The doors slid shut behind me, sealing me in a capsule with the faint tang of his cologne—cedar and something sharper, like ambition. My reflection flickered in the polished steel walls: a stranger with wide, trembling hips and breasts straining against the ruined remnants of my old life. The Guildmaster’s gaze had already carved through me before I’d even reached his office. Now, standing here in the aftermath of my transformation, I wondered if he recognized the panic cwing at my throat.

  He stood when I entered, his broad frame filling the room like a storm cloud. The mahogany desk between us might as well have been a canyon. “Ah,” he said, slow and deliberate. His eyes traced the tremors in my shoulders, the sweat glistening on my neck. “You’re… wait—who are you?”

  My hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the Guildmaster’s desk, knuckles white. The air in his office reeked of bergamot and ambition, but all I could focus on was the way my own voice fractured when I finally spoke—too high, too brittle, like wind chimes in a storm. “It’s me—S-Sungwoo,” I choked out, hating how it sounded. Like a stranger’s. My throat tightened. "My body… it's not mine anymore."

  The office room felt like a prison. My hands shook as I gripped the edges of the desk, my reflection in Sung-hyun’s polished gsses mocking me—her face staring back, curves where there should’ve been angles, lips where there was a sharp jawline. What did the system do to me?

  Kang Sung-hyun circled his desk, his gaze lingering on the shredded remnants of my shirt. Sweat slid down my spine, cold and sticky. His voice was calm, almost clinical. “Ma’am, if Sungwoo put you up to this—”

  “I’m Sungwoo!” I snapped, smming my fist on the table. The impact made my breasts jump, the motion unnervingly natural. Why does this body move like this? “Few hours ago, my system—” hesitated for a second, I wasn’t sure about mentioning my Ultimate Climber System, the ultimate cheat system. But there was no point in hiding it. “My cheat system, which allowed me to become a top ranker in the first pce, told me I failed as a host!” My voice cracked. “It transformed me! Into this!” I gestured wildly at my own body, trembling.

  Sung-hyun stilled. His eyes flickered over the exposed skin of my colrbone, the flush rising in his cheeks. “You… transformed?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my neck. “May I see?”

  I recoiled, but he gently tugged at the torn fabric, my big cleavage. My face burned. “Stop—! What are you doing?!”

  “Your system… it’s a cheat?” He traced the shredded ce, his thumb brushing my shoulder. A spark shot through me, hot and unwanted. Why does his touch feel like viotion? Or maybe it was fear—the dread of being trapped in this body forever.

  “I just wanted to climb higher,” I choked out. “To be strong. But now—” I gestured at myself again, my voice breaking. “I’m not even a man anymore.”

  Sung-hyun straightened, clearing his throat, showed me the chair. “Let’s start with what you know.” His professionalism returned, but his pupils dited when I crossed my legs, the movement emphasizing the newsworthy hips I couldn’t control. Is he disgusted? Or turned on? Either way, it made me sick.

  “I need to reverse this,” I pleaded, my voice rising. “There has to be a way!”

  He studied me, his gaze lingering on the flush in my cheeks, the sweat on my neck. For a heartbeat, I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he opened a drawer, his tone detached. “First, we’ll verify your identity.”

  I froze. “Verify? You think I’m lying?”

  “You’re telling me you’re Sungwoo,” he said ftly. “But this body… it shows the opposite. Let’s see what the system says.”

  He slid a tablet toward me, screen glowing with lines of code. My hands shook as I typed in my access details—passwords I’d memorized before the transformation. The system’s interface fshed: PLAYER NOT FOUND.

  “Eeh?” I choked. “I’m still Sungwoo inside!”

  Sung-hyun leaned back, opening his hand. “Then prove it.”

  “What? How?!”

  “You have access to Sungwoo’s account information,” he said quietly. “But the system couldn’t locate the account. That means either you are him in a new body… or you’re working with the people who killed him.” His eyes narrowed, voice sharpening. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer I call security and have you detained—for murder.”

  I stared at him, horror dawning. He thinks I’m a fraud. My chest tightened. “You’re not helping me. You’re—!”

  “Okay, fine! I can prove I’m Sungwoo!” I shot up from the chair, my fist clenched. “I’m actually forty years old, but I use beauty relics to keep myself looking young. I’m a deadbeat father to more kids than I can count. And…”—this st part caught in my throat— “I slept with your wife behind your back five years ago. We haven’t spoken since.”

  His eyes widened. I didn’t want to say any of it, but he’d forced my hand. These were things only the two of us could possibly know. We went way back—and he was the one who helped cover up the truth about my kids.

