Since I Became a Woman, I’ll Do Cosplay - Chapter 93

Perhaps the word “luxuriant” fits her well.

With two hands grasping the wooden desk, Chae Arin’s eyes sparkled as she looked over the equipment that Hayoon had painstakingly installed herself, including the main body and monitor.

People in the arts, particularly those in the artistic field among the liberal arts, tend to be very particular about their equipment.

Because the quality of equipment is crucial not just for performance but also for physical health—like wrists and lower backs—the practitioners in the art field naturally develop a discerning eye for gear.

And this was no different for Chae Arin, who, from a young age, had been buying equipment that suited her personal preferences while earning a wage from Hayoon.

“Look at the monitor quality… and surely, a top-tier graphics card is tucked in there too. Oh, yes it must be… The keyboard is a tactile-less model, and the portable monitor is perfectly aligned parallel to the main one.”

Should we liken her to a fish finding water?

Or a little kid in a Nintendo store?

With eyes practically drooling, Chae Arin surveyed the setup on Hayoon’s desk, arranged according to Hayoon’s preference.

‘I keep wanting to touch it…’

Observing the unguarded back of Chae Arin, Hayoon felt a surge of playfulness.

For quite some time now—longer than half a year—Hayoon had been deliberately keeping skin contact with Chae Arin subtle, ensuring that Arin would remain under her lead.

However, this cautious approach couldn’t last forever.

Considering their slow progression, it was about time to pick up the pace, Hayoon thought.

Given that they weren’t in school, she felt it was acceptable to take things a step further.

‘After all, this was a gap she exposed herself, not my fault, right?’

Moving behind Arin naturally, Hayoon slid her hand underneath the skirt that scarcely covered the bottom half of her posterior.

If she extended her hand just a little further, she could grasp that luxuriant mass, but she chose not to.

‘Today, I’ll just stroke.’

Advancing too rashly was bound to lead to failure, as had been the case with Hong Seohyun.

Seohyun’s intense desire to touch had caused her to press Hayoon too hard, resulting in a situation where she only glanced nervously and avoided contact.

In contrast, things were different between Hayoon and Chae Arin.

“Ugh…”

Chae Arin shuddered slightly at the nearing touch, but offered no resistance.

“You apologized before, right?”

“Are you talking about something from the past? This isn’t because of that. I’m doing this because I want to touch you, sister.”

“That can’t be true. That was my mistake back then, wasn’t it?”

Chae Arin had tried to touch Hayoon, faced a strong rebuke, and tearfully apologized.

This was significant.

Hong Seohyun had distanced herself because she mistakenly believed her own actions had ruined her relationship with Hayoon, whereas Chae Arin had experienced a more forceful kind of skin contact without warning, which backfired on her. As a result, she tearfully pleaded with Hayoon and took responsibility for the incident. She stayed on, believing she was still atoning for that day.

“I simply like touching sister’s body. And sister can touch mine as well. It’s like an equal exchange. Girls play like this, don’t they?”

“No, that’s not true…”

“But sister, didn’t you want to play like this with me? You did, and when I touched you forcefully, you ended up crying. So now I’m going first, ensuring I don’t make you cry, okay?”

“No… I…”

Unable to utter a word beyond that.

Chae Arin, still burdened with guilt, made Hayoon feel very content.

Like giving praise, Hayoon whispered into her ear,

“Then, please get used to it. I want to keep playing these kinds of games with sister in the future. If you don’t like retaliation, you’ll have to get used to it. That’s all.”

“…”

In response to this, there was only a soft sigh.

Not doing anything more than gently caressing her palm beneath the skirt.

Without meeting Hayoon’s face, perhaps unwilling to show her expression, Chae Arin fixed her eyes on the monitor straight ahead.

Given the lack of resistance, Hayoon knew exactly what she had to do.

Providing enough stimulation but not enough to lose control.

After about ten minutes of softly caressing Chae Arin’s pale skin, Hayoon’s hand finally withdrew, and Chae Arin let out a breath she had been holding, “Haaa…”

Hayoon didn’t touch Chae Arin more than twice in a day.

