I Unintentionally Hijacked the Male Lead's Event
"Skirts are weirder than I thought."
I was wearing a fluttery white skirt that billowed with every movement, paired with a frilly white blouse up top. My chest was rather substantial, so a faint glimpse of skin showed through as a bonus. No matter how I looked at it, the whole getup was bizarre.
"It feels so empty down there."
With nothing but open air beneath the skirt, I kept worrying you could see right through. A guy who'd worn pants his entire life suddenly stuffed into a skirt was bound to feel ridiculous.
Embarrassment flushed my cheeks before I could stop it. But what choice did I have? There was nothing else to wear.
Apparently the family hadn't seen fit to give me much of anything. I was still a young lady of the house, wasn't I? How did it make sense that I only owned three or four outfits? Not even a single servant—just me, alone in a room, counting the days.
It had been the same in the game. Clearly I was thoroughly despised. Still, the fact that they helped me at all was probably just blood obligation. Even cold-blooded types who'd cut off their own daughter without a second thought would struggle to go that far. Well... for me, that was actually a good thing.
Anyway, I couldn't figure out why this was so mortifying. My cheeks burned scarlet and showed no sign of cooling down.
I'd figured that since I'd ended up in this body, I might as well enjoy it—but adapting overnight and actually having fun with it was apparently easier said than done.
"Haa... So where am I supposed to go, anyway?"
In the game, you just clicked a button and whoosh—you were at your destination. Reality didn't work that way. I was a two-legged human being, and I needed to know the route to get anywhere.
It wasn't like this body could use magic, either. My strength was absurdly high, but...
Thinking that, I peered down from the window. Maybe it was possible.
It was higher than I'd expected, but with a body like this, it should be fine, right?
I swallowed hard and leaned out over the windowsill. I could feel every pair of eyes on the street snap toward me at once.
Why was my heart pounding like this? I stared down for a moment, gave a single nod, and then—
"LEEEET'S GOOOOOOO!!!!!"
—I flung myself straight out.
The wind rushing past wasn't half bad. I'd just gone and done it on impulse, but somehow... it was fun?
I hit the ground with a heavy thud. And yet I didn't feel so much as a twinge of pain. Literally just that ridiculously sturdy body doing its thing.
Huh. That was nothing.
I tilted my head and looked around. Passersby were staring at me with their eyes gone huge.
"Um... a-are you all right?"
"Ah, yes. I'm fine. Please don't worry."
I flashed a bright smile and gently brushed aside the hand reaching toward me in concern—and for some reason, the unknown young woman started blushing.
What was this weird vibe?
"Ahem... Thank you for worrying about me. Well then—"
I gave a polite nod, offered my goodbye, and set off down the road. She stretched a hand after me with an "Ah—" as if she wanted to say something, but the problem was that I was already running faster than she could speak.
Sorry! I didn't catch what you said!
"Hah... This is what a young lady is supposed to be? I'm going to lose my mind."
That had been nearly three or four stories up, and jumping down hadn't even left a scratch. This body was almost unfairly good. I tore through the streets, vaulting walls and obstacles between the buildings with a skill that even scared me a little.
"With a body like this, she wasted all that time grinding away trying to learn magic? Unbelievable."
There were so many things you could do with a physique like this. And it wasn't as if only my strength was monstrous while my agility and everything else lagged behind—watching myself instinctively clear every obstacle in my path without a second thought made that pretty clear.
Being born into a mage family was her only real crime, I supposed. Still, people don't get to choose where they're born. At this point it was almost pitiful.
Feeling this good, and they'd wanted to keep her buried in books studying for the rest of her life.
The wind against my face felt incredible. Running full tilt, the slow surge of blood rising into my chest, the sharp rhythm of breath going in and out—every single sensation was extraordinary.
Something my previous self could never have imagined.
I was running wherever this body wanted to go. In the game, a single click had been enough. Not here. Even so, just roughly remembering the location was enough for me to lock onto my destination and charge toward it this hard—this body really was terrifying.
