Chapter 2 : Wiggling their hips as if asking to be devoured

Beep-beep-beep

beep-beep-beep

‘Shhhhhh…!’

I wake up to the sound of the alarm.

With my face buried in my pillow, I fumble for my mobile phone.

Blame.

The damn mobile phone.

I fumbled with the devil’s button and pressed it firmly.

The phone doesn’t scream in satisfaction.

‘Switch it off…’

I turn my head from the pillow, one eye peeking out.

I pick up the phone again and check my watch.

What time is it…

‘You’re too diligent to be up at eight…

It’s been a while since I’ve heard an alarm in the first place.

I didn’t set it…

The original owner of the body must have been diligent.

‘Of course, I’m the master of my body now!’

Actually, I’ve been awake for a long time.

Don’t tell me why, today… Today…! I open my eyes wide with anticipation.

I’ve never been so excited for a day in my life.

Blame- blame- blame- blame

I wake up on the floor, which is even colder in the early morning air.

The only thing that makes it bearable is my already heated body.

What should I do first thing the next morning after being possessed…

‘Hmm, maybe a shower first?’

It was around 8 am.

I got an announcement yesterday, or something like that, and it said, ‘Transfer students need to be here by 10 o’clock.

I’m like, ‘Mm-hmm. Hmmmmm. Hehe…’

As for me taking a shower, because I don’t want to be seem as smelly on the first day.

That’s why I do it, yeah.

Yeah.

‘It’s not for any strange reason…’

I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom yesterday.

I’m going to be touching and rubbing it all over from now on.

I’m going to start at my chest and work my way down to my waist and all the precious places underneath.

And then, suddenly, I’m going to get horny and play with myself…

I opened the washroom door with great anticipation.

Even in my sloppy state, I could see my beauty in the mirror.

I tore off my top.

All that’s left is a pair of panties.

What a naughty girl to wear no bra at home!

She slipped her panties off with a grunt.

‘Wow…’

I didn’t realise it when I touched it, but seeing it with my own eyes made me feel a little excited.

I reached down and touched my crack.

‘Mmm, it’s not wet…’

In erotic cartoons, sticky threads would be dangling from my panties at this point…

I guess not in real life.

I wanted to find out more about the ‘female body’.

Hmmm, hmmm. Firstly, in the shower… Hmph.

I moved slightly to the side and stood in front of the shower.

I turned the tap slightly in the red direction and held it up.

Chaaaaaahhhh.

‘Kyaaaaahhh!’

The cold water pours down on my chest.

I instinctively crossed my arms to protect my chest, but that didn’t stop the water.

I scrambled backwards as if running away from something terrifying.

Shoot!

‘Uhhh… Huh… Ugh…’

As I shivered and caught my breath, warm steam began to emerge from the stream.

‘Nope. Fucking one-room boiler, level. Seriously…!

I put my hand to it and it was moderately warm.

I fiddled with the lever until I found the right temperature.

A stream of warm water pours over my body.

‘Hmm…’

I felt my tense muscles relax.

Stand still for a few seconds and let your body warm up.

After a few moments, the desire that has been diminished begins to rise.

I move my hands to their respective positions.

One on my chest, one on my pussy.

Downwards.

‘Go, go, go…’

I touch my chest with one hand.

With the other hand, I stroke my crack.

I can feel the squishy texture.

It feels too good.

Something about touching my breasts with the warm stream of water, a strange sense of satisfaction fills my head.

‘Mmm…’

What is it about a hand stroking downwards.

It’s like, touching your groin…?

Just, it doesn’t seem like there’s a huge amount of pleasure.

I wonder how many minutes have passed.

The woman’s body was more insensitive than I thought.

No, is something wrong with my body?

Am I doing something wrong?

‘Ugh, it’s just my wrist…’

There’s a bit of a pleasant sensation.

I don’t get any of the cheesy groans I’m used to seeing in manga.

I feel like I need to put something in there.

‘But…

Insertion is a bit scary.

And losing your virginity while masturbating alone.

It’s so miserable…

Tsk.

I put my arm in front of me and stopped the shower water.

Okay, let’s stop masturbating.

I don’t think there’s such a thing as female climax or anything.

Let’s just shower and go to school and think about it…

I squeezed the shampoo out once.

What do you do after you get out of the shower?

Correct, put on your underwear!

I took out a set of underwear from a plastic box that looked like a wardrobe.

It was a pair of plain beige panties and a bra.

I’m good to go.

Putting on the panties was easy.

The problem was the other underwear…

‘How do I put on a bra… Hmmm…’

I googled it and figured it out.

Maybe I’ll get used to it faster than I thought?

That’s me.

Yep.

If I go out in this state, I might get a lot of stares.

