Chapter 19: There's a Way to Make Someone Gladly Accept a Gift They Wouldn't Even Want to Receive. That is By Becoming a Beautiful TS Girl

There's a Way to Make Someone Gladly Accept a Gift They Wouldn't Even Want to Receive. That is By Becoming a Beautiful TS Girl

What kind of reward, hush money, would I, a high-spec transsexual, offer for discovering my secret?

One thing's for sure: it's something that takes a long time for a young woman to prepare, and it's my first time.

Yeah, that means woodworking!

...Huh? Chastity?

Come on, think about it, in what world is there a beautiful girl who would sacrifice her chastity just because her woodworking hobby was discovered?

If such a person existed, she'd definitely be a slut who was using it as an excuse from the start, and by that logic, my first time would be with Mama.

..... What should I do? It doesn't sound so bad now.

So, if that's the case, then the second experience will be with my little sister, and the third will be with Daddy.

When I thought about it, I calmly realized that Daddy, who is always preoccupied with everything but my Mama, isn't worth living.

Incidentally, imagining that scenario made my favorable impression of Daddy plummet. He always works hard for our family, but reality is so unfair.

Because he had been eavesdropping, Tomohiro wasn't at the shoe locker where he had been told to wait, so I left him behind and went home, immediately getting to work on my woodworking project.

This would go against the rules I had set for maintaining my smooth hands, but since I had made a promise, it was only natural that I should hurry as much as possible.

I was preparing a gift for Satoshi-kun. It was a proper first, just as the name suggests, and just the right thing to reveal my woodworking hobby. Well, a wooden craft, basically.

A drawing would have been fine, but it wouldn't have quite felt right.

So, what I'm making this time is a 1/5 scale Satoshi-kun doll (wooden, face only). It's easy to understand and just right, isn't it?

...Eh, it is not good? He wouldn't want to receive it?

Shut up, stop complaining. If I think it's good, then that's the optimal solution. Shut up, outsider.

Also, I chose 1/5 scale because that's all the wood I had on hand. If it were a little smaller, I could make a whole body, but going that far would be a bit of a pain, and it would require precise work, so I don't want to.

Being big means it's okay to be rough around the edges. Being small is great. My petite Mama is cute, and my future and my little sister's are guaranteed.

That said, even with my high specs, I can't make a whole person's face in one day. ...I could easily do it in one day, but I don't have much time after school. So naturally, I'd have to meet him unprepared. 

I woke Tomohiro-kun, who hadn't slept a wink, with bags under his eyes, a little aloof, and took him to school. He seemed to want to ask something, but I had no obligation to listen, so I left him alone.

What a mean guy.

By the way, when I changed the subject, I continued the same move as a beautiful girl who's been blackmailed after her secret account was discovered, trying to hide her feelings from her childhood friend.

You're so cute, Tomohiro-kun.

"...Good morning, Mashiro. About yesterday–."

"Let's not talk about that now. We have a math quiz today."

Satoshi-kun, without his usual awkward greeting, called out to me as soon as I entered the classroom that morning. I turned my face away slightly, as if to interrupt him mid-sentence, and Satoshi-kun, who had never been treated like that by his friends, was speechless.

Because I'd always treated him kindly and cheerfully, Satoshi-kun, who had no other friends, had a weak mentality. He's so weak.  

Meanwhile, Tomohiro-kun, who had been watching the exchange from the side, shook his head slightly from side to side, as if unwilling to let his brain be destroyed.

Let's mix this unacceptable reality with your fragile brain!

A delicious snack is ready to serve!

I felt like an alien tasting a brain from the side without the person noticing. There were parasites like that, right?

The TS reincarnated beautiful girl was a parasite?

He'd be happy to be parasitized by such a cute girl and become her nutrients! Be happy!

While I secretly encouraged Tomohiro-kun, who looked like he was about to die, I calmly decided that it would be difficult for him to actually be happy. After all, he doesn't have a cuckold fetish yet.

Considering the future, it would probably be better to develop it, but if I developed it in a strange way, I was worried about what would happen when I sold him to my sister. People who accept partners who can only get pleasure from brain destruction generally lose their dignity. I have no intention of letting my beloved little sister go through that.

If she's going to be cuckolded, then I'll be the one to cuckold her.

Thinking about this, and since I'd made an excuse to Satoshi-kun, I decided to prepare for the math quiz, something I don't usually do.

By "preparing," I mean just looking over the textbook, which is unnecessary since I usually do a thorough job of preparing and reviewing. Well, it's just an excuse to avoid talking to Satoshi-kun, so I guess it can't be helped.

While wasting time on an unprecedented level, I wondered if this quiz, prepared for Mashiro-san, must be pretty serious...?

The atmosphere in the classroom tenses up, I think.

Sorry, it's nothing special. But this atmosphere will probably make it even harder for Satoshi-kun to talk, so it's okay.

Class begins in this atmosphere, and the fourth period is the quiz in question. Everyone's super motivated, which is amusing. The quiz was made incredibly difficult by the subject teacher who was jealous of me, and no one except me got a perfect score.

The teacher grimaced.

Satoshi-kun, who would normally have been able to solve the questions, seemed to have been hit hard by the debuff, missing two questions. It seems you need to work on not only your academic ability but also your mental strength.

In other words, I've won. Yay!

...Aren't you embarrassed to be seriously competing with a middle school student, sensei?

I'm a little embarrassed, but the teacher doesn't seem embarrassed.

After the quiz, it's lunch and afternoon classes, and then school ends without any other plans.

