I never thought I'd die because of Truck-kun. And I really didn't expect to wake up inside *Dragon Slayer Days*, the book I loved. The worst part? I'm in the body of a guy who dies in the first chapter, all because of some silly scene where he touches a girl and gets caught.
My hand was on something soft and round. It felt warm.
I squeezed it, my fingers pressing into cloth and skin.
*Oh no.*
*Is this what I think it is?*
My mind went blank. Then my other hand moved a little, and—*poof*—something appeared in it. It was white, made of cotton, and smelled a tiny bit like flowers. A panty. *Her* panty.
I pulled it close to my face without thinking, then stopped and threw it away fast. "What am I doing?!"
Where was I? What was happening?
I figured it out quick. My left hand was still on a girl's butt, right over her skirt. Since her panty was gone—because of me—I could feel everything: the shape, the warmth, the way her skin moved under the red skirt.
*Oh no.*
This was *that* scene from the book. The dumb part where a guy touches the heroine, gets caught, and dies fast. It's a sign he's going to die, and I was the one stuck in it.
Before I could pull my hand away and run, her hand grabbed my wrist—the one on her butt—and twisted it hard. Pain shot up my arm, and I yelped. She turned me around fast and pushed me down, my face hitting the stone floor. Her knee pressed into my back, holding me there.
"Hey, you jerk," she said, her voice hard and angry. "What are you doing?"
I groaned, dirt in my mouth. "I can see everything, Jammy."
She stopped moving for a second.
Then she yelled, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU JERK?!"
A cold wind blew through the room, lifting her skirt up. With no panty—my fault—everyone could see her legs and more, lit up by the colorful windows.
Her eyes got big. Her face turned bright red.
"Ahhh…!"
She jumped back, pulling her skirt down with shaky hands. My back felt better without her knee on it. I moved my head, checking if I was okay.
Then I saw them—knights in shiny armor, holding swords, staring at me like I'd done something terrible. This wasn't a dream or a game. It was a temple—tall ceilings, sweet-smelling air, light coming through pretty windows. A place for praying, not for trouble like this.
By the window stood Lady Pin S. Jammy, the heroine of the story. She held her skirt tight, like it was all she had left. Her silver hair shone like the moon, her blue eyes were full of anger, and her cheeks looked round even when she was mad.
"Catch that jerk!" she shouted. "He took my underwear!"
My head went empty.
*Wait, I didn't take them—I made them disappear! It's the story's fault!*
But that didn't matter. The knights ran at me, their swords ready to cut me down.
I got scared and ran toward the window, my feet hitting the floor hard, my breathing loud.
"STOP HIM!"
"HE'S GOING TO THE WINDOW!"
If I stayed, they'd kill me for sure. If I jumped, I might die—or I might not. I had to try.
I ran faster, my chest hurting, my legs heavy. The window was close, but the knights were closer. One swung his sword at my neck, so fast I could hear it cut the air. I threw my hand up to block it—*poof*—the sword was gone, and I heard a little sound far away, like it fell.
"What?"
Another knight came at me, his fist raised. I ducked and kicked his chest—*poof*—his armor disappeared. He fell down in old clothes, looking surprised.
I stopped for a second, staring. "Panty. Sword. Armor. What's wrong with me?!"
The window was right there, but I heard more knights running behind me. Their boots were loud, and my heart beat so fast it hurt. If they grabbed me, I'd be dead before I could say sorry. One got close, his hand brushing my back—I turned, but my foot caught on something.
"Not again!"
I flew through the air, spinning, and landed hard—right on Jammy.
My left hand hit first, landing on something soft and warm—her chest. I could feel one breast under my hand, pressing through her yellow shirt. My lips crashed into hers, hard and messy. Her breath was warm and tasted like mint, and she made a little sound against my mouth. When we pulled apart, a tiny line of spit broke between us.
"Why is this happening to me?!"
This was the kind of thing that gets you killed in the story—too silly and too dangerous.
Then my right hand touched her side—*poof*. Something black and lacy appeared in my hand—her bra. I'd made it disappear from her, and now her shirt stuck to her skin, showing her shape.
Her eyes got huge. Her face turned red again. "You—you took my kiss and my clothes, you disappearing jerk!" she yelled, her voice loud and scared. "What are you?!"
Her fist hit my head like a rock.
*Thud!*
Everything went dark.
---
My old life was simple. I had messy black hair and gray eyes that didn't care anymore. I wasn't tall or short, just normal. Nobody would remember me.
That day, the last part of *Dragon Slayer Days* came out. I loved that book. I got it and started reading on the street, not looking where I was going.
Then I heard a loud noise, like an engine growling.
I looked up. Truck-kun was coming fast, its lights bright in my eyes. My heart stopped. The book fell from my hands, pages flying away like they were crying.
"No—not now!" I shouted, stepping back, my voice shaking.
The truck hit me. I felt a loud crash, my body flying up. Everything slowed down—the sky turned gray, my arms waved, and pain filled me up. Then it all went quiet.
My last thought was, "I didn't even finish the first part…"
---
My eyes opened fast.
I saw the ground, not the sky. People walked on it. I was hanging upside down, tied to a big tree, swinging a little. My head hurt from the blood rushing to it.
Knights stood below me, holding swords in an X shape, their faces serious. In the middle was Jammy.
Her silver hair looked bright in the sun, her skin perfect even when she was mad. Her blue eyes stared at me, hard and strong. She wore a yellow shirt, red skirt, black boots, and gloves—looking like a knight but better. She was the heroine, and I was in trouble.
She walked closer, her boots loud on the ground. She laughed, but it wasn't nice—it sounded mean. "You're finished, you underwear-taking jerk." She held out her hand. "Give them back—my panty and my bra—right now!"
I swallowed hard. "I don't have them! Not with me!"
Her eyes got narrow. "You're lying! You made them disappear—where are they?!"
I thought fast. *Disappear. That's it.* The panty and bra—they came to my hand, then went away. Were they somewhere else because of me? Could I get them back?
"I don't know!" I said, my voice rough. "I didn't mean to!"
"Stop talking!" she said, her hand closing tight. "Knights, kill him!"
Their swords went up, shining in the light. My heart beat loud. *That power—panty, bra, sword, armor—it's all I've got.* Maybe I could make the ropes disappear, fall down, and run. Or take their swords away and get out in the mess. It was a crazy idea, but it was something.
I had no time. The swords were ready, and Jammy looked at me like she'd never forgive me.
I got ready, mad at Truck-kun—and hoping I could disappear my way out of this.