Chapter 28
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: 3.8 Rumors: True or False? 3.8-2 Does the TS'd Original Protagonist Wear Women's Underwear?
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"What the hell are you doing coming all the way to the third-year classroom..."
"After all that, you're asking me to play along with some lame act like that? Don't make me laugh!"
The Sinozaki Shinobu who'd heard my full story glared at me with a face like she'd bitten into a bug.
It looked like she had no intention of granting my desperate plea.
I resorted to my last-ditch effort, clinging to Shinobu's leg and hanging on for dear life.
"Shinoshino! Help me out here! I'm begging you!"
"No way! Why should I?!"
This devil!
Don't you feel sorry for Sana and Hina?
"You're mad because I saw your panties? Fine, I'll show you mine!"
"Eek!? N-No, I don't need that!"
"Come on! Between us!"
"Between us what?!"
"We're panty-showing buddies!"
"Shut up! Don't say weird shit in front of someone else's classroom!"
I clung to Shinobu's leg desperately, but all I got for my troubles was kicks and stomps.
And ever since that last incident, Shinobu had started wearing spats over her panties, so I couldn't even catch a glimpse.
Beaten for nothing in return. So unfair.
"Get lost! Go back to your own classroom!"
"Guh."
Shinobu kicked me rolling away and left without a backward glance.
The upperclassmen snickered as they watched me sprawled in the hallway like a rag.
"Whew. Shinoshino's a bust too, huh."
I slumped into a corner of the hallway, arms crossed, deep in thought.
I'd hoped to leverage Shinobu's popularity with the underclassmen to pull this off somehow.
She's got no real skill, but she's popular with the juniors, after all.
But Shinobu shot down my earnest request flat. Turns out she's a heartless demon who can't comprehend others' suffering.
"Haa~."
If I'd known it'd come to this, maybe I should've just become the Guard Captain myself?
Nah. That'd just mean more annoying work.
And I wouldn't have gotten as popular as Shinobu.
Haa. What now?
I can't just go back to Sana after all she's done for me—those things and more—and say, "Sorry, no dice."
Even if it wasn't for Sana, I'd do anything for Yuuki and Hina.
"Haa..."
"You look like you've got a lot on your mind, Naibusu."
"President."
There stood Student Council President Mizuki Kyoko, looking down at me with pity.
This was the third-year hallway, so her presence wasn't weird or anything.
"Naibusu. Why haven't you come to me with this?"
"Eh? But how could I possibly bother the President with—"
"I told you to come to me with any problems, no matter what."
"W-Well, you did say that, but this is personal stuff. I can't trouble you with it."
"When I said 'problems,' that includes personal ones. Are you trying to turn me into someone you just use and discard, Naibusu?"
"Ugh... President...!"
Her warm words nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Heh heh. Perfect, she's hooked. I'll make her test out that video stuff as payment!
"On second thought, forget I asked."
"Why?"
"Gives me the chills for some reason."
I'd been on the verge of shedding tears.
I'd underestimated the President way too much.
She unfolded the folding fan in her hand and gently fanned her face.
Her long hair swayed slightly.
"Heh. Your opinion doesn't matter, Naibusu. I'm helping because I want to."
"President... what exactly are you planning?"
Something about this felt ominous.
If things went south even a little...
I didn't care if I got hurt, but I couldn't let anything happen to Yuuki or Hina.
"Naibusu. Does Kurosaki Yuuki have what it takes to join the President's Guard?"
"...Yuuki, in the Guard?"
"You know the requirements, right?"
I'm in the Guard myself. Of course I know.
Trust. Skill. Diligence.
Just those three.
But surprisingly few people meet all three.
The most important is trust.
No matter how skilled, we don't let in anyone we can't trust.
...What about me, you ask?
Is there anyone more trustworthy than me?
"Yes. Of course. I think Kurosaki Yuuki is more qualified than anyone."
Trust, skill, diligence—Yuuki excels in all.
She's the perfect fit for the Guard.
"...But..."