  He lowered his head, the weight of the moment sinking in. For a long while, he was silent, lost in thought. Then, slowly, he looked up with a smile—calm, composed—and finally spoke, after what felt like five agonizing minutes.

  “Okay, you made your point” he said, raising a hand. “I’ll look into reversing the transformation. But first—” He nodded at my trembling hands, my exposed skin. “Let’s get you dressed properly.”

  Had he been looking at my breasts this whole time? I shot him a gre, but he only responded with the faintest twitch of a smile. For the first time, hope flickered in my chest—fragile, dangerous, but real.

  He pressed a button on his desk, summoning his assistant. When she entered, he said, “Help her with whatever she needs.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  He didn’t respond. But as he turned away, I couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable bulge beneath his pants. Disgusting. Then I heard him mutter under his breath, almost amused, “Interesting circumstance…”

  The door clicked shut behind me. The assistant—polite, efficient, utterly unreadable—guided me to a room that resembled a female locker-room. “You can shower here if you’d like,” she said ftly. I shook my head sharply. “No thank you.” My voice cracked. I wasn’t ready to look at this body naked yet.

  I shyly asked her, “Um… Could you help me get dressed? I’m sorry but I can’t look at my body right now, please understand”

  Her eyes softened with pity—or something worse. What did she think of me? Rape victim? Victim of some corporate experiment? Either way, her tone dropped to a hushed reverence. “Of course, ma’am. I’ll help you dress.”

  I hesitated, gripping my torn shirt like a shield. “Please… I can’t… look at myself yet.” She nodded, her hands already unbuttoning my ruined blouse. The fabric slid away, and the cold air kissed my skin—stranger skin, smoother, softer. My breath hitched as her fingers brushed the waistband of my underwear. A jolt of sensation shot up my spine, electric and unwanted. Why does this feel… intimate?

  She paused, then continued, “Do you know your sizes, ma’am?” I gave a quiet shake of my head. “No… not really,” I murmured.

  “Why are you wearing men’s underwear, ma’am?” she asked, tilting her head. I flushed. “It’s… complicated.” Her lips twitched, but she didn’t press. Her tape measure slid against my hips, then my chest—then higher, tracing the curve of my nipples. A whimper escaped me. “Nghhh~” But there was no stopping it—the way her fingers lingered, the accidental pressure of her palm. My body arched instinctively, a traitorous moan slipping free. She tried to pay no attention to my sounds as she measured me but I know she too thought I was erotic.

  The bra cups tightened over my breasts, pinching cruelly. Her hands adjusted the straps, tugging me into an unfamiliar shape. A spark of heat pooled low in my belly—disgusting. “You’re a J cup,” she announced, oblivious to the flush staining my cheeks.

  She dressed me methodically: ce panties that clung like a second skin, jeans that hugged every curve, a sweater that hugged my chest warmly. When she guided me toward the mirror, her voice softened. “Turn slowly.”

  The reflection stopped my breath. A stranger stared back—curves I’d never owned, lips plush and inviting, eyes wide with a vulnerability I hadn’t known I’d buried. Tears blurred my vision. Sungwoo, I thought wildly, you’re still here. But this body… it’s not yours.

  I opened my mouth to scream, but the words died. Instead, I clutched the sweater, fabric suddenly suffocating. The assistant waited, silent, until I steadied myself. “Stunning,” she repeated. It wasn’t kindness—it was a fact.

  “Thank you,” I whispered. The words tasted like ash.

  As she left, her parting smile lingered in the air.

  I grabbed my belongings and followed her out, making my way into to the reception. I told the receptionist I was leaving and asked her to inform the Guildmaster.

  My car’s windshield was a cracked mess, but it would hold together long enough to get me somewhere I could stay the night. Ever since I lost my connection to the Awakened Window, I’d been locked out of my virtual vault—no access to my stored items, gear, or money. All I had left was whatever cash was in my wallet.

  And my apartment? Out of the question. The entrance was locked by a genetic scan, and this body definitely wasn’t passing that check.

  I slumped into the driver’s seat and let my forehead rest against the steering wheel, thoughts swirling. Who could I turn to now? I had no real friends in the awakened world. People despised me. To them, I was an arrogant bastard who thought he was better than everyone else.

  Well… I was that guy. At least, until a few hours ago.

  I needed someone who’d take me in—no questions, no judgment. Someone who wouldn’t care what had happened to me. And then it hit me.

  “Of course… why didn’t I think of him sooner? My useless little brother.”

