[TL: Crazy idea we get an erotic novel to top of NovelUpdates rankings.]

Shoving aside the shock of having turned into a woman, I decide to get out of here first.

“Shit… shit…”

My old body is gone.

“Status window!!”

I try calling it up in the air, but nothing responds.

As expected, everything tied to my previous body is gone.

I have to start over.

From the very beginning.

‘It’s fine… I can do this.’

I still can’t forget the faces of those bastards who defiled and dismembered even my corpse.

‘But first… I need a place to stay.’

I’ll plan carefully, take my revenge. That’s my goal for now.

Just as my heart burned with vengeance—

“Hey, who’s there??”

“Eh?”

A middle-aged security guard in a fluorescent safety vest looks up at me, sitting atop a pile of trash. His eyes go wide as he recoils in shock.

“Whoa, scared the hell outta me!”

“W-Wait a sec…”

How the hell do I explain this?

My brain freezes, and the guard, who seemed to think I was a ghost at first, starts realizing I’m human. His gaze quickly scans me up and down.

“Ooh?”

“Uh…"

…

“Kyaaaa!!!”

A beat too late, I realize—I’m a naked woman. With the rustling of trash bags around me, I bolt.

“Wait, miss!! Where are you going?!”

Thud thud thud!

I run at full speed, and my huge boobs bounce crudely with every step.

“Ugh…”

The pain makes me grab my chest as I run.

‘Why the hell is my body like this… damn it!!’

Luckily, I spot a door that looks like an exit nearby.

“Miss!!”

Ignoring the desperate shouting behind me, I charge outside.

Creeeak… slam!!

I swing open a rusted green metal door and kick it shut behind me.

‘Wh-Where am I?’

I lift my head and see a typical Korean urban landscape.

A mix of low-rise and high-rise buildings, with familiar shops—restaurants, cafes, convenience stores.

Right in front of me is a not-so-wide sidewalk and a two-lane road.

It’s not a super busy downtown area filled with skyscrapers, but cars and people bustle through the streets.

And naturally, just as I saw them, they see me.

“Ah…”

“Kyaaaaaa!!!”

“Wh-What the—some crazy woman?!”

People nearby scream, drawing even more attention.

People walking on the sidewalk.

People sipping drinks inside a café.

People scrolling through their phones on the bus.

All of them turn to look at me.

"Ah, no..."

Some people panic and call the police, while others pull out their phones to take photos and videos.

“D-Don’t take pictures!! I’ll report you! S-Stop it!”

My face. My chest. My… yeah.

Three parts to cover, but only two hands.

Panicked, my hands flail helplessly between them with nowhere to land.

“I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to look… I mean, how could I not look?”

“She’s crazy or something…”

“Never seen a body like that in real life before…”

Ironically, my frantic movements end up revealing even more, one part at a time, but I don’t have the mental space to care right now.

I make a desperate dash into a nearby alley, trying to escape the crowd—

[70 Years of Tradition: Grandma’s Pork Soup Restaurant]

They say there’s no paradise for those who flee.

Turns out this alley is home to a famous eatery. Dozens of people are lined up waiting, and now, I’ve locked eyes with them.

Later I’d learn this was right at the peak of lunch hour—the busiest time of the day.

“Uh… uh?”

Dozens of people turn toward me. Their eyes widen, just like mine.

“Wow…”

“Is this some kind of prank for YouTube? Like a social experiment?”

“Holy crap… she’s insanely hot.”

“Her boobs are massive…”

“Damn, that figure…”

“Yo, be careful or you’ll get arrested.”

“Is she insane?! Oppa, don’t just stare, call the cops!”

‘Why the hell are there so many people around here?’

I hear shutters clicking from nearby cameras.

It’s basically a crime, but they don’t seem to care—maybe they think it’s fine as long as they don’t get caught, or maybe they just really want a picture of my body.

“D-Don’t look!!!”

I shout like a threat, but the shutter sounds keep going.

​

Five minutes later, the cops show up, responding to the overwhelming number of calls.

They catch me near the alley, wrap me in a giant blanket, and start questioning me.

Thankfully, they don’t cuff me or treat me like a dangerous criminal, but the fact I got dragged in here for public indecency is humiliating.

“……”

“Sigh… What’s your name?”

The middle-aged officer looks at me like I’m some kind of freak.

‘Oh heavens…’

No, wait. Should I be praying to a constellation now?

Come to think of it, even my connection to the constellations I’d made contracts with is gone.

I was once the top-ranked player in the world… now I’m a naked woman being interrogated at a police station. I can’t help but sigh.

SLAM!

“Miss, does this look like a joke to you?!”

“Ah, crap!”

The officer looks seriously pissed, probably because of all the calls they got. He slams the desk and yells.

‘What do I do…’

There’s no way I’d know the name of this body I just woke up in.

And if I use my old name, that’d just make things worse—since that guy is dead and was clearly a man. I’d just look even crazier.

Plus, I need to take revenge on those bastards. If they learn I’m back, weak and powerless, wouldn’t they just abduct and torture me?

‘And with this body, torture could mean something a lot worse…’

Chills run down my spine at the thought of what they might do to a woman.

There’s only one move left.

“I-I don’t remember…”

I put on my best pitiful act, pretending I’ve lost my memory thanks to some mysterious evil organization.

It burns with humiliation, but I have to endure it. I’ll be stuck in this weak body now—this is only the beginning. If I can’t bear this, how can I handle what’s next?

‘For the greater cause!’

But—

“Jesus, another insane chick…”

“...Huh?”

Apparently, my sad little act didn’t work on this veteran officer, who’s seen every kind of drunk and lunatic. He just curses at me instead.

“I swear I don’t remember anything!”

