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

Login ▼Down Work Information Impressions Reviews Add to Bookmarks Please log in to use the bookmark feature. Reincarnated as a Villainess But Only I Get to Play a Yuri Game Author: Hirakawa Asami Previous Table of Contents Next 590/1418 Chapter 588: "Words Invite Calamity..." Ugh... The other day was such a nightmare. Being made to wear a nurse outfit with a skirt so short it barely covered my knees—a tight-fitting uniform that accentuated every curve of my body... To begin with, I'm a man, so wearing a nurse's outfit is nothing short of a blot on my history. If this ever became public, I'd never be able to walk outside again. However, as everyone pointed out, it's the standard uniform that the nurses at Kujou Hospital wear regularly, and refusing to wear it would imply that the Kujou family makes their nurses wear indecent uniforms that can't be shown in public. I wish I could just tell them that my heart is that of a man and that someone like Sakuya-sama shouldn't be wearing mini-skirts that expose her legs. But of course, I can't tell anyone that my heart is male, and as a young lady, I couldn't refuse to wear the nurse's uniform either. In the end, after changing and returning to the salon, I seemed to have fainted blissfully as everyone took pictures of me. My whole body was drenched, but when I came to, I found myself changed into pajamas and sleeping in bed. It must have been Momiji and Yuzu who changed me. While it's meant to be a show of appreciation for everyone who worked so hard in their studies, last time ended prematurely because I lost consciousness so quickly. I'd be in trouble if they asked me to wear the nurse outfit again, but I can't leave them without any gratitude, either. If I left it to them, they'd likely ask me to continue while wearing the nurse outfit, which I want to avoid. Still, I need to find another way to show my appreciation for everyone. I can't just pretend nothing happened and ignore our promise. Aside from that... with summer vacation nearing its end, I have something to consult with my mentor about today. The first issue is about pheromones... Thanks to Momiji and Yuzu's cooperation, I've learned firsthand how female pheromones can drive a person mad. Initially, I didn't think they would have that much effect, but now I find myself wanting to experience Momiji and Yuzu's pheromones again. I have no awareness of emitting a considerably stronger pheromone myself. But, given that I'm drawn to Momiji and Yuzu's pheromones, it's not unreasonable to assume there might be those feeling the same towards mine. I understand that now. But understanding that doesn't conclude the matter with a simple "that's all there is." Rather, this is where things actually begin. If my potent pheromones are affecting others, I must at least make an effort to manage them. Consulting with my mentor might help address such mysterious human phenomena. It might not be so conveniently resolved, but I hold onto the faint hope that my mentor might do something about it. That's why I want to discuss the pheromone issue with him first. Next, I have the suspicion that even my soul might be turning female. Of course, no matter how much my mind becomes feminized, I'd never find myself attracted to men or willing to surrender my body to one—that would absolutely never happen. I love girls, and even if I mentally became more feminine, I would still want to "engage" with women. The thought of being touched by a man gives me chills, and I'd most likely crush the jewels of any who dared approach. So, one might think there's no problem and nothing changes, right? But, of course, that's not true. This is a very significant matter. From others' perspective, as I'm viewed as female, it's irrelevant whether my spirit is more masculine or feminine as long as I'm interested in women and not men. But to me, whether my spirit leans more masculine or feminine is of great significance. How would it feel for someone who perceives themselves as male to realize they're gradually becoming feminine in spirit? Could one remain calm upon realizing their own transformation? Knowing they might lose their sense of self? I'm not merely possessing Kujou Sakuya-lady. I was born as Kujou Sakuya—a single human being in my own right. Yet I have memories from a past life, thinking I'm male. The fear of unknowingly becoming feminine in spirit... the terror that I might not remain myself... It's horrifying. I can't consult anyone about this. Although I can't directly address it with any concrete countermeasures, I might be able to subtly inquire or receive some helpful advice. And more than anything... it is important for me to hold onto the consciousness that I am a man. Living for long years as Kujou Sakuya, I might have unconsciously been influenced by the young lady's lifestyle. There may not be any other boorish and manly young ladies pretending to be one like me, but if I continue the performance, losing sight of who I truly am becomes a risk. Behaving in an unladylike manner publicly wouldn't be wise. After all the effort to shake off the notorious reputation of the "Kujou Sakuya-lady" from the game, achieving at least the status of an "ordinary young lady," I can't throw that away by abandoning ladylike conduct. However... in private, where no one can see... in my personal life and within my heart, I must not forget that I am a man. Until now, I might have overemphasized the lady's life to avoid giving myself away. It was only a slight shift in mindset towards femininity for that purpose. It must be so. There's no manlier man than me! "Sakuya-sama, everything is ready." "Yes. I'm on my way." Momiji came to fetch me, so I head to the rotary. With summer vacation running out, at the very least, I should consult my mentor about the pheromones and find a solution. ～～～～～～～ "...What? Just now... what did you say...?" Standing in the dojo with my head bowed, I raised my face in surprise to look at my mentor. Sitting on a slightly elevated tatami mat, as if it were no big deal, he repeated the same words. "I've already set Sakuya on the path of training to control her bioactive substances." "...Huh?" Bioactive substances probably refer to pheromones. That's clear. But more importantly... have I already been training to control them? Since when? What have I been doing? How am I doing it? "Walking on burning stones, waterfall meditation, sutra transcription, seated meditation—haven't you been undergoing spiritual disciplines all along? You’ve reached the threshold of enlightenment from a state of perfect tranquility. Before