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

A while after they showed me the concert merchandise at the Konoe residence, five neatly packaged sets were sent to my home. We decided to open one immediately to watch it with my family, Momiji, and Yuzu. As for the remaining four, I pondered on their use. We decided to keep one sealed for safekeeping, another would be a gift for Momiji, and one more for Iris-sensei. They always send us five, even though we don't really need that many. After gifting two and preserving one, I was left pondering over what to do with the spare. For now, we decided it would be best to view it together... "Wow. This is amazing." "It's as if we're actually there." My parents were astonished by the recent technology. It's not like you can freely move wherever with complete VR, but you can rotate your view 360° from certain designated perspectives. From the front row of the audience seats, you can turn around and freely observe the other audience members or the performers on stage. The set contained a mix of continuous edited live footage and VR technology allowing 360° views from specific vantage points. However, it also included something quite precarious... "Oh... so that's what goes on behind the scenes?" "Sakuya-sama is all sweaty... slurp." Momiji seemed to wipe a trickle of drool. Indeed... the collection contained bonus or secret footage capturing backstage on the concert day, daily practice scenes, and even bits of everyone having meals or taking breaks. When did they even film all this? The concert footage wasn't only from the wings but also had ample shots of the break rooms and backstages. It was so detailed that it risked showing everything including the staff bustling around and us rushing on and off stage for shifts. Furthermore, the bonus content captured our practice sessions leading up to the concert and various dining and relaxation scenes. Since none of us were aware of the filming, the reactions were candid. Thankfully, there weren't any delicate conversations, but surreptitiously filming young girls without consent is a distasteful hobby. You could see everyone sweating while practicing earnestly, or looking a bit sloppy from exhaustion. From what I observed, there were no accidental glimpses of underwear or bras, but a viewer with a certain mindset might see these young women sweating and defenseless as something else. "To think such footage exists! This wasn't in the preview at Konoe-sama's place! We must lodge a firm protest!" "If a protest is warranted, then so be it. However, discuss it with the other members first and reach a consensus before you act on your own." "Yes..." I was ready to immediately protest to Konoe Productions, but my mother stopped me. She suggested compiling everyone's opinions before protesting. Well, considering that everyone would likely agree on protesting against such daring shots and backstage cuts, it seemed sensible to proceed with a collective approach rather than acting solo. So, I decided to heed my mother's advice. "This poster is amazing too!" While saying that, Yuzu was exploring the set goods. It included several kinds of posters and pin badges. Limited editions often come with such goods, but having posters and pin badges of ourselves felt peculiar. It made sense if it were for idols or artists, but amateur girls having posters and badges was strange... "The only solo poster is of Sakuya-sama!" "Konoe-sama seems to know you well." Yuzu and Momiji were discussing while looking at the unfolded posters. Indeed, the only solo poster was of me; the others featured multiple members. And I seemed to be frequently included in those group posters as well. Pin badges were indeed grouped to prevent a surplus. So, I was alongside others on the badge, but displaying multiple people on a pin badge made it hard to discern anyone clearly. "We'll discuss with the members and decide our course of protest to Konoe-sama post-holiday." "If everyone agrees, then proceed." Something in my mother's words caught my attention, but I spent the day leisurely checking out the BD, DVD live footage, and CD music. ~~~ Monday rolled around as June approached. Soon the weekend would usher in June. The weather was gradually warming, and with June came the dreaded humid season. I had long switched from tights to spats, but further cooling measures seemed challenging. There's a limit to 'cool-touch' fabrics... "Good day." "Good morning, Sakuya-sama!" "Good day, Sakuya-chan." Everyone had arrived early this morning as well. Not due to any particular event over the weekend or Sunday. But, as expected, everyone arrived early—probably thanks to receiving the concert packages from the Konoe household. "Did you watch the footage yet, Sakuya-sama?" "Yes, I watched it. It was..." "Wasn't it wonderful?" "Being able to watch Sakuya-chan diligently practicing in sweat over and over is..." "Truly marvelous!" "Well... um..." This was not what I expected... I thought they would be angrier, exclaiming things like, 'They secretly filmed us!' or 'They edited us sweating on video!' Instead, their jubilant faces wore a broad smile, lavishing praise. What's going on here? Logically, a video collection showcasing young teens in such unguarded scenarios should be deemed inappropriate, perhaps akin to risky image videos. Normally, leaving such lewd footage should invoke rightful complaint, yet everyone was full of radiant smiles ardently praising. Am I the odd one out here? "But... doesn't it bother you that such scandalous footage of everyone is preserved on record?" Being the only one to express dissent amidst everyone’s praise felt daunting, but I tried to shake them awake to reality with my comments. “What? It’s not like we’re in our underwear... right?” “Sure, we’re drenched in sweat with hair flailing, but in sports, music, or dance, that much is just standard for giving your all, isn’t it?” “Besides, we can watch Sakuya-sama’s marvelous talent anytime now.” “Sakuya-chan shines so brightly while practicing so diligently.” Huh... Is this really how young ladies are nowadays? Of course, I