Chapter Index

    During our return to the academy, we didn’t say a word.

    I stared blankly into space on the subway the whole time.

    Rina, on the other hand, pretended to look around in different directions to avoid my gaze.

    Once we arrived at the academy station, Rina headed to the dormitory.

    Before going home, I bought some snacks and a 1.6-liter bottle of beer.

    Today’s snacks were tteokbokki and odeng. Since I still didn’t have a microwave at home, I had the tteokbokki heated up at the convenience store and brought it in a container.

    The smell of tteokbokki was quite strong, but being in a corridor-style apartment, it quickly dispersed with the breeze.

    It’s times like these when living in a corridor-style apartment is nice.

    As soon as I entered the house, I roughly laid out the food on the floor and took a shower.

    “Phew.”

    Feeling the warmth of the water on my chilled body due to the cold weather, a satisfied sigh escaped me, and my expression softened.

    After showering and changing into a nightgown, I brought out the snacks and drinks I had placed on the floor.

    Tomorrow, finally, the refrigerator, washing machine, dryer, rice cooker, and microwave are coming. If I’m lucky, the delivery of the dining table and chairs will coincide, and I might escape the floor dining life starting tomorrow.

    “Shall we have a drink on the floor one last time?”

    Just muttering to myself, I mixed soju and beer in the glass I bought yesterday.

    Having spent a day or two alone in the empty house, I found myself needing various small things.

    Since cups, utensils, dishcloths, soap, and shower towels are small in size, I couldn’t resist buying them yesterday.

    I don’t know if I got them cheaply, but…

    Who cares, I can reuse them several times.

    The slightly inflated tteokbokki and the odeng soup I boiled once paired well with the beer and soju.

    “Cheers.”

    Why am I feeling like this today?

    Even while drinking, I didn’t feel lonely.

    Is it because I’m thinking about Lager?

    “…Can I really start liking him again?”

    I know the answer.

    Lager will definitely accept me.

    The problem lies with me.

    I’ve pushed him away twice already. But now, suddenly wanting to try again seems shameless and amusing even to myself.

    It felt like I was just using him when I needed him.

    My heart felt heavy.

    I didn’t like that feeling.

    Chug chug.

    After emptying and refilling the glass several times, my arms and legs gradually felt numb, and a giggly laughter escaped me.

    “Phew…”

    Unconsciously playing with the empty tteokbokki bowl, I moved the finished beer and soju bottle aside and crawled into the sleeping bag.

    “Hehe, hoo…”

    And then, collapsing onto the sleeping bag.

    Slowly. Stealthily.

    I slipped my hands into the sleeping bag.

    The nightgown’s hem gradually rode up.

    Covering my eyes with the hem, I turned my body and lay down with my buttocks facing the sky.

    “Ugh…”

    I began to soothe my alcohol-warmed body.

    Rubbing up and down with my buttocks turned back like a puppy, it felt like someone else.

    For example… Lager.

    The feeling of being tenderly caressed made my heart flutter.

    Covering my eyes with the one-piece dress that rode up, I felt a sense of embarrassment as everything below was clearly exposed. However, the alcohol made my sensitive body feel the wriggling touch more vividly, giving me a strange sense of pleasure.

    “Ah, yes, huff….”

    I want to be liked.

    I want to be loved.

    Even if it’s selfish….

    “Huff!!”

    With that, I splashed my thigh again and drifted off to sleep in a drowsy mood.

    *

    Time passed quickly.

    I was so busy with various things that I had no time to catch my breath, and it became a routine for me to write down what I needed every night and go out the next day to buy miscellaneous items.

    Come to think of it, I needed Lager’s pajamas. I also needed everyday clothes.

    “….”

    I hesitated for a moment because I knew I would be teased, but I decided it would be better to go to that store where Lager’s size was clearly known.

    So, I headed to Baha’s clothing store again.

    “Oh, unnie! You’re here again.”

    “Yes.”

    No matter when I see her, the friendliness of the staff is unbelievable.

