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After erasing the traces of being cursed, I immediately went to the mart.

“Inmart? The name of the mart is oddly cute,” I thought to myself.

Crying and wailing, a child was the mascot. The inside of the mart was no different from the marts I had seen in the real world.

As planned, I filled my cart with a mat, blanket, instant rice, and various easy-to-cook meals. Since I was already shopping, I also added a duck feather pillow to the cart.

“Satisfying shopping experience,” I muttered to myself.

Although I had plenty of money and didn’t immediately need anything else, it was time to head to the checkout counter.

However, as I passed by the bag section, I heard a strange sound.

– Ding. An item has been discovered.

[Ever-changing Slime Bag]

– The shape of the bag changes according to the user’s intention.

– Auto-recovery function: It restores even if torn or damaged.

(Caution) Bag transformation is only possible within the limits of 20g to 5kg.

“W-what is this? An item?”

Turning my head, I noticed a black one-handed bag at the most conspicuous spot in the bag corner. Every time I looked at the black bag, a holographic item window appeared and disappeared.

“I’ve never heard of items in Queen Bartz before… If I had known, I would have thoroughly read the strategy guide!”

Regret washed over me for skimming through the overseas strategy guide without paying much attention.

“To be honest, I wasn’t planning to read the guide in the first place; I was just checking out the game quality…”

It didn’t make sense to read a strategy guide thoroughly before even starting the game.

“The price is… 1 million won?”

It was strange to find a 1 million won bag in a mart where people usually shop for cheaper items.

“Still, it’s a unique item, and I do need a bag. Should I buy it?”

According to the item description, it could change its appearance. I picked up the slime bag, reminiscent of the Louis Poo 30th-anniversary bag I had seen before.

Swoosh.

“Wow… it’s so pretty.”

Suddenly, considering it a chance to buy a 70 million won bag for 1 million won, it didn’t seem expensive at all.

“I’d buy it even if it were 10 million won… probably?”

I stumbled upon an unexpected jackpot.

It seemed even the staff didn’t know about the existence of the 1 million won bag, as the cashier’s pupils dilated briefly in surprise when the price of 1 million won popped up.

“Can you deliver? I’ll request delivery to (address).”

“Yes, please provide your details here.”

With a total of 1.21 million won, I completed a satisfying shopping trip. After paying, I left everything except the bag with the staff and walked away contentedly.

Humming a tune, I approached the mart entrance when a sweet voice called out to me.

“Ji-yoon?”

“… So Ha-yoon, we meet again.”

So Ha-yoon was accompanied by a woman who seemed like her older sister.

They both held baskets full in their hands.

“Hello. I’m Ji-yoon, who joined the same class as Ha-yoon this time.”

“Oh my, you’re the friend Ha-yoon talked about for an hour? You’re prettier than I heard.”

…Something felt off about her way of speaking.

“Wait, when did I talk for an hour…”

As So Ha-yoon tugged on her sister’s clothes, she said, “Hold on.”

“By any chance… are you Ha-yoon’s mother?”

“Yeah, I’m the person who plays Ha-yoon’s mom role.”

Shocked by her words, I opened my mouth briefly and then closed it.

“I really thought you were Ha-yoon’s sister. You look so young.”

“Oh~ This one’s quite something. Being cheeky to an old lady.”

She chuckled while clapping her hands.

“Dinner isn’t ready yet, right?”

“Yes, we should get going now.”

“Then let’s go to our house together. I’ll make beef soup for you.”

…Now that I think about it, it was quite cheeky indeed.

It had been a while since I was invited to someone’s home.

“I’d love to.”

“…Hehe.”

Watching me converse with the lady, Ha-yoon’s eyes sparkled.

“You cook, and leave the luggage to me. ‘Sis.’”

“Hahaha, I really like you. This one.”

“She’s cheeky, ma’am.”

Knowing how crucial first impressions are, I deliberately acted more cheerful.

I followed So Ha-yoon and her mother into a small compact car.

The compact car surprisingly suited them

“Appearing like a college student but driving a small car… I might not get ignored on the road.”

