Hmmm...? My head hurts so badly... urgh... What happened...?

I opened my eyes and a blinding light entered my vision. Rubbing my eyes, I slowly adjusted. I came to a wooden ceiling.

Huh?

A wooden ceiling...? How is that possible? Hadn't I been at the cooking competition about to receive my beautiful cooking appliances?

An unfamiliar face peered over my blurry vision. It was a pretty young lady with blonde hair tied up in a bun. I opened my mouth to ask who she was.

"PUUU"

....

So that failed. Apparently, my mouth has had an extreme malfunction.

After hearing my failed attempt at speech, she seemed to suddenly glow in happiness. What the... Was she enjoying my momentary stupidity? Was she a massive sadist or something? I don't think I had anybody who would've hated me to that extent.

As the weird woman squealed with happiness, she seemed to beckon another person over. A gruff yet young man, seemingly in his 30s, appeared in my still stabilizing vision.

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"Honey, She spoke. Well, not really, but she almost spoke. It looks like she's trying. Look, she woke up too, her fever finally went down, I think she's finally okay!" the woman squealed.

The man turned and looked into my eyes. His piercing gaze sent shivers down my spine. HIs hands approached. What on earth was he doing? Was he going to kill me? Smother me with his hands or choke my vulnerable neck. In my weakened state, he could do anything to me. SOMEBODY CALL THE POLICE...

As I clenched my eyes shut in fear, I felt myself being lifted up into the air and then a warm embrace, only to feel rough hairs. The man was... rubbing his face against mine...

I felt my mind lose its grip on its sanity. I had been cuddled by a 30-year-old man...

While it might not seem like a big deal, what 19-year-old girl would want to be cuddled by a 30-year-old hairy stranger? This was not an experience I would ever be able to speak of again. I want to dig myself into a hole...

Wait, I must protect myself. With my arms trained by numerous years of wielding pans, it should be sufficient enough if I punch him in the guts right? As payment for the sexual harassment, of course. This definitely wasn't a use of excessive force for the sake of revenge.

As I struck my fist into his abdomen, all I saw was a small chubby hand lightly smack the man's face and struggle to force my face away from his.

Where did this arm come from? Huh? Why was it reacting to what I wanted to do? I felt the cold sweat run down my back.

I gazed downwards.

The floor was so far away... My body was plump and short. My legs stumpy and equally chubby.

My god. I have turned into a child.

I felt my mind snap and everything go black.

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