Chapter 4: The protagonist who never fells for a female(revised on October 3).

Weee-oo, weee-oo.

My head buzzed as if a siren were blaring inside it. Like flooring the accelerator, my blood surged in an instant.

My cheeks burned, my breathing quickened. A tingling itch in my lower abdomen grew into a throbbing, oppressive desire.

“What’s this? All of a sudden—ah…!”

My voice changed. As I collapsed, panting out fevered sounds, my breaths grew shallower, my voice dripping with something sultry.

“No, fck, Lager Godin! Min Jisoo, you perverted writer…!”

How could anyone create a character like this? While I reeled in shock, my body kept heating up relentlessly.

Female corruption.

As the term implied, my body wasn’t just becoming “female” but was rapidly heightening its sensitivity to revel in “feminine” pleasure.

To control my hypersensitive body, I grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried my face in it, biting down hard.

“Hnnnggg!!!”

It hadn’t even been a day since I became this body. I hadn’t even had time to shower, let alone fully understand this form.

I couldn’t let myself pant like a beast in heat.

Sinking into primal urges, unable to control my body, was no different from an animal in estrus. My stomach tingled, and an unsettling sensation grew between my thighs, but I resolved to endure it.

“Huff, huff…!”

This effect had to end sometime!

Gritting my teeth, I crawled on the floor, clenching my fists. My platinum blonde hair, now soaked with sweat, clung to my cheeks and neck.

As I ground my teeth.

Bzzz, bzzz.

The phone in my skirt pocket vibrated.

My oversensitive body jolted with a “Hik!” at the faint tremor, but I hurriedly grabbed the phone.

Only one person would call now.

Lager Godin.

“Hey, hurry up and co—”
“Help me! Dude, help me!!”

My plea made Lager’s voice turn urgent.

“What’s wrong? What happened!”
“My body, it’s acting weird, like—hnnng?!”
“What? What’s that sound?”

Naturally, Lager couldn’t grasp it, so I shouted into the phone.

“Your shitty female corruption setting is driving me insane, you jerk!!”
“Female… what?!”

Finally catching on, Lager sounded flustered.

“Why female corruption all of a sudden? Are you crazy?”
“That’s my line! Get here and do something. I can’t take it anymore!”
“Wait, I’m coming! What floor?”
“Seventh! Room 713!”

Over the phone, I heard wind and rapid breathing. He was running. The sound paused with the ding of an elevator.

The call cut off.

Probably a weak signal in the elevator.

Then.

“Ale! Ale!! Yujin!!”

Bang, bang, bang.

Lager arrived in a flash, pounding on the door. I tried to get up and head to the entrance, but…

“Hiyah?!”

Shockingly, the mere friction of my thighs as I stood sent overwhelming pleasure coursing through me, and my legs gave out, collapsing me to the floor.

Crash.

The sound of my fall made Lager’s knocking more frantic.

“Hey, Ale! Cha Yujin!!”

I was losing it. Just the slight rub of my thighs brought mind-numbing pleasure.

Is this what a woman’s body is like? It was incomparable to male masturbation.

This couldn’t go on. I might be treated like a lunatic, but I had to do something.

So I shouted.

“Hey, just break the door down!!”
“Break… it?!”
“Bust it open!”

Easier said than done. Doors are sturdier than you’d think. Especially not a wooden room door but a metal entrance—

Crunch!

With a heavy thud, a fist-shaped dent appeared next to the door lock.

Bang!

A second precise strike deepened the dent.

One more punch would likely punch a hole through the metal door.

Lager, confirming this, shouted from the other side.

“Ale!! Get to the wall! Can you move?”
“Ugh, I’ll try!”

I desperately crawled to the wall, leaning against it, and yelled.

“I’m clear!!”
“Here I gooo!”

With a long yell and a BOOM, almost simultaneously, a metal plate from the door, crumpled in the shape of a fist, flew off, hit the window frame, and clattered to the floor.

Lager reached through, unlocked the door, and flung it open.

“Yujin, Cha Yujin!”

Rushing in without even taking off his shoes, Lager quickly assessed the situation.

Messy hair, sweat-drenched face, oddly sultry breaths, and wet eyes.

Lager, biting his lip and hesitating, cautiously asked.

“Are you, like, turned on by your body and… doing stuff?”
“No, you idiot!!”

It might look that way, but it was so unfair to me.

Then.

[Ultimate goal duration has expired.]
[‘Female corruption’ state has ended.]
[Destroyed settings have been restored.]

Thankfully, the curse’s time was up, announced by the voice in my head.

“Uh… Ale. You okay?”

Seeing me still flushed and panting, Lager sighed with a low hum.

“Take a warm shower. You need to change clothes too.”
“Shower, yeah… gotta do that. Right.”
“Wait. Sorry.”
“What—ah?!”

Before I could ask, Lager slid one arm under my knees and the other around my shoulders, scooping me up in a princess carry.

Caught off guard, blushing and held by a prince, I stared up at him.

“…I warned you about treating me like a girl. Genital attack incoming.”

I shot him a murderous glare, but his scoff showed it didn’t faze him.

“Helping you out, and you still complain. Weren’t you begging me to come?”
“No, I mean…”
“So you’re mad I showed up?”
Seeing Lager’s sulky, almost pouting face, I decided not to push further.

“…Thanks.”

He dropped everything to rush here for me, after all.

Lager carefully carried me to the bathroom. The small space had a toilet and shower stall, perfect for one person.

“I’ll grab clothes and a towel. Start washing.”
“You’re gonna come in while I’m showering?”
“Don’t be dramatic. You’re a girl now. I was a girl until yesterday.”
“I was a guy until yesterday!”
“But you’re a girl now. What’s wrong with a girl seeing another girl’s body?”
“It’s not that simple! It feels like I, with a guy’s mind, am showing my naked body to you, who has a girl’s mind!”

It’s barely been half a day since my chest got heavy and my lower half felt empty. Thinking this is normal is what’s weird, you jerk.

Then.

“What’s this commotion!”

Stomp, stomp.* A girl with light purple hair tied up like a flight attendant stormed into my room, followed by several others wearing armbands like hers.

The neat, light purple-haired girl with sharp, single-lidded eyes framed by long lashes blinked and surveyed the scene.

A fist-sized hole in the door. A trembling girl leaning against the bathroom wall. A male cadet standing in front of her.

In the girls’ dorm.

After assessing the situation, she glanced at my student ID around my neck and declared.

“Ale Chloe. Lager Godin. You two are referred to the disciplinary committee for violating school rules.”

…Why me?