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

↓ Login Work Information Impressions Review Add to Bookmark Adjust Display Please log in to use the bookmark function. Reincarnated as a Transformed Female Villain but Only I Play Yuri Games Author: Taira Asomi Previous Next 566/1418 Short Stories Collection 01 Thank you for always reading. Today's update, 'Short Stories Collection', consists of stories unrelated to the main story. They’re akin to side stories or parallel universes, and their timeline might not necessarily align with the main story. Consider these as four-panel gag comics in manga and enjoy them accordingly. Please be aware that some stories might contradict the main plot, or jump around chronologically, so read at your discretion. One day, Sakuya realized she had left her hairpin in her home’s changing room and went to find it alone. Asking her maids, Momiji or Yuzu, could result in them making a big fuss, possibly crawling around the entire mansion until they found it. Therefore, Sakuya decided to head alone to the likely spot where she had forgotten it. It wasn't something particularly important or indispensable. She had simply removed it earlier while bathing and then forgotten about it. So casually, she went to the changing room. "Uh… Ah! Here it is!" She found it with just a short search in the changing room. Instantly, Sakuya's face lit up with an angelic smile appropriate for her age as she reached for the shelf where she'd left it. The Kujo family bath was spacious enough for all household members, and therefore, the changing and dressing rooms were also generously sized, lined with numerous baskets. Sakuya always used a spot with easy access to the bathroom and ample space. The sections intended for servants, family members, and maids are typically placed in obscure locations not easily visible to Sakuya. However, exceptions exist. Maids like Momiji or Yuzu, who specifically assist Sakuya with her bath, are specially granted permission to use a corner of the shelf Sakuya uses. This is to avoid extra hassle and save time in assisting her. Sakuya reached for her forgotten hairpin and noticed something in the basket next to hers. "……Huh?" That spot is always Momiji’s, and today, too, she had placed her clothes there before bathing together. Something was in that basket, so obviously, it was the laundry she forgot to retrieve for today. It's often the case that an item gets left behind, caught on the edge, even when one thought they had collected all the laundry. Likely, Momiji was the one to gather the laundry. Though many perceive Momiji as a flawless maid, even she occasionally makes mistakes or forgets things. Today, she happened to overlook a single piece during retrieval. That should have been all it was. "This... is..." However, Sakuya found herself captivated by the laundry left in the basket, unable to avert her gaze. With trembling hands, she gently pulled the basket from the shelf and brought the forgotten item into the light... "This is... Momiji's pan…" Left there was a woman's underwear. Small items like undergarments or handkerchiefs are especially easy to forget when collecting laundry. Sometimes they remain behind even when one thought they'd grabbed them. Without a doubt, the basket contained Momiji's pan… "This... is it used? …It must be. If it were unused, she would have noticed when changing after getting out of the bath." Mumbling to herself, Sakuya struggled to maintain composure. If they were unused, it would mean Momiji had put on previously worn ones after her bath. But she would surely notice that upon wearing them. Thus, Momiji must have put on new underwear after getting out of the bath. Hence, what's left here are the used ones she forgot to collect as laundry. "This is... Momiji's..." With shaking hands, she took 'it' from the basket. It was a flimsy T-shaped cloth, as if trying to minimize its fabric extent. One might question if it could actually serve its purpose as underwear. "Wow! Wow! Could it be… Momiji wears such daring things…?" Once she grasped it, there was no holding back. She spread it wide, staring intently as if greedy for the sight. "No, this isn’t about being indecent! This is critical research!" Sakuya scrutinized it thoroughly. Underwear with scant fabric is not necessarily worn to entice men or be provocative. Such garments are chosen when wearing form-fitting clothes like tight skirts, suits, pants, dresses, or bodycon outfits, where panty lines would otherwise show. Therefore, there's nothing indecent or perverted about it. It’s research for future reference, a study for when Sakuya herself might wear such things. "Yes, there's no indecency here. This is the result of evolution to suit the purpose!" "What is it that evolved?" "Higuu!?" A voice suddenly spoke up from behind Sakuya, who was clutching Momiji's pan… in her hands. She almost felt her heart leap out of her chest as she turned around. "M-Momiji..." "Oh? Lady Sakuya? Might that be my forgotten laundry you’re holding?" "W-well… um… this is…" Facing Momiji, who was clearly aware of the situation and grinning, Sakuya was tongue-tied. In retrospect, all she had to do was say, "I came to retrieve my forgotten item and noticed the laundry left behind," and that would resolve everything. Yet, Sakuya found herself in a predicament akin to a teenage boy caught red-handed with someone’s used undergarment. No adolescent could concoct a convincing excuse to escape such a scenario. "What were you doing holding my used items...?" "Ugh… Ugh…" As Momiji edged closer, Sakuya blushed deeply and stumbled over her words. Momiji's smirk remained unbroken. She had intentionally left the used laundry there, knowing Sakuya would come looking for her forgotten hairpin. It was all because Momiji anticipated this moment... Everything unfolded as Momiji intended, confirming Lady Sakuya's interest in her used items. It seems Lady Sakuya, too, has some interest in women. Momiji wasn't interested in women, nor did she have any interest in men. Her sole focus was on Kujo Sakuya. The notion of Sakuya having a personal interest in her was a fantasy she didn't entertain. However, the fact that Sakuya's sexual preference leaned towards women was advantageous. As the closest female to Sakuya, Momiji could potentially