Chapter 1 – Compression Bandages to Cover the Chest

Tack, Tack, Tack.

The room was filled with only the sound of diligent tapping on the keyboard between the faint words of the song.
Under the hands playing with the backspace and letter keys, and the spacebar and enter keys.
Under the brightly lit lights, the computer screen was filling up the word writing screen with letters.
The moment the song stops and the next song starts.

“Whoa-.”

After the final on-dot and enter, the hands that were tapping the keyboard stopped.
Leaning comfortably on the backrest, I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead.

The regressor has everything.

The manuscript I was just writing was the last episode of my novel with that title.

“At las…”

Her body had been drained of energy until just now, but the corners of her mouth twitched.
When I think that I have finished a work, I feel like I am filled with joy.

“It’s over!”

I was so happy that I involuntarily screamed in the room.
Excluding the ones that were used throughout the year or as studies, the joy seemed to be greater because it was the first completed work.

Self-inflicted disaster, used as a common name for a work in the author world.
The sense of liberation of finishing the so-called Sbuljae for the first time was greater than I thought.
The energy overflowing my body made me rise up and go to bed.

“Oh, it’s so fucking hard…”

In fact, it was just that my body was overloaded for a while because I felt so good that I forgot my current state.
I didn’t recover my lost stamina for writing a work, so as soon as I lay down on the bed, I started to fall asleep.

Ah.
I almost forgot something important.
Before I went to sleep, I almost forgot to send my roughly finished manuscript to the editor.

Fortunately, thanks to a program that works with a smartphone, I was able to send the manuscript to the editor while lying in bed.
3 hours before the roughly promised deadline, after confirming that the mail had been sent successfully, I fell asleep as if I was falling asleep.

How much time has passed like that
Beep beep beep-! Beep beep beep-!
The alarm on my phone woke me up and I fumbled with my hand to where I had left my phone.

“Uh…”

What time did you go to bed yesterday?
I’m sure I remember until I finished the last manuscript…

“And.”

When I opened my inbox, the reply mail from the editor was already in my inbox.
I heard that the deadline I promised with the editor was 9:00 PM, and if I sent the email 3 hours before that, I would have sent it before 6:30 PM at the latest.
When I saw the mail that came back in just three and a half hours, I immediately exclaimed.

“No, this person doesn’t even get off work?”

Considering that it is 6:00 a.M., I must have worked on my manuscript until late last night without leaving work.
I was amazed and at the same time thought that I was an idiot.
The editor’s salary isn’t that high, so what’s the point of working overtime?

‘Eh, it’s not something I care about.’

If you do this, one of your works will disappear, so you could have volunteered to work overtime.
We met on a business basis anyway.
I wanted to find out if the editor was working overtime or not.

“Whoa.”

When I came out, the autumn dawn wind felt quite cold now.
Certainly, when I went into the last part, it was something moist and sticky rather than cool.
I took a small breath in and exhaled a long one, wondering if the season had changed like this before I knew it.

As I walked out of the apartment, I was greeted by trees dyed red just before the leaves fell.
Let’s go past those trees and go up the road.
The center of the lake park, which I used to come to when I couldn’t remember the next content of the work, began to show me its wide appearance.

Although it was a different feeling to come to this place, which I used to come to when it was stuffy, after the work was completed.
Now I started to feel frustrated in a different way at the thought of what I wanted to write.

You might be wondering what kind of stuff you are talking about when you just finished a work.
That’s what the original writer is.
Worrying about what to write next, whether or not there is something to write right now, was always in the corner of a writer’s mind.

“Oh man! I finished yesterday, what are you thinking!”

I came out on purpose to change my mood, but I realized that I was thinking about my next project.
I tried to change my mood by stretching vigorously.
Just ignorantly running along the lakeside.

Sometimes it just runs in my head like this.
The clothes I was wearing were also sweats, so I just ran randomly without thinking to forget about unnecessary writing.

“Ha, ha…”

It’s fortunate that today was our annual holiday.
It’s crazy I couldn’t have tried otherwise, but I ran.
It was only when I was out of breath that I stopped, approached a nearby flat and lay down on my back.

“Yes. I finished it today, you bastard Lee Soo-hyun.”

As if telling him not to think in vain, he smiled as if he was reading it himself.

As soon as I said that, a feeling of great elation began to fill me in an instant.
This feeling I’m feeling right now.
A sense of liberation was filling up in my body that I might have felt when I left the company I had previously worked for to write, or when I said, ‘Now I have so much time to write!’
Of course, it was a little different from that time.

“Kyaha, this is Yasu.”

Unlike a company where you can quit at any time if you get angry, the project that you have been confined to for the past year and two months has ended, so there is a strong feeling that you have been freed from the shackles.
I felt like I could do anything other than write right now.

“Shall we go to the sea to catch fish? Shall we go to the mountains to catch fish?”

