A woman transmigrates in the most miserable way. That’s nothing new. For a homebody who’s been hanging around JJ for four years, even transmigrating as a man would be easy to accept calmly. But... but she’s the only woman among a crowd of males, staring at what’s beneath their animal skins. She covers her face. What a perfectly legitimate opportunity, so why am I getting shy at the last minute? Turns out I’m still a woman who blushes at the thought of a first kiss, and not cut out for an NP relationship.