"But?"
"Yuuki, she... doesn't seem too keen for some reason..."
Truth is, I've been trying to recruit her since last year, but her reactions weren't great.
I figured she'd love doing stuff together.
"Not keen on the Guard itself? Or on me, the President?"
"That's..."
I couldn't say it.
That Yuuki doesn't like the President much.
Maybe because I ditched her last year to focus on President stuff?
But I couldn't drag Yuuki into something that dangerous. It'd put the whole family at risk.
And solo recon was safest for gathering intel anyway.
"Well, I had a pretty good idea even without you saying it."
The feelings of a girl toward her love rival... something like that?
Yuuki's a guy, after all.
Poor Yuuki, ending up like this. Must be tough.
"Anyway, fine. I'll help you. But in return, convince Kurosaki Yuuki to join by the end of the day. Can you do it?"
So, persuade Yuuki to join the Guard.
Can I pull that off? She's turned me down before.
"...Understood."
No choice. Dogeza it is if I have to.
She won't refuse if I really put my head on the line.
And so, I got the President's help—conditionally.
The only worry was whether I could convince Yuuki easily, but...
"Fine. I'll join."
"...For real?"
Yuuki accepted Guard membership with shocking ease.
"I've been on the fence anyway. One more nudge from you, and I'd have caved."
"Ah~ I had no idea."
Should've said something sooner.
Not being able to read Yuuki's mind is such a pain.
"Hina's been weighing on me too."
"Ah. Figured."
Yuuki must've been struggling with Hina's issue too.
Her wry smile hinted at the complicated feelings of needing to borrow help from someone she didn't like.
"No other options, right? Can't turn back into a guy overnight or anything. No clue how the President's gonna help, but right now, I'd grab any lifeline."
There was an undercurrent of distrust toward the President in her words.
I glanced around to make sure no one was listening.
"...Just in case, don't let on that you dislike the President around the other Guard members."
"Don't worry. I'm not that clueless like you."
What do you mean? I'm plenty sharp.
"It's not like I hate Mizuki or anything."
"Good to hear."
And with that, Yuuki joined the President's Guard.
Now if only the Hina problem works out.
Guess I have to trust the President.
"Hina. When are you gonna introduce us to that 'cool big bro' of yours?"
Lunchtime.
First-year girls clustered on the grass, unpacking their lunches.
Today's topic was still the 'cool big bro' Hina had bragged about.
"Maki, you're on that again?"
"It's your sis, not bro. Pfft."
"Won't believe it till I see it myself. Turning into a girl overnight?"
"Kurosaki, spill. What's the real deal?"
As the chatter turned to her, Hina flinched, shoulders trembling.
"...Uh, well."
"Yes or no? What's with the 'well'?"
"You see her every day at home."
"Boy or girl? Bro or sis?"
The interrogation dragged on, Hina's shoulders shrinking smaller by the second.
"...Okay, this is a secret, but."
One girl cautiously spoke up.
"I heard from a big sis in the Guard."
The girls' eyes shifted naturally from Hina to her.
"Kurosaki's 'bro' was actually a sis undercover as a guy for a secret mission."
"...Secret mission?"
Hina had never heard that one before.
Of course it wasn't true.
Yuuki-oniichan had been a boy and a brother since Hina was born.
But Hina decided to play along and hear it out.
"Remember that big high school purge last year?"
"Purge? Wasn't it just a bunch studying abroad?"
"Naive. You think they'd all go abroad without a word? They got 'handled,' then they told the students it was study abroad to cover it up. Academy vibes were getting bad."
The storyteller mimed slitting her throat, implying they were all killed.
The girls stopped chopsticking, ears perked for the juicy tale.
"Know what those purge targets had in common?"
"...They were all guys?"
Another girl who'd heard bits chimed in, and the storyteller snapped her fingers.
"Bingo. The male Student Council members plotted a coup to enslave the President and female execs as sex slaves!"
"No way!"
"That's why men suck!"
Absurd and unrealistic, yet no one doubted it.