I roughly washed and came out of the house, and to maximize this sense of liberation, I also took the car keys.
When I went downstairs, I usually cursed at him for not being able to go out.
Today, for some reason, our beige-colored little Boong-Boong, who is very lovely, is still standing in the same spot he set it up yesterday.

“Come on, let’s go!”

Anywhere but not at home is fine.
Anywhere is good as long as it’s not a company!
With that thought, I stepped on the accelerator and got out of the parking lot.

“…Uh?”

The last memory of my previous life was turning my head stupidly at the sound of a truck horn coming from the side as soon as I came out to the side of the main road.
Because my Boong-Bung wasn’t strong enough to withstand that gigantic body.

“Ah.”

I just thought it was dead.
Back in the world of my art.

– Author, hello. At one time, I was a reader who eagerly read the author’s work.

I opened my eyes and wrote it down in my notebook.
That was until I checked the phrase that started with that word.

*

I don’t know how many days have passed since then.
As a human like me, I am not the type of person who pays particular attention to time, so to me time is work days and days off.
And since I was a super-simple human being who divided the time I worked, the time I wrote, and the time I slept.
In addition, I was so embarrassed that I didn’t even pay attention to the day I became possessed for the first time.

“Ha.”

So now I was facing the new me in the mirror.
When I saw the blue eyes facing me, I sighed.
More than anything else, the fact that I had to enter a male academy with a female body was so bleak.

This woman in the mirror, with her black hair and blue eyes, was very beautiful.
So, in a way, it was a more dangerous body to blend into the male society.

My name is Seoha Lee.
In the original setting, he was a male being.
So, as a person who met the main character who was a man and a regressor, worked as a helper in the early and middle half, and sacrificed himself while protecting the main character.
Originally, an existence that had to enter the male academy.

However, at the age of full blood, the beautiful woman among them is a very good existence to lead the psychology of many men.
Then you might ask if it’s okay to go to the women’s academy.
Obviously, the storyline in the work was carried out on the premise that Seoha Lee would enter the male academy.

– Author, hello! At one time, I was a reader who eagerly read the author’s work.

I opened the drawer and unfolded the notebook containing the letter that seemed to be addressed to me.
Such a letter sent to me by someone who described himself as just a reader, without revealing who he was.

– The day after tomorrow, I heard that the regressor you wrote ends after having everything.

Of course, if it had ended in this next sentence, I would have looked at this letter whenever I felt energized.

– Of course, as a reader, I’m very happy! It was a work I enjoyed watching, and it was a valuable work that made me aware of the author’s existence.

Because up to this point, it would have been a kind of thanks that readers could send to the author, thanking them for finishing the work safely.

– But I guess I couldn’t stand watching my life’s work come to an end.

The problem started from here.
My work.
So, the sentences that I could be sure that I had entered the world of ‘regressor has everything’.

– So I wanted to see your work again, so I dragged you into this world.
– Just in case, you’d better not try to find me. I can watch you everywhere, but you won’t find me anywhere.
– But I won’t be too desperate, so can I share a hopeful story with you? If you see the end of this world, then you can go back.
– So I hope you show the most perfect end more than ever. Then I’ll be back! Write it down, writer!

I read until the last sentence and closed the note.
It’s not enough to destroy a person’s life, even to make it a woman.
This guy tells me I’ll never find him.
I am a do-it-yourself person.

Resolving that someday I will definitely find you and make you pay dearly for everything you did to me.

“Ha, fuck…”

Spit out disgust
In fact, the urgent issue right now is not that letter.

‘What should I do?’

Me.
So, I have to go to a male academy for Lee Seo-ha, not Lee Soo-hyun. How do I do this?
I couldn’t have a more pressing problem than this.

Do you enter the male academy dressed as a man to use the progress of the work and the things I know?
Or, according to the setting of the story, do you reveal that you have become a woman before entering?

In the case of the former, my life would be difficult.
Even though she is attached to the main character who is supposed to be a ruthless regressor.
You will be able to properly use what I described in the original work.
In the case of the latter, there was an advantage that it would just make my life a little easier.

Of course, thinking that far, the worries didn’t last long.
In my hand was a compression bandage to cover my chest.
An essential means to make Lee Seo-ha, a woman, look like a man.

Men can have long hair, and he has a pretty face. You just have to dress neutrally and look like a pretty man.
However, there is no way to answer it other than hiding this chest by suppressing its existence.
A woman’s heart wouldn’t be like that.

“Ha ha, damn it.”

In order to survive.
I had to do something.
Because I had to choose the surest and safest way to survive.

“Ha.”

It was an unavoidable choice.
Even if life becomes comfortable, if you die, it’s a joke.
Even if life is going to be difficult, it is right to choose the path that will ensure survival.

After thinking about it like that, I didn’t even put on my underwear by playing with my hands.
The bandage began to slowly press down on her breasts, which boasted a sense of desirable volume.
As if the days of practice weren’t in vain, with very skillful hands.