The worry was unfounded. Hayoon’s mother was a skilled driver. Indeed, on treacherous roads, the weak do not survive.

As she made a left turn at the intersection, a sports car closely tailgated them and honked.

“What a jerk.”

Hayoon’s mother, nonchalantly rolling down the window while turning the wheel, gestured with her finger as if nothing had happened.

Glancing at me through the rearview mirror, she smirked.

“This must have been an embarrassing sight.”

“…Sis, you’re awesome!”

“?”

This person is not Hayoon’s mom.

She’s my ‘sis.’

—

Hayoon’s house. Adorned with cat frames on the walls and an affectionate atmosphere with an orange carpet on the floor.

“The beef soup will take some time, so entertain yourselves.”

“Jiyoon, want to come to my room?”

“Sure.”

Hayoon’s room was filled with canvases and paint.

“In games, it was just an ordinary room… Is it different because the player isn’t the focus?”

On one canvas, a naked figure painted in a single shade of blue caught my eye.

“…Quite intriguing?”

“It’s quite messy, isn’t it? I’ll clean it up right away.”

Feeling self-conscious, I hastily pushed the canvas aside.

Standing awkwardly, I sat on the edge under the bed and asked, “I like the painting. What does it mean?”

Her hand paused while clearing the canvas.

“It doesn’t have a special meaning; I just thought it would look pretty.”

Hayoon replied with a charming smile.

I hadn’t really thought much when asking…

I made things awkward unintentionally.

Next time, I’ll just share my thoughts about the painting and avoid asking her questions separately. Well, it’s a lesson learned.

“Can I sit on the bed?”

“Oh, really?”

Without declining, I climbed onto the bed.

“Wanna watch a movie? I have something fun.”

Her attempt to entertain us felt awkward.

“Movies are great. What’s the title?”

“It’s ‘Yeongsimi Hotteok Shop.’”

After turning off the lights, Hayoon brought her laptop.

“She doesn’t really need to turn off the lights. Is it her preference?”

Hayoon sat beside me.

…The movie was more entertaining than I expected.

The plot revolved around Yeongsimi, a 30-year-old widow running a hotteok shop for her child, a common storyline.

The interactions between Yeongsimi, the neighboring store owner, and the CEO, each wary of the other, provided amusement.

As the end credits rolled, I stretched out on the mattress.

Squelch.

“!”

Accidentally, I brushed against Hayoon’s thigh next to me.

“…Sorry.”

“Hehe, that tickles.”

Just as Hayoon was stretching, we heard a voice calling us.

“Hey, let’s eat~”

“Yes-”

While eating, my sister suddenly remembered something and clapped her hands.

“Oh, right. Jiyoon, did you tell your parents you’re having dinner at a friend’s house?”

“Haha… well, actually, both my parents have passed away.”

“…Huh?”

Both Hayoon and my sister blinked simultaneously.

‘They have different personalities but act similarly.’

“I’m used to it now, really. Please don’t worry; smile.”

There wasn’t really a sad moment.

I don’t even know what my parents looked like.

“…Sniff.”

My sister sniffled softly.

Her eyes turned red.

“…It’s late… Let’s go to bed.”

‘I should have just said they went on a business trip.’

The atmosphere wasn’t going to pass over easily.

“Jiyoon…”

Hayoon firmly held my hand.

‘Her hand… feels warm.’

‘I ordered food from the mart, but everything is dry goods, so it should be fine.’

“Then, I’ll excuse myself for today.”

I didn’t want to sleep in a shared room.

After having the beef soup, my sister cut oranges for us.

Hayoon’s house smelled of people, unlike the moldy basement apartment.

‘Why does it only smell like a woman?’

“But Hayoon’s dad isn’t coming in?”

“He’s on a business trip abroad, so he’s not home.”

Her tone towards me seemed cautious compared to before.

“Is it because of where I sleep? Should I vacate the master bedroom?”

“Hey, I’m going to bed with Hayoon.”

“!”

Hayoon’s eyes widened in surprise.

“It’s the first day of school today, but you two have already become so close.”

Her sister smiled contentedly.

