Chapter 2: Throwing Stones

Humans are creatures who are very shameful.

If you just look outside the window, you can see people wearing several layers of clothes.

If humans really didn’t have much shame, they would all walk around naked.

Only people who walk around naked outside throw rocks at me.

Because they don’t want to show their naked bodies.

Because they don’t want to show their true selves.

Humans are creatures who change clothes that cover their bodies and masks that cover their hearts several times a day.

Furthermore, clothes require material consumption, but masks that cover their hearts don’t require material consumption.

If we could embody all the masks of the hearts that humans have used and collect them, wouldn’t it be bigger than a planet?

It’s not easy to find out or uncover human masks to that extent.

Think about it.

Is there anyone in Starfrost Academy who knows that a strange guy has possessed Lee Seo-yeon’s body?

Of course not.

How would they know? I’ve never revealed anything.

No, there was no need to go this far.

Doesn’t Kim Soo-ho know that his childhood friend is being bullied by girls who like him?

Kim Soo-ho probably only knows that the power of the girls following him is not ordinary, but he can’t even imagine that they are using that power to bully his childhood friend.

The mask the girls show in front of Kim Soo-ho is that of a good angel, not an evil devil.

If Kim Soo-ho knew, there’s no way he would leave his childhood friend, Lee Seo-yeon, in this state.

Our protagonist, who has a strong sense of justice and can’t stand injustice, wouldn’t be able to tolerate his childhood friend being bullied.

I decided not to assume that Kim Soo-ho knows or is putting up with it.

If that assumption is true, I feel so bad for Lee Seo-yeon.

She entered the academy with only Kim Soo-ho in mind, ignoring her own illness of maladjustment to magic.

But the person she’s in love with knows that she’s being bullied and ignores it.

Shakespeare’s four major tragedies wouldn’t be sadder than this.

“···.”

Just now, a question flashed through my head as to whether Shakespeare’s four great tragedies had the same meaning as the tragedy I was thinking of.

But I decided to simply ignore it.

No one was watching my thoughts.

I was just muttering to myself.

There was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Ignorance was not a sin.

It was wrong to not try to learn something you don’t know.

So why am I suddenly talking nonsense?

Well, it was because I was seriously contemplating what kind of uniform I should wear to the academy today.

“······What should I wear.”

It was really the dilemma of my life.

Should I wear pants or a skirt as my bottom today?

When I thought about it logically, I thought skirts would be right.

The recommended attire for the female students at Starfrost Academy, where I attend, was the uniform skirt.

As I said earlier, all the female students I could see through the window were wearing skirts.

In fact, I had worn a skirt to school several times since I was possessed, so it was true that my aversion to skirts had decreased a lot compared to before.

However, I still feel some kind of physiological rejection.

It seems like I haven’t completely transformed into the character of Lee Seo-yeon yet.

If it were the original Lee Seo-yeon, I would have chosen and worn a skirt without any hesitation,

but since I still can’t do that, I wonder if I’ll end up like the female depravity I’ve only heard about.

In my head, I’m thinking, ‘No, I’m a man!’ while my body changes into an honest form.

Just like in a typical TS novel.

“······This is horrible.”

I shuddered at the thought that such a future could really come.

The main character, Kim Soo-ho’s appearance and personality were so amazing that I had to worry about such a future.

With his bluish black hair and clear blue eyes that matched his hair so well.

Kim Soo-ho was the kind of person who made me wonder why the orphanage I and Kim Soo-ho were not trafficked in the first place.

Now that I think about it, that’s true.

Why weren’t Kim Soo-ho and Lee Seo-yeon kidnapped or trafficked?

Judging from Kim Soo-ho’s flashbacks in the novel, the orphanage didn’t seem like a particularly good place.

······Well, if the main character is trafficked from the start, isn’t that a harem academy story, not a run-down story?

I think it might be the writer’s skill in accurately judging which novels readers will enjoy.

Readers always prefer fun harem academy stories to depressing ones.

