Chapter 5: I Want to Become a Beautiful Girl and Irreparably Mess Up the Sexual Desires of Promising Young Boys. Such an Incredibly Common Fetish is Shared by Any Decent Person

I Want to Become a Beautiful Girl and Irreparably Mess Up the Sexual Desires of Promising Young Boys. Such an Incredibly Common Fetish is Shared by Any Decent Person

Now, although I'm diligently taking care of my little sister and Tomohiro-kun, that doesn't mean I do nothing else. My Mama loves me and always tells me to just ask if there's anything I want to do, so I'm taking advantage of that and taking two extracurricular activities.

Thank you, Mama.

And thanks, Dad, for the money.

Those extracurricular activities are piano lessons and karate.

The former is something a beautiful girl like me should pursue as part of her education, and the other is for future self-defense.

If I, who will undoubtedly become a beautiful girl just like Mama, wandered around aimlessly, it would be like asking for someone to hit me up. I should at least be able to twist the arm of a flirtatious guy.

It's not important, but martial arts girls losing scenarios are great.

Really, it's not important. 

I'll be able to protect myself, my little sister, Mama, and, by the way, Tomohiro-kun. With such noble thoughts in mind, I trained myself and quickly began to stand out.

I'm the talk of the dojo as a beautiful karate girl. My latest job is defeating boys my own age and older, imprinting the joy of defeat by a beautiful girl on these puny youngsters.

Oh man, they can't get excited unless they were made to submit by this petite beauty's techniques.

Poor thing.

"Mashiro! Today is the day I'm going to defeat you!"

While the boys sounded frustrated, their inner excitement was clearly visible. As I was working up a sweat, knocking them over with all my might, one boy yelled and challenged me to a fight.

He kept saying he'd win, but deep down, he was a cute boy with a hidden desire to lose, something he didn't even realize. His name was Shota-kun.

Before I came here, he was the most eye-catching boy of his age, but now he's completely fallen into decline.

But Shota-kun is working hard, believing that if he beats me, he can regain his former glory!

Between a karate boy and a karate girl, it's only natural that the girl would stand out, but it's so cute that he doesn't realize that. Even if he beats me, he won't get what he wants.

I'll easily twist this boy, who views me as a rival for such a cute reason, and make him experience the taste of defeat. It must be frustrating that he couldn't win. Even though it's frustrating, it's painful to think that he'll just give up and say it can't be helped. There's a cloud in his eyes. But he's no match for my filthy inner self.

"One more time!"

"One more time!"

Shota-kun begs me like a puppy, but I take advantage of his weaknesses and trip him over again and again.

Shota-kun sighs in frustration at his defeat, which was the result of pure skill, not superior physique, mere coincidence, or a cowardly move.

I like kids who don't give up easily. They're worth tormenting.

I make the puppy that comes over asking to play with me fall over and over, without making his begging sound like blackmail, and teach him that I'm not the only one who can play with him.

If I don't get the attention of my seniors or training from a sensei, there's no point in me taking the trouble to learn. There's a lot to learn, especially from training with seniors who are superior to me in mind, technique, and body. Like how to fight against opponents bigger than you.

For that reason, I call it a day with the underdogs, and now it's time for the inevitable defeat. As I'm gently beaten to a pulp by the senior brothers and sisters and uncles, I realize just how inexperienced I am.

As a reincarnated person, my heart is a gutter, and as Mama-sama's daughter, my body likely won't develop much either, so I have no choice but to put all my remaining skills into it.

Karate practice ends when I'm sweating profusely and my underwear is soaked.

I lick the salt tablets I received from the older men from the dojo as I wait for Mama-sama to come pick me up.

Shota-kun, who lives near the dojo, quickly leaves, saying, "I won't lose next time!", so by the time I get in the car, there's hardly anyone left at the dojo.

I wave goodbye to the sensei and get in the car, where Mama-sama greets me with a smile and a "good job!", and my little sister, whose smile is just like Mama-sama's.

This little girl doesn't need to follow me around, but apparently she always follows me around, saying, "Welcome home, Onee-chan!"

She's just so cute!

Her angelic behavior, just like Mama-sama's, made my heart swell.

It doesn't really matter, but when I compliment Mama or my sister's appearance, most of the time the compliments come right back at me.

What a cruel narcissist. Is that reasonable?

My cute little sister hugs me tightly while saying, "Welcome home!", and then says, "You're so sweaty, Onee-chan!" with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

Well, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't have gone out of her way to follow me in the first place, so I'm sure she's just enjoying this exchange.

