Chapter 1 — Because of One Japanese Magazine - 1 (1)

I'm an ordinary college girl. My name is Grace Kim, and unfortunately, I can't reveal which school I attend.

My major is Japanese language and literature.

A few months ago, I took a short leave from school and went to Japan for a six-month language study program.

Honestly, I didn't expect it to be much help academically—and sure enough, it wasn't.

"Study abroad" is really just attending language academies like back home, so I doubt it improved my skills any more than studying in Korea would have. But the real reason I took that expensive trip—something my family could barely afford—was a secret desire to escape, even temporarily, from my parents and the judgmental eyes of everyone around me. Heh heh.

Of course, while I was in Japan, I played hard.

At first, I was a little nervous and thought about studying seriously, but my natural love for fun quickly took over. There was no way I could just sit still.

Like they say, you can't change a dog's nature. With no one who knew me, I became completely free.

I met a girl named Emma Park at the language academy, and we hit it off instantly. We went out every single day.

What did we do for fun? You really have to ask? Seriously?

We went to nightclubs every night, seduced broke Korean exchange students, stripped them of their money, and had sex—plenty of it.

It was truly fulfilling… in a way.

But even that got boring after a while.

I could speak some Japanese, but not fluently, so I kept going to the same places over and over.

After about four months of nonstop partying, the fun started to fade.

It wasn't just me—Emma Park felt the same way.

Oh, right. You're probably curious about my sex life.

But honestly, I've never felt that intense pleasure everyone talks about during sex.

Is it because I'm still young? Will it get better after I turn thirty, like guys say?

Anyway, I don't hate it, but whenever guys insisted on sex at the end of a night, I usually gave in—even though seven out of ten times, I didn't really want to.

Even with guys I was really attracted to, I'd feel excited before, but once we actually started, it was just… meh. Why is that?

I told Emma Park about it, and she said she felt the same.

Emma Park is 171 cm tall, with a model-like figure—so beautiful that even I, a woman, think she's stunning.

No wonder guys go crazy over her the moment they see her.

I get jealous sometimes. Envious.

But Emma Park is strangely indifferent toward men and sex.

With her looks, she naturally draws attention wherever she goes.

And what's even more impressive is that she's not just a pretty face—she has this eerie, sensual charm, like a living doll.

Sometimes, when we're drinking, I catch myself staring at her face and my heart starts pounding.

If I looked even half as good as her, I could've had a few male slaves trailing after me. Heh heh.

As our interest in partying waned, I started spending more time at home watching TV, and Emma Park began hanging out with other friends.

When she kept inviting me out, I'd reluctantly go a few times, but since I'd already lost interest, she started going alone more often.

Gradually, even Emma Park went out less and spent more time lounging around the apartment with me.

Then one day—

Emma Park called me. She told me to stay put and wait—she was coming over right away. She had something urgent to show me.

She arrived breathless, and pulled out a magazine.

The cover was sleazy—looked like some Japanese porn mag. But when she flipped to the page she wanted me to see, I was completely stunned.

The naked woman in the magazine looked exactly like me.

I froze.

How could someone look so much like me? There she was, completely naked, staring right at me—her face identical to mine.

The magazine's cover read "adult magazine"…

I'd never seen anything like it before, and now this woman who looked just like me was smiling back at me, naked…

How was this possible?!

Emma Park, still panting from running, started grilling me—when did I take these photos? Why didn't I tell her?

She was furious, hurt—how could I do something like this and not say a single word to her?

I… I didn't know what to say. I couldn't just laugh it off.

First, I firmly told her it wasn't me.

In this globalized age, if I'd taken nude photos in Japan, they'd be all over Seoul in no time—did she really think I was crazy enough to do that?

But no—Emma Park refused to believe me.

With this kind of evidence right in front of her, how could I still deny it?

The more I insisted it wasn't me, the more confusing it became—because the woman in the magazine really did look that much like me. I could barely tell us apart.

There was only one way to prove it.

I told Emma Park, my voice trembling with frustration: "Fine. I'll take off my clothes and show you my breasts. Compare them to the woman in the photo. Even if our faces are similar, you'll see they're not the same person."

Emma Park agreed.

So I took off my shirt (I usually lounged around the house braless.^^;) and stood in the brightest spot I could find, showing her my chest. Tsk.-.-`

But here's the thing about women's breasts—

Unless they're completely different in shape, breasts of East Asian women our age tend to look similar. Maybe because we're still young, or maybe because we haven't had much sexual experience—either way, they're alike.

Without dissecting them, comparing the breasts in the photo to mine—it was impossible to say if they were the same or different.

Emma Park said the same thing. Even I had to admit, it was hard to tell.

Nipple color, size, shape, breast contour…

It wasn't clearly different, but it wasn't clearly the same either. It was like trying to solve a damn math puzzle.

Then I had an idea.

A while ago, I'd been so bored I shaved my pubic hair with a razor.

I didn't go completely bare—just trimmed it nicely.

So I told Emma Park, "Stop overthinking it. I'll show you down there. Once you see mine, you'll know for sure it's not that girl—Yuuko or whatever her name is."

Then I yanked off my shorts and threw my panties aside.

Even though it was morning, and even though it was just my female friend, standing there naked felt a little awkward. But whatever—she's a girl too…

Oddly enough, even though we were close, we'd never gone to the bathhouse together.

I preferred showering at home, and only went to public baths to sweat out a hangover. Emma Park didn't seem to like them much either.

Now, fully naked, I dramatically revealed my trimmed pubic area to Emma Park.

But she just stared closely, then shook her head.

When I asked why, she said, "How do I know she didn't shave after taking the photo?"

Tch! I was speechless again.

At this rate, I might lose a close friend.

Emma Park looked at me seriously and said, "Just confess already. Enough lying."

So I said, "Fine. One last thing. Let's compare what's inside. The inside of Yuuko's pussy and mine—once you see that, you'll know immediately."

Then I flopped onto the bed and spread my legs wide.

Sure, my face was burning with embarrassment—I wanted to hide—but some things just had to be shown.

Lying there, Emma Park came between my legs and began examining me closely… almost like an investigation. (?)

Hmph. I'd never shown a guy my pussy this clearly during sex.

She said she couldn't see well and told me to use my fingers to spread the labia open.

My fingers trembled a little, but I slowly pulled the folds apart—then she told me to open them completely, so she could see the hole itself.

You nasty girl. sob sob

But what could I do? I spread myself as wide as I could.

After staring at my pussy for what felt like forever, she finally looked up at me.

And said… she still couldn't tell.

What the hell?!

Damn it…