episode_0014

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Parking the car in the parking lot right in front of Exit 7, buying coffee at a nearby cafe, about to take out a cigarette in front of the car… but then stopping.

As I do so, the gazes of people passing by, regardless of gender, are drawn to me.

Hair tied up lightly with volume, a neat-fitting jacket, a slender waist and explosive volume in the chest and hips.

Not wearing makeup, but with a face so captivating that it doesn’t seem necessary.

Although the petite chick-like height doesn’t appeal to me, the proportions are so high that it doesn’t make me look short.

The angular yet three-dimensional cute face exudes a cute, sexy, and haughty complex charm.

I guess I should say that I like the appearance of a woman more than I thought.

It’s only natural.

It’s none other than me in the form of a woman.

If I was superior as a man, then if I were born as a woman, I might have this appearance.

The magician guy said it was a combination of the ideal female image that deceived people, but those guys’ sense of aesthetics couldn’t be that outstanding.

It’s just the basic base, so this level of appearance comes out.

I lean slightly against the car’s bonnet out of habit, trying to lean on it but realizing that the height doesn’t match, so I just hold the coffee I bought from a nearby cafe.

The reason I’m not going indoors is that there’s still some time before the appointment time, so I wanted to sort out my thoughts while feeling the cool breeze.

“Hey… what kind of car is that? Is that person waiting for their boyfriend?”

“It must be her boyfriend’s car. She’s waiting for him. Wow, but is it a model…? Is it for a photoshoot?”

“Wow, so cute~”

“Huh? Isn’t she incredibly sexy?”

People passing by nearby seem to be showing interest in me as if they were looking at a lion in a zoo.

They must be feeling an aura that prevents them from approaching recklessly.

Known as the “chicken head,” when a single rooster is seen nearby, the other chickens tend to nod their heads in admiration.

I’m already used to this kind of gaze, so I wasn’t uncomfortable or embarrassed about becoming a woman.

I just flaunted my haughty and arrogant self, letting the stupid and inferior guys envy me as much as they want.

![Special Trait: Focus of Attention (Special) Acquired]

“This is…?!”

As I was thinking, suddenly a notification popped up on my smartphone.

I looked around in surprise at this abnormal situation where the text on the screen was shining, but no one seemed to be looking at me strangely.

…Could it be that only I can see this?

Reading the content written in the notification, I was astonished.

![Focus of Attention (Special) 1]

Feels pleasure from the gaze of an unspecified number of strangers.

!!Confirmation of the original trait possessed by oneself. This special trait cannot be erased even through a wish.

!!Due to the conflict between the original trait possessed by oneself and the engraving, a level is applied.

“What is this all about…?”

Can even become a special special trait? Feeling pleasure from the gaze of others.

…It’s as if I’m saying that I’ve always been that kind of person.

It’s deeply unpleasant.

I’m not like a perverted creep who feels pleasure from the gaze of others like a barbarian.

In a situation that reminds me of my correct social position, I just felt it was natural.

“Ha!”

This might also be due to the arousal state that the engraving is well created.

It’s annoying, but based on what I’ve understood so far, when it comes to actions or situations related to the engraving, it seemed to worsen with leveling up, so I decided to avoid the gaze for now.

Opening the car door and stepping inside, I took a sip of coffee in my hand to cool down my complicated and irritated mind.

Even though it was a cold day, I still didn’t drink hot coffee.

Only women would coo and sip on hot coffee, warming themselves up by holding their hands together.

Because I had been exercising a lot, I didn’t really feel the cold.

If it got too cold, I would just grab a hand grip and hold it, which would warm me up.

Once my body warmed up, I actually started craving an iced Americano.

“…I guess it’s time to eat.”

With that thought in mind, I bought an iced Americano.

But in reality, after taking a sip, I couldn’t bring myself to drink anymore.

It was too cold, and it felt like my stomach was freezing, so I just held onto it while facing the chilly wind.

Are women really this weak to the cold? After coming inside the car and sitting on the warm seat, I started taking a few sips.

“Damn.”

This sucks.

I can’t even drink an iced Americano properly.

Might as well make the setting darker since I’m already in the car. Lying down and contemplating further, I slowly leaned back in the seat, resting my head on one arm and quietly pondering.

How many days has it been since I turned into a woman? About 10 days?

…I hadn’t had time to properly assess the situation due to spending most of my time masturbating.

If it had only been a day or two, there wouldn’t have been a need to worry, but 10 days is quite a long time.

I live alone, so there aren’t many difficulties, but… no, it’s starting to get difficult.

I suddenly turned into a woman, so my daily life as a man is already suffering.

Normally, I would have been completely shut in at home, taking a break, but it seems that won’t work anymore… I need a few things.

First of all, an ID card.

It would be nice if I didn’t need one, but in Korea, proving your identity is a common occurrence, so it was strange not to feel the need for it.

I recalled a scene where a twisted white woman who had worked hard to learn Korean turned out to be an illegal immigrant, so I was thinking that an ID card was the most important thing.

No, more than that, to avoid future inconvenience, my female identity is necessary.

