episode_0007

“Hey, why are you alive? If I were in your shoes, being such a loser, I’d rather just commit suicide than keep living like this.”

It was something I said to Geonwoo back when I was still a guy.

It was a harsh thing to say, but at that time, I said it without an ounce of remorse.

Looking back now, it makes my face burn with shame, but there were even more embarrassing moments to come.

“Hey, Park Sihyun. Are you bothering Kim Geonwoo again?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah.”

“Ugh, cut it out. That loser might end up killing himself if you keep at it.”

Even after becoming a girl, for some reason, the people around me still thought I was tormenting Geonwoo.

Even my close-knit group, the so-called “elite,” who used to swagger around calling themselves the top dogs, treated me as they always had. There was a slightly disdainful look in their eyes, but that’s all it was.

So, I had to act as I always did.

“I-It’s fine. He doesn’t even have the guts to be a loser and do that.”

“Oh, well, I guess. This idiot loser can’t say anything even when he gets beaten by a girl.”

“Yeah… Well, that’s obvious.”

I don’t know.

Honestly, at that time, even in front of others, it felt good to be able to act “as usual.”

As usual.

Me tormenting Geonwoo, and Geonwoo not saying a word to me. That kind of situation.

It seemed like I could forcibly divert my attention from the painful reality of being turned into a girl by acting that way.

Of course, such behavior would soon come back to haunt me.

“Say it again.”

“W-What do you want me to say?”

“Tell the loser to go kill himself again.”

“…Hey, I said that in front of other people.”

“Not doing it? Then it’s over. Live the rest of your life as a girl.”

“You… you’re insane… Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll…”

After the cram school session ended, I was summoned to the empty boys’ restroom, and Geonwoo, with a cold gaze, gave me an order.

His gaze was too terrifying. I felt like I couldn’t possibly refuse. Without realizing it, I, now a girl, was obedient to this man named Geonwoo.

“Loser… go kill yourself.”

“Louder.”

“Loser…”

“While showing your chest and panties.”

“W-Why are you asking me to do that, you pervert?”

“It’s what I want. If you don’t like it, then quit.”

“…Fine, I’ll do it.”

If he had demanded a kiss or a hug as usual, or even asked for fellatio, it wouldn’t have been as frightening.

Originally, I hated them to death, but by then, strangely enough, I was getting used to them as well. But that day, Geonwoo didn’t demand anything. It was scarier when the one who had been exploring my body every day said nothing. “Retard… loser…” “Lift your skirt higher. Your panties aren’t showing properly. Undo your bra too.” “Retard loser… go kill yourself…” “Keep going. Until I tell you to stop.” It felt so terrifying that I thought I would lose my mind. The way he looked at me was too cold. His voice giving orders was also very different from usual. That’s why I couldn’t possibly stop. “Retard loser go kill yourse-” Smack! “Ow… What, what are you doing?” “I said keep going, didn’t I? Who told you to stop?” “You hit me in the chest-” Smack! “Ugh… Please, stop…” “Didn’t I tell you not to stop?” “Re-retard… loser…” Suddenly, it was Geonwoo hitting my exposed chest. A deep palm mark was left on the small chest. It hurt so much I felt like I was going crazy, but I continued to repeat as Geonwoo commanded. It had become like talking to myself without realizing it. “You… sob… commit suicide…” “Why are you crying?” “Retard… loser…” “Stop. Why are you crying?” “Because it hurts…” “Because it hurts? Is that all?” “…I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” “For saying terrible things… until now… sob… please forgive me…” That day, I was the most pitiful sight in the world. My chest was completely exposed, my skirt lifted up with both hands to show my underwear, and I wailed while shaking my chest with the palm mark. Even if I became a woman, my pride, which I desperately held onto, was completely shattered. But I couldn’t complain as usual. It was because Geonwoo that day was too frightening, but also because I truly regretted the past. I only realized then how unpleasant it is to hear such words from others. “Do you know? Forgiveness isn’t originally easy. Forgiveness that comes from mere words is only possible in trivial matters.” “…Then, what should I do?” “Lean against the wall and push your butt this way.” I did as instructed. It was an embarrassing posture, but I couldn’t complain. It was the same when Geonwoo pulled down my panties.

“Please sincerely ask for forgiveness now.”

“I-I’m sorry-”

Smack!

“Ouch!”

“Is that sincere?”

“I really messed up…”

Smack!

Every time Gunwoo apologized, he was hit on the buttocks.

It felt like his buttocks were on fire. Despite the pain, he continued to apologize unconsciously, rubbing his sore buttocks.

“I’m really sorry. I’ll do anything-”

Smack!

“Anything? Then ask in a vulgar way.”

“W-what do you mean…”

“Beg me to forgive you by asking me to stick my dick into your drooling mouth.”

Upon hearing Gunwoo’s words, I realized that saliva was trickling down between my thighs.

Was I feeling this while getting spanked? The thought made my face flush with embarrassment.

I wanted it to stop immediately, but… I couldn’t. Not because I was afraid I wouldn’t return to being a man as usual, but because I was genuinely scared. Scared that I wouldn’t be forgiven by Gunwoo.

“I messed up… Please… *sob*… forgive me for drooling and begging like a bitch in heat… *sob*…”

“Fine, I forgive you.”

I begged for forgiveness countless times while being spanked.

Finally, Gunwoo stopped hitting me.

He immediately began to insert his dick into my pussy, but strangely, at that moment, I felt relieved.

After that day, he never teased me again.