Reality didn't matter to them. Fun did.
Even the rumor that Hina's cool bro was a crossdressing perv.
Truth irrelevant—just entertaining. Bro or sis? Didn't matter from the start.
"To infiltrate those guys, a secret agent disguised as a boy. That was Kurosaki Yuuki, Kurosaki's sis."
"No way!"
"She gathered intel on the coup and passed it to Mizuki. Then new Guard Captain Sinozaki Shinobu-senpai and the Guard wiped 'em out!"
"Eek!"
"So cool!"
The audience loved it, hyping the storyteller.
But someone always had to rain on the parade.
"Pfft. Who buys that? All those council guys dead?"
"It's legit info."
"Hina, say something. This real?"
"I-I don't... know anything..."
Hina couldn't utter the truth herself.
This tale was hard to swallow, but bro turning girl overnight? Even wilder.
The others weren't really asking anyway.
Just needed filler chat to kill time.
"Oh. Guard incoming."
Suddenly, the President, Guard Captain, and nearly ten others crossed the grounds.
Too flashy not to notice.
"Haa, Sinozaki-senpai's so cool..."
"President's gorgeous..."
The girls gawked dreamily.
They were at that age—drooling over cool big sis types over snot-nosed boys their grade.
"Huh? Coming this way?"
The group veered straight toward them.
The girls scrambled up, bowing to the President.
No rule said bow to President, but their aura commanded it naturally.
"Kurosaki Hina."
The leader—President Mizuki Kyoko—spoke.
"Y-Yes?!"
Hina, never dreaming her name'd be called, jolted upright.
Mizuki smiled benevolently, taking Hina's hand.
"You and your sister's efforts saved me and the Student Council. Thank you on behalf of all of us."
"E-Eh? I-I didn't...?"
Hina panicked at the baffling words.
"The covert op's over, so no more secrets. And thanks for keeping it quiet till now, Miss Kurosaki Hina."
"Uh..."
"President. We should go."
"Then, take care."
At the displeased Guard Captain Sinozaki Shinobu's urging, Mizuki turned from Hina.
"T-Take care..."
Hina barely managed an awkward reply.
No clue what just happened.
"Kurosaki! What was that?!"
"So the story's true?"
"OMG! Kept it secret all this time?"
"Hina, meanie! Tell me at least!"
"What? You'd blab to the whole grade!"
Post-departure, chaos erupted.
Hina, the center, dazedly absorbed complaints and cheers.
She understood it least—of anyone.
Then she spotted a familiar face at the group's rear: Naibusu Winzer, Yuuki-oniichan's bestie.
Naibusu waved at Hina with his usual playful grin.
"Naibusu... Oniichan...?"
Hina murmured blankly under her breath.
EP.3.8-2. Does the TS'd Original Protagonist Wear Women's Underwear?
After school at the Academy.
Yuuki and I were alone at my place, practicing skills.
Method's simple.
Any skin contact with Yuuki, then I try invading her mind.
My Mind Rune attempts a hack; her Aegis Rune auto-defends.
I call this 'Mind Mining.'
Just attempting it levels our skills.
As kids, we'd hold hands. Older, shoulders or nape.
Guy holding hands forever looks weird.
Today, hand on Yuuki's nape again.
Mind Rune still bounces off Aegis, but Yuuki's body felt girly from behind now.
Then a sudden question hit me.
"Yuuki."
"Yeah?"
"What about your underwear?"
"U-Underwear?"
Yuuki jolted away in shock.
Mind mining interrupted.
"Why freak out?"
"...Why bring up underwear?"
"Dunno. No bra strap visible on your back. Girls usually have 'em."
"Ah."
Minor curiosity.
What undies does girl-bodied Yuuki wear?
Not pervy intent—if she's struggling, us guys could brainstorm solutions.
"Not wearing any?"
"N-Not... exactly."
Yuuki settled back.
I placed my hand on her now-redder nape, resumed mining.
"Then?"
"W-Well... bandages..."
