Chapter 146
Chapter 146
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Cheering Up Older Sister Karen
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"Older Sister Karen, I told you, you're not fat...? I was just curious and asked..."
"I-I know everything...! Camellia, you're saying that, but deep down you're thinking I'm super fat, a total pig, and chubby...!"
"I'm really not..."
"You're definitely thinking my weight is over 65kg! That's gotta be it...! It absolutely is...!"
Even though we were walking with other students in the morning, Karen was in an incredibly depressed state.
Leaving aside whether I guessed her weight right or wrong, I basically had no real clue about women's weights to begin with.
Honestly, her assumptions seemed way too extreme.
It was true that I was living as a woman now, and most people around me were women... but I still had no sense for women's weights.
Some tall people weighed surprisingly little, and some short people weighed more than you'd expect...
There was no simple categorization at all.
"I'm really not thinking it's 65 or anything..."
"Oh... really?"
"So you were thinking badly of me...?"
"No, uh..."
A woman around 170cm tall under 65kg—I had no idea if that was fat or skinny.
By men's standards, wouldn't it just be a little plump?
Even to me, who had no clue, Karen didn't look like she was 65kg, and I'd never said anything like that.
Of course, her chest... well.
"Hmm..."
"Camellia...? W-why aren't you answering...? See......."
"No, wait a sec? Sis? Stop making that super pitiful face..."
Karen was putting on the most incredibly pitiful expression.
She didn't have the brightest impression to begin with, so it made her look even more pathetic, and I couldn't help but stop her.
But I couldn't even figure out chest sizes yet, let alone how to guess someone's weight.
It was my mistake to begin with... but honestly, wasn't Karen's reaction a bit over the top?
I didn't even know my own chest size exactly.
"I hate this body tooo... I want a small, cute body like Camellia's..."
"Small..."
"I hate having such big boobs too..."
"Why would you..."
"I hate how they make me look dull whenever I put on clothes, and my shoulders hurt sooo much......"
"Hmm."
"And every time I walk around the Academy, even the other female students stare so much..."
Hmm... what could I say...
Honestly... it felt kinda deceptive.
To be blunt, big breasts weren't just something I liked—most women really envied them.
Imperial paintings of women almost always depicted that style, for starters.
And adult nobles wore corsets for that slim waist and big chest, right?
Big breasts were something that exuded heterosexual appeal in many ways, so it made sense.
It wasn't just the opposite sex attracted to them; women idolized women with big chests too.
"My little sister Grace is a bit bigger than her peers, but I... ugh..."
"...It happens."
I decided to just let it go.
People born with something from the start couldn't help but not realize how amazing it was or why.
Plus, in the end, I'd touched on Karen's sensitive spot.
"But sis, I really wasn't saying you gained weight. Actually, I think Older Sister Karen is super pretty?"
I decided to just compliment her like that.
Karen usually loved compliments a lot.
She had pretty low... really low self-esteem, so that was probably part of it?
"R-really...?"
You could tell just from now.
It wasn't even about gaining weight—just asking her weight made her sulk and get depressed, but one compliment and she perked right up like this.
Quietly complimenting her to lift her mood seemed like the best approach.
What can you do... she got upset over something small, so maybe she'd cheer up over something small too?
*
After that, nothing much happened.
Today, the Academy students were all wandering around the central art gallery in the capital together, and that was basically it—nothing special.
It was just everyone strolling through the huge central art gallery.
It was so low-key that our group members just decided to wander on their own.
Nordal was probably quietly spending time in the northern region exhibit, Ella was likely strolling through the gardens... and Grace was probably looking for Karen by now?
We'd started together, but somehow got scattered, and now the only one next to me was Karen, sitting with me at the art gallery cafe.
"Older Sister Karen, just brushing your bangs a little to the side makes your face show so well—you look really pretty."
"S-stop..."
"And your eyes look super pretty too. Have I never seen them this close up before? They seem way prettier than Grace's."
"Camellia...? Why do you keep..."
"I knew Older Sister Karen was pretty before, but seeing you this close up like now feels totally new?"
"Eek..."
Oh, and for reference, I was sitting right next to Karen at the cafe right now.
I was examining her face from super close range.
"I'm curious about something—Older Sister Karen, you always go to bed late and at irregular times. How do you have such good skin? Your hair texture is amazing too..."
-Rustle...
I lightly touched Karen's hair.
Her hair was so long it reached her waist, and it always felt great to see and touch.
Every time I saw this red hair, I thought the same—it wasn't as strikingly unique as blonde or silver.
Red hair was common, along with black, right?
Sure, this world had blue hair unlike my old one, but red hair was still pretty common.
"Hmm..."
"Hee, Camellia... why do you keep touching my hair...?"
"Just 'cause it's pretty?"
"Eek..."
I'd basically decided to fill the whole day with compliments for Karen.
It was my fault she got upset in the end, so it was only right that I cheer her up.
Which was why, ever since arriving at the cafe, I'd been constantly complimenting her.
This should make her mood, which had been sulky since last night, way better.
"You seem really bummed about it, sis, but I think there are really few people as pretty as you."
I couldn't understand why she didn't realize her own beauty just by looking in the mirror.
And just looking at the compliments from her little sister Grace normally... she should have some confidence, and she was the eldest daughter of the Rosaki Family to begin with.
The Rosaki Family wasn't some shabby house like the Roses—they were definitely beloved by the territory's people as the lord's daughter.
From childhood, whenever Karen wandered the territory, the people must have adored her cuteness and showered her with praise.
"And your wrists are so... slim like this."
I started stroking Karen's hand with the hand that had been touching her hair.
They say you can tell if someone's gained weight from their hands, but Karen hadn't.
Her hands weren't rough or thick at all, and her wrists were naturally slim.
-Swish...
"Eep..."
"Your arms too..."
"W-wait..."
"Your neck too..."
Very slowly.
And with light touches, I gently caressed Karen's body as I spoke.
After lightly touching her hands, arms, and neck, I let my hand drift downward again.
"W-why thighs..."
"Why? Can't I touch?"
"T-there's a lot of fat th..."
Before Karen could finish trying to block my hand with her words and actions, I placed my hand on her thigh.
"Oh."
The texture was amazing.
Not lying—it really felt soft.
I'd only touched over her skirt, but still...
"W-why aren't you saying anything...? See, I have gained w..."
"No, it's just more toned than I thought."
She reacted with that same worry about gaining weight again, so I switched right to a compliment.
Man... when would her confidence and self-esteem finally improve?
It seemed tough... but if I kept complimenting and cheering her on like this, I believed I could fix that side of Karen.
"You don't even need to exercise, sis."
"N-no...?"
"Just... you're amazing just like this right now?"
"But if I gain weight, I'll look sloppy..."
"It's fine, I told you? Where did you gain weight, Older Sister Karen? It looks great?"
"But..."
With my hand on Karen's thigh, gently stroking it, I said that.
I was so close that my words reached the ear of Karen, sitting right next to me.
"It's okay. Older Sister Karen is already super, really super pretty right now."
"Hn..."
"And I only asked about your weight because your figure is so pretty. No need to worry. I haven't even seen you naked, so how could I think you're fat?"
"That's true, but... stop with the thighs now..."
Ah.
I'd gotten so into touching that I kept going without realizing.
But honestly, even just touching her thigh felt so unique.
Soft yet squishy, subtly firm... it was really fun to touch.
"Um... sorry?"
Using the word "fun" for touching thighs sounded pretty weird, but what could I do about reality.
I'd complimented her so much she was embarrassed, but in the end, Karen's mood seemed better.
That should be good enough, right?
Or not.