solyoung oppa as men in your life. Did you study up after entering high school?”

“The heroine doesn’t need to study such things.”

“Pfft, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“And I don’t have a good eye for men. I have a good eye for people.”

“Come on, you’re overselling yourself. Who else besides Hamin?”

“Who else? You guys, of course.”

“…Huh?”

“Who else would there be besides you all?”

It was something I’d been thinking since shortly after possessing Ban Doyoung’s body.

That she had good friends.

That thanks to those friends, I could enjoy my time here without getting lost in this strange land.

That Ban Doyoung’s eye for people was no less impressive than the great Ban Doyoung herself.

Someday, when I finish “Half of Ban Do” and return to my original world.

If I ever get the chance to meet and talk with the real Ban Doyoung, the original owner of this body,

I’d really like to tell her this.

“Oh, wow… Doyoung just looked kind of cool right now. Like it wasn’t Doyoung speaking but some handsome oppa.”

The more sincere and close the relationship, whether between men or women, the more awkward such words can feel.

I could tell by Sahyang’s reaction as she blushed slightly and shook her head.

“Save the compliments about being cool for now. That Hamin kid is feeling upset because he didn’t get called cool.”

“Hehe, alright. But I really did think you were cool just now. I seriously thought you were like an oppa ten years older than me.”

“Hey now, have you ever seen an oppa walking around with H-sized weapons like these? Every time I walk around downtown, there’s no shortage of old men leering if I don’t mention I’m underage.”

The moment I heard the words “older oppa” slip from Sahyang’s lips,

like a scene from a webtoon or manga, an idea flashed through my mind like an electric current shocking my temples.

Maybe since this was a webtoon world, it really was an electric current going “bzzt.”

“Older oppa… escort…”

“Doyoung? What’s wrong, did something happen?”

“Wait a moment, hold on.”

I paused my conversation with Sahyang and opened my phone to search online shopping sites.

A clear plan of what to buy for the school trip began to form in my mind.

“Hmm… it’s more expensive than I thought. I need to find the right size for me.”

There was a slight issue with the budget, but I could handle it.

Ban Doyoung’s money source hadn’t returned from vacation yet.

I closed the site I was looking at,

and hurriedly sent a private message to Ban Doyoung’s investor.

[Me]

[Oppa]

[Blood Relative 1]

[If it’s about allowance, I can’t give you any]

[Dad said not to lend you money because he’s worried you’ll spend it recklessly from the beginning of the month]

Tsk, from the word “oppa,” he seemed to have immediately figured out why I was messaging him.

[Me]

[Then let’s make a deal instead of allowance]

[Would you buy photos of our homeroom teacher from the school trip?]

[Blood Relative 1]

[I already have photos of Miso noona]

[Me]

[We’re staying at a place like a ryokan]

[You can see her in a yukata]

[Blood Relative 1]

[Make your offer]

[Me]

[10,000 won per photo]

[Deal?]

[Blood Relative 1]

[That’s crazy expensive]

[Deal for now]

[Me]

[Cool transaction thx]

[Minimum 5 photos]

[I’ll send different poses, please pay in advance]

Not long after, a contract payment with the investor’s name and request was deposited into Ban Doyoung’s account.

Though this small-scale investor doesn’t have many assets and might go bankrupt anytime,

well, that’s his personal choice.

“Great, I’ve got all the money. Then I’ll leave Hamin to you! See you tomorrow!”

“D-Doyoung! What are you planning to do?!”

“Male regression!”

“W-what?!”

The plan and budget were roughly in place.

All that remained was persuasion to put it into action.

.

.

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The next day, morning.

Immediately after arriving at school,

I looked for the class president, Ahn Seongkyung.

“Yo, class prez. Good morning.”

“…”

I waved enthusiastically and greeted Ahn Seongkyung as she was climbing the stairs to the first-year corridor,

but she ignored my greeting and turned her head slightly as she passed by me.

“Hey, I said good morning, class prez. Can’t you hear me? Is your mind already in Tokyo? Moshi moshi?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying. Go away.”

Ahn Seongkyung couldn’t turn her gaze toward me,

but I didn’t give up and followed her as she tried to escape from me.

“What’s wrong? I just want to talk. I have something I want to suggest for the school trip event.”

“What is it? Stop clinging to me, it’s disgusting.”

“Come on, I’m clinging because I have something important to say. And what’s wrong with this level of closeness between us? We know everything there is to know about each other. If you don’t talk to me, I’ll have to talk to those kids in the cleaning supply closet over there.”

“Shaaaa! Who are you calling a mop girl?!”

“I didn’t say that yet.”

Though I hadn’t particularly intended to bring that up,

it seemed I had unintentionally touched on Ahn Seongkyung’s sore spot again.

“Damn it, stop it! The school trip thing was agreed upon by all the class presidents, not just me! Coming to me and making a fuss won’t change anything, so why do you keep bothering me?!”

“Okay, calm down. You keep bumping into me. Did your face swell up from studying all night?”

“It’s you who’s gotten bigger!”

Before, our foreheads could touch without our chests making contact.

The growth spurt was truly terrifying.

“So, what suggestion did you want to make? The decision to choose male students has already been made and can’t be changed.”

“Ah, I’m not asking to change the rules. I just want to add something.”

“Add what?”

“A prize for the winner.”

I whispered my idea quietly into Ahn Seongkyung’s ear so only she could hear.

“…Ban Doyoung, are you serious?”

“Nod.”

“What if someone other than Hamin wins?”

“Class prez, you haven’t seen what Hamijeong looks like yet, have you?”

“Well, I haven’t seen him yet…”

“Ta-da★”

I casually showed Ahn Seongkyung a photo I had taken with Hamijeong yesterday.

It was quite impressive to see her eyes bulge out from behind her glasses in real time as she compared the image with Hamin sitting behind us.

“T-this is Hamin…? Really?”

“What do you think? Do you still think someone else could win?”

“…”

“If you understand, please proceed with it as planned.”

“…I’ll bring it up at the next meeting.”

After facing Hamijeong, Ahn Seongkyung didn’t question my proposed plan any further.