In China or Japan, I wouldn’t have to worry so much, but in Korea, there are too many places that require identification. Some places even use QR codes for entry, and today I drove out, but if I get caught in a DUI checkpoint, there’s a limit to how much money can fix it.

If I were still myself, I wouldn’t be worried, but as a woman now, there would be no reason for the company to protect me.

I was beyond just needing an ID card; I had no nationality at all.

I was weak and had no way to escape if a problem arose.

In fact, I was contemplating how to deal with the guy downstairs, and the thought of reporting him to the police crossed my mind. With this body, I don’t have the strength to do anything alone, so I have a feeling that I might have to call the police… but without an ID, that’s impossible.

As a man, I never really had to worry about being beaten up, and any minor issues could be solved with money. Even if I didn’t have money, things would get taken care of with just a call. But with this body now, it seems difficult to rely on that… so when I thought about it, an ID card was necessary.

After that, I could establish a connection with my male self and make things easier.

“Didn’t Jessica mention contacting an ID broker?”

I distinctly remember a white illegal immigrant I met at a club mentioning something like that.

If I did that, I would receive legitimate money and they would provide me with a ‘legal’ visa.

Well, of course it’s illegal, but the idea was to make it look legal no matter what process it goes through.

Later, if I contact them, they’ll do anything for money.

Secondly, a new house is needed.

Apartments are convenient in many ways, but there was no law preventing crazy lunatics like the guy downstairs from appearing in the next-door or upstairs.

Damn it, forcing yourself into something that doesn’t bring any benefit is really not my style.

Being raped by those bastards is shameful, humiliating, and degrading, and if such a thing were to happen again, I might really resort to violence.

It’s a shitty situation, but considering that when desires build up, I become more attractive and sexually arousing to the other person, there was a good chance it could happen again.

As a law-abiding citizen who doesn’t commit illegal acts, I can’t prevent myself from delivering justice to rapists, so it’s probably faster for me to move.

No, it seemed better to leave the house as it is and just get a new one.

Not too far from Seoul, but a place with not too many people and some houses would be nice.

In that case, how about Namyangju? It’s not too far, and maybe Yongin would be okay too. I was considering various regions.

Thirdly, there was a potential ally who could help in this situation.

…It had been a long time since I wished someone would understand my situation and help me.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a way to solve this absurd situation on my own.

I knew I couldn’t resist the magician, so I would follow the rules of the game he set, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t try to find loopholes in the rules.

There might be a way.

No, there must be a way.

If I end up getting raped by those idiots one or two more times, I might really want to kill them all.

…Huh? Wait a minute.

Yeah, should I kill them all…?

There are people who fake accidents to kill others, right? What if I hire them?

It seems like a good idea, doesn’t it?

If the target of the mission dies, is it just considered a failure? Or is it void…?

![A reserved notification has detected the activation conditions. Playing the message.]

“Just in case~ It would be better if this message didn’t appear, but you might see it anyway.

You can kill if you want to kill. But remember one thing.

If you end up touching the sorcerer who cast the curse~ I’ll be really annoyed.

If you’re confident in killing everyone except the sorcerer, go ahead and kill~

I’ll leave it to your imagination what will happen if you touch him.

Oh, there will be penalties, of course. It will be considered a failure.

If this message is played, I won’t stop you. Have fun doing whatever you want~”

It seemed like a good idea, but… seeing the sudden alarm and message on my smartphone, I decided to stop.

Seeing the message encouraging me to do as I please made me anxious. Somehow, I have a feeling that if I go ahead and kill someone, it will be considered a failure, and a bigger penalty will come.

That aside, one thing has been confirmed with this.

This magician can somehow read my thoughts, not just mine but automatically read and respond to them.

He might have some device that can read not only his own thoughts but also automatically read and respond to mine.

Well, in a way, since my body is that of a woman created by the magician, it’s only natural.

He probably has some kind of device set up.

Indeed, I have my limits when it comes to understanding and finding loopholes in these absurd curse game rules.

I need someone who is good at this.

…There was one person who came to mind.

Forget it.

That woman is not someone who will help me with this kind of thing.

Even if they offer to help, they’ll probably use it as an excuse to demand something in return.

I may be an arrogant woman who doesn’t even acknowledge them as family, but they’re also someone who doesn’t recognize me as their family, and they have no sense of loyalty to help me. Besides, they’re the type of person who wouldn’t believe it even if they heard that I had turned into a woman.

I initially hoped that there would be someone to help, but being under a spell, asking for help to find a way to undo the magic itself sounds like a crazy story that wouldn’t be taken seriously.

It’s hard to casually mention it to someone, and there’s no way there’s someone pure, stupid, and capable enough to help.

“Ugh… this is really frustrating.”

Feeling a strange sensation where my mind craves a cigarette, but my body rejects it, I crave a cigarette mentally, but the mere thought of it makes my body feel like it’s rejecting it.

While soothing my boiling insides with a cold americano, my phone alarm went off.

{Where are you? I’ve arrived but I don’t see you.]

It seems like the meeting time has already passed.