561 - I Was Genderswapped and Reincarnated as a Villainess, but I’m Making this My Personal Yuri Game

### Chapter 561: "Suddenly..." The day after the party, on a Sunday... "Ugh..." Something feels off today... Right from the morning, I feel out of sorts. As I sluggishly get out of bed, I can't seem to muster any motivation; there's just this overwhelming sense of lethargy. "Good morning, Sakuya-sama." "Good morning, Momiji..." As I glanced at the clothes Momiji prepared for me, I froze momentarily. On top of the pile of clothes was a pair of panties, not the cute kind suitable for little girls, but rather a black pair. For men, black lingerie often signifies something sexy or seductive. However, for women, that isn't the case. Among the colors women own the most is pink, and the second is surprisingly black. For many women, black is just an everyday, practical color. The functionality of black lingerie, for instance, comes into play when coordinating outfits where bra straps might show. Black straps blend in naturally and don't give off the "I'm wearing something that's not supposed to show" vibe that pink straps might. Rather, black can suggest, "It's okay if you see this." Black is also versatile. While matching sets are nice, women often mix and match their bras and panties. Sometimes the hooks on a bra break but the panties are still fine, or vice versa. With black, mixing and matching becomes hassle-free. It’s not that we’re lazy, but rather that black is simply a practical choice. Furthermore, black doesn’t easily show daily grime. And while it seems inappropriate to delve into details, being undergarments, they are bound to get soiled. Being less conspicuous when stained is a valuable trait of black lingerie. Yet, not all stains are the same. You might think black is resilient against all kinds of stains, but it's not so. Discharge, for instance, stands out more on black. Some delinquents-like guys claim they prefer black shirts because blood stains are less noticeable, but discharge is a different matter entirely. On black underwear, it’s sadly quite noticeable. Now, why am I suddenly rattling on about this? Well, it's because today, the underwear Momiji laid out was black. But more than that, I think... it might be starting soon for me. "Momiji... I appreciate the effort, but I think it's about to start for me soon. Could you get a different color just in case?" "Oh dear! My apologies! I assumed it’d still be a while! I’ll bring you a replacement at once!" Momiji looked as if the world had ended and rushed out of the room. There's no need for that face... Last night at the party, Ibuki and Enju were unusually annoying, or maybe I just found them more so than usual. It's not just because they're irritating individuals—although that plays a part. I've figured out the reason now. I'm about to start 'that time' soon. Before 'that time,' irritability, mood swings, and various symptoms make their presence known. Typically, these don’t immediately precede its onset, but something feels like it might kick off soon. I'm really not feeling great. "I’m so sorry, Sakuya-sama! Not even knowing my master’s cycle makes me a failure as a maid!" "Momiji, you're overreacting... I'm not blaming you. Besides, by my normal cycle, it’s expected to start in a few days. I thought the same, but given how I've felt today, I wanted to be cautious and have you consider the underwear color." As Momiji returned, she looked pale and apologetic. There's no reason for that doomsday expression; she’s not at fault. Based on my usual cycle, it should start in a few days. I expected this, considering past patterns. But today felt off. I thought I should be prepared, so I asked Momiji to take caution. Whether it's avoiding unexpected accidents or my cycle proceeding as usual, it's better to be cautious than to regret it later. "Teenage years or menopause can cause cycle irregularities, and while I’m concerned about my health, others wouldn’t notice these things unless I tell them, right?" "No! My failure to understand Sakuya-sama thoroughly enough is the issue here! It’s my duty to notice these things before you do!" Momiji looked like she might burst into tears. This side of her is rare. Typically composed and perfect, the exceptional maid could be undone by something so small, while a beginner like me shrugs it off with a sigh. "Let’s just be grateful we realized before ruining any undergarments, shall we?" "No! It’s actually disappointing! Sakuya-sama perfectly uses panty liners daily, so spoiling underwear rarely happens... It’s a rarity I can’t experience! Even now, you use panty liners as a preventative measure, so when do I ever get the chance for such a misstep from you?" "Um... Momiji?" "Ah..." "..." "..." Momiji, who had been passionately speaking, seemed to snap back to reality, frozen with an awkward expression. Wasn't she just lamenting her inability to witness my slip-ups, as if she'd wait eagerly to see me make a mistake? "Uh, well... I tend to use panty liners generously as a 'preventative' measure, so I rarely make such blunders. Too bad, huh?" The first time caught me off guard, leading to mistakes. Since then, I've used pads without hesitation. Even when it's not time yet, I'll start using them as a precaution. That minimizes accidents with my underwear—though during sleep, slight leaks can still happen. Aside from that, I've managed to keep things clean. Though Momiji seems eager to see me fumble, I'm determined not to give her the satisfaction of such a blunder! "Um... er... ah..." Momiji trailed off, fiddling with her index fingers in hesitation. What kind of maid plots to tease her master over such slip-ups? I decided to give her the cold shoulder for the day! "Hmph..." "Oh... Sakuya-sama..." Ignoring Momiji's somewhat pitiful voice, I