don’t think what they’re saying is strange. There aren't any underwear shots or panty flashes. It’s wholesome footage of girls earnestly practicing their musical performances. But a pedophile or someone with a certain fetish would surely find delight and other meanings in this footage. They’re probably okay because they're innocent and naive about sexual matters. Come to think of it, even in my previous life, many girls this age were oddly defenseless. From that perspective, none of them are particularly odd or behind. But this is dangerous. I, who am mentally an adult, must protect them from being viewed through such a sexual lens! “We can’t let this slide, right? We should protest to Konoe-sama about the hidden and illicit filming, demand to have such footage removed and re-edited, or even request the master data to be deleted, right?” “Well... there are parts that feel a bit like hidden filming...” “Rather, I’d like to see even the edited-out segments.” “I want to see more!” Ugh... This is hopeless... Everyone seemed keen on forgiving Konoe’s boldness. Could my mother have anticipated this outcome? No way... No one could have foreseen such a thing. *sigh*... Maybe it’s time to give up... ~~~ A few days into the week, it was the day for the Tsubomoe Society—today, I had asked to skip my nightly training in Momiji-style to have some time. That was because I planned to visit Master’s café with Iris-sensei. The plan was to deliver a copy of the concert footage set to Iris-sensei and discuss the feedback on the music likely being played at the café. “Welcome, Sensei, Sakuya-chan.” “Thanks for having us.” “Good day, Master.” I rendezvoused with Iris-sensei in front of the Tsubomoe Society and headed to the café together. The bell jingled at the door, and Master poked his head out from the kitchen. There were no customers, or rather, the shop was already closed today. Usually, they stay open in the evenings, but since we'd informed them of our visit, he had closed the café early for us. “I’ll have the hot special. What about you, Sakuya-chan?” “Uh... I’ll have the same, please.” “Two hots, two specials. Wait a moment.” For the time being, we took our seats and ordered. Even though it was after closing, we were treated as customers. It’s too rude for customers to loiter without ordering anything. We weren’t insisting on drinks after hours just because we were customers, but it’s only proper to order something when entering a café. With Master momentarily away, I thought it best to first settle business with Iris-sensei. “This is the concert set for you, Iris-sensei.” “Thank you~~~! I’ll cherish it! Oh! But rest assured, I’ll listen to it every day!” Well, I mean... it’s fine if you listen to it, but there’s no need to force yourself every day. “Here you go. Sorry to keep you waiting.” “Thank you.” “Haha~! Look, Master! I got one too!” Just as Iris-sensei was showing Master her set childishly as if boasting a new toy, he arrived with the coffee and specials. Though Akikiri also received the same set, and the official shop, being this café, should have gotten some too. I assumed all Master could do was give a wry smile at being shown something already available here... “Oh, how wonderful, Sensei. Now you can listen freely anytime.” “Thank you, Master!” Master’s knack for handling this is commendable... After all, he raised Kozakura and, in a way, Akikiri too. Although Akikiri is his grandchild, it feels right for Higiri-san to be the one calling Master ‘Mom.’ Iris-sensei, too, might seem like a child in Master’s care. “So, Master... what’s the new music feedback?” Frankly, the songs from the previous concert and this one haven’t changed much. Of course, some additional tracks are included. We practiced pieces we couldn’t tackle last time due to skill constraints, and our mentor’s students provided new compositions. However, fundamentally, the song structure has remained similar. Everyone’s musical skills have improved, and with more performers, there are more instruments, bringing some change. But wouldn’t anyone listening casually to just the CDs without knowing this think it’s the same as before? “Well... about that...” Master began seriously. Could it be... have complaints come due to the similarities? My throat unknowingly tightened as I awaited what he’d say next... “The response was overwhelming from the first day I changed the CD—customers kept pressing me. ‘When did the new CD come out?’ ‘Where can we get the new CD?’ ‘Is this group still active?’—I’m bombarded with questions daily.” “I figured that might happen.” No... Wait, are they serious...? That’s hard to believe... Honestly, comparing the old CD with the new, I don't find much difference. Sure, there’re a few more songs, more instruments, and improved skills, but if someone were casually listening, I doubt they’d notice the changes. Yet, could café patrons truly notice such differences with a mere listen? This place plays about one song a day, usually in the morning. Given the track order, I’m not certain the new ones have even been played here yet. It's hard to believe customers would notice... “We settled down after dealing with some odd customers initially, but lately, there's been an uptick in strange patrons again, which is concerning.” “What!? Really!?” Why didn’t they mention this first? That’s troubling. If odd customers are coming around, proper security measures must be reinforced at Master’s café... Previous Next Table of Contents Bookmark Write a Review To use the bookmark feature, please log in. Support with a Like Support the author with points! To rate, please log in. To write a review, please log in. +Caution+ Unless otherwise stated, all works displayed here are fictional and have no relation to real persons or organizations. Unless otherwise specified, the copyrights of the works belong to the author (excluding certain works). Unauthorized copying beyond quotation by anyone other than the author is prohibited and constitutes a violation of copyright law. You are free to link (introduce) this work. 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