“Miss, do you know where you are?”

He lowers his voice and leans in, unshaven and glaring.

“The police station?”

“Then what’s the name of this country?”

“South Korea… right?”

“See? You remember just fine. You speak Korean well too. Then what memory did you even lose?!”

BAM BAM BAM!!

The officer gets up, jabs a finger at me, and screams.

“You think I haven’t seen your type before?! You think a pretty face gets you off the hook? You probably got drunk and passed out in some weird place. Or maybe you were on drugs.”

“N-No, that’s not it!!”

“Then fess up, now!!”

‘Why isn’t this working?! In novels, saying you lost your memory always works…’

This is so unfair. Not that I could reveal my real name either.

And aren’t people supposed to go easy on you when you’re beautiful?

For the record, I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window earlier—naked and all—and yeah, I might be full of myself, but I think I look like a national treasure-tier beauty.

Apparently, none of that works on veteran cops.

“Tch. You… picked the wrong guy to mess with. We have fingerprint and facial recognition now. We’ll know exactly who you are!”

SLAM!

The officer bangs the desk and storms off.

'Aaah…'

While I sit there stunned, I hear whispers from the next room.

“Jeez… what kind of stuff was she up to in broad daylight?”

“I heard she ran around the city stark naked~”

“Is that head of hers just for decoration?”

“Pffft! What a nutjob…”

“I know, right? The world’s going to hell.”

“I’m not crazy!!”

‘Goddamn it…’

Now even the drunk old men dragged in for causing a scene are calling me nuts.

‘Sigh… how did I end up like this? Why this body?’

​

About five minutes later—

“Ahem… what the hell…”

The results come back.

No matches. Not even close. Not a missing person, not a corpse, nothing.

I passed both the alcohol and drug tests, obviously.

Which means—I’m not in the system. Either I’m an undocumented foreigner or someone who was never even registered at birth.

“What the hell…”

‘Yeah, really… what the hell? Is this body not even Korean?’

I was hoping this would be a clue about who this body used to be.

Nope. Dead end.

Even I tilt my head, just like the cop.

“Can you speak English?”

Suddenly, he switches to English.

“Uh… yes. A little.”

I try to answer as calmly as I can...

“Huh? She’s clearly Korean though.”

He mutters to himself, still suspicious.

‘Come on…’

He figured it out just from my Korean-accented English. Embarrassing, but fair.

“Do you remember your home address?”

The officer now sounds a little gentler.

“No… I don’t remember anything about my past.”

'I do. I just can’t tell you.'

“You don’t even know your own name?”

“No…”

He looks seriously flustered—probably never dealt with a case like this before.

“Sigh… is there even a manual for this?”

He fumbles with the computer and starts making calls.

‘Guess he’s not a bad guy after all.’

I was nervous at first—this body can’t fight worth a damn—but once he realized I might really be an amnesiac with no identity, he’s been surprisingly kind.

​

About 30 minutes later—

“Ahem, I honestly thought you were some nutjob earlier. I apologize, I’ve just learned there are extremely rare cases of this sort of amnesia. Thought it only happened in TV dramas... I’m sorry again.”

“No, it’s okay. Really.”

He bows deeply and hands me several documents.

“Just in case you have family looking for you, we’ve added your photo to the missing persons database. For now, you just need to fill in your new name on this form, read over the listed benefits, and sign here.”

“Huh… just like that?”

“Normally, you’d have to go through the courts, city offices, and hospitals. But for women suspected of being victims of severe crimes, the process can be delayed. A caretaker will be here soon to escort you to a temporary residence.”

“Oh…”

This damn country.

No—wait, I’m a woman now, so maybe it’s a good country?

Anyway, a young woman wandering around the city naked with no memory? Yeah, the government steps in with emergency support. Who knows if they have the authority for this, but I’m getting a free place and skipping all the annoying tests for now.

“Of course, you’ll still need to write a report about when your memory started coming back. If you could fill that in, we’d appreciate it.”

So, I write out a vague story about waking up in a trash heap and running around naked. Embarrassing, but it’s the truth. They’ll probably assume I was kidnapped or something. Let the cops figure it out.

The important part is—

‘My name.’

Usually, your parents give you a name.

In my past life, I was Lee Dohyun.

I didn’t have a younger sister, but my mom once told me the name she would’ve given one.

‘Lee Dohee.’

Do (peach blossom), Hee (radiance).

Sure, the meaning is just tacked on, but it’s a symbol. It means I’ll carry on Lee Dohyun’s will.

And these peach-colored hair strands? A perfect match.

‘I’ll punish the traitors. I’ll reach the top of the Tower.’

With this kind of face and body, I could easily make a living as a streamer or model, just posting selfies and rambling nonsense. But that’s not the path I want.

‘Whew…’

I’ve got a mountain of work ahead of me.

​

A little while later, the woman who was supposed to guide me to my new residence arrives at the station.

‘Wait, this is supposed to be a middle-aged woman?’

“Oh my~ hello there~”

A parade of flesh spills freely over her clothes without even needing to bend down, leaving my eyes darting everywhere, unsure where to look.

“Uh… h-hello.”

Her sweet, gentle face is completely at odds with her explosive, curvaceous figure.

‘How the hell is that a middle-aged woman?’

Maybe she’s not in her twenties, but she’s definitely nothing like the “middle-aged lady” I was expecting.

I glance up slightly and see her waving with a warm smile.

“Hohoho… What a cute one we’ve got this time~”

Her soft, mellow voice tickles my ears.

“You’re Dohee, right? Shall we go ahead, just the two of us?”

“Ah… yes, let’s go.”

I answered a beat late, having zoned out without realizing.

Shaking my head hard to clear it, I hurry to follow after her.