episode_0001

“Sigh…. Oh, dinner?”

Jammin, who had been banging on the door in the afternoon without any courtesy, seemed to have fallen asleep while ignoring the YouTuber.

So far, there were three more guys like him.

Two left quickly after a loud argument with the landlord and neighbors, and the remaining one resisted until the police arrived and finally left tail between legs.

This time probably wouldn’t be much different.

“I should properly thank the neighbors tomorrow.”

Gurgle

Come to think of it, despite having groceries ready, I still hadn’t eaten anything.

Tick tick tick tick

Whoosh

Bubble bubble

In the dark and silent one-room apartment, only the sound of boiling ramen echoed.

My parents are far away. But I haven’t informed them of my current situation yet.

What if I tell my parents that I’ve turned into a woman?

Would they pat me on the back? Or would they deny me, saying I’m not their son?

There are too many cases to make a guess.

But when one’s appearance has completely changed like mine, the latter case is said to be more common, making me hesitate to contact them.

At most, I’ve contacted a few close friends?

Fortunately, proving that I am Minhu was easily done.

Lost in various thoughts, before I knew it, the ramen was ready, and feeling quite hungry, I devoured it in 3 minutes and then lay down staring blankly at the ceiling.

“How will I live in this body? It’s so pretty, should I become a model? No, as long as I’m not insulted or mistreated for being different, just going back to work normally…”

Unrealistic.

Have you already forgotten the day you went to work the next day? Weren’t there all sorts of sexual harassment incidents, even someone trying to cross the line within just one day!

Although the company gave some severance pay and hush money, the underlying message was to take it and leave.

I tried various things to shake off the forced gloom, but instead, they started to engrave themselves more vividly in my mind.

In the end, all that’s left is escapism.

Turning on the computer and playing the usual FPS game for about an hour.

Ping ping ping ping ping

Boom boom boom boom boom

The ally has taken a hostage.

“No! Fuse, you idiot! You said it was a mistake! Then why did you use your special ability!”

-???

-Are you a girl?

-Oh, your voice

Oops.

Due to my habit of shouting into the microphone when angry instead of using chat, I accidentally caused an incident.

With only four people in the small chat window besides myself, it felt like ten people were asking questions simultaneously.

Startled by this sight, I hastily pressed Alt and F4 repeatedly to exit the game.

Once again, left with nothing to do.

Usually, when games don’t work at times like this…

“Masturbation is the only option… But with this body?”

I never really knew the right way to do it.

But aren’t humans capable beings?

Aren’t we primates with the best brains on Earth? If we don’t know how, we can learn.

So, all that’s left is to decide.

“Let go of male pride… for now.”

Hasn’t someone said that if you don’t get caught, you’re innocent?

It’s obvious, but women have sexual desires too.

In other words, Minhu now also has sexual desires and the strange sense of modesty about masturbating with a female body fueled those desires.

I may be a man, but there are plenty of guys out there doing all sorts of things on the ground or in the stars, so this is nothing.

Click clack

As the computer screen quickly transitioned through several screens, it eventually displayed a screen with a few videos and texts, and the red eyes absorbed every bit of knowledge in front of them.

“So, gently stroke the chest as if sweeping down… In essence, slowly but with just the right amount of pressure, right?”

Swoosh

Disrobing a large white T-shirt that didn’t quite fit his physique, in a dim room illuminated solely by the glow of a computer screen, Minho’s skin seemed to radiate as he revealed his slender waist and, in stark contrast, his ample chest adorned with two pink peaks asserting their presence vigorously.

Sararak

Next up: everyday underwear.

His oversized hips, unlike when he was a man, slightly felt constricted as he pulled down his undergarments.

Thump thump thump

Upon being completely naked, his heart began to race, blood pumping faster, involuntarily tensing up.

“Phew….”

Attempting to calm his racing heart with deep breaths seemed futile now that he was about to masturbate. He decided to let it be, questioning the point of calming his heart down when he was about to engage in self-pleasure.

Lastly, the most crucial side dish.

As this marked Minho’s first time masturbating as a woman, he decided to retrieve his most cherished game from his collection, which he had been maintaining for years.

Click.

Upon launching the game, various genres filled with explicit content flashed on the screen, some so obscene that an average person might have recoiled.

Minho’s reaction upon revisiting such lewd content within a week was,

“My body may have changed… but my tastes remain the same?”

Relieved, he clicked.

Click clack

With a newfound sense of comfort, he pressed the continue button and headed straight to the recollection room.

There was no hesitation in his movements.