summer vacation, I quickly managed to suppress it due to time constraints, but didn’t we intensively train during the vacation?" Wait a minute... Was that what the training was all about? I hadn't understood why I was subjected to such things, but it turns out there was meaning behind my mentor's approach all along... "Why do you look so puzzled? You were spreading bioactive substances to the extent it was causing commotion at the academy, and now you are unharmed even with people around you, aren't you?" "Tha... That's true, now that you mention it..." I hadn't realized it until he said it. It's true. Back during the mass fainting incident, everyone would collapse just by passing near me. But since undergoing training with my mentor afterwards, people around me haven't shown such severe symptoms. That means the training helped me suppress my pheromone emissions, thanks to my mentor. "Hmm... I suspected even after all that training, the control seemed unstable... but it seems not being aware of it has halved the effectiveness... I still have much to learn, it appears." "Mas... Master, it's not your fault! It's because I wasn't even aware of myself! From now on, I'll try harder in my training! Please, lift your head!" My mentor looked despondent. Even after all the training he put me through, neither the effect nor control was very good, and I hadn't even been conscious of the purpose behind it. It's no wonder he would feel down if the training results were halved because of my ignorance. But it's not my mentor's fault; it's because I was foolish. "Then from now on, control it entirely by your own will." "Ah..." As I hurried over to him, he looked up and flashed a sly grin. I've been had... This was all part of his plan... Of course... My mentor knows how dense I am. He was aware from the start that I didn't understand what kind of training I was doing. And he knew I'd realize and feel down about it, too. Naturally, if he lamented that it was his fault I was so clueless, I would deny it. He anticipated that my careless words would commit me to something. So he pretended to blame himself. All was as my mentor Momochi Sandayu had planned... I don't have much talent. It's only natural, but against this mentor, I don't feel like I'll ever win. Even with Konoe Mother, I think I can hold my own if I stay cautious. But my mentor is in a league of his own. Konoe Mother’s true qualities and Momochi Sandayu’s area of expertise differ. They can’t be directly compared, but there's no doubt Momochi Sandayu is a singular genius in this world. I'm extraordinarily fortunate to have not been abandoned and continue receiving his training. I reminded myself of this reality. "Sigh... I understand! From now, please train me even more strictly!" "Indeed! Well spoken!" With my eyes filled with determination, I conveyed this to my mentor, and he responded with a warm smile. ～～～～～～～ "Glug! Mas—もっと！ I'm going to drown!" "Silence! A human can survive for a good twenty minutes without breathing!" No, they can't. Humans, normal ones anyway, die if they don't breathe. Is he different? I'm just a regular human; if I don't breathe, I'll die. "Who said you could raise your head!" "Glug glug glug..." I felt like punching the me from just a few minutes ago. Why did I say to my mentor, 'Please train me strictly'? I previously thought the Momochi-style training was insane enough. But I was wrong. That leniency was my mentor's way of holding back for my sake. And I told him such leniency was unnecessary. This current training is more mentally taxing than physically exhausting. It involves thrusting my face into a tub of water and enduring it steadfastly. You might think I've done this dozens of times already, but it isn't that simple. Being bound and thrown into a pond, you can breathe as soon as you escape your bindings and surface. I just had to free myself and raise my face above water. But this new training is different. I must submerge my face in the tub and endure, unable to discern when it’ll end, dependent entirely on my mentor. Is five minutes enough? Ten? Endure till the end of my limits? If there was a defined duration, it wouldn't be as trying. But having to persist beyond my limits without end is truly harsh. If I give in like before and try to raise my head, he forces it back down into the tub. There's no clear ending. You have to withstand it until your mentor decides it's enough. He may allow a brief respite, only to make you submerge again. And at any moment, you might give in to the temptation, and raise your head. I'm not tied down. I'm not being physically restrained. If my will breaks, I can raise my head whenever. But I'm constantly tempted. Why endure this? Why not just raise my head and breathe? Resisting that urge is the trial. Afterwards, I endured several similar 'self-initiated escape' exercises repeatedly. These were exercises where one could stop or take a break anytime, having to constantly resist the lure of the easy path. The training was severe not physically, but mentally. But with this... "Very well. Let's begin sparring." "...Huh?" Wait, wait... Isn't this mental training? Aren't the physical aspects supposed to be lenient to train the mind? Huh? "Don’t dawdle! The enemy won’t wait for you!" "Yikes!" Slammed against the dojo floor. I took a fall, but it hurt... Unlike judo, where you break the fall to avoid injuring your opponent during a throw, there's no such kindness in Momochi's methods. The objective is to incapacitate the opponent, not done as a sport like judo or sparred kindly. There’s no safety consideration in this destruction. "We're not done!" "Argh!" "Gah!" "Oof!" Thunk! Thud! Thrown consecutively. The pain was excruciating. Today's sparring with my mentor showed no mercy. Why was it like this... Oh... Was it because I asked for tougher training...? I thought mental training would be less physically taxing, but I was wrong. My mentor spares no effort in both mental conditioning and physical training. Momochi Sandayu takes every aspect seriously when requested for rigorous training. I might have been too hasty... Previous Table of Contents Next Add to Bookmarks Bookmarks Please log in to use the bookmark feature. Support with Likes Support is currently unavailable Use points to support the author! Please log in to rate. ※Log in to leave comments ▲To the top of the page Share via X (formerly Twitter) / LINE Send via Twitter LINE +Note+ Unless expressly noted otherwise, the works published are entirely fictional and have no connection whatsoever to real people or organizations. 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