People around us found it strange, but I didn’t want to provoke Gunwoo anymore.

Gunwoo also didn’t display that behavior anymore.

It was fortunate, but for some reason, I could never forget that memory.

Sometimes, it even resurfaced vividly, as if I missed that feeling from back then.

Smack!

“You got it wrong again. Fool!”

“Ugh…”

And now, I was feeling the same way as I did back then.

“You’ve already gotten 30 wrong. Only 20 left until half? Do you really want to keep getting hit by me?”

“N-no…”

“What do you mean ‘no’? Even a child could memorize better than this. Or are you dumber than a child or even a dolphin? No, is that an insult to dolphins? Next!”

Smack!

Every mistake was met with punishment.

I shouldn’t be feeling good. It should definitely not feel good.

Why am I feeling good?

Every time my butt gets smacked, it’s electrifying, as if a current is flowing through it. The sensation is oddly addictive.

“Getting your butt smacked while drooling like a perverted freak.”

Each time I receive a punishment, an inexplicable sense of happiness and relief wells up inside me. Losing my pride and feeling ashamed felt like pleasure.

“Tell me. Was the bet just an excuse? Because you want to be my sex slave for another year?”

“No, no…”

“Then try guessing the next one, you idiot.”

Smack!

I didn’t really do it on purpose. I just wanted to win this bet. But each time I got it wrong, I felt a seductive pleasure.

Deliberately making mistakes could lead to getting punished. And being punished feels good.

Somewhere along the way, that kind of thinking took root in me. So, I intentionally got some wrong.

“Haah, you really don’t know that either?”

Smack!

“Huff… huu…”

“39. If you get 11 more wrong, it’s over. Want to be my sex slave again?”

“Sex slave…”

“Yeah, like last year. Every time I feel like it, I’ll call you over and have my way with you. Do you want that again?”

“…No.”

It doesn’t seem so bad, actually… but I said the opposite. I’m not ready to speak my mind yet.

“Alright, next one. landscape.”

“Scenery.”

“conquer.”

“To conquer.”

“…contemporary”

“Of or relating to the present time or living people.”

“Oh, suddenly good at this?”

I was praised. It felt good. But I wasn’t really happy about it. Would it be better to ask for a reward when I get it right?

…No, that would mean admitting that I’m a pervert. Pervert… it does seem fitting. It’s all because of this guy. He’s the reason I’ve become a pervert. That’s why I wanted him to take responsibility.

“…Just one word left. If you get this one right, you win. If not, I win.”

“Haah, haah… How about that? I’m pretty good too, right?”

“Yeah. Your butt’s turned bright red though.”

“Don’t touch me… haa…”

As I lightly rubbed my inflamed, reddened butt, a warm sensation accompanied by immense pleasure washed over me. My body has definitely gone haywire… Am I really a pervert? No, maybe I was always a pervert…

“Alright then. counterproductive.”

Geon-woo spoke a word that looked difficult.

But it was clearly a memorized word.

Just saying it makes me win.

But suddenly, I became curious.

“If I’m wrong, do you want me to be your slave for another year?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You… would you want me to be your slave for another year?”

“…Why are you asking that? You wouldn’t want to do it.”

“Hmph, of course not. But if you really wanted it, I couldn’t refuse.”

“You’re speaking as if you pity me.”

“Well, you… because you’re a loser, there’s no other girl for me except you.”

“What? Have you said enough?”

Whack!

“Ow! Why did you hit me? I haven’t answered yet!”

“Because you’re being arrogant! Is it okay to say such things so bluntly? Huh?”

“Enough with that, just give me an answer!”

“Hmph, I don’t need a slave like you anymore. I’m tired of using you!”

“Geez… Fine. I’ll answer. ‘It has a reverse effect.’”

“…Correct. You’ve won.”

“Yes!”

Having given the correct answer, I smiled happily.

My butt hurt a lot, but it was okay.

…Honestly, it felt good to be hit.

“Do you really like that?”

“Yeah. Now that I’ve won, can I make a wish?”

“I didn’t agree to that condition.”

“I agreed to become your slave. You should do at least that much.”

“Hmph. So what do you want?”

“What I want is…”

I paused while saying that.

Can I really say it? Just for this lame excuse? Won’t he think it’s weird?

Such thoughts came to mind. What if he really hates it…

“? Why did you stop talking?”

“That’s…”

“That’s?”

“You… date me.”

“…What?”

“So, I mean, let’s date for a year.”

“……”

“……”

“…Really? Seriously?”

Geon-woo asked with a subtle expression.

It was hard to tell if he liked it or not.

Seeing his slightly reddened face, maybe Geon-woo was embarrassed too.

Or does he really hate it?

Meanwhile, my heart was beating honestly and loudly.

But I couldn’t be honest with my words.

“Could it really be true? I just want to try it out as an experiment.”

“As an experiment?”

“Yeah. I might have to live as a woman for the rest of my life. I want to practice dating a guy.”

“Why me?”

“You made me like this, so you’re responsible.”

“I need to study this year…”

“Am I going to disturb your studying? Remember we also have other bets?”

“Oh man… was that your intention? You jerk.”

“You’re the only perverted jerk here. Ugh, gross.”

Later, there was a sudden pain in my buttocks and a feeling of bruising.

But soon, with Geonwoo’s response, even that painful sensation disappeared.

“Alright. Whatever, let’s do it.”

“Really? Then… today marks day 1?”

Unaware of the pain in my buttocks, I leaned on Geonwoo and smiled.

After becoming a girl, I finally got a boyfriend.