I opened the status window and equipment window, checking my specs with a satisfied expression.

I had matched all the accessories, weapons, and outfits with the options I wanted.

“Hmm, hmm. Perfect.”

Full loot from the temple, complete!

Today marked the end of my solo farming. 

Starting tomorrow, I can take it easy. I’ll just run bus parties whenever my schedule aligns with Chris and the others. 

After three days of solo farming the *Verbeia Ancient Temple*, I was done. Along the way, I sold weapons at high prices, earning a decent profit from this dungeon as well.

On the day of the first clear, I even showed Chris my solo play, but nothing significant changed. 

I had thought of all kinds of excuses in case Chris had questions about why I soloed and my impressive reaction speed, but luckily, I didn’t need any of them.

However, Chris seemed deep in thought that day.

If there was any change, it was that Chris started asking me more often about my physical condition.

Today was the day *Lee Seulbi* (Rain) had to go to the hospital. Although I had been discharged, I still had to receive regular outpatient treatment.

It was quite bothersome, but if Lee Seulbi isn’t healthy, I can’t enjoy the continent of Astrea with peace of mind.

Whenever I showed even the slightest reluctance about going to the hospital, Chris would make a face like she was about to cry.

“Chris unni sure worries a lot.”

I grumbled lightly, finishing today’s daily quest before logging out.

---

On the way back from the hospital, after finishing my outpatient treatment, we were chatting casually in Chris’s car.

“They said you’re doing much better! I’m really relieved!”

Chris smiled brightly. Today, she seemed to be in an unusually good mood.

Whirrr.

Even though the electric wheelchair moved on its own, Chris liked pushing it for me.

According to the doctor, my nutritional deficiency was almost resolved now.

I guess the effort of eating three meals a day was paying off. Although it was a bit inconvenient to take breaks from gaming now and then.

Chris, who had come up next to me, scratched her face and spoke in a casual tone.

“…They also said the mental scars are healing bit by bit.”

“Well… I don’t really think I have any mental scars to speak of…”

“If that’s the case, then that’s good.”

The diagnosis: PTSD.

That’s what we talked about today.

I heard it was a terrifying illness, but the struggle with it had ended long ago. I’m fine now. It’s just the doctor and Chris making a big deal out of it.

Chris helped fold up my wheelchair and put it into her car.

Vroom.

Like the last time I rode in it, Chris’s car was incredibly smooth, with barely any bumps. It was probably a very expensive car.

As Chris sat in the driver’s seat, she glanced over at me.

“…Rain, how do you buy clothes?”

“Clothes? Hmm, I order them online.”

I looked down at my clothes after hearing her question.

It was a simple tracksuit. Not exactly appropriate as outdoor attire, but considering I rarely go out, I never saw a reason to buy fancy clothes. Back when I lived alone, my only trips outside were to the convenience store or, on rare occasions, the grocery store.

Chris hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously.

“Rain, um… you’re not busy today, are you? Would you mind sparing some time? If it’s okay with you, that is.”

“Time? I’m free.”

Suddenly?

I tilted my head in confusion.

I had finished farming the temple and selling off weapons, and I had even completed today’s daily quests early because of my hospital appointment. There was nothing urgent at the moment.

I did want to run more temple buses soon, but Chris is my employer. I should respond when she asks for something.

“Well, whenever my raid team finishes farming a new elite dungeon, we usually have a kind of gathering. It’s nothing big. We just meet up at a cafe, drink coffee, chat, that sort of thing.”

“I see.”

“So… I thought it would be nice if you joined us today.”

“Sounds good.”

“Really!? Are you sure you’re okay with it!?”

“…What wouldn’t I be okay with?”

“Ahh…! I’m so grateful, Rain!”

Chris clenched her fist in joy, tears of emotion welling up in her eyes.

I couldn’t help but feel a bit mischievous at her reaction.

What does she think I am? Someone with severe social anxiety?

Sure, I’m a bit shy, but if it’s Chris’s raid party members, there’s *Beimerung*, *Cherni*, and *Deathmaster*. 

They’ve all visited me in the hospital and run dungeons with me before, so it’s not like I’m meeting strangers.

