[Unlike us, the old man doesn’t have an Aga-bang, Gat-chan…!!]
Hey, why are you saying something so obvious with such seriousness?! I already know that much!
In the end, I had no choice but to respond to Jinzuko with half sincerity and half unbearable disgust. After all, as a middle school girl, she wouldn’t know… the secret of a man’s body…
‘…There is one.’ [Huh? There is? The old man has an Aga-bang?] ‘Yeah… In a way, it’s incredibly powerful… even more than women.’
To be honest, the term “female corruption” doesn’t quite apply to someone who has undergone TS.
I mean, no matter how much a TS person claims they’ve been “corrupted into a female,” if someone counters with, “Your body’s chromosomes are still XX, so what nonsense are you talking about?”—how would they respond?
For true “female corruption” to be a reality, there would need to be some scientifically recognized, indisputable process— like a sci-fi-style green liquid incubator technology that physically transforms someone.
Otherwise, it would just be the delusional ramblings of a self-proclaimed TS girl.
But this was different. Men, by nature—biologically speaking— are all born with a “female corruption switch.”
It doesn’t matter if they’re a ridiculously pretty trap or a hairy old man. It applies to everyone equally.
‘…But even so, I can’t do that to an innocent Korean police officer.’ [H-Huh? Then you’re going to stop…? Just let them arrest you?] ‘It’s fine.
I’m a minor and a foreigner, so it doesn’t really matter.
I just don’t want to waste unnecessary time… For now, just keep preparing, Ghost Power.’
I asked Jinzuko to continue preparing the ‘True Celestial Maiden Spirit Fist,’ while I refocused my attention on the police officer who had gotten dangerously close.
“Y-You insolent brat…! What school do you go to? I don’t recognize that uniform… Where are your parents? Do they know you’re smoking? This won’t do—I need to call your guardians…”
“…Huh?”
I widened my eyes and put on a confused expression, as if I didn’t understand a single word.
Yes, this diligent Korean police officer had committed no crimes yet.
So before I tested out the newly conceived second move of the ‘True Celestial Maiden Spirit Fist,’ I figured I should at least give this poor officer a chance.
“…Squid Game, yes??”
“Uh, huh…?”
My broken Korean momentarily caught the officer off guard.
This was an undefeated trick I had used eighteen times before in Japan. The ‘Feigning Foreigner and Making Them Uncomfortable’ technique.
‘Can’t let my guard down. In Japan, English was enough, but a Korean officer might call an MZ-generation rookie to translate.’
So instead of English, I spoke a language no average Korean could possibly understand.
Just to be sure, I threw in some Ukrainian alongside the Russian. For reference, the translation was:
“(Say ‘Putin is a son of a bit*h.’ If you can’t, your new nickname will be ‘Red Partisan.’ Got it?)”
“U-Uh…?”
After all, this was the same phrase I had said to Irina the first time we met—at that infamous freshman orientation for delinquents.
‘There’s no way he’d know this. Even if he calls in an MZ officer, it won’t help.’
Sure, a translation app would make it easy these days. But looking at this officer’s age, he probably hadn’t even considered using one yet.
He’d probably just warn me in Korean to be careful and let me go.
All I had to do was keep repeating ‘Putin is a son of a bit*h’ in Ukrainian, tilt my head, and feign ignorance with a blank expression.
Since he was still a Korean man at heart, he’d be torn between his sense of duty as an officer and his instinctive reluctance to deal with a middle school girl.
In the end, he’d run away.
There was no way this wouldn’t end in Shizuko-chan’s absolute victory.
“…Wait, is that Ukrainian?”
Huh?
“Hmmm, hold on a sec. I know someone at this massage parlor I frequent—no, I mean, a perfectly legitimate relaxation spot that families can also visit. Her name is Oks.”
O-Ok?!!
That crazy woman who was always lurking within a kilometer of me like a sniper?! Did she already move on to another old man after my death?! And with law enforcement, no less…!!
I underestimated the vibes of these Korean…!!
“Oh, she speaks fluent Korean… Sniff, officer, that white-haired brat is totally faking it… Sniff.”
“Hey, Han Seol-ah! What the hell are you—?! Hmph?!”
“…Hoo. Seems that was the case.”
Damn it! This useless little sister!!
“Alright! No running away—call your guardian. We need to have a proper talk with your parents.”
“Ah, well, um… Siiigh… I’m actually Japanese, so…”
“…Did you just roll your eyes at me? And what was that? Japanese…? Jaaapaaaneesee?”
In my past life, whenever I got flustered, I would instinctively reach for a cigarette. And now, the mere mention of “Japan” had seemingly pressed the officer’s berserk button.
I could feel the raw energy of blind anti-Japanese sentiment radiating from him.
‘Tsk, no choice! Jinzuko!’
[Yes, yes! Just finished preparing…!]
…Damn it, I really didn’t want to use this on a guy! And I definitely didn’t want to use the second move of my cute little middle school ghost technique for something like this!!
“…This is all your fault, ahjusshi!! You’re so mean!! I hate you!!”
“W-Wait! Hold on—wait, wait…! W-Wait, no—!”
I lunged forward as if I were falling, stepping right into the officer’s reach.