This was an unchanging rule.

Back to the main topic, Kim Soo-ho was handsome enough to make you suspect he was a human trafficker.

And what about his personality?

As I said, Kim Soo-ho is a typical protagonist.

It’s only natural that women are attracted to someone like this.

It’s also only natural that many heroines follow Kim Soo-ho around.

People are drawn to outstanding people regardless of gender.

The person who fits the name ‘Soo-ho’ better than anyone else.

That was Lee Seo-yeon’s childhood friend.

“······What’s the point of that?”

Although such an outstanding person couldn’t protect his childhood friend who was his closest friend.

In fact, I wondered what the point of all these thoughts was.

Is there really any point in distinguishing Lee Seo-yeon from the original Lee Seo-yeon and me now?

If someone who doesn’t know the circumstances saw it, I would just be ‘Lee Seo-yeon’, the childhood friend of the original protagonist.

Anyway, it turned out that it was impossible for me to escape from here.

The fact that I would die in 100 days remains unchanged.

Maybe I am just Seo-yeon Lee.

But if I had to categorize, I would say Seo-yeon Lee whose thoughts are a bit strange.

The fact that I am seriously thinking about this in my head means that I am not normal.

······It’s a bit sad.

It means that I admit that I am not normal.

But, well, I have nothing to say.

Let’s just move on.

“······Wear a skirt.”

After thinking about it for almost 20 minutes, I ended up choosing a skirt.

When I calculated the risk and return of a skirt and pants, I thought that people would look at me strangely if I wore pants rather than a skirt.

I lightly put down my pride as a man(?) and started getting dressed.

*

After getting dressed, I checked the time and it was already 8:20.

Starfrost Academy’s school start time is 8:30, so I actually had 10 minutes left.

When on earth did the time get like this?

I woke up at 7 for morning roll call.

Although there was a huge debate between skirts and pants in the middle, it actually took over an hour to prepare.

Why do women’s clothes require so much attention and care?

Maybe we should respect the female students who don’t show up late to school.

Right?

Even underwear, not just one, but two.

Every day when I have to go to school, I have to repeat this.

But that doesn’t mean I belong to any particular group.

I like men.

······Well, isn’t that it?

It seems like I really like men.

Of course, if you only look at it from the outside, it’s normal to like men.

But if I shout that I like women like this, it seems a bit abnormal.

“···.”

After thinking about it for another minute or so, I decided to give up because I thought I’d really be late if I kept going like this.

No matter what, I can’t be late.

I’m already hurting because I’m being bullied.

I don’t want to get picked on by the teachers.

If I thought about it any longer, I felt like I’d literally turn into a crazy b*tch.

What does the uniform or the gender I like matter?

In the end, after 100 days, everything will become meaningless.

Everything loses meaning after death, and I will be dead soon.

Squeak—

After leaving the best quote of my life that would make even Socrates cry, I turned the doorknob to really escape the dark room.

“···.”

“Hello······.”

And then I met the heroine number 2 in front of the door.

The expression on heroine number 2’s face was unmistakably ‘Why are you here?’.

She probably didn’t expect that the girl she was bullying would suddenly jump out through the dorm room door that was suddenly open.

That’s why she reflexively stopped greeting everyone except me, which she usually did.

“···.”

A suffocating silence separated by a door.

It was like meeting a childhood friend of 10 years on a blind date, and the cold sweat was running down my face.

I thought that if I stayed like this any longer, I would die from suffocation sooner than my remaining 100 days, let alone being late.

“Which do you prefer, pants or a skirt?”

“······Huh?”

“I was curious. I thought maybe that’s why you were late.”

I blurted out the thoughts that had been constantly swirling around in my head.

No, well.

She could have been late because she was debating whether to wear pants or a skirt.

It’s not such a crime to worry about that.

“···.”

Of course, I don’t know exactly what heroine number 2, who was making a rotten expression in front of me, was thinking.

At least that’s what I thought.

Only those who were debating between a skirt and pants should throw rocks at me.