Chapter 3: I don’t want to go to the academy….. But the clothes are pretty nice.
âShould I just say I donât want to go outside?â
Itâs partly my selfish desire and the kind of life I want.
But no matter how I look at it, thereâs no way this character lives such a lazy life, so I couldnât find the words to say.
âJiyeon⌠Why donât you want to go to the academy?
Is something wrong?â
As I stalled for time, Mom grabbed my hand, looking worried.
âT-That⌠AhhhâŚâ
Maybe because sheâs the heroineâs mom, she looks like sheâs in her 20s despite being over 40, maybe even 50, without a single wrinkle.
The problem is, even though I was surrounded by girls back in my world, Iâd freeze up and turn into a complete mess whenever I had to talk rationally with them.
And that applied to Mom, who was holding my hand right now.
A beautiful woman is holding my hand, looking at me with concern.
It was too much for me to handle.
And the fact that this beautiful woman is my mom, and that Iâm making her worry over something others would dismiss as nonsense, made me want to bolt from this situation right now.
âMom. Come here for a moment.â
âHuh? Why? âŚOh.â
Just then, my brotherâHan Jihyeok, ugh, why does his name have to be the same as my real brotherâs? So annoying.
Anyway, thanks to him calling her, Momâs attention shifted from me to him.
Her hand naturally let go of mine, and I escaped that crisis.
âThank goodnessâŚâ
Seriously, this whole thing was starting to hit me hard.
Why did I have to be possessed into a novel I know nothing about, as the heroine no less, and go through all this crap from day one?
I felt so sorry for my pathetic life.
âJiyeon.â
âY-Yes?!â
Lost in those thoughts, I jumped when Mom suddenly called my name and looked at her.
âIs it⌠maybe because of that recent incident?â
ââŚWhat?â
Her words sent my brain into overdrive, trying to process what she meant.
âSheâs 20, the same age as you. Seeing news like that could make anyone worry⌠My poor daughter, with such a soft heartâŚâ
ââŚ??â
Still full of questions, I saw Jihyeok showing Mom something behind her back.
It was news about a 20-year-old woman who took her own life after being assaulted by a vampire.
âŚA chill ran through my body.
Could that happen to me too?
Before worrying about the protagonist, do I need to worry about stuff like this?
My whole body trembled like a leaf, and I nodded more desperately than ever.
The house really feels like the safest place.
The outside world is too dangerous.
Too many risks of becoming a victim.
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Despite Momâs intense persuasion, I couldnât escape the story before it even started.
âHaaâŚâ
What do I do?
Seeing that weird news made me even more scared to go to the academy.
And whatâs worse, after Momâs convincing, I started thinking the academy might actually be worth going to?
That scared me even more.
It felt like my neck was being squeezed by the fear that I might turn into one of those heroines in no time.
Look, Iâve read a ton of TS and harem stories.
Iâve seen so many novels where the heroine gets possessed and, with a momentâs carelessness, ends up in a full-on harem route.
âŚThat wonât happen to me, right?
No way.
Itâs just a novel, not reality.
Anyway, Iâm packing my uniform now.
Since I found out the academy starts in a week, I figured itâs best to prepare it in advance.
The top is a white dress shirt with a blue tie and a brown cardigan.
The bottom isâŚ
ââŚDo I really have to wear this?â
A skirt.
And it looks a bit short.
Back in my world, some kids went to school without wearing their uniforms.
Couldnât I do that too?
But Iâm not as bold as those kids, so I quietly packed the skirt.
While packing the uniform, I suddenly got an urge.
ââŚShould I try it on?â
I sneaked a glance at myself in the mirror.
Maybe looking in the mirror would feel less embarrassing, like customizing a character in a game?
With that thought, I acted on it immediately.
And after putting it on, my reaction wasâŚ
âUgh, itâs so my typeâŚâ
The shirt and cardigan were a bit oversized, giving an overfit look that I loved.
But the way my chest stood out in the loose clothes was too much my type, which just annoyed me more.
âI donât want to go to the academyâŚ
But the clothes are kinda nice.â
I was shocked at how naturally those words came out.
It made me sound like an actual girl.
âDonât get it twisted, Han Jiyeon.
Youâre definitely a guy.
You have to live as a woman now, but youâve got to stick to a no-romance life as a man.â
If I stayed like this any longer, my embarrassment would only grow.
So I quickly took off the uniform and put on a hoodie long enough to reach my legs.
As expected, the characterâs outfit was too much for me.