Has This Rice Cake Lost Its Mind?
Has This Rice Cake Lost Its Mind?
A little while later, Aisha's package arrived as well.
Unlike me, who only received a whore-outfit, her box was large, and the contents were entirely filled with broadcasting equipment.
Microphones, a camera, and so on... everything looked expensive.
"Was that what you were trying to get permission for from Arnes earlier?"
"Yeah, to help spread awareness of my status as a Saint Candidate, and because I like talking, I turn on a stream and hang out sometimes. I won't do it when it's time to sleep, though... is that okay?"
"It doesn't matter, just do it whenever you want."
"Yahoo~"
Aisha, who had been looking at me with sparkling eyes, began setting up her equipment quickly once I readily agreed.
A Saint Candidate jumping into the streaming scene to promote herself... it's not a bad subject, in its own way.
Is the support from her religious organization that scarce? Many questions arose, but I decided not to pack any more information into my head today.
For now, let's just take a bath.
I grabbed a towel and a spare uniform from the closet.
"I'm going in first, okay?"
Aisha, who was adjusting the microphone angle, said as if she felt it was a pity.
"Not washing together?"
"I feel gross, so I want to wash up quickly. Let's wash together next time."
"Hing..."
Since it's a shower room that's excessively large for a dormitory, complete with a home-style bathtub, it wouldn't be uncomfortable for two runts to go in together.
'Still, I can't go in with a girl.'
Have I ever washed with a girl? Countless times.
To be precise, it wasn't so much washing together as it was days where I had a hard time getting them to wash.
Aisha's physique isn't that different from the kids at the orphanage, but she is a woman who has just become an adult.
I don't know about Arnes or Yoon Sia, but there's no way I'd get excited about bathing with a rice cake.
Still, I have to be considerate. There will never be a time when I, a man, will enter a bathtub with Aisha.
"Then, do your best~"
Thud-
I entered the changing room and took off my clothes layer by layer.
Looking at it again as I took it off, it really is an insane uniform. It's amazing how everyone wears this kind of thing so well.
A sleeveless dress shirt with sides cut out so much that the shoulder blades are barely covered.
The pants were designed so the waist covers the lower abdomen, but conversely, the leg length is a high-waist style that only reaches halfway up the thighs.
I tried to wear it as neatly as possible, but it only looks cute because it's Kwon Do-ah; if a glamourous person like Yoon Sia wore it even slightly sloppily, it would definitely be vulgar fashion that would put street hookers to shame.
The panties were... thankfully, clean, plain white.
Not wearing a single thread, I stood in front of the mirror.
'It's a body I'll be seeing many times from now on, so there's no need to be shy.'
My impression was... it was passable.
I felt it when I saw it in the uniform during the day, but it's a body that particularly emphasizes the lower body.
It's not that the legs are fat or unsightly, but rather, should I say, the gaze naturally drifts downward from the meager upper body line.
Compared to the asphalt washboard chest, from the waist down it was a bit... it's hard to say, but it looked lewd.
... Maybe it's better to just think the balance is good.
Even so, it's a charm that's only revealed when seen by someone of a similar height; I suspect it's an element that tall guys like Cheon Hae-won probably wouldn't even notice.
'No, no, no... why am I using that jerk as an example.'
He's a guy I don't even want to think about, but maybe it's because he's the only tall person I've met here.
Shaking my head, I scanned my body overall.
Not a single strand of hair visible below the head.
A barren crotch.
Compared to when I had solid muscles, I get goosebumps at the soft, moist skin everywhere I touch.
"Sigh..."
'Let's wash up quickly.'
Creeeak-
"Oh."
As I entered the shower room, I felt a wave of warm air.
It seems the room temperature is automatically adjusted.
There was a generously sized bathtub and a showerhead, but I discovered a bath chair, a dipper, and a basin nearby, so I decided to use those.
"The shower is... button-operated, huh."
Swaaaaa—
Normally, I would dunk my head into a basin filled with hot water, but now my hair is long.
If I don't wash it properly, it tangles easily, making it worse than not washing it at all.
'I've learned all sorts of things because of the kids.'
At the orphanage, if I washed the girls carelessly because it was a hassle, they would all end up with lion manes the next day.
If that happened, I'd have to dry it carefully next time, which meant more trouble. The pouting kids throwing tantrums, telling me to do this or that, was just a bonus.
Using the dipper to splash water over my body, I began to carefully comb through my hair with my fingers.
'When the comb gets stuck on a tangle from rolling down the stairs, if I pull it back slightly and then comb... good, it's untangled.'
Since I'd completely untangled my hair, next was shampoo time.
I squeezed the provided shampoo into my hands, rubbed it, then rubbed it onto the crown of my head to create plenty of lather, and then combed down through it again.
I was the one who customized Kwon Do-ah with long hair, but thinking that I have to do this every single day makes me feel lazy.
'... Should I cut it into a bob?'
The reason for getting short hair in the military?
It's partly for uniformity so no one stands out, but it's also because it's advantageous for combat.
