|Author: Grim Reaper Anubis||Original Source: SFACG||Word Count: 1743 characters|
|Translator: Silva||English Source: Re:Library||Word Count: 1233 words|
I was obviously a boy, yet I was wearing such a revealing swimsuit. That subtle sense of virtue was making me unable to breathe.
As I looked at my embarrassing figure in the full-length mirror, I noticed how I was blushing through the gaps in the fingers that covered my face. That meant I still have a bit of self-esteem left in me right?
Was it that strange? This was the psychological reaction I had towards wearing new women’s clothing after learning the truth about myself.
I forced myself to look into the mirror, I must take this chance to get used to it as soon as possible. Otherwise, I’d make a mistake and expose myself before Sister Angeline.
And the result…
My legs had inexplicably weakened. I didn’t know what was happening with me, my body felt so hot! I quickly moved to the bathroom and switched on the shower to cool down my body. I felt a little better after that.
How strange, compared to being seen by others, I felt all the more ashamed to look at myself in the mirror?
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I walked out of the bathroom without drying myself. This was the first time I experienced getting wet in a swimsuit. Due to the flexibility of the clothing material, they clung closely to my skin. And because it was wet with water, a slight chill slowly crept into my skin.
“Atchoo—” I wouldn’t catch a cold like this right?
Once I took off the swimsuit, it curled up into a roll. The elasticity was quite good. It reminded me of the white stockings I usually wore in the Church.
How about I give it a try tomorrow? A maid costume can be paired with all kinds of stockings anyway. It’s just that… since I keep changing it every day, will the hero look at me with a peculiar gaze?
As I thought of that, I quickly changed into my underwear and maid outfit. Speaking of, my underwear also had laces, but they were pale in comparison when compared to the ones in Sister Tristina’s wardrobe.
After fixing myself up, I stealthily left Sister Tristina’s room with the “stolen” swimsuit. I made sure to properly store the swimsuit in my bedroom first before returning to the living room. No longer looking at the magic book, the hero was fixing her eyes on me.
“Excuse me, is there something on my face?” I asked feebly.
“Did you take a shower? Your hair is wet.”
“Yea, I did,” I answered sheepishly. Then I sat myself to the side of the fireplace to dry my hair.
“Your face is so red,” said the hero while sipping on the black tea.
“N- no way,” I touched my face and let out a timid voice. There’s no way I could tell her this was caused by the shame of wearing a swimsuit right?
“Did the tea cool down already? Let me brew a new pot for you.”
“Don’t worry about it, I like my tea warm.”
Thereupon, she just had to set the teacup on top of where I used holy power to barely glue back together. Unable to bear the weight, that part broke off with a snapping sound. The teacup dropped to the ground and shattered, spilling the tea and lemon slice all over the place.
Seeing that the hero subconsciously tried to pick up the shattered cup, I quickly rushed up to her— “D- don’t touch it, I will do it—!”
I ended up stepping on the lemon slice and slipped…!
Losing my balance like that, I bumped into the hero with my whole body.
By the time I noticed, I had already pressed her against the sofa.
Eh? Wait? What just happened? Huh?
I looked into her eyes, and she looked back at me at a complete loss. After being pushed down by me, our bodies were sticking uncomfortably close to each other. How close you ask? Well, it was close enough that I could smell her breath.
“I- I’m sorry!”
I immediately jumped up like a spring. The hands that accidentally fell on her breasts also moved away in an instant.
She silently got up and didn’t say anything else. She just sat there quietly. Maybe she wasn’t angry because she thought I was also a girl?
I noticed a red bead of blood leaking out from the index finger of her right hand.
“You are bleeding…?”
“Yeah, your reminder came a second too late, I accidentally cut myself.”
Whether she was cut by the fragments of the shattered glass or not, I didn’t even give it a second thought before picking up her fair hand and sucked on her index finger.
“Eh, what are you…”
She didn’t pull her hand back and only looked at me in astonishment.
At that moment, I also just realized how preposterous was my action. As a matter of fact, anything I sucked would be endowed with holy power and possess a healing effect. When I was cutting vegetables before and accidentally cut my hands, I would heal them by sucking on it a little. That’s why, I wasn’t thinking… and did such a thing.
But in reality, wasn’t this behavior a little too intimate? This was the first time I did this kind of thing. As my lips parted from her fingertip, I promptly apologized— “I’m sorry, I…”
“Huh, the cut is healed? Is this also the miracle of the Holy Light? Thanks.”
“Yeah…” I nodded. She actually thanked me. I was at a loss of what to do, but when I lifted my head to look at her, she also looked back at me.
“I think that you’re really cute. You’ll be very popular if you are in my world.”
“Thanks for the compliment…”
I blushed again for the nth times today. Why did she suddenly say something like that? Was it because I just took a bath and looked a little different with my wet hair? Or was it because I looked a bit flirtatious when I sucked on her finger just now? Uwaa… anyway, even I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore.
“That…” I mumbled, “I still don’t know your name.”
“Louie,” she answered softly.
I firmly memorized that name in my heart. After associating with the otherworlder hero for two days, I’ve finally learned her name.
At nighttime, I stayed in my room to write a letter to Tristina. After I sealed the letter, I passed it to the raven and released it.
The letter only contained these few words — Today, the hero wants to learn magic.
That was all I reported. Since her name was unrelated to the plan, I didn’t write it down.
As I recalled the events of the day, it seemed that she viewed me as a girl. Therefore, her praise was nothing more than a compliment between two of the same sex.
But to a crossdressing boy like me, being called cute by the opposite sex would only make me cringe…
I lied down on the bed and tossed around restlessly. For the past fifteen years, I had thought of myself as a girl. I even made friends with many sisters and mingled with them. To me, they were my big sisters and besties.
However, now that I became aware of being a boy, would I… start liking girls?