Sweet Dreams and Morning Regrets
Dreaming a sweet dream, Vita basks in it.
-Winner, Vita!-
The familiar cheers bring a smile to her lips unbidden.
-I believed in you, Vita!
-You're our pride!-
Yes, this is it. She'd finally succeeded in her revenge. At last, she'd overtaken Carlyle and reclaimed first place.
A perfectly natural outcome, really? Before that pathetic guy showed up, Vita herself had been number one. Not just any number one, but perennial top of the class!
-...I admit my defeat.
Carlyle said it with a dazed, almost soulless expression. Standing before him, Vita let out a resounding snort of derision.
-Tough luck, Carlyle. You're just a nobody compared to me. Admit it now, won't you?
-Kuh, damn it.
Just then, someone approached Vita cautiously.
-Um, Vita...
It was none other than her secret crush, the lovely Emily Swan!
-Listen, Vita. I've been blind to you all this time. I only realized today how manly you are. Please forgive me!
-Don't worry, Emily. A real man has a broad heart, after all.
Vita pulled the gentle Emily into a soft embrace.
-Vita...
-Emily...
It was a truly perfect day. Utterly, completely perfect.
Tweet tweet—
Just a sweet dream, nothing more.
A sudden birdsong. Her pale gold-tinged lashes curved pleasantly before fluttering open.
...What? A dream?
Blinking, Vita quickly grasped reality. A pang of regret made her smack her lips. A dream that good? She'd welcome it anytime.
Her body felt utterly languid, the ceiling above cozy and inviting.
Today's the weekend, right...?
Still a bit drowsy, she decided to sleep more. Mindlessly rolling to her side—then freezing solid.
Ugh... huh?
Why the hell was that guy's mug right in her face first thing in the morning? Ruining her mood already—Carlyle Schultz's face, inches away.
Memories crashed over her like a storm, draining the color from Vita's face.
The pill had turned her into a girl, but she'd still taken the duel. Then followed him here of her own accord. And after that...
Oh, crap...!
Recalling it all, Vita bolted upright in horror.
Something utterly impossible had happened.
No one to blame but herself.
[If you're so confident, let's do it then.]
She'd been the one to accept the bet.
Aah, seriously...
Cupping her face, Vita screamed silently.
A little unfair, honestly. Her head had just been spinning for a moment. No doubt about it. The unfamiliar sensations had driven her mad.
Thoughts swirled, but one conclusion stood out.
I've gotta get out of here. Now.
She couldn't stand the sight of his face anymore. Above all, she absolutely couldn't acknowledge it. The loser had to serve as the winner's subordinate for a month.
And the result of that bet was...
"You're awake, Bianca?"
She'd moved stealthily enough to cramp her legs, but he'd opened his eyes and grabbed her wrist.
"Where you off to? It's morning."
Vita squeezed her eyes shut and snapped curtly.
"Let go. I'm leaving."
No way was she mentioning last night! She'd act like nothing happened and slip out naturally. That was her plan—no choice.
"Must hurt since it was your first time. Why not rest a bit more?"
Carlyle chuckled and spouted that nonsense.
Trembling with rage, Vita flipped him the bird.
Please shut the hell up.
"Ha... for real."
Carlyle smirked, then yanked the wriggling girl into his arms.
"Let go, you—!"
How could she be this adorable right after waking? Like a squirming kitten. Leaning close to her ear, Carlyle whispered huskily,
"You were plenty satisfied too, right?"
Before Vita could explode and thrash, he surprisingly let her go.
"Kuh—"
Why was that jerk so damn amusing? She could tell he was just teasing her like it was a joke. Biting her lip, she gave up on retorting.
No point getting mad over bullshit like that... I'd just look stupid.
Her face burning with shame and fury, Vita scrambled into her clothes, pretended to head to the bathroom, then bolted from the room.
Plan thirty-six: strategic retreat!
"What the hell, that guy...!"
Moments later, panting, Vita slumped against the hallway wall to catch her breath.
Well, at least he'd been undressing and couldn't react. She caught a glimpse of his dumbfounded face through the door crack.
So what're you gonna do about it?
Carlyle Schultz, of all people. It pissed her off for no reason. She'd given him the opening, got completely swept up.
No ground to stand on. No righteous indignation.
Still, she patted herself on the back for escaping—
She had zero intention of being his subordinate!
Wasn't that the bet? Loser serves winner for a month.
Sure, it was a proper duel. She'd agreed. Accepting defeat gracefully was part of it.
But Vita Shama's verdict: that duel had unfair elements!
The body's pleasure wasn't something you could just endure. And their stats? Worlds apart.
Hell, from the start—could she even admit it? Be his subordinate? His slave? She'd sooner bite her tongue and die.
"Haa—"
Vita sighed deeply.