turned my back and dressed myself before heading off to the morning training at the Momochi school. --- After that incident, I didn’t utter a word to Momiji again that day. We exchanged only the bare minimum in logistical conversation. But surely, by now, she must have realized her error. As we rode to school, I planned to speak to Momiji, who sat in the back seat preparing things for me. "Momiji, I'm sorry. Perhaps I overreacted a bit. It might have been due to ‘that time’ drawing near. I'm not upset anymore, so..." "Huh!? You’re forgiving me!?" As soon as I spoke to her, Momiji eagerly leaned in. Underwear getting soiled due to discharge is a given for women, almost like a destined event. It’s questionable for a maid—or anyone, really—to find amusement in that, but lingering on it doesn’t solve anything. "I wouldn't want to not talk to you over something like that, Momiji. It would be lonely." “Something like attempting to steal your used underwear you dismiss as ‘something like that’ and forgive!? Does this mean I can freely take your used underwear from now on?" "Eh?" "...Eh?" Uh, Momiji? What did she just say? "Oh! No, no! I misspoke! Thank you so much for your forgiveness! I’ll wholeheartedly prepare for the morning!" "Did you just say, Momiji..." "Now then! Let's get ourselves ready for the day!" "Uh..." Every time I tried to question Momiji about her comment, she would interrupt and avoid it. Before I knew it, the car had arrived at the academy's rotary. "Please have a wonderful day, Sakuya-sama." "A wonderful day to you, Sakuya Ojou-sama." "Thank you. I’ll see you later, Momiji, Yuzu." With their farewells, I stepped out of the car and headed towards the entrance. I had thought that, by now, everyone would have forgotten the fuss from the concert weeks ago, but... "Kyaa! It's Kujo-sama!" "Oh my! Sakuya Onee-sama is so wonderful!" "Good morning, Kujo-sama!" "Good day to you all." "Swoon!" As I greeted them, a few girls swooned and fainted. I hope they're okay—it's getting warmer, and I wouldn't want them to suffer heatstroke. But the other students were already stepping in to help, so it's best to leave them be. When I try to intervene, simple situations often become more complicated. "Good day." "Good day, Kujo-sama." "Good morning, Kujo-sama." Even entering the classroom, continued greetings became overwhelming. It's certainly better than being ignored, but acknowledging everyone individually is exhausting. Although it’s a trivial concern, people tend to express their worries based on their environment. In elementary school, I was mostly ignored, and when only Seri-chan started responding to my greetings, I felt so relieved. Now, all of them returning my greeting feels burdensome, reflecting my self-centered concerns. "Good day." "Good morning, Sakuya-sama!" "Good day, Sakuya-chan." As I made my way to my seat, I noticed my group had already gathered. With last weekend’s Kujo family party, I figured they'd converge early like this. "Last weekend’s party was a blast, wasn't it?" "I heard some mysterious beauty made an appearance!" "..." "Pft..." "Aha!" "Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter all at once. Of course, they would! The 'mysterious beauty' they spoke of was none other than Nishikori himself! After Momiji accidentally doused him with a drink and whisked him off to the waiting room, Sakura and Momiji transformed him into 'Yanagi-chan.' He strode around the party, now 'Lady Yanagi,’ guided by Sakura. A strange lady walking maskless at a masquerade caught everyone's eye. Some academy students might have spotted the truth behind 'Lady Yanagi.' However, to those unfamiliar with the situation, particularly the adults, the mystery of 'Lady Yanagi' was captivating. Incredible that rumors spread of this 'beauty!' How could one not laugh? Clearly, it's hilarious! "Wow, Sakura really went too far, huh?" "Eh...?" "Huh?" Sakura, attempting to embarrass Nishikori, had him parade as Lady Yanagi. Whether from shared annoyance or just a whim, that seems rather harsh of her, I said, noting everyone’s quizzical expressions. "Wasn’t that your directive, Sakuya-sama?" one asked. "I remember orders being given during the greetings, right?" another added. "What? No... I never instructed Sakura to do anything like that," I protested. Azami and Satsuki, apparently aligned with Sakura during the greetings, presumed I had orchestrated it. But I wouldn’t make Nishikori a spectacle like that. I’m not that cruel. "Even Nijo-sama claimed it was under your direction..." "What!?" What!? Sakura! She’s pinning all this on me to evade responsibility! With my reputation as a villainess, rumors spread easily, and people readily believe them! "No such thing—... oh." "What?" Just as I sat at my desk, it happened... unmistakably. Oh dear... I really messed up. By normal standards, it shouldn't have started until tomorrow or the day after... "Sakuya-chan?" "Is something wrong?" "Ah... um... It seems 'that time’ has started for me. I'll need to excuse myself to the restroom for a bit..." Fortunately, I've been regularly using panty liners in anticipation of this, so it hasn't turned into a disaster. But after all, a panty liner is just a panty liner. If I don't quickly switch to a pad, I'll ruin the effort of containing the sudden first wave. It's as if I’m being told, "Walk quickly without running, replace swiftly, and avoid any mishaps." "What!? Are you okay!?" "I’ll accompany you with a change of clothes—" "No, I’m fine. I suspected it was about to happen, so I was prepared and avoided a major ketchup-level disaster. I’ll just go ahead and change..." After managing to reassure everyone who insisted on accompanying me, I carefully but quickly made my way to the restroom, ensuring not to spill over while keeping a hurried yet composed pace.