The cityscape fell away behind me. After running who knows how long, I finally stopped. I'd arrived at a forest.
"Found it..."
The woods on the outskirts, a ways outside the city where you first meet the protagonist.
This was an alchemy game, after all. Gathering materials and combining them was the main content, and that was how everything got tangled up. The protagonist's first meeting with Eriana had been over alchemy ingredients, too.
I swallowed and forced down the pleasant rush still rolling through me. A body that loved running this much—no wonder the development was off the charts.
Once enough time had passed and my heart settled, other thoughts started surfacing.
Anyway, my goal is to get hated by the protagonist. I'd better give it everything I've got.
No need to get friendly. Getting banished to the outskirts and quietly living off the family's money would be more than enough.
Well, even if they cut me off, it wouldn't matter much. With a body this insanely strong, I could handle just about anything in no time.
"All right. Time to move out."
I muttered the words and stepped forward—
with absolutely no idea what was about to happen.
"It's more ordinary than I expected."
Just a perfectly unremarkable forest. Nothing particularly dangerous came leaping out. Then again, even in the game this place was for gathering materials, not hunting anything.
"Whew... Still. A forest. I've only ever lived in the city. It's been a long time since I was somewhere like this."
I'd spent my whole previous life in a concrete hell. The only trees were the occasional roadside sapling. A thoroughly depressing place.
Here was different. Trees everywhere. Overhead, a canopy of lush green leaves let sunlight filter through in soft dapples.
It was so beautiful I couldn't look away.
With every step, fallen leaves crunched underfoot. The dry leaves were scattered as prettily as autumn foliage.
Enjoying the sound of my own footsteps as I walked, I found myself humming under my breath. It was my first time somewhere like this—I couldn't help it.
Then I heard something unfamiliar.
A faint sound like a human voice—something that didn't belong in a forest. I cocked my head and turned toward it, and a familiar scream rang out.
"Kyaa—!"
A thin, fragile cry. Someone was clearly in danger.
Wait... am I even allowed to fight right now? Come to think of it, this would be my first real battle—
I should have stopped to think it through, but somehow my body shot forward first.
This crazy—looks like this body acts before it thinks. So that's why she kept randomly charging into things in the game.
Damn it. Attack first, figure it out later. If I wasted time, who knew what might happen!
But this voice... I'd heard it somewhere before, hadn't I? Why did it sound so familiar? I still couldn't place it by the time I arrived at the source of the sound.
"Ugh... P-please, help me!"
A girl thrashing her arms in resistance—and a wild boar charging at her with its eyes bulging. It was bigger than I'd expected, easily my own size.
Yeah, if I just stand here, this is going to end badly.
The moment the thought formed, my body lunged forward on its own.
"Hey! You there!"
The boar swung its head around with a guttural snort. But my kick landed before it could charge me.
WHAM—
Something burst with a sudden explosive crack. Even I was startled by how violent the noise was. The boar that had been about to tear into me let out a squealing shriek from a single kick, went flying backward, slammed into a tree, and collapsed.
"Huh? Wha—?"
It was over that easily? I'd at least expected it to tank one hit.
Villainess... you're terrifying!
Well, it was done, right? Leaving the unconscious boar behind me, I turned around. I had no idea who she was, but she'd been about to die—of course I had to help.
A silver-haired girl sat frozen on the ground, eyes wide as saucers. She was wearing a one-piece dress, staring up at me with a completely blank expression.
Those red eyes were striking. The dress hinted at a rather delicate figure underneath, but setting that aside... she was pretty cute, I supposed.
Wait. Hold on. I'd seen this somewhere before.
"Are you okay?"
"Ah... Aaa..."
In a trembling voice, she managed a single line.
"May I call you Big Sister?"
Ah. This was that scene from the original.
The one where Eriana's interference got the heroine attacked by a monster, the male lead showed up and defeated it, and the impressed heroine asked if she could call him Big Brother.
Cold sweat poured down my back.
Somehow, right from the start... things had gone completely off the rails.