This was the signal of the end, understood intuitively by Chae Arin as a sigh of relief.

—

Though there were some light-hearted moments, Chae Arin’s move-in was a success.

The best part? Food-related concerns were partially resolved.

“The kimchi is delicious, Mom.”

“Mom…?”

“To your elder sister’s mother, you could at least say something respectful, right?”

“But that sounds…”

Feeling something amiss with the title, Chae Arin tilted her head as Hayoon ate the kimchi sent by her mother with white rice made from Chae Arin’s father’s delivery.

This was a kind of housewarming gift.

Hayoon had set up an electric rice cooker and microwave for convenience, and the Arin’s parents had sent this present, remembering that detail.

Unable to let such generosity go to waste, Hayoon, leveraging years of experience in solo dining, made a pot of rice and enjoyed kimchi-covered white rice for dinner.

Additional side dishes would have been nice, but good kimchi can turn a simple bowl of rice into a joyful meal.

Having finished her first bowl, Hayoon rinsed the bowl in the sink. Chae Arin, who had been tilting her head, also swiftly finished her meal and placed her dishes in the sink.

“Where are you going? To brush your teeth.”

“Huh?”

“If you don’t brush after meals, your teeth decay. And tooth decay isn’t something to joke about; it causes immense stress. Of course, you need to brush.”

Following Hayoon, who oddly resembled a mother figure, Chae Arin began brushing her teeth.

“Your height… and chest, too…”

In the mirror, Hayoon appeared in a pink sleepwear set with a heart pattern, a white shirt, and her black bra subtly showing. As she moved her arms while brushing, her oversized chest swayed left and right, as if performing some kind of mesmerizing hypnosis.

Realizing her gaze had lingered, Chae Arin quickly turned away from the mirror.

“My height keeps growing…”

Chae Arin’s height had plateaued at 166.88cm.

“Too tall…”

In contrast, Hayoon’s height was unknown but seemingly still growing. Was she about 168 cm now? How much taller would she grow? Would Chae Arin eventually have to look up?

Lost in these thoughts, toothbrushing was completed.

—

With the meal and o*al hygiene taken care of, it was time for work. With the weekend ahead, they could work through the night and continue the following day.

Heading back to the workspace after exiting the bathroom, Chae Arin was about three meters away when—

“Hey…”

“…”

Hayoon’s hand reached out, aiming for Chae Arin’s backside. Lately, Hayoon had seemingly developed a taste for touching her there, doing so at least once a day. The prior contact was as brief as a staccato.

In thinly clad training pants, Chae Arin’s touchable form prompted Hayoon to tease lightly. She tapped and playfully patted her bottom.

Following Hayoon’s playful gesture—

“Are you going to keep doing this…?”

Chae Arin pouted, questioning how long this would go on. However, the very question itself held no meaning as it only served to provoke Hayoon further.

Hayoon swiftly hastened her steps, wrapping her arms around Chae Arin from behind.

“Mom!”

A shrill scream.

But no one was around to help. Their only rescuer, Hong Seohyun, was inside the soundproof booth, living as Scarlet.

So, there was no interruption.

“Haaa…”

Now taller and with a fuller chest than Chae Arin, Hayoon pressed against her back and breathed heavily.

Then, she lightly placed her lips on the back of Chae Arin’s neck, a soft kiss echoing in the room.

“Who started it first? Let’s stop then.”

“B-but…”

Chae Arin’s weak point exposed, she couldn’t escape.

“If you keep resisting like this, I’ll go even further.”

A subtle threat, causing Chae Arin to shudder. However, perhaps the situation matched her preferences, as her breathing quickened…

“Let’s just do the work. We need to create a virtual setup to bring in new VTubers to the company.”

“Huh?”

“Why?”

“Oh, oh…”

For some reason, Hayoon didn’t escalate further.

This marked the biggest difference between Hong Seohyun and Hayoon—her innate ability to naturally adjust the pace of their interactions, whether consciously or not.

And Hayoon was capable of this.