"Bandages?"
Oh, right.
Remembered from old comics pre-possession.
Girls disguising as boys binding chests.
"Not uncomfortable?"
"Kinda... slips sometimes."
"Hm. Maybe wrong wrapping method?"
Loop over shoulders to secure—no slipping.
"Want me to wrap it for you?"
"Eh?!"
Yuuki pulled away again, stunned.
"Why so shocked? Bros helping bros. Better than solo, right?"
"Th-That's true, but... bros...?"
"Ah. Insensitive of me. Sorry."
I'd treated her like a guy so naturally.
Even up close, she felt 'kinda girly now' but not 'she's a girl' real.
"Or prefer a girl to do it? Ask my sis?"
"No..."
Tough for Yuuki either way—guy or girl helper.
Even changing room dilemma: boys' or girls'?
You turned Yuu into a girl.
Akane's voice echoed.
I won't fully own that. But some influence? Can't deny.
Not just guilt—I wanted to help if I could.
But first time for this; clueless how.
After much fidgeting, Yuuki decided.
"...You do it, Naibusu."
"Sure? Cool?"
"...Yeah. You don't think anything weird, right? Even with my body's a girl's."
Yuuki smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Yeah, pretty much."
Body suddenly girly didn't make Yuuki feel girly.
Didn't even feel real.
Knew body shrank, but.
Yuuki was Yuuki.
Even with boobs—guy with chest growth, not girl boobs.
My conviction: firm.
"...Then, please."
Yuuki stood, unbuttoning her uniform top.
One by one from the top.
Glanced my way at the third, but I watched indifferently.
She undid the last, shrugged off the top.
Chest bandages exposed.
"H-How's it look?"
"Look? ...Yuuki, you're... way smaller now?"
Bandages aside—
She'd weakened shockingly.
Narrow shoulders, girly-thin arms.
Ribs protruding, abs barely there.
Huge diff from clothed view.
"Still... weird?"
"Weird? ...Can you even fight like that?"
Yuuki was a hero who'd hit major during Great Catastrophe as my partner.
Her Aegis Rune—block any monster hit with mana—was busted, a walking fortress.
Kid Yuuki was reliable.
Any attack, Yuuki's got it.
But adult this Yuuki? Untrustworthy.
One weak monster hit, she'd die.
"Probably fine... Runes and levels seem intact..."
"Hm."
Rune Holder combat ain't just runes/levels.
No base stamina/strength? High level useless.
E.g., base strength 10 +5x level bonus =50 power.
Base 5 +7x=35.
Yuuki's strength looked under half before.
Combat power tanked, for sure.
"Eh, no point worrying."
Hope no old-school monster swarm charges.
This Yuuki should be fine sans sniper ambush. Probably.
"Th-Then, I'll unwrap."
Yuuki gripped bandage end, pondered long.
Finally resolute, unwrapped.
-Srrrrk.
Thud. Bandage hit floor.
Blushing beet-red, Yuuki bared her chest to me.
"H...How's it?"
"What?"
I gruffly replied, picking up the fallen bandage.
"Who asked to see your tits? Said I'd rewrap."
"Ah, right... Heh heh."
My bluntness eased her; small relieved laugh.
...Meanwhile, I sweated bullets inside despite cool exterior.
Totally different from what I pictured! What the hell!
Guy chest? Who said that crap! No way!
Any angle—pure girl boobs.
Not huge. Fist-sized, barely B-cup maybe.
But definitely.
Girl boobs.
Not just chest—full girl build.
Slim figure, flawless skin, pale untouched-by-sun breast flesh, ending in cherry-pink nipples.
If not girl body, what is?!
Crowning it: Yuuki's shy smile.
...Had to admit it.
Deep down.
Yuuki was a girl now.
"Sorry, Naibusu. Know it's weird for bros to care, but... I was worried you'd see me strange."
"...Kuh!"
Conscience stabbed.
Sorry, Yuuki.
I just saw you weird.
