Chapter 22: The Boy, Whose Sexual Preferences Had Been Irreparably Torn Apart, Has Now Become a Fine Young Man. I'm So Moved I Could Cry

The Boy, Whose Sexual Preferences Had Been Irreparably Torn Apart, Has Now Become a Fine Young Man. I'm So Moved I Could Cry

What should I be careful of when playing with toys? Regular maintenance? Keeping a close eye on them to prevent them from breaking? Or keeping them locked in a cage so they can't escape if they start moving on their own?

All of these are correct, and are definitely things to be careful of. If you keep these things in mind on a daily basis, your toys won't suddenly break or get lost. It's something to be careful of if you plan to use them for a long time.

However, there's something else I need to be careful of when playing with my very own toys. And that's giving them an appropriate amount of rest, based on the amount of stress they're put under.

Unlike some toys you can buy anywhere, mine is very special, yet ordinary. A living beings as toys.

If I leave them in a stressful environment for too long, they won't break, but they'll become distorted. I want to play with toys that don't change, so I can't allow that to happen.  

I mean, it's no fun playing with Tomohiro-kun, a bodhisattva-like guy who no longer responds to anything you do, right?

A worn-out Tomohiro-kun is trash. Completely worthless.

So, as someone who likes to take good care of things, I've reluctantly decided to let Tomohiro-kun rest. I treat him like a treasure and polish him regularly. I've stopped creating misunderstandings and clearing them up, which I used to do so often, and I'm now a real person.

What about Satoshi-kun?

Of course I'm not going to stop. My goal is to spit on his sparkling talent, and Tomohiro-kun is merely a snack.

Of course, for Satoshi-kun, a sparkling candidate, I maintain his likability for me and making myself appealing so that he doesn't notice other females.

But seeing that makes Tomohiro-kun look cloudy again, well, you know, he's a snack, so it can't be helped, I'm a picky eater.

I live for the brilliance of the moment when something loses its value, and Tomohiro-kun, while not quite as strong, is like a heater that emits a gentle, warm light.  

In order for me to appear like a decent person, the sacrifice of Tomohiro-kun, the sacrifice of a work of art, or some other sacrifice is essential.

Taking Tomohiro-kun away from me would be like asking me to become a villain. Tomohiro-kun is the best, after all.

But if I get something else sparkly, I won't hesitate to throw him away though, because I won't need him anymore.

So, after spending so much time with only the bare minimum of nutrition, I'm extremely hungry.

My stomach and back feel like they're about to stick together. I want to put on wolf ears and a tail and scream "Panty Eater!"

I'm sure there's a demand for this somewhere.

Well, a beautiful girl is a beautiful girl no matter what she looks like, so the demand will never disappear.

Eh, a beautiful girl was a gold nugget?

Now, it's been over a year since I let Tomohiro-kun experience pseudo-cuckolding and let me lick him brain in return.

That was the middle of the second semester of my second year of middle school, and tomorrow marks the start of the bright and shiny years of my first year of high school. It's been a long time.

From a reincarnated person's perspective, it went by in the blink of an eye, but for those of us who've been through it once before, it must be so long ago that it's hard to even go back in time. Which means Tomohiro-kun has completely forgotten about the past and is doing well.

That's how it is. Let's just assume that's the case. Otherwise, my body wouldn't be able to keep up.

And so, here I am, dressed in a cute uniform.

I've grown a full centimeter since my second year of middle school. I'm now exactly the same size as Mama-sama, and strangely enough, even our measurements are the same. I wonder why our skin textures are the same, too.

If Dad wasn't a criminal, Mama-sama would have lived more than twice as long as me and be over 30 by now. And yet, we look so much alike that no one would notice if she went to school in my place unless they were close.

The most plausible explanation is that Mama-sama is no ordinary human.  

By the way, is it just my imagination that catching up with Mama means my growth will stop here too? Hm, yeah, it doesn't seem to be my imagination.

Which means that Dad has seduced Mama, who looks just about a high school girl, and planted his seed in her to make both of us.

Are you a lolicon? Eh, 15 isn't a loli, you say?! Shut up, you lolita fundamentalist!

We're talking slang here, not a definition. It's nonsense to demand the vulgarity unique to girls by saying it's derived from or to suddenly switch the topic to nymphets.

In the end, what's important is that I'm still a loli, Mama is a loli, and my little sister is a loli too. There's no male element in this house anymore! There's no Y chromosome.

Maybe it's Mom after all, or maybe there's something strange about our genes as sisters. Or maybe we were born under such a star... I don't care either way!

"Hikari! Which do you prefer for your bento furikake, salmon or noritama?"

Just in time, Mama called out to me from below, and I replied cheerfully, "Noritama!"

It doesn't matter where I'm from, but furikake in my bento is important.

At my school, we stop having school lunches and switch to bento lunches starting in high school.

At first, I thought I'd make my own bento as a perfect beautiful girl, but at Mama's request, I had to let her made it for me.

Normally, making bento lunches is something that people find bothersome and try to avoid as much as possible, but it seems my dear Mama is worried that there's not much she can do for her daughter.

"Let me do some motherly things!" That's what she said.

It's enough for Mama to just smile.

I love you, my cute adorable Mama.

