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[You have been cursed and turned into a woman.]

[You cannot return to your original state until the person who cast the curse lifts it.]

It was around the time of my third year in high school when I suddenly became a girl.

At first, I was extremely bewildered.

Anyone would be shocked if their genitals disappeared overnight.

What was even more absurd was that my parents and everyone else around me thought I had always been a girl.

Except for one person.

Kim Geonwoo. He was the one who cursed me.

“Hey, Kim Geonwoo. Was it you? Say the word, and turn me back to normal.”

It wasn’t difficult to figure out that he was the one who cursed me.

At that time, there were only a few people who could have cursed me, and he was the only one who knew I was a boy.

So, I secretly called him out and told him to reverse the curse. And…

“You son of a b****!”

“Crazy bastard, what are you doing! Stop it! Ahh…”

…he assaulted me right there. In the restroom of the private institute.

I couldn’t resist at all. When I was a boy, I was strong enough to dream of becoming a martial artist, but as a girl, I couldn’t even push away the weakling holding me.

That’s when I first realized my situation.

“You b*****d… Just wait. I’ll report you to the police and make sure you pay for this.”

“Try it. Then you’ll have to live as a woman for the rest of your life. You won’t be able to become the martial artist you wanted to be. Look at yourself, you disabled b*****d.”

“…!”

He chuckled at my threat to report him for assault.

Because he was the only one who could lift the curse.

Not only that, he acted as if he didn’t care about going to jail as long as I suffered.

In reality, I was at a much greater loss… If I lived as a woman, I wouldn’t be able to be a martial artist. I didn’t want to become some kind of female martial artist, which was no different from being an entertainer. On top of that, it was so unfair that I, who used to be a man, had to live as a woman.

So, I begged for forgiveness. Please, send me back as a man. But it was out of the question.

“Why? So you can torment me again if you become a man? You b*****d, because of you, I even tried to commit suicide.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, then you should compensate me, you b*****d.”

“…What do I have to do?”

“It’s obvious. Just shut up and take it, you bastard.”

“What, what did you say? I-I already did it just now.”

“Do you think once is enough? After tormenting me for three years, it’s your turn now. I’ll take what I want from you without any mercy, and then I’ll let you go.”

That was the beginning. The physical relationship with him.

“A-Are you really going to do this?”

“Yeah.”

“You crazy… I’m a guy. It’s weird to kiss a guy…”

“You’re being ridiculous. Shut up and pucker up.”

“W-Wait… Stop…”

The day after the rape, he slowly began to explore my body.

At first, he demanded kisses. Naturally, I hated it. The thought of kissing a guy was dreadful. But he forced his lips onto mine. Thankfully, at first, he seemed inexperienced, so it was just a peck.

Instead, he groped my chest like crazy. A perverted jerk.

And from the next day on, his demands became more and more intense.

“…Are we doing it again today?”

“Yeah. But today, I’ll use my tongue too.”

“Tongue?”

“I used it when we kissed.”

“…Is that so?”

“Why are you acting like you don’t know? You’ve had a girlfriend before, haven’t you?”

I couldn’t admit that I didn’t know either. I didn’t want to appear even more ignorant, so I pretended to boast.

“O-Of course I know how to do it. I just find it repulsive because it’s with you.”

“Is that so? Then open your mouth.”

“Ugh…”

That day marked my first deep kiss. Of course, my real first kiss was with a girl I dated, but that was, how should I put it… I wasn’t really into her. I dated her more to boost my ego, thinking I was popular with girls, rather than having genuine feelings for her. So, that’s why that day, the kiss felt truly unfamiliar to me.

“Ugh…”

“…Damn it.”

We eagerly intertwined our tongues, but soon both of us gasped for breath and pulled away. It felt extremely strange experiencing a deep kiss for the first time. As the one being taken advantage of, I should have felt awful, but my heart was pounding like crazy.

That day, we stopped at that point after roughly fooling around with my chest, and he left.

“Hey, let’s do it. Yesterday’s thing.”

And the next day, he demanded kisses again.

His expression was so fierce that it was almost comical, but I couldn’t bring myself to laugh. I had no choice but to comply with his demands… That day, the next day, and the day after that…

“Ugh… Phew… Sigh—”

“…I guess I’m getting used to this.”

“If you’re done being noisy, then get lost.”

Before I knew it, we both became accustomed to kissing. At the time, I couldn’t believe it. Getting used to kissing a guy… Even though my body had become female. Or was it because my body had become female? It felt like some kind of hormone was at work, which left me feeling uneasy.

“Hey. Why aren’t you wearing a bra?”

“What does it matter to anyone whether I wear one or not?”

“You’re acting like a servant. You really are just a superficial woman.”

“…Damn, it’s because of you.”

“I’ll correct you. Your appearance is also fake, as a woman.”

Despite everything I had endured with this fake woman, I kept my curses to myself. The thought of having to endure this for a whole year made me even angrier.

As soon as I got home that day, for some reason, I felt irritated and pulled out the bras from the closet. They seemed to be there as if they were naturally mine, but since becoming a woman, I hadn’t worn them even once. I had only been wearing shirts instead of bras.

The mocking words of that brat wouldn’t leave my mind, so in a fit of anger, I tried one on. …But why does it feel so comfortable? The sensation of my chest, which had already been quite large, being held firmly felt surprisingly stable.

