Chapter Index

    I moved into the apartment yesterday. After that, I was in a state of tension all day long. Aren’t there monsters roaming around? Aren’t the stairs endless? I don’t know if that’s why, but I suddenly feel a great need to go to the bathroom. First, I returned home, that is, room 704. Then I stopped in front of the bathroom door.

    – Don’t you scream every time you go to the bathroom?

    Why do I remember what Daju said at this time? All you have to do is sit down and solve it. There’s no difference. I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. For a moment, my gaze turned downward…and then straight up. I’m so embarrassed I’m going crazy. It may seem stupid to some, but it isn’t. If you think that something you only see in porn is now up to you… it hits you right away. I feel like my mind is spinning.

    Shoot ah-

    Next is underwear. This also has to be done somehow.

    – Even moving now would be uncomfortable because it would shake, right?

    It’s just as Daju said. Even considering that I ran around a lot today, I’m so exhausted. My shoulder hurts. My flesh is chafing. Because my steps are heavy.

    Grumble.

    When I opened the closet, a pink afterimage caught my eye… and I had to close my eyes right away.

    “Ha…”

    I clenched my teeth and looked inside the closet again. The color and design arrangement are extremely malicious. Yoon Da-ju, this evil person… When I see her crying a little while ago, I feel sad, and I also think that she is forcing herself to act bright. still. I don’t have a position either. Can’t we just leave it a little more intact?

    There is one more problem. Bra…upper underwear. I don’t know how to wear this. I understand that it’s hung like a hook, but it’s so delicate that it’s likely to break if done incorrectly. I guess I should ask someone. Daju Yoon, she’s probably sleeping. Even if he’s awake, it’s a bit unfair to ask a child who is in such a state. Then there is only one person left. I knocked on the door of Choi Se-rim’s house.

    Squeak-

    It will be fine. Because it’s just one time. If you get it right just once, something like this will never happen again. I took a deep breath and spoke.

    “Hey, sister…”

    “Uh, huh?”

    okay. I must be crazy right now. Even if others see you, your face will be clearly noticeable. Additionally, he is holding underwear in his hand. I tried to be as confident as possible, but I couldn’t even manage my facial expressions properly.

    “How to wear this… Yoon Da-ju didn’t tell me…”

    Fortunately, the reaction was calm. He is expressionless and speaks little. This is Choi Se-rim as usual. I didn’t really like the answer that followed.

    “Lift your clothes.”

    “……Yes?”

    “I’ll put it on you.”

    “No! All you have to do is tell me how!”

    “I don’t like it.”

    for a moment. Why do I feel intimidated? It was not Choi Se-rim, who was squatting in the corner of the warehouse. Looking at it from here now, I can clearly feel the height difference. When I was a man, there was no one with this much height difference.

    “Ugh…”

    “Are you embarrassed?”

    I can’t even answer. I just nodded. Meanwhile, Choi Se-rim puts her hand under my hooded zip-up and pulls up my underwear with a familiar motion. A cold hand touched my bare skin… followed by a small, crashing sensation.

    “Oh. Wait.”

    Sreuk.

    Next, I mean, breasts. Sweep it to fit the shape of your underwear. How can it be this soft even though it is my body? I have a question.

    “That’s it. It will be much easier to move around.”

    I saw the method correctly. I think all you have to do is swipe something under your clothes. If you get used to it, you will be able to do it faster… but I have no intention of practicing separately.

    “How did you feel?”

    “Yes?”

    “You were originally a man. If it’s your first time wearing a bra, the sensation will be new.”

    “Yes??”

    Still, I thought Choi Serim would be better than Daju. An unexpected mental attack came.

    “……Don’t say any more. Because I want to die.”

    “Sorry. That’s what I’m writing these days. About new perspectives or perceptions.”

    “Is it like modern art? Postmodernism or something.”

    “Wow. Do you even know those words?”

    Choi Se-rim’s eyes shine with a little admiration. My impression instantly brightened, and it felt like my dark circles were even more removed.

    “I thought I was the only one who liked this kind of thing.”

    Of course it is. Still, this topic is 100 times better than underwear.

    “The direction is a little different, but it’s similar. A sentence is ultimately a tool to express ‘what you know.’ That alone cannot fully express ‘what you don’t know’. If I were to express it metaphorically, I wouldn’t know. You can’t convey a completely unfamiliar sensation. Well then. Something really new. It has nothing in common with anything familiar, so there is no way to express it indirectly. Can’t I even express it at all? In short, it’s like a thought experiment.”

    “Yes.”

    It was a time when I was trying to become a webtoon writer. I have worked with many story writers when serializing comics on Best Challenge. But none of the people who write are sane. I have no sense of reality, so I have no idea what to say. I need to cut off the Mac at this point.

    “But I have to leave right away.”

    “Ah. Exploring with uncle?”

    “Yes.”

    “Be careful.”

    “Yes.”

    I nodded roughly and passed through the hallway. In front of the elevator. Seongjin Park is standing holding a bag.

    “Why is it so late.”

    “Sorry.”

    “There’s no time, so let’s go quickly.”

    Slurp. When you press the button, the door opens.

    “Which floor are you going to?”

    “Stay still and don’t press anything. Because I will press it.”

    Beep-Beep-

    Seongjin Park takes out a notebook from his pocket and presses buttons one after another.

    “Lee. three. Oh.”

    Crackling. Jijijik-

    With the sound of a light bulb blinking, the surrounding space began to change.

    “It may be a bit shocking from now on.”

    It rattled.

    The sound of an iron door shaking. Something like black powder is spreading from the ceiling.

    “It’s not like it suddenly fell, right?”

    “Hold on tight.”

    “Yes???”

    Crunch.

    The buttons momentarily became distorted, and an instrument panel equipped with a keyboard appeared.

    “Here, A… I told you to hold on tight!”

    “Tell me what it is and then tell me!!!”

    I held on to the iron handle behind me so tightly that my palms hurt. And moment.

    Whoop-

    I felt weightless.

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