"D-Don't sweat it, Yuuki. I'm Naibusu, you're Yuuki. Body change changes nothing, right?"
"Yeah?"
I forced a shaky smile, lips trembling.
Yuuki beamed innocently.
"Thanks, Naibusu. Was so worried you'd turn like those guys, try to pounce..."
Overwhelmed, Yuuki sniffled, wiping tears.
"Sorry. Know you wouldn't, but girl body messes my head. Tears like this now. Sniff."
Kuh...
Kuhhh...
KRAAAAH!!
Damn!! Die, Naibusu!!
Harboring filthy thoughts on this Yuuki?!
Die! Gayass!!
What girl boobs?! Yuuki's chest only!!
Just leaner with some chest growth!!
Shut up!! I ain't fazed!!
Don't crawl out from down there!! Incest gay freak!!
"...Fuu."
Sighed to tame rampaging mind.
Spoke calmly as possible.
"Yuuki. I get you're struggling. Anything I can help with, say it. We're buds, yeah?"
"...Thanks, Naibusu. Sniff."
"C'mon. Bandage first. Here."
Staring at those tits more'd open forbidden doors.
Had to cover the corrupting culprit fast.
"Tight or normal?"
"Tight. Hide the bulge."
"Got it."
Arms around from back, under armpits.
Even from behind: girl body.
Post-boob view: definitely girl.
Damn.
I'm unfazed. Unfazed.
Self-chanting nonstop, started wrapping chest.
"Nnh...!"
But before one loop, my hand grazed her nipple.
"...Sorry! Yuuki!"
Apologized dogeza-level intense.
"S'fine. Wasn't on purpose."
Her turning smile made my heart pound.
Damn... Me too now? Heart attack?
"Bind tight then. No loosening."
"R-Right."
Retry.
Shoulder loop for no-slip.
Luckily, no incidents this time.
"Should hold now."
"Nice. Good call asking you."
Covered, my heart calmed too.
Whew. Lost ten years there.
"Ah."
"Ah."
Then.
Relaxed too much?
Absentmindedly tucked bandage end inside chest for finish.
Hand'd slip in naturally, but.
Brain blanked on basics.
Like possessed.
"...Nai...busu..."
"Sorry. My bad, short-sighted."
Stay cool.
She'll say fine again.
Naive.
"Not that... Something on my butt... maybe...?"
Yeah.
It was standing.
My junior.
"Hwah?!"
Startled, I recoiled.
Bandage snagged in hand, tangled.
"Kyaa!?"
We tumbled, entwined.
In slow-mo time.
Yuuki's wide eyes, exposed chest through loose bandage.
-Jiggle.
Luck or curse: landed on bed.
But.
What cosmic joke is this.
"Ah...!"
Yuuki's chest: on my hand.
Her 'down there': on my crotch.
Not some old romcom.
How do I keep landing these?!
Anyway, so soft. Yuuki's chest. Duh, but.
Butt too: real girl butt.
Squishy-soft, no muscle.
And.
With mine standing, confirmed crystal clear.
Yuuki's 'down there': no guy parts.
Eyes met with beet-red downward-gazing Yuuki.
Manga-ripped beauty face.
This girl's on my crotch now.
Realization hit; already swollen thing twitched!
"Eek...!"
Reaction transmitted to Yuuki too.
Her most sensitive spot pressing mine—obvious.
This ain't me.
My inner Naibusu's reaction.
...Wanna excuse it so bad, but can't voice it.
This frustration—won't reach Yuuki.
"Sorry!! Naibusu!!!"
Yuuki bolted up, snatched shed clothes, fled room.
"Yuuki! Put clothes on first!!"
Yelled at half-naked fleeing back, too late—she was gone.
"Ah. Screwed up."
Yuuki was guy till recently.
Hard to brush off my hard-on.
"...What do I even say tomorrow?"
Alone in Yuuki-scented room, I tore at my hair.
My room reeked of Yuuki's lingering scent.
-Chapter 3. The Women of the Kurosaki Family - Complete-