“Come to think of it, you probably don’t have any clothes to change into. Would you like to wear some of my old lady clothes?”

The clothes Hayoon had were too small for me to wear.

“I’m causing a lot of trouble today.”

“Oh no, not at all, dear.”

Taking the clothes from her sister, I went into the bathroom. Water streamed from the showerhead, drenching my body. It was the first time I had washed my body since becoming a woman. Having kept short hair when I was a man, having long hair that reached my shoulders now felt uncomfortable. Despite trying to hurry, it took me 20 minutes just to comb my hair.

“Heavy…”

My wet hair felt subtly heavy.

After combing my hair, I lathered up with soap and washed my breasts.

“Feels good…”

Stimulating my breasts caused a slight reaction in my genitals. I touched my genitals with the soapy hand that had been on my breasts.

“Ahh…”

Perhaps due to getting used to the sensation in my genitals, just touching them didn’t make me moan as it used to when I was a man.

Shhh…

The worries I had been carrying lightly trickled away with the suds.

Sohayoon was different from gaming.

Unlike the blurry eyes in the game, she had a firm and clear identity.

“Maybe worrying about being a yandere was unnecessary. After all, it’s unlikely that I could act like the yanderes in the game in real life, right?”

…Maybe it would be okay to get closer to the Queen Bartz heroines. I don’t know much, but maybe Sohayoon suffered simply because the in-game Sohayoon lacked backbone.

Lost in thought, my shower took longer than expected. When I came out of the bathroom, my sister was waiting for me outside.

“Sorry, I got lost in thought…”

Without saying anything, my sister gently stroked my head.

Entering the room, I found Hayoon, who had showered first, lying on the bed. She was dressed in simple attire, wearing tight shorts that clung to her body.

“Jiyoon, you’re here?”

Hayoon patted the space next to her on the bed.

“This drama has become popular recently, let’s watch it together.”

Gulp.

Earlier, when Hayoon came out of the bathroom wearing a robe, I didn’t think much of it. But seeing her with wet hair and wearing shorts was quite provocative.

“The thighs I touched earlier were so soft…”

Suppressing my suspicions, I lay down next to Hayoon as she intended.

“…Sure, it should be fun.”

The drama was a romantic one set in a plastic company. The intensity started from the first episode, with the main character kissing the female lead and touching her buttocks.

Glance.

Hayoon showed no particular reaction to the scene where the buttocks were touched. I tentatively placed my hand on Hayoon’s buttocks, which seemed innocent, and felt a bit ticklish.

“Hayoon, are you okay with this?”

Tickling her buttocks, I asked.

“Hehe, it’s just a joke. I’m fine.”

I went further and caressed her thigh.

Soft, supple thighs…

It wasn’t flabbiness but healthy and lively softness.

“Hahaha, it tickles.”

I touched the hidden flesh between her legs.

“…Huh!”

Driven by unchecked desires due to the lack of boundaries, I went too far.

Only then did I realize the inappropriate nature of my actions and quickly withdrew my hand.

“That’s where urine comes out…”

Pause.

Hayoon’s reaction wasn’t about me touching her intimate area; it was about concern that I touched her dirty place.

“H-Hayoon, are you really okay?”

“Are you okay with touching the place where urine comes out?”

This reaction… showed a complete lack of sexual knowledge.

I was engulfed in a sense of criminal guilt.

“Hayoon… Would you like to play hide-and-seek in a new way?”

“A new way of playing hide-and-seek?”

“Yes, if one person hides their face in the pillow, the seeker tickles their body. You must never lift your head.”

Hayoon nodded solemnly.

“Okay, sounds fun!”

I said with a trembling voice.

“Then I’ll be the seeker first.”

“Okay!”

Ha-yoon let out a muffled sound as she buried her face in the pillow.

Though feeling a sense of guilt at her willingness to listen to anything I said, right now, desire overwhelmed guilt.

First, I slipped my hand under Ha-yoon’s armpit.

Having been washed not long ago, her armpit felt soft and smooth. The armpit is the most delicate skin area on the body.

I freely explored Ha-yoon’s delicate spot under the guise of ‘play.’

I felt my erection growing steadily.