With a cheerful smile, Chris suddenly dropped a bombshell.

“Then let’s stop by a clothing store and pick out some clothes. Rain, you agreed to hang out today, right?”

“Huh!?”

I was startled.

Even though my legs couldn’t move, I felt like my body had jumped in surprise.

---

The sight of all kinds of light, flowing women’s clothing overwhelmed me.

“Ugh…”

I covered my eyes with my small hands.

This was a women’s clothing store.

A place I’d never set foot in, even in the distant memories of my previous life.

For the first time in my life, I had entered this sacred, forbidden ground.

The sales clerk’s eyes widened slightly when she saw me in my wheelchair, a faint look of sympathy crossing her face. 

Thankfully, before it could bother me, she wiped that expression away and started squealing. A true professional.

“Oh my, what a beautiful customer!”

“Hello.”

“Eeeek!”

The moment I greeted her, the clerk squealed with joy again. It seemed like she wasn’t the calmest person.

After quickly measuring my size, the clerk began enthusiastically recommending clothes.

“Oh my… with such pretty hair, you’ll look great in colors that are hard for others to pull off. Bright colors will suit you best, but dark ones could work too. The smallest size… oh my, how about this? It’s a wrap dress, and the smallest size should fit you perfectly. How about a white dress that matches your hair?”

I looked at Chris with pleading eyes.

I was asking for help.

Chris, who had been grinning from a short distance away, picked out a dress and held it against me, before leading me to the fitting room.

Standing in front of the fitting room, her face slightly red, Chris cleared her throat.

“Ahem, Rain. Can you change by yourself?”

I nodded.

I’d been living in this body for a long time. It was a bit difficult, but not to the point where I couldn’t dress myself.

Still, if Chris helped, I could get dressed faster.

“If you help me a little, I can get dressed quickly.”

“Gasp…!”

Chris gasped and started looking around for something. 

Soon, she found a piece of cloth that resembled a handkerchief and wrapped it around her eyes.

Then, as if embodying a hero from some MOBA game, she proudly exclaimed,

“Where do I go now? Is this okay!?”

“…?”

Why does Chris need a blindfold to help me get dressed?

---

Swish. Swish.

“Huff, huff.”

Chris carefully felt around my body, her breathing growing a bit rough, and her face turned red.

“Eek!”

Each time her hand brushed against my bare skin, Chris flinched in surprise.

I wasn’t the one startled—why was *Chris unni* the one getting shocked?

“…Why are you covering your eyes? Isn’t that hard for you?”

“B-because I’m not confident.”

“Confident…?”

Chris shook her head vigorously and continued helping me undress.

Her hands carefully supported my legs, and I moved my arms to slip off my tracksuit pants.

In an instant, I was left wearing just a bra and panties.

Even though I’m saying this about myself, aside from being a little lacking in certain areas, my body’s quite pretty.

I’ve been eating well recently, so I’ve gained just enough weight to look healthy.

Looking at my body doesn’t bring up any discomfort anymore—not even from those hazy memories of my past life.

However, one thing still bothers me.

I pouted as I glanced down at my flat chest.

With this kind of chest, I don’t really need a bra, but apparently, it’s necessary for a woman’s body.

I stared intently at Chris, who was still standing there, eyes covered, breathing oddly.

Though she wasn’t wearing anything too revealing like in the game, Chris’s figure was still impossible to hide in her outfit.

Her well-endowed chest stood in stark contrast to my flat one.

“Haa…”

I shook my head and handed her the wrap dress.

“A wrap dress...? I don’t really know how to wear it, so unni, you can help me. I’ll do it myself next time.”

“Y-yeah!”

Chris carefully wrapped the dress around me.

The cloth, which looked like a robe, was apparently a type of dress. The world of women’s clothing truly was deep.

The left string was threaded through a hole on the opposite side, wrapped around my waist, and pulled down.

The right string circled around my back and tangled with the left one.

Then, both strings were tied into a neat bow at my waist.

“Oh.”

Clap, clap, clap.

I applauded Chris, who managed to pull all of this off while blindfolded.

Chris removed the cloth from her eyes and collapsed

 onto the fitting room floor, panting.

“Th-this is torture…”