become a subject of such interest. Momiji set out to verify this and intended to lead Sakuya into a world of sensual delight. Today, this place was staged precisely for that purpose. "It wouldn't do to linger here any longer. Would you care to continue our conversation in my room, Lady Sakuya?" "Ugh…" Resigned to her fate, Sakuya followed Momiji to her room in silence. Once in Momiji’s room, the two began their discussion immediately. Normally, there might be an offer of tea to calm nerves, but not for Momiji’s agenda. She needed Sakuya agitated, ensnaring her while she was still flustered. Calming Sakuya would defeat her objective. "Lady Sakuya, you were clearly planning to take my used underwear, weren't you?" "Ah… um… that’s…" At Momiji's slightly stern inquiry, Sakuya’s eyes darted around and she averted her gaze. This reaction was exactly what Momiji anticipated. "Ah!" A retreating Sakuya bumped into the bed's edge and fell backward. Momiji loomed over the fallen Sakuya on her bed. "Lady Sakuya, you are interested in women, aren't you?" "Well… um… yes…" Sakuya nodded slightly, her face beet red as she murmured the words, barely audible. (Alright! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!) Internally, Momiji cheered and rejoiced, ensuring Sakuya wouldn’t notice. This was her victory. Sakuya would soon belong to her. Today, in this moment, Momiji had outmaneuvered anyone else. "Lady Sakuya, if you’d allow me, I, your humble servant Momiji, would like to instruct you in the art of love with women." "Ah… M-Momiji…" Gently, Momiji placed a hand on Sakuya’s face, and as she slowly leaned in toward Sakuya’s blushing, tear-filled gaze... "Mwah! Lady Sakuya… Wha--!?" Instead of the expected soft, sweet sensation, Momiji’s lips met something coarse, absorbing all their moisture. She hastily pulled back to find the sound of beads shifting from within whatever she had embraced. "Huh!? Huh!?" Momiji sat up and looked around in confusion. This was undoubtedly her room. Yet, the bed was void of Sakuya, and somehow she had changed into pajamas. Just moments ago, she had been in her maid uniform, pushing Sakuya down… How? What she held was not Sakuya, but a 'Sakuya doll' she had received in exchange from Kaya. "Could it be…" A terrible realization struck Momiji. This was one of those… one of those all-too-common occurrences. "Not another dream!" With all her might, Momiji smacked the bed, her heart crying out. Yes… It was all a dream. When it turned into a dream eluded her. But it didn't matter anymore to Momiji. What mattered more was… "Even if it was a dream! At least let me see a bit further! …I’m going back to sleep; maybe I’ll see the continuation!" And so, pulling the covers back over herself, Momiji tried to fall back asleep. However, in her current state of excitement, a peaceful return to dreamland was impossible, and even if she succeeded, there was no guarantee she’d see a continuation of her dream. That day, Momiji, unlike her usually perfect maid self, ended up being late to Sakuya's room. ～～～～～～～ My name is Hagiwara Shion! I am the daughter of the illustrious Hagiwara family, renowned for its wealth within the elite Konoe clan! Long ago, a foolish relative of mine named Nishikiori Yanagi kept boasting about beating Konoe Sama in racing. So, I tripped him to teach him his place. Somehow, I ended up being reprimanded by Lady Kujo Sakuya, which left me quite downhearted. That incident was also picked up by someone else, leading to it becoming an issue at a school assembly for elementary students. Nonetheless, the other party ended up expelled, while Kujo Sama continued attending school unperturbed. For a while, I feared I’d be held accountable or further questioned, but nothing of the sort happened to me. As a result, I decided to avoid getting involved with Kujo Sama as much as possible… but that was a futile endeavor. There isn’t a day I don't see her radiant presence at the center of the world. Thus, I secretly began gathering like-minded people. "Kyaa! It’s Kujo Sama!" "Fabulous~~!" "Hey, you over there!" I called out to those making a noisy fuss with their high-pitched cheers as Sakuya Sama passed by. "Eek!" "H-Hagiwara Sama…" "Um… did we do something wrong?" Whenever I addressed the common folk, they would behave humbly like this. It's entirely thanks to the noble aura I exude! "Do you love Kujo Sama?" "Eh…?" "Um… well…" They hesitated despite their shrill cheering earlier. Such half-heartedness irritates me. "Speak up!" "Eek!" "(Hagiwara Sama had that incident with Kujo Sama before…)" "(So, are we being targeted because we cheered for Kujo Sama?)" Even when prompted to be clear, they began whispering among themselves again. This kind of back-and-forth is what I dislike about the lower folks. If they have something to say, they should say it clearly. Watching them whisper amongst themselves is unpleasant. "We weren’t cheering for Kujo Sama or anything!" "Yes! We didn’t send cheers!" "…I see." Is that so? They seemed to be cheering just now, though… If that’s their claim, so be it. They weren't the kindred spirits I was looking for. That's all there is to it. Time to move on to the next. "I see. Sorry to have stopped you. You may go now." "Thank you very much." "Excuse us!" With that, the group of three hastily departed. Even in leaving, if they walked more assertively, they might at least look a bit decent. Scurrying away like that only makes them look more pathetic. "Just wait, Sakuya Sama! I will definitely gather those who admire you and form an organization someday!" The recruitment for my Sakuya Sama fan club is just beginning. Previous Next Table of Contents Bookmark Write a Review Add to Bookmark Please log in to use the bookmark function. Support with a Like Support is temporarily suspended Cheer on the author by giving them points! Please log in to rate. Log in to write a review. +Notice+ Unless otherwise stated, all published works are fictional and bear no relation to real persons or organizations. Unless otherwise noted, the copyright for published works belongs to the author (with some exceptions). Unauthorized reproduction beyond citation by anyone other than the author is prohibited and will constitute a violation of copyright law. 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