Unlike with Irina, I wasn’t about to just throw a punch. After all, attacking law enforcement was an incredibly stupid move.
—Tap.
Instead, I gently pressed the tip of my index finger somewhere on his abdomen.
“Whoa, that’s dangerous—suddenly falling like that, I can’t just let that slide. Now, stop fooling around and call your guardian—uh, hhh-hngghh?!”
I heard the last thing I ever wanted to hear in my life—an ahjusshi’s moan. But I knew it was over.
[…]
I mean, I didn’t come all this way just to nitpick.
Sure, she was bawling her eyes out earlier, venting all her emotions—quietly, of course—but still, after watching her slump on that bench like some aimless drifter, my anger had mostly subsided.
This is my problem.
Once I see someone suffer enough, I start thinking that’s punishment enough and go soft.
That’s probably why I ended up fussing over Iriya so much—cleaning her up, drying her off, making sure she was comfortable before putting her to sleep.
[Ohh… I see. So this is the secret technique that could captivate a whole busload of women… Noted, noted…]
—Glare!
Unlike me, who let things go easily, Jinzu kept taking every opportunity to poke fun at me, calling me a fraud in all sorts of ways. I shot her a sharp look.
“Ugh…”
But the one who flinched wasn’t Jinzu—it was Han Seol-ah, my former little sister.
Wait a second. You and Iriya are the same age.
You’re an adult now, even if only just.
So why are you getting intimidated by a middle schooler…?
“…Look up. That glare wasn’t meant for you, so don’t worry about it. Or are you scared of me? This oh-so-fragile, super☆genius♡ Japanese middle school girl?”
“N-no, that’s not…”
“Don’t you know you’re supposed to look people in the eye when you talk to them?”
I reached out to gently lift Seol-ah’s chin.
At the same time, I made sure to engrave into her mind: I’m not scary, I’m a cute and kind middle schooler~☆
“H-hiii…”
But instead of responding, my former little sister shrank even further into herself like some kind of pill bug.
“…Hey, come on. Now you’re making me sound like a bad guy.”
[Gocchan, no…]
[…That’s… classic bullying victim behavior.]
…Huh? What?
[…I know because I was like that once.]
[Your sister… she probably has some trauma related to situations like this…]
[And honestly… you kinda looked like Miu-ne just now.]
W-what? Seriously…?
[Yeah. You really looked like a bully, especially when you told her to look up. And also… um, there’s smoke coming off you right now.]
…Crap, right. This is your body.
I flicked away the cigarette from my pack, dumping it into a nearby makeshift ashtray can.
Oh yeah, I made that thing in my past life.
Seeing that it’s still here means the smokers and the non-smokers in this apartment must have reached some kind of truce, forming an unofficial smoking zone.
[Ah…]
…Why do you look disappointed? Wait, now that I think about it, isn’t this your first time smoking? Shouldn’t you be coughing?
[…Hehe.]
…Wait, this isn’t your first time, is it…?
A ghost.
A Japanese girl.
A middle schooler.
A former bullying victim.
A bit of a yandere.
A self-proclaimed model student.
A secretly pervy girl.
And now… a delinquent smoker, too…?
I mean, with that platinum blonde hair, she already looked like a full-on delinquent, but that was after I possessed her…
[Uu… you meanie.]
Saying it in such a cute voice won’t help you.
Jinzu, just how many traits do you plan on collecting?
This is like a 1+1+1+1+… nonstop personality bargain sale.
[Anyway! I think you should comfort her.]
[If this keeps up, people really might start thinking you’re a bully, Gocchan.]
“Haa… Guess I don’t have a choice.”
I let out a sigh and stood up, finally getting the chance to say one of the top ten lines on my past life’s bucket list:
” (Guess I don’t have a choice).”
“…?”
Seol-ah, curled up in a ball, peeked up at me.
She must have been completely drained, both mentally and physically, because she looked like she had fully entered ‘bullied victim mode.’
—Step.
“Hi-hik.”
As I took a step toward her, she let out a small whimper and shrank back even more.
—Slide.
When my right hand reached toward her, she clenched her eyes shut, bracing herself as if she were about to be hit.
For some reason, I felt a strange thrill rising from deep in my gut.
A sense of control.
Was this how Hogan, the thug from my middle school days, felt when he walked around with his permanently bent wrist?
Or maybe how that girl—who bullied my little sister back in middle school—felt when she made the mistake of messing with the daughter of a notorious crime boss… before I completely ruined her and her politician father’s lives?
—Pat.
Of course, I had no intention of doing anything like that.
Instead, I simply patted my former little sister’s head.
Roughly, but not unkindly.
“…What are you crying about out here?”
I spoke, a bit awkwardly.
I was the one who had told her to look people in the eye when talking, yet now I was the one looking away, scratching my cheek with an embarrassed expression.
And, as usual, I added:
“You’ll catch a cold. Let’s go inside.”
Maybe it was because I was too casual about it.
Or maybe I was too focused on Jinzu’s advice to comfort her.
“What are you waiting for? Get up.”
“…Ah…”
Seol-ah looked up at me with teary eyes.
“…O-oppa?”
Like someone trapped in darkness who had finally found a glimmer of hope.
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