Volume 20 - Murder and Silence (4)
This is insane....
No matter how I looked at it, something about the current situation was going completely off the rails. Honestly, it was hard to call it a bad situation—if anything, it was so good it felt dangerous. Control was getting difficult, and I had no idea how to respond.
She seems determined to act as if nothing's awkward about following my lead.
Ever since Nia had her identity exposed last time, she'd started doing exactly what I used to do in the dorms, as if to say, Well, you've already seen it, so I might as well show you. The problem was that "exactly what I used to do" meant stripping naked right in front of me to change clothes, or sleeping in nothing but her underwear from the waist down.
Normally I should have stopped her. But if I did, everything I'd done the same way would suddenly feel mortifying. It was like scolding myself. So I was stuck, forced to watch Nia stroll around with her swaying breasts fully on display.
At first she'd been too shy even to look at mine. Now, whether because she'd already shown me everything or because living with me had simply become normal, she had zero hesitation about baring her naked body. The vibe was pure You've already caught me, so who cares if you see?
It does come off as refreshingly casual. It really should....
But I still wasn't used enough to Nia's body to just shrug it off. The curve of her hips, previously half-hidden by clothes, was so perfectly shaped it made pregnancy sound like a good idea on the spot. Her massive breasts bounced with every step, and nestled cutely inside them were inverted nipples that seemed to be waiting for someone's touch, practically begging to be played with.
"...Nia, random thought. How the hell did you hide those huge things all this time?"
"Oh, that. I used to wrap them tight with bandages. Lately I've got something better."
So she really had been crushing them flat with bandages before. The faint bruise-like marks still lingering on her chest were probably souvenirs from that ordeal. Hiding breasts that size must have felt like wearing a corset around her lungs—breathing would have been a nightmare. It must have hurt like hell.
"You could hide them with bandages?"
"Somehow? Back then the blood flow got so bad they almost necrotized a little, and bruises were just daily life. Even at the start of the term they still hadn't fully healed."
She said constant treatment had finally restored them to normal. If "Father" hadn't prepared the method she used now, she'd still be suffering the same way. Just what kind of item could hide something that enormous?
"...A bra?"
"It's just barely big enough for me. Once I put it on and channel mana to activate the magic circle...."
Just like that, the full, voluminous breasts flattened until they looked like a man's. Touching them felt hard; you couldn't even guess her gender by feel. No wonder I'd thought she had nothing there.
"It uses space-expansion magic. Pretty convenient."
"So something like that exists."
I'd never seen mass-produced space-expansion items on the market, so this was probably a one-of-a-kind piece. At least she wasn't still suffering through male disguise because of her chest. Those breasts were beautiful; imagining them ruined all that time made my heart ache just thinking about it.
"Then the reason your nipples are inverted...."
"Inverted? You mean how they sink inward?"
"Yeah...."
Saying it out loud was awkward, but curiosity won. Were those inverted nipples natural, or the result of all that compression?
"I don't think they were like this when I was little.... Once they started growing I kept pressing them down so they wouldn't get bigger. Maybe that's why?"
"So you don't know for sure."
"Mm. Still better than them getting in the way all the time."
Her mindset was fascinating—like cross-dressing as a boy was just the natural order of things. Realizing how hard Nia had been living all this time, I let out a long sigh.
"Even so, no matter how comfortable it is, it's still way more annoying than wearing nothing. When I'm bare like this it feels like I can finally breathe."
"So that's why you were happily humming after your bath."
"Th-that.... Forget it. Embarrassing memory."
She said that while casually tossing the bra aside and exposing her bare chest mid-conversation. Of course the embarrassment wasn't about showing her body—it was about getting caught humming. Her whole mental framework was so different from mine that talking to her left me dizzy.
This'll be great material for the new work.
Since it was a girls' school, plenty of scenes of students acting completely unguarded were coming up. Nia's naked parade made the perfect reference. I told myself not to show any reaction while watching, yet my cock still responded—another useful feeling to capture. This piece was going to have a lot of Nia in it.
Isn't there some way to make her realize how embarrassing this is and put clothes on by herself?
Saying it directly was too humiliating for me. But if I kept staring at this every day, my willpower would snap and I'd end up on the "rape the Crown Prince" route. I might get hit with murder-and-silence in a completely different sense from last time.
Nia's definitely still hung up on what happened before.
That was probably why she was overdoing the cool, tomboy act. The way she'd squealed like a girl on pure instinct last time proved she still knew she was female—she was just forcing herself to act male. If I cranked up the shame she was feeling, maybe she'd stop on her own. A girl doesn't flash her entire body at a guy from another family because she has zero sense of shame.
I should do the same, then.
Come to think of it, after that whole mess I'd gotten a little reluctant about showing my own body. Knowing she was a girl and still stripping casually in front of her was weird on multiple levels. But changing my behavior might have made Nia anxious.
Maybe she's doing this herself as a protest, demanding I act the same way.
If so, the solution was simple: show her my naked body too. I might not stop the madness, but at least I could make her feel secure. A solid plan that covered several possibilities at once.
"Hey, Cali...."
"Hm?"
"Ah, never mind."
The moment I threw off my clothes, the cock that had been suffering in its underwear prison sprang free and swelled to full erection, thick enough to impregnate the air itself. Nia stared blankly, called my name in a daze, then violently shook her head the instant I answered and dove into bed.
...Great. Now I felt ridiculously embarrassed.
So I decided to fight fire with fire—match her body-baring with my own and amplify the shame until she quit. From then on, the second I returned to the dorm I went completely naked, not even underwear, deliberately targeting her.
The problem was that this crazy girl started a staring contest of wills.
Fucking hell, this lunatic....
The moment I ditched even my underwear for full nudity, she ditched hers too and started living completely bare. Summer was approaching and it was getting hot, sure, but a man and a woman living like that inside one dorm room created a spectacle beyond description.
Did I just lose?
Sometimes when I stared at her body long enough to get hard, she would watch mine with open curiosity. Aside from that, we simply lived while looking at each other's naked bodies like it was the most natural thing in the world. I was ducking into the bathroom to jerk off at every opportunity; Nia walking around like that was dangerously stimulating.
Should I just tell her to cut the crap and put some clothes on?
I was starting to wear out. At this point it wasn't even shame anymore—it was pure lust hitting its limit. The club kids were already doing enough horny shit to make life hard; now even the dorm where I was supposed to rest was like this. Lewd thoughts kept flooding my head and I couldn't clear them.
But when the other side treated it like a contest of wills, I couldn't back down either. Giving in and persuading her with words would feel like losing. The words "let's stop" simply wouldn't leave my mouth.
Fine. If I push even further, she'll give up.
Even Nia had basic common sense about men and women. She was only acting this way because she believed we were just casual friends who should hang out without caring about gender—forcing herself down so I'd feel comfortable. When I casually stripped, she must have taken it as a challenge of how far I was willing to go, and the contest began.
In that case, all I had to do was set a condition even a determined Nia couldn't endure.
I kept my face perfectly calm, pretending this was the most ordinary question in the world.
"Nia, want to take a bath together? You've been hiding your gender, so we've never done it before."
"Wh-what?!"
This time it worked. Nia flailed her hands—and her breasts—in total panic, completely losing her composure. I silently cheered and waited for the refusal. Once she refused, I'd bring up our genders, act shocked like I'd only just realized, and naturally reach the conclusion that a man and a woman shouldn't behave like this....
"Y-yeah. Sure, why not?"
But instead of what I wanted, Nia answered with a bright-red face, embarrassed yet still saying yes.