I mean, I’m a naughty girl who can’t even wear a T-shirt without showing off the shape of my breasts or the buttons at the end.

I grabbed my bra and looked at the internet, trying to follow along.

‘Ugh, eh… Oh, oh!’

It’s not as hard as I thought, right?

I absentmindedly looked down.

I looked at myself with the bra on and felt, uh…

‘more erotic…’

My well-defined breasts are the centre of attention.

I put my fingers into my cleavage, which is deeper than before.

‘…No!’

I shake my head to clear my mind.

It’s already quite late.

I’m late!

Am I going to be late on my first day?

I grabbed a shirt to cover my sternum.

I felt awkward down there, so I put on a skirt.

‘That’s better. It’s pretty.’

..because in the old days, men wore skirts too.

…

This is far enough inside the defence.

The skirt barely covered my knees.

I try to ignore the stockings in the corner.

The sign of a real woman, those.

‘Hmmmm.’

I pick up the blow-dryer and blow-dried my hair with a whimper.

I’m glad my hair isn’t that long.

Just a short bob that covers one eye.

I wondered if I should expose my forehead, but I felt a strange sense of security when it was covered, so I left it as it was.

I’m fully dressed in my school uniform, completely ignoring my tights.

One last check before leaving.

I wore slippers into the bathroom.

I’m wearing socks, but I don’t want them to get wet.

Hello, me in the mirror.

It’s a typical school uniform.

By the way, the uniform killed my figure.

My boobs make me look puffy, and my waist looks twice as big.

The face is also a face, and the atmosphere is too dark.

This is not what I would say as a former nerd.

You’ve just become a nerdy schoolgirl.

Eh, I don’t know, let’s just go.

I put on my trainers and went outside.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been outside…

If I transfer to a new school, will I be able to keep up with my progress? Now.

‘Yeah, I’ll move up a grade.’

‘Congratulations on escaping last place~.’

‘Profit!’

…I’m standing at the front door of the classroom.

Chung

I was mesmerised by the teacher’s coveted arse.

I’m sure

How can a high school teacher’s body be so erotic…

Drool.

‘Now, now. Quiet, quiet.’

I stare at the receding arse, the din of voices stopped at once.

‘Hayul, come in.’

‘Yes, four!’

Oh, crazy.

I’m not even in heat.

Dodo ran over, conscious of her skirt.

‘There’s a new student in our class, her name is Park Hayul… You’ll hear the rest from her.

Now, Hayul, introduce yourself and let me find you a seat.

Now, introduce yourself…?

‘Uh, uh… the, ah, hello…’

Countless eyes are fixed on me.

They scan me from head to toe.

I’m so unbearably embarrassed that I can’t speak.

Today… my world has fallen apart.

It’s so hard, really.

‘Cute’

Today, Yena found someone quite interesting.

Half-blindfolded, jet-black hair.

Scared green eyes that seem to be saying

‘I’m vulnerable’ or ‘Please eat me’.

If you lower your eyes slightly, you can see a voluptuous chest that looks like it would never starve a child.

‘I’m twenty years old… Yeah, ah, it’s so obvious, haha…’

“Haha…”

Can’t you just say a few words about what you like and be done with it?

I think I’ve found someone I really like.

She wiggles her arse like she wants to be eaten (which she isn’t).

‘Uh, well, anyway… that’s, that’s, that’s…’

She’s now frantic to the point where the word ‘hemming and hawing’ is appropriate.

‘…Do you want to call it a day? Yeah, it’ll be better later, when I get to know my friends.

The teacher felt it too. If I leave it like this, I won’t be able to teach today.

She quickly picks up the cute little creature and squeezes it tightly.

I just want to crush it.

Before I knew it, I was staring at her.

‘Uh…!’

As soon as our eyes meet, one of them scurries away.

I wonder how she plans to live with such a personality.

She puts aside her lustful desires and plays the good schoolgirl.

‘Now, do you see the remaining seat, Yena, you should teach Hayul well?’

‘Of course. Come here. Here.’

Hayul looks at the teacher, then at me.

She looks at you again, then at me, and walks over to the seat next to me with a determined look in her eyes.

‘Hi, I’m Yena. Song Yena.’

I want to eat her right now.

I’m not in control of my emotions.

I’ve never felt like this before.

I’m putting on a good face, just to keep my guard up.

What, did you bite your tongue in surprise because I talked to you?

She used to play with her hands at night, imagining her idealised version of herself,
‘Dya, dya bhutakae…’ (Now, be nice…)

For today, she decided to thank the gods.

‘Yes! Come and sit next to me, we can read together today!’

I reassure her with a beaming smile.

She giggles, giggles, giggles. I’m going to lose my mind. Aah…

For some reason, Yena is starting to look forward to the day.