If by some mistake I'm wrong, I'll never hug her again after karate. The thought of being hated by an angel is terrifying.

After returning home, giggling with the little girl, it's soon time for dinner. I ate while praising Mama, saying how delicious it was, and cleaned my dishes thoroughly when I was done.

I'm so thoughtful despite being so young, I'm a reincarnated person after all.

Shouldn't every parent's first child be a reincarnated person?

Well, if you think about it logically, I wouldn't like an old man who doesn't know what's going on inside his beloved child.

While Dad is washing the dishes, the three of us (mother and daughters) go into the bath, and while I endure the slight itchiness, Mama washes my body. Her marshmallow-soft skin is delicate, so washing it with a towel stings. So we safely wash it by hand. It's frictionless.

I washed Mama's back, which I couldn't reach with my hands because I couldn't use a towel and her shoulder joints weren't flexible, and I was surprised at how soft and smooth it still felt, though not as soft as mine. She's still in great shape. At this rate, it might not be long before we have a bigger family. ...Well, it might be hard to find the time, though, since my little sister is so attached to me.

I splash around in the bathtub and get out when my mother's face starts to turn a little pink.

Maybe it's because I have pale skin, but Mama-sama can tell right away when my blood circulation improves. Considering that Daddy-san's gene is recessive and my little sister is the same, I'm probably the same, even though I'm not really aware of it.

On a side note about my blushing face, Mama has a very low tolerance for alcohol. Even a little bit makes her go limp and mushy, so Daddy-san forbids her from drinking outside the house. He's quite controlling.

I gaze at Daddy-san's collection of liquor bottles, thinking that I too will be more careful about my drinking in the future, but at the same time, I can't completely rule out the possibility that I will become a beautiful alcoholic beauty ♡

Mmhmm, Daddy-san likes to sip his liquor bottles slowly. It's obvious when you see how much is left.

"It's still too early for Hikari, so let's have some juice over there."

As I was examining the bottles, Daddy-san, looking a little anxious, came over and took me to the fridge for a drink.

"No, you can't drink juice at night!" I told him, but Daddy-san stroked me gently and said, "Hikari is always a good girl, so a little is okay." 

"Hehe, so this is just between Hikari and Daddy, huh?"

Being praised for being a good girl and gently stroked made me incredibly happy, and my love for Daddy was about to overflow, so I smiled broadly to cover it up and whispered, "Sorry, Daddy, I'm not the kind of cheap girl who falls for that so easi–, Hm, apple juice is delicious."

After being seduced by the expensive apple juice, I sipped it enthusiastically, finishing it in no time. As I silently held the empty cup and gazed longingly at Daddy, he firmly refused, saying that he was done for the day.

Daddy is no ordinary man, being able to so casually ignore my angelic pleas.

Come to think of it, he's Mama's husband, so surely he's got some tolerance for it?

Make sure Mama doesn't find out about the apple juice, I brush my teeth thoroughly, then do my homework and practice piano, and head to the bedroom where Mama and my little sister are waiting for me.

It's late at night... 8 o'clock, not that late.

The reason I can play the piano even at a moderately late hour is because the piano my parents bought me is digital. It's a wonderful device that allows me to enjoy the piano all by myself by plugging in earphones.

I fall asleep in my cozy, fluffy futon, feeling Mama's body temperature a little distance away. I leave the direct feeling to my little sister. I'm the older sister, after all. Also, the sight of Mama and my little sister sleeping, their loving smiles a delight to the eyes.

They say you get tired of beautiful women after three days, but strangely, I never tire of Mama's face. Is it because she's an angel?

Seeing Mama, who was tired, fall asleep, I also fall asleep properly.

I feel like 9 o'clock is still too early to sleep, but my body is still a child. Not getting enough sleep will affect my healthy development. Incidentally, there's about a 50% chance that Mama is still awake after she put my little sister to bed. On days when I have lessons, she's usually exhausted and falls asleep first though.

If I don't fall asleep soon, that's when Mama and Daddy start spending time together. My sister sometimes wakes up, so they don't do anything naughty. In front of My sister and I, they usually just talk about how the kids are doing and stuff like that. They're such good parents.

And it seems like this couple has promised not to hide things from each other, so even when they tell each other it's a secret, they still secretly share things. I don't know what the future holds, but when we're toddlers, I imagine they prioritize accurate sharing over privacy.

That's why, Daddy. Hikari knows.

You promised to keep it a secret, but you still tell Mama.