    She glanced at my awkward expression and asked cautiously, “Unnie, are you here to buy clothes today?”

    “Oh, how did you know?”

    “It’s written all over your face. Your eyes keep scanning the men’s clothes.”

    “Oh, well, um….”

    A staff member as quick-witted as you….

    I thought I sent a threatening look, but she seemed unaffected and just smiled awkwardly, linking arms with me.

    “So, unnie, what are you looking for in men’s clothes?”

    “Just, um…. I want to buy some casual clothes and pajamas.”

    “Would you like to see this section?”

    She led me past the men’s clothing section to the pajama section.

    I was about to ask why we weren’t choosing from there, but I soon understood the reason.

    “Oh, this….”

    “Why? It’s cute.”

    The clothes she brought were matching button-up pajamas in the same design. The design itself was very wholesome and nice.

    The only problem was that one was pink and the other was blue.

    “Anyone can see that these are couple pajamas.”

    “Weren’t you here to buy couple pajamas? Buy two sets that are cute and match each other!”

    It’s too cringey.

    As I hesitated, she said, “Oh, right,” and asked me one question.

    “Are you choosing that for him?”

    “Oh, um. Yes.”

    “Is he your boyfriend or husband?”

    I don’t know why she’s asking, but just preparing an answer made my face flush.

    Damn it, damn it….

    I pretended to tie and untie my hair repeatedly, avoiding eye contact.

    “…He’s my husband.”

    As if she had expected it, she smiled happily and ran to the women’s clothing section.

    The item she brought back, like a child who had found an interesting toy….

    “For a hot night, the ultimate weapon…!”

    “You crazy woman!”

    I can’t stand this. I blurted out a curse.

    Shocked by my strong reaction, she defended herself with a look of injustice.

    “Why, why?! You said you’re married!”

    “Does being married justify wearing such indecent clothes?!”

    I still stick to the sporty style with my bras and panties. The bra is more like a bra top worn with leggings, and the panties are more like functional underwear that fits snugly on the body.

    …Most of them are gray, so it’s a bit annoying when they show through too much when wet.

    Oh, no. That’s not important.

    “This, um, no. It’s too provocative.”

    Compared to the sportswear-like underwear I’m wearing inside right now, this was almost like being naked.

    Half of her chest was exposed, with translucent lace scattered throughout, giving off a subtly provocative vibe.

    Above all, the panties were too skimpy.

    Of course, from the perspective of someone with a tail, having less fabric covering the buttocks is an important factor in increasing satisfaction when worn.

    The issue was that all the fabric covering the lower body was made of translucent lace material. So, to put it bluntly.

    Even when worn.

    Everything is visible.

    …No matter what, everything.

    Originally, as a former man, I wanted to question why I was being asked to wear something like this, but such words would be meaningless anyway.

    She fluttered her shoulders as if she were wearing lingerie, snorting as she spoke.

    “Just by wearing this, it’s a total transformation! It’s super possible to ‘break through and go behind’.”

    “What breakthrough, what behind?”

    I doubted my ears. How do they all come up with those thoughts just by seeing a tail?

    Are we unconsciously sharing thoughts without me knowing? Could it be that, if you see a tail, grabbing it and patting it behind you is the ‘common sense’ of this world?

    As I was doubting the common sense, she once again handed me the lingerie.

    “Think about it, unnie. You put on cute pajamas on the outside, but when you take them off, it’s sexy provocative lingerie? I can’t resist this!”

    “Well, that’s…true, I guess.”

    It may be a problem to not be able to resist it in a way.

    I was a little worried, but um…

    Trying it on for the experience isn’t a bad idea.

    Yeah. Just for the experience.

    Now that I’ve become a woman, trying on feminine underwear once, literally as an experience.

    When you think about it, even though it’s obvious that I’m a woman, there’s really no reason why wearing feminine underwear would be strange, right?

    “Then I’ll live like this. Two sets of pajamas and that… lingerie set too.”

    After rationalizing it, I ended up buying it.

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