A Bully TSed, Refusing to Return to the Original Life

[I can cast the TS curse on only one person.]

[It does not apply to women.]

[I can lift the curse at any time.]

[It’s only possible once. Please use it carefully.]

One day, I gained the power of a curse. It changes a man into a woman.

You might wonder what use such a curse could have, but three years ago, there was someone I despised enough to want to cast that curse on.

Park Si-hyun. He was a relentless bully since the first year of high school.

I was in the same class as him in the second and third years, and it drove me to suicidal thoughts. He continued to torment me.

Then, around the time of my graduation from the third year, an opportunity presented itself to me.

So, I turned him into a girl. And for about a year after that, I had my way with him.

I made a promise that I would turn him back into a man once I was satisfied, while making him play the role of a sex slave.

Afterward, I had my way with him in various ways.

At first, I caressed his breasts and vagina and kissed him. Then, one day, he started wearing bras.

When I first forced him to perform fellatio, he hated it so much that he cried, but after doing it a few times, he started licking my genitals on his own.

Once, even after becoming a girl, I had my way with him while spanking the buttocks of the girl who still acted like a bully at the private institute. That day, he cried and begged for forgiveness, saying he had done wrong.

Then, one day, when my close friend, who used to be a bully, confessed his love to me, I remember consoling him while he cried, even though I was the one who should have been consoled. After that day, I no longer hung out with the bullies. Naturally, the torment also disappeared.

As I gained more confidence, whenever my parents were away, I started calling him over to my house. Whenever I had the chance, I had my way with him. At first, he resisted, but soon he began asking when I would call him again. Eventually, having chicken, watching movies, and having sex became routine.

I’m not joking; we had sex almost every day. When I couldn’t invite him over, there were times when I went to his place instead. I went there a few times under the pretext of teaching him, and his parents never suspected a thing. His mock exam scores did improve, after all.

After that, sometimes we went to the beach and had sex secretly at night. Sometimes I made him wear a collar all day long… During that time, I thoroughly enjoyed dominating him.

Before I knew it, a year had passed. At first, I resented how he had ruined my school days, but now, my negative feelings toward him had greatly diminished.

There was no more torment, my shattered confidence had been fully restored, and somehow, I had grown taller, perhaps because I was no longer stressed.

And then, suddenly, I had this thought: maybe it’s time to just stop.

It was understandable; if I continued living recklessly, I would likely end up failing again. Of course, my grades weren’t bad right now, so if I set my mind to it, I could probably get into a decent college. But I wanted to aim for a better university.

Furthermore, I had grown tired of a life centered solely on sex. Even something enjoyable becomes tiresome when done constantly.

“You, go back to being a man.”

“What?”

So I informed him. I would let him return to being a man.

Naturally, there was no need for him to be dominated by me anymore. There would be no reason to meet either.

I felt a pang of regret, but… I felt that what I had gained over the past year was sufficient.

“Why all of a sudden…”

“I’ve had enough. And I need to start studying properly now.”

“….”

His expression looked foolish. Can’t believe it? That I’m forgiving you?

No, in some sense, it might not be me who needs to forgive, but rather he who needs to forgive me. But since he tormented me too, let’s call it even.

“I’m sorry for everything. Let’s not pretend to know each other from now on.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“….”

That day, he put on his clothes with a vacant expression and went back home. Seeing that look on his face, I immediately released the curse.

I thought I wouldn’t have to see him again. And even if I did, I wouldn’t acknowledge him.

I felt somewhat empty and bitter. He wasn’t even my lover. But for some reason, it seemed like it would be a lonely winter.

That’s what I thought.

“Hey, I came to hang out.”

But the next day, somehow, he showed up.

Still as a woman.