Baek Hayeon glared at both me and the nurse as she spoke.
The nurse sighed as if the whole thing were a tedious chore.
“Baek Hayeon, everyone already knows you’re a girl.
Get over here and take the exam.”
“I said I’m a man!
And this is my dick!”
She pointed straight at her own clitoris.
The little hooded nub neither twitched like a cock nor leaked any precum; it simply sat there, quiet and female.
The sheer absurdity of the sight left me speechless.
The nurse explained that parents sometimes raised a daughter as a son, or the extreme scarcity of men created enough psychological stress to produce this particular delusion.
It was, she said, a fairly common mental illness.
I felt a flicker of pity.
How scarce did men have to become for a girl to end up like this?
In the end the nurse simply dragged her over and forced the examination.
I had to pin Hayeon’s struggling body while she desperately tried to keep my hands away from her pussy.
Every single place I touched turned out to be an erogenous zone; no matter where I gripped or kneaded, her legs immediately twisted together.
When I lightly brushed the clitoris she insisted was a dick, she clenched her teeth and tried to stifle the sound—only to fail completely and cry out.
“Kh…!
Using such a dirty trick… touching my dick…!”
She kept insisting she was a man with all her remaining strength, yet every time my fingers thrust inside her, her pussy honestly flooded with slick juices.
Once the exhausting ordeal with Hayeon was finished, the next girl was named Kim Dasom.
Petite, slender, with a short bob that suited her cute face.
In an academy overflowing with massive breasts, her tiny chest stood out immediately.
Even after she was naked she kept trying to cover herself with her arms, as if the size were a deep complex.
“Breast volume insufficient.
A-cup.”
The nurse’s flat assessment stabbed into Dasom like a blade.
Her face went paper-white.
She looked at me and apologized in a voice that was almost tears.
“I-I’m sorry… they’re so pathetic…”
What did she have to apologize to me for?
Feeling the need to apologize simply for small breasts made me worry about how thoroughly her confidence had been crushed.
Honestly, after seeing F-cups and E-cups all day, an A-cup was less arousing.
That didn’t mean I disliked them.
In the end they were still a girl’s breasts, and if I could touch them, I wanted to.
When I stepped closer to induce arousal she couldn’t even meet my eyes, so I felt the urge to encourage her.
I gently cupped those small breasts.
Tiny as they were, the soft, gently rising shape was lovely.
“No, they’re pretty enough.”
Dasom’s face flared scarlet.
Under my palms her nipples quickly hardened into tight peaks.
Those little breasts were absurdly sensitive; the lightest touch made her gasp and tremble.
“Your pussy is pretty too.”
“…What?”
“Nice shape, nice color.”
Her eyes wavered violently.
The unexpected praise left her looking almost moved.
“Ah…”
The moment I slid a finger inside, her pussy reacted with frantic hunger—more desperately than any girl before her.
She moaned as if broken, tears and love juices pouring out together.
As she left I heard her murmur a soft thank-you, and it left me feeling strangely proud.
After that, several more girls passed through my hands.
Even after touching more than twenty pussies I never grew used to it.
Every single one felt new.
Shape, texture, reaction—everything was different.
Each girl had her own charm, and I found myself wishing the examinations would never end.
At last the final turn arrived.
The girl who stepped through the curtain was my childhood friend, Han Subin.
She was far more embarrassed than anyone else, both hands desperately covering her breasts and pussy, head bowed low.
Yet those slender arms could never fully hide the overflowing bust or the lush curves of her body.
The contrast between her shy posture and that perfect figure was devastating.
While I was still staring in admiration, the nurse’s voice suddenly hardened.
“HSDD, is it?”
It was not a question; it was a confirmation.
Subin nodded in a voice almost too small to hear.
“Yes…”
From that moment the nurse’s entire attitude shifted—more clinical, more perfunctory.
She scanned Subin’s body quickly and recorded the numbers.
Even though the figure in front of us was clearly near the highest grade, the evaluation that came out of her mouth was different.
“Overall: upper grade.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
To my eyes she was unmistakably top-tier.
Why mark her as merely upper grade?
Subin simply stared at the floor, showing no reaction at all.
She was the childhood friend I had met right after waking up in this body; I wanted to help her, so I spoke up.
“Nurse.”
“Hm?
What is it?”
“With a body like Subin’s, shouldn’t that be highest grade?”
The nurse’s expression turned odd—something that looked almost like Why are you defending this one?
“Well, if the class president says so, I’ll correct it to highest grade.
A man’s judgment is what matters most, after all.”
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