I put the cute bento that Mama made for me with love that morning into my bag as if it were a treasure. Hehe, I'll lick it all over, leaving not a single grain of rice behind, and give it back to her sparkling clean.

....

I'm just kidding.

A beautiful girl wouldn't lick her dishes. How shameless.

By the way, even if I was joking about licking them all over, I really will return them sparkling clean. If I leave them after I'm done eating, they'll get all dry and crusty, so I'm thinking of rinsing them lightly under the tap.

Hikari-chan is a homely person and a filial daughter.

If you're really a filial daughter, you should put aside your sexual fetish, you villain.

Now, after I say goodbye to Mama, it's almost time to leave the house.

Leaving early enough before homeroom is a habit that hasn't changed since long ago.

I originally started it so I could wake Tomohiro-kun up and take him to school, and luckily we're going to the same high school, so it's a habit I've continued.

Just knowing that a beautiful girl will pick him up in the morning and let him relax at home will make all the hard work he put into studying for the entrance exams worth iit

Well, maybe the one working the hardest is the neighbor dad, who's still working overtime like never before.

If Tomohiro-kun hadn't become my childhood friend, if he'd gone to a regular public middle and high school, neighbor dad would have a more peaceful life with his family. Poor thing.

I ring the doorbell as usual and head upstairs to Tomohiro-kun's room, who, unusually, seems to be up today. If he's not awake, I have to wake him up. It's a childhood friend's responsibility.

I open the door quietly and tiptoe through the room, which is unusually neat and tidy for a boy. Incidentally, Tomohiro-kun's habit of tidying up is due to the tension of never knowing when his childhood friend might come over. Eating breakfast properly, never being late or absent, and ironing his own shirts are all thanks to me, so if you look at just the basics, it's all thanks to me that Tomohiro-kun is such a good young man.

Having once again realized that him trying to become someone worthy of his beautiful childhood friend has a positive effect on the boy's healthy development, I climb into his bed to occasionally be an unhealthy influence.

The slightly old bed we've been using since we were children creaks loudly under my feather-light weight of just under 40kg. Shifting my center of gravity to minimize the creaking as much as possible, I secure a mount position on top of Tomohiro-kun, and bring my face close to his head, which is sticking out from under the covers.

No matter how you look at it, it's unhealthy. It's lewd.

My long hair spills over and spreads across Tomohiro-kun's face. It's smooth and has a soft, pleasant scent, and itchy feeling.

For a moment, Tomohiro-kun looks uncomfortable, but then he wakes up immediately and lets out a voiceless shriek like a virgin who's been raped. 

"Good morning, Hiro-chan. If you don't get up early, you'll be late for school."

It might be okay to sneak into his bed and play pranks like this, but in my opinion, it's outrageous and unhealthy for a boy and girl who aren't even in a special relationship to sleep in the same bed after they're over seven years old, so I'll hold back.

I mean, if you play pranks like that on Tomohiro-kun, who reacts like this just to someone climbing on him, he'll break down!

Oh, he's probably broken already.

Tomohiro-kun, who must have woken up more than just his mind, chases me away, so I have no choice but to enjoy tea time with the neighbor mom.

Maybe because the neighbor dad are too busy to pay her much attention, she has a bit of a widow-like vibe. She's very naughty.

Yeah, yeah, that's the neighbor dad's fault.

I wish Hikari's Mama wouldn't have to feel that way, and while we were discussing something, the wild Tomohiro-kun came down from his den looking for food, so I told the neighbor mom we'd continue tomorrow and fed him.

Seriously, you don't have to rush, the egg rice won't run away. I'll go wherever it's supposed to run away to when the time comes.

I hurried to the school with Tomohiro, who was trying not to get left behind, and we entered the building next to our old one.

It's nice and convenient being at a private escalator school, as the school location doesn't change. Also, about half of my new classmates are internal transfers, so there's no tension. It's probably the best environment for someone who doesn't have any worries about relationships.

I checked the bulletin board to see which class we were in, and headed to the classroom with Tomohiro-kun, who always ends up in the same class as me, as if by some curse.

It's funny how it's always the same, even though I wasn't putting any pressure on the school or anything like that. I think they're probably being considerate of Tomohiro-kun, who doesn't have any real friends other than me. He'd probably stop coming to school if we were in a different class.

The exterior and interior of the school building are almost the same as in the middle school, so I walked down the hallway without getting lost and arrived at the classroom I was looking for.  

I'm well-known, so I know half my classmates. Half of them are internal transfers, so the only people I don't know are those who came from outside.

We exchanged pleasantries and sat down in our assigned seats, when a boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of me.

I don't think we even know each other, so I wonder if he will confess before homeroom even started. He seems to want to embarrass himself in front of everyone. Or maybe he thought I'd be scared and do what he said because he's so big?

"...Mashiro! Duel me!"

I was trying to think of the least offensive way to refuse, and to convey that I wasn't interested, when the boy in front of me said something so out of the blue.

Everyone was surprised, Tomohiro-kun was surprised, and so was I.

Is this guy crazy?

Or did he mix up "duel" and "Go out"? Either way, he's crazy!

As I thought about this, I realized something. 

This is Shota-kun, the boy I always taught the taste of defeat when I was a karate girl.