All we've got today is Tomohiro-kum's brain getting all mixed up.

In other words, it's just another school scene. Everyday life is wonderful.

I take Tomohiro-kun, who hasn't been able to concentrate in class for a moment all day and doesn't even realize homeroom is over, and run away from Satoshi-kun, who has started talking to me again.

As a high-spec beautiful girl, it's embarrassing to talk with a normal face when you haven't even prepared what you promised.

Embarrassing, right?  

Well, actually, my goal in keeping my distance is to destroy Tomohiro-kun's brain and encourage Satoshi-kun's nasty expectations.

Brains taste better when they're left to rest and mature. Remember that!

After I deliver Tomohiro-kun home and return to the house where Mama is waiting, there's only one thing for me to do.

I finished the rough cuts yesterday, so today I'll finish them.

Even though it's still rough cuts, you can already tell it's Satoshi-kun, which is probably due to my high level of skill. Probably.

This overly strong Talent is scary... Just kidding. Hikari, don't cry! It's not scary at all, in fact it's cute!

When Hikari starts crying and tries to gouge out the eyes of the Satoshi-kun doll, I calm her down and finish her off.

It's really a bad taste to give a doll (Satoshi-kun's face) that's lost its eyes as a gift. It might be possible to repair it by implanting doll eyes, but I don't want to spend unnecessary money and time on it. 

I managed to complete Satoshi-kun's head, burying it in portable sawdust and creating the glasses at the same time. Carving it out and transforming it while heating it with a lighter.

The craftsman's skill shone through. The presents are complete!

All that's left is to insert a letter into each one and they'll be perfect! I think I've done a great job. No matter how you look at it, it's Satoshi-kun's severed head, transformed into a piece of wood. A triumph of art!

It was so beautifully made that I was tempted to soak it in sodium chlorite, a substance found in every household, but I controlled myself with steely resolve.

I'm sure Satoshi-kun would have a lovely expression on his face if his wooden statue were to explode in front of him, but not yet.

It would be a shame to lose this sparkling, unfinished Satoshi-kun like this.

Telling myself this, I somehow managed to hold myself back, and the Satoshi-kun statue explosion incident came to an end without being attempted.

And so, I put the intact statue of Satoshi-kun statue back in my bag and head to school the next day in high spirits.

Tomohiro-kun's frown is even worse than yesterday. Is he having a bad dream?

With a forced, unfinished smile plastered on my cute face, I pretend to be worried about Tomohiro-kun, but he rejects me, telling me it's nothing, even though he's more worried about me than his own health.

"Don't worry about me, Hiro-chan, because there's nothing you can do about them. I'm more worried about you, Hiro-chan. You look so pale, and if you're not feeling well, you should take a rest."

Tomohiro-kun's expression at that moment was just like my favorite snack. 

Hikari is snacking on a variety of things, but Hiro-chan's flavor is still the most soothing. I hope we can continue to be friends for a long time to come.

When we get to school, I ask Satoshi-kun for some time after school.  

I'm sure the sight of me blushing slightly and speaking shyly must have looked lewd to those around me.

Even though she's just blushing, it looks lewd, because that's just normal behavior. It's sexy just to see an innocent girl acting embarrassed.

As usual, I give Tomohiro-kun's brain a second shock, and then I finish the day's lessons like that, telling him I can't go home with him today and that he should go first.

Stop it, Hikari! Tomohiro-kun's HP is at zero!

Leaving the broken snack there, I left the classroom with Satoshi-kun.

Snack-kun said it was no problem as we could go home together anytime, but Satoshi-kun seemed to have some unhealthy expectations and was clearly fidgety.

I took him to an empty classroom. I locked the door so no one could come in and closed the curtains, and the mood was perfect.

"Satoshi-kun, can you close your eyes for a moment?"

I said shyly, and once I was sure his eyes were closed, I prepared the presents, rustling my clothes as I did so.

Here are two boxes.

They're definitely not half-naked beautiful girls. Too bad for you, Satoshi-kun.

I told him it was enough, and the boy opened his eyes, stunned as if he'd been hit by a peashooter, and blushed as he realized he'd made a huge mistake.

I forgot the mood from before and smiled brightly as usual. How cute, Hikari.

"...Is this what you mean by first time?"

Satoshi-kun asked, hiding a vague feeling of uneasiness. I replied yes, and urged him to open it, and he opened the smaller box first.

"I made Satoshi-kun's glasses. It was my first time making a something based solely on memory."

Usually, I have a model in front of me, or I create them from scratch using only my imagination. I'm not lying.

"I also made a glasses holder!" I urged him to open the larger one, and he opened the package with an expression he couldn't quite put his finger on.

From inside, aloud was Satoshi-kun's head, aka the glasses stand. It took much more time and effort than the actual item, and even I was pleased with the result.

"...A glasses holder?"

Satoshi-kun stared at his own head, his expression like a cat carrying the universe on its back.

Actually, my signature is carved under his neck. As the creator, it's my right to leave my signature. ...So, depending on how you look at it, this beautiful girl is claiming, "This Satoshi-kun is mine!" That's awesome! Rejoice, Satoshi-kun.

"I'm glad you seemed happy."

I muttered this with a smile, and Satoshi-kun looked at me with eyes that seemed to be staring into space.

Yes, he is happy.

Even if he isn't, a boy who receives an elaborate gift from a girl he likes has no choice but to act happy.

Snacks are delicious, but it's not good to be picky about food after all.