Having tried it once and finding it pleasant, I didn’t want to take it off. But I’m a man, right? Is it okay for a man to wear a bra? I thought maybe it would be fine since my body was now female. And I also felt like I’d be missing out if I didn’t wear one.

“Oh? Wearing a bra today?”

So the next day, I wore one and went to the private institute. Of course, that brat saw it.

“Hmph, how does it look? Does it suit me?”

“Why do you act like you’re showing off?”

“Who’s showing off? You were the one making a fuss yesterday… Hey, don’t touch me.”

“What? I called you over to touch you.”

No, I was hoping you’d at least appreciate it. It’s like I wanted you to notice.

“But it’s quite cute, isn’t it? Did you suddenly start having these because you became a girl?”

“Your taste as a girl is to find cute things, huh? Where did the tough guy go?”

“Shut it.”

Expecting this pervert to cut me some slack? That’s never going to happen.

It’s just that my heart flutters when you call me cute… Yeah, it’s just what it feels like to become a girl.

Once I turn back into a guy, everything will return to normal.

It will definitely happen.

Absolutely.

And a year has passed.

“…Hey, what are you doing?”

“Bra.”

“I get that, but what are you doing with a bra?”

“You’re covering your eyes with your hands.”

I was teasing the guy sitting at the desk with a bra.

Like Ultraman, using the bra to cover his eyes.

Of course, it was a brand new bra that I had brought along.

“Thoughts?”

“What thoughts?”

“How’s this bra?”

“I can’t see, how would I know.”

“Hmph, here. Can you see now?”

As I removed the bra from covering the guy’s eyes from behind while sitting at the desk, I pressed it against my chest.

But he just gave me a disgruntled look.

“It’s something I see all the time.”

“If you see it all the time, don’t you dislike it?”

“Well, it does suit you. But where would a bra that doesn’t suit your red face be?”

“That’s quite a mouthful.”

What’s the point of calling me cute… It was a brand I first bought.

But I did show it to him a lot… Did I really wear this bra frequently after that?

“Anyway, I need to go home now to study. My parents will be back soon.”

“I came here to disturb your studies, didn’t I?”

“Geez. You’ve disturbed enough today. Don’t you have work to do too?”

“Tsk. I have plenty to do.”

…Actually, not really. Except for occasionally going to the gym. Even that became less frequent after becoming a girl. It wasn’t because I was a girl, but rather because this guy kept calling me and bothering me so much.

“You have plenty to do? Like what?”

“…I don’t know. Just a lot.”

“Just a lot, huh? Are you dating a guy by any chance?”

“No way! When did I have time to date a guy? You… always called me over.”

“Oh, right.”

He said that and then smugly scratched his head.

This kid, sometimes I can’t tell if he’s clever or clueless. He’s good at studying, but maybe he lacks common sense.

If he had common sense, he wouldn’t have suddenly turned me back into a guy without saying anything…

No, of course, if I had been in that situation for a year, it would have been the right thing to do if this guy had a conscience. But… I have my own circumstances, you know. He doesn’t even consider that for a moment, so he really has no sense at all.

[The curse has been lifted.]

[Would you like to return to being a man?]

[You may postpone your decision if you wish.]

On the day he suddenly “notified” me, those words appeared in front of me. It was the first time since the day I became a woman. I had to make a choice: whether to return to being a man or remain a woman. Or perhaps postpone the decision. There should have been no reason to hesitate. After all, didn’t I endure a year of these desires just because I wanted so badly to become a man again? Most likely, that’s how it was. It must have been. Yet for some reason, I hesitated. Because I was afraid of something, regretful, unwilling. What was I afraid of? Thinking he had abandoned me. What was I regretful about? It seemed like he wasn’t seeing me properly. What was I unwilling about? The fear that everything that had happened until now would disappear. During that year, I had changed. I had thought that would never happen… but somehow, he had become someone I didn’t want to lose.

“Well, I’ll be off for today.”

“‘Today’ means you’ll come tomorrow too.”

“Of course. I won’t let you study. I’m definitely going to make sure you don’t get into Seoul National University.”

“Why are you so obsessed?”

“Don’t know? Think about what you’ve done for a year.”

“…When you put it that way, I have nothing to say. Is this the cycle of revenge?”

Revenge? Well, if it is, then it is. More than that… I just want to spend more time with you.

“Of course. I’m already thinking about what humiliating wish I’ll make to you in a year.”

“I’ve already drunk the bitter brew.”

Of course… I couldn’t honestly say it. I felt embarrassed, and I don’t understand his feelings either. Foolish guy.

“Anyway, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t even bid me farewell as he leaves. Why am I falling for this guy? I don’t even know… “Hey, take your bra with you.” “Ah.”

However, as I was putting on my shoes at the entrance, he suddenly appeared behind me. In his hand, he held the bra I had taken off earlier. I had forgotten about it…

“Haven’t you changed at all since then?” he asked.

“Since then?”

“A year ago. This is the first time you wore this.”

“Oh…”

He remembered…

“It seems that your taste is still cute, then and now.”

“Cute?”

“Yes, cute. The bra.”

Why do you avoid eye contact when you say ‘bra’?

I chuckled slightly and accepted the bra.

“Thanks, this is a token of appreciation.”

Click-

“See you tomorrow.”

He lightly kissed my lips. Strangely, my face turned even redder than when we have sex. Before I could say anything, he left. I felt somehow defeated.