In other words, it means it's useful for survival.
It eliminates the unfortunate event of getting your hair grabbed or getting it caught and being restrained.
Usually, a bob-cut scene for a long-haired heroine in anime, games, or novels is an element that gets all sorts of hate, but UtoAca is a game solely for me.
It possessed Kwon Do-ah on its own, so it's my body now; can't I even cut it as I please?
'In the first place, I have no intention of becoming a... heroine.'
It would be a waste of the face, so I won't shave it, but I should cut it prettily— no, coolly. Let's go to the barbershop tomorrow.
After finishing my hair with treatment, I touched the neck that Cheon Hae-won had strangled.
Thanks to Aisha, the wounds were gone, but it felt like the sensation of him squeezing it still remained.
"... Damn it."
A protagonist I don't want to deal with.
A thug.
The guy who tried to kill me.
'When I was strangled on the rooftop, I said it smelled similar to that guy. Who is that guy that made him lose his mind?'
Sniff sniff.
Shoulders, elbows, or even armpits and soles of my feet...
It might be because I was soaking wet from washing, but there was no stench or distinct smell that anyone would notice.
If there was something like that, our rice cake, who stuck to me all day, would have given me a hint.
'A smell that only Cheon Hae-won can detect... is it?'
I felt bad.
Not being able to fight back at all and being lifted up easily,
and the fact that Cheon Hae-won's face, which had been close to my ear or right in front of my eyes, came to mind, but it felt like a heroine's trait that only the protagonist could know.
'Would I be happy that he recognized me? I almost died because of that!'
I rubbed the body wash I'd squeezed into my hands onto my body to lather it— ah.
Natural towel.
It's gone now.
I felt dizzy.
The tightly closed mound and smooth curves.
"Haa... I'm going crazy."
Looking again, my fingers are thin too.
My feet are cute too.
Looking down at my thighs pressed against the chair, or the lather being washed off rubbing against my buttocks... I become conscious of it even if I don't want to.
"Argh...!"
It's still, burdensome.
I just hope I get used to it quickly.
Close my eyes tight, and quickly, every nook and cranny...
After finishing my bath, I came back out to the changing room, and the face I saw in the mirror was ripened red like a radish.
"I only took a bath, so why am I so drained..."
I quickly dried my body and put on the spare uniform I had brought.
Perhaps because I only used a towel, my shirt is wet from my hair, and my back is damp.
I thought I had definitely seen a hairdryer, but thinking I must have seen it wrong, the moment I opened the door, I made eye contact with Aisha, who was sitting modestly.
In front of her, flapping her twin tails and snorting, were various types of combs, hair moisturizers, nutrients, and a hairdryer.
"... What are you doing?"
"I'll dry your hair!"
Aisha patted the floor, telling me to come and sit.
For a man, fingers are enough of a comb.
Besides, I have to put all those moisturizers in my hair?
What is that, it's scary.
Wiiiing—
I silently operated the hairdryer I had grabbed.
"Ah..."
"......"
"Ah, ugh..."
"......"
"Hueng..."
"Haa... fine, please do it."
"Hehehe, okay!"
Well, look at her being happy.
Trying to ignore that look that's hard to refuse makes me feel guilty even when I shouldn't.
I entrusted my hair to her and ended up staring only at the hand mirror, but I let out a yawn, perhaps because I felt comfortable with her meticulous yet busy hands.
"Haaum..."
"Wow, Do-ah, your hair quality is really good...! It's super silky!"
"It's not that good, is it? You're making too much of a fuss."
"No, really! What oil do you usually use? Coconut? Or avocado?"
"I don't know, I've never used them."
"But it's this good...? Are you lying?!"
"No, I'm serious."
I've only used shampoo and conditioner my whole life, so how would I know.
After a brief moment of surprise with a gasp, Aisha's eyes sparkled upon hearing my words.
"Then let's use some this time!"
Pabababak-!
Without even a chance to stop or refuse, a pure and feminine scent spread from my hair, which had been coated with various nutrients in an instant.
Even though she applied quite a few things, the scent wasn't unpleasant or strong; rather, it was a threatening, powdery scent that tickled the tip of my nose and subtly seduced men.
The fact that such a womanly scent is wafting from my hair, of all people, is enough to make me lose my mind.
"Hehe~ Oiling done. Do-ah, do you want to change your style too? To match the negligee you received, a ponytail would probably be best... Auuu!?"
The moment she brought a hair tie and tried to tie my hair, I turned around and lightly pinched Aisha's cheeks.
"Has this rice cake lost its mind..."
"Hyauuu... Do-ah, my cheeks. My cheeks are stretching~"
They stretch well, like mochi.
Applying nutrients? It's not for me, but men can do it too.
A ponytail? Even if I can't understand it, it's a style that rockers or men with long hair can maintain.
A ponytail to match a whore-outfit?
That's something only born females would do.
"I, I just wanted to see a cute Do-ah— Kyauuu?!"
I can't forgive that as much as being cornered with a Joker in my hand?
See if I ever entrust my hair to that rice cake again.