At the far end of the recollection room, Minho laid his hand on the tragic bed ending where the heroine met her demise.

Setting the dialogue to auto-scroll, he plugged in his headset to prevent any sound leakage.

“Ah… ohhh… Please, quickly turn me into a specter!”

Uttering lines pushing the boundaries of obscenity, he gradually geared up to immerse himself in the character surrounded by tentacles, appearing blissful.

Immerse in the character? That’s fine, but in games like these with a female protagonist, the goal is appreciation, not immersion.

Guiding his left hand from the outside of his right breast towards his lower abdomen, gently pressing between his breasts, Minho slowly moved downwards.

His touch, akin to caressing a newborn, glided from his armpits down the line between his breasts, heading towards the pink peak at the end of the hill.

His touch, devoid of hiding lustful desires, was filled with crude intentions, occasionally teasing with mischievous intent upon reaching his destination.

Using his index and middle fingers to explore the source of desire, he pressed and prodded, inching towards the most secretive sanctuary in this world.

In his ears, lascivious moans, skin-on-skin sounds, and top-tier voice actors giving their all in simulated ecstasy provided an ample seasoning.

How much time had passed? Or was it just seconds?

It didn’t matter.

The repeated actions were yielding changes in his body.

Breathing quickened, body temperature rose, the heightened sensitivity of his skin and nerve endings from his touch felt more like pleasurable shivers than pain.

Vision blurred, sounds muffled as if underwater, each exhale accompanied by sultry sighs.

Unbeknownst to Minho, the stream flowing from his chair indicated ample preparation, even for someone like him with limited knowledge about women.

His right index and middle fingers cautiously extended towards the overflowing nectar, reaching the well-prepared destination.

Squish.

Following instinctual reasoning, Minho adjusted his position for a more comfortable self-pleasuring stance.

There was no intellect present there, only a single female driven by lust.

Squelch.

“Ugh.”

The initial sensation was foreign.

However, with neither mind nor body willing to stop here, his fingers resumed their movement.

Squelch squelch.

“Haah… haah…”

Hands, feet, and face lost sensation as if they were bitten by a mouse. Instead, the chest and lower abdomen became incredibly hot and sensitive compared to before.

It felt like all senses had been replaced with sensitivity, yet that didn’t stop the hands from moving.

The strange sensation that was unfamiliar at first gradually became more tolerable after a few minutes, and as time passed, the heat rising from the lower abdomen grew hotter, spreading throughout the body.

As the warmth spread throughout the body, a peculiar sensation of something rising up in waves was felt.

“My chest feels hot.”

I knew. It was irreversible if I continued.

‘But why stop?’

With the movements of my hands becoming more intense, the hot energy filled Minhu’s body like air being pumped into a balloon to its limit.

However, what would happen if you kept pumping air beyond the balloon’s limit?

The answer is.

“Oh, oh?! Something’s coming… Wow..”

It burst with a bang.

Pop!

“Uh-hi-hi, oh-oh-oh♡”

Ecstasy.

Tears began to flow as an immense sense of ecstasy surged through, and what seemed like overflowing honey from a flower burst out as the flower opened wide, filling the room with a vibrant energy akin to suppressed sexual desire.

And the honey didn’t just come from below.

“Uh-heh, why from the chest… milk?”

Minhu didn’t know, but lactation is one of the symptoms that occur very rarely in TS syndrome, with only three cases reported in the past 10 years!

However, due to its extremely low probability, even those who manifested lactation were protected at a national level, keeping it unknown to the public until now.

Usually, lactation would be a cause for alarm.

“Mm… slurp… slurp.”

But for Minhu, whose mind was dominated by lust, even that had become a source of pleasure.

‘Run! And enjoy the feeling!’

In reality, the milk was also acting as an erogenous zone.

Minhu sincerely wished for this moment to last forever and attempted to move her hands again, which had paused momentarily.

“Sob, sob, sob.”

“What, what is it? Who’s there!”

However, a sudden cry interrupted her, revealing Minhu’s embarrassing state, filling her with great shame.

This had to be stopped.

No matter what, she had to prevent the current situation from leaking out, prompting her to find the source of the sound.

“I am moved. You are the woman who will save our world.”

“?”

Come to think of it, she was wearing a headset, yet the voice sounded as clear as if someone were speaking directly into her ear.

Just like lines from a game currently in progress…

“Please, save this world from the Demon King, O Holy Lady!”

“Just a moment…”

With that strange guy’s words, blaring light burst from the monitor, nearly blinding her.