  A few years younger than me, he lived alone on the other side of the city. He wasn’t much to look at, and he certainly wasn’t impressive as an awakened—a D-rank loser with a fat-ass body. He lived alone now, drowning in debt and mediocre noodles. Honestly, the fact that we shared the same blood was an insult to my legacy. Just his existence was enough to stain my reputation.

  I gripped the steering wheel tighter. The car’s leather seats constricted around me, suddenly suffocating. Useless. Pathetic. The words echoed in my skull—his rank, his face, the way he’d always looked up to me, even when I mocked him. Now? He might be the only one who’d listen without ughing.

  The road ahead blurred as tears pricked my eyes. “This body—” I gred at my reflection in the rearview mirror—it’s not mine. The curves were alien, achingly sensitive. My nipples tingled under thin fabric, betraying every shiver. I hated how it looked. Hated how it felt. Yet… there was a dark thrill in the way the jeans clung to my hips, how the sweater hugged the swell of my breasts. An unwanted spotlight on a body I’d never wanted.

  “Damn you,” I muttered, stepping on the gas pedal. The engine roared to life, but it felt hollow. Brother’s apartment, I was going to for help from someone I didn’t even see as a human.

  The neon sign flickered like a dying star above the dipidated complex, its cracked letters barely illuminating the peeling paint. I walked to his floor and stood in front of his door. This was the st pce I’d expected to beg for help. But here I was—still in this… body, damn it—all because my system had betrayed me.

  It was past midnight, but I knew that idiot was still up pying video games. I ringed the bell.

  …

  No response.

  “Tae-Hyun! Open up!” I yelled, but no answer. Fine. I smmed my palm against the buzzer again, longer this time, until the pstic casing dented. “TAE-HYUN! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”

  Inside, cshing sounds and muffled curses echoed. The door creaked open a sliver, revealing Tae-Hyun’s sleepless face, gsses askew and sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. “What the hell? You’re gonna wake up the entire block,” he grumbled, still hunched over from gaming.

  I stepped inside, my steps sounded like a taunt against the grimy floor. The stench of cheap takeout and unwashed sweat hit me first. God, he hadn’t changed a damn thing. “It took you long enough,” I snapped, though my voice trembled.

  Tae-Hyun froze, his eyes widening in shock as they raked over the woman before him—the swell of my breasts, the tilt of my hips… He shook his head, trying to clear the haze of confusion.

  “You—you can’t be here,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “This is my pce, and I don’t know you!”

  I met his gaze head-on, “I know you,” I said quietly. “I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

  “I am your big brother, and I need your help.” I said coldly, “A system error transformed me into a woman momentarily, and I need a pce to stay because I am locked out of my home.”

  I couldn’t tell him the whole thruth.

  He flinched, scrambling to wipe sweat off his brow. “How do I know, you are who you say?” His words were cautious.

  “How you ask?” I scoffed, gesturing at his cluttered desk—lotion bottle and toilet paper, half-empty energy drink cans, a keyboard covered dirt, posters with anime girls. “You’re still pying these garbage video games?”

  “Your fat-ass is still the same as ever, not a glimpse of improvement. I can’t believe you are the only one that can help me now, I feel like vomiting.” I said looking around his filthy one-bedroom apartment.

  “Remember high school?” I bit out, my voice low enough to slice through him. “You used to follow me everywhere, begging me to notice you. And then—” I jabbed a finger at his chest, “—you bmed me for stealing your crush. As if I gave a single shit about the feelings of some loser like you.”

  His face paled. “Y-You are him…”

  “Bingo, dumbass!” I yelled with ughter. “I'm taking over your pce for a while. And change your filthy sheets—I refuse to sleep in your disgusting sweat stains. Move it!”

  I watched with disgust as the greasy, fat pig scurried to follow my commands like a beaten dog. With a sneer, I plopped down in his chair, the metal frame groaning under my now big bottom. Reaching over to the cluttered table, I snatched up his half-empty soda can and start drinking it. The loser really was a spineless pushover—he couldn't even muster a whimper of protest as I took over his pathetic little room. What a joke.

  “Now give me a clean shirt, and then get the hell out of my sight,” I commanded in a voice dripping with disgust. “Go cry yourself to sleep on the couch in the living room. I don't want to see your ugly face until morning.”

  The pathetic loser stuttered out a weak protest. “B-But my game…”

  I cut him off, “I don’t care, fuck off!”

  Once he had left, I changed my clothes and carefully folded the ones the assistant had given me. I pced them neatly on the counter, appreciating their cleanliness after the chaos.

  With a satisfied groan, I flopped onto the creaky bed. “Aaah, finally I can get some goddamn rest,” I mumbled to myself, my heavy eyelids already drifting shut. Within moments, I was asleep.