Self-loathing surged at her pathetic state.
But it was unavoidable. If she'd known more about a woman's sensations, she never would've accepted that unfair duel.
Self-justifying like that, Vita thought.
The bizarre feelings, the lack of control? Blame the drug.
That weird pill that turned her female.
Definitely not 'cause this body's lewd.
Yeah, probably?
Anyway, after fleeing Carlyle's room, Vita lingered a moment.
Shame and self-disgust crashing in. Face and head burning hot, dizzying. Her pride as a man wounded.
"Haa—"
Vita barely made it back to her room. Like a spy on a top-secret op.
Shh-shh—hiding in corners, she'd finally returned.
-Hey, where you going?
-Out for a jog nearby.
Every voice nearby forced her to hold her breath.
Simple reason: her room was still in the no-girls-allowed zone.
The men's dorm, that is.
Reindeer, Libra, and finally Ouroboros.
St. Antiope Academy divided into three dorms, further split by gender.
So for girl-Vita now, getting back wasn't easy.
Gotta fix this mess fast.
Obviously, turning male again would solve these absurd issues naturally.
Rubbing her throbbing forehead, Vita scanned the room.
Private academy perks: spacious digs. She hated mess anyway, so it was tidy overall.
White wooden desk and chair, bed beside it. Massive shelf on one wall packed with figures.
Various heroes and robots. Pushing through, she pulled out a hidden treasure.
Her absolute favorite figure.
"What do I do, Rosalyn?"
Magical Girl Eve Rosalyn—an anime from over a decade ago.
Vita loved anime. A full-blown otaku.
Especially this one: Magical Girl Eve Rosalyn.
[Magical Girl Eve Rosalyn! Manifesting with the power of love!]
Story's cliché. Super cute, mega-strong magical girl Eve Rosalyn saves the world. Yeah, she knew—juvenile stuff.
A self-proclaimed tough guy liking this? She got how weird it was.
But still...
First anime she ever watched. Special attachment.
Started with the catchy song, the pretty protagonist... then it got real.
[I will never! Never ever give up!]
Eve's unyielding spirit—never bowing to evil, always winning in the end—really resonated.
A guy's firsts matter, right?
Dusting the figure with a handkerchief restored her calm. The simple task lifted her mood; she tucked precious Rosalyn back away.
"...What can I do?"
Answer was set.
Turn back male. Find a way, somehow.
Yesterday's unfamiliar pleasure had drilled home her changed body.
Unthinkingly, Vita approached the mirror.
Lush auburn hair gleaming in sunlight. Skin flawless white, almost translucent; delicate features sharp yet cute. Pretty.
Shortish, but not tiny—maybe just under 160cm?
Slender curves, feminine vibe.
Vita mused absently: At this level, she wouldn't lose to her crush, Emily Swan.
Emily felt a tad more mature, but...
Pretty... yeah, she really is...
Savoring it briefly, Vita fell speechless—then flushed as a thought hit.
Yeah, up till yesterday.
Vita Shama had been pretty clueless about sex.
But in one day...
She'd learned a ton.
......
Staring silently into the mirror, Vita recalled.
Pretty. Hot. No wonder cocky Carlyle kept saying it.
And yeah, she saw it too.
...Not my body, though.
She swallowed dryly.
Still couldn't accept this as hers.
But that's exactly why curiosity stirred.
I mean, duh? Not weird, right?
She'd just resolved: turn back male ASAP.
So in her mind, it was settled: she'd revert, and this body would...
Kinda wasteful, a little.
Chances like this don't come often.
A guy's natural curiosity about a woman's body.
And Vita was a proper man herself.
Plus, honestly.
Well, y'know.
A woman's body was insanely sensitive; yesterday's memories still vivid.
Won't feel this again after reverting...
That thought made her lick her dry lips impatiently.
Room empty now, no one coming.
Can't help weird thoughts when the mirror shows that.
Flawless skin dotted with red marks—kinda erotic.
Suddenly pissed, Vita thought,
Should've tapped out...
Made sense. He'd seen it all anyway; acting prim now was weird.
"Ha—"
Clenching her thighs against the odd sensation, she soon resolved.
Just once?
Yeah, once. Not even sure what "it" was.
Definitely morning.
"Nng... uhn...!"
On the bed, one hand over her mouth, the other below—solo time.
Like... this? No? This way?
Recalling how Carlyle had touched her, clumsily, innocently.
First time self-pleasuring, lost in it.
Till evening, her hips spasmed, squirting repeatedly.
"Heh... uhng."
Felt dumb. Who knew how many orgasms; sensations melting away.
Still, less satisfying than with Carlyle—she bit her lip.
Not enough, something...
Blind to her own state. Knowing she should stop, but couldn't.
Thus, utterly spent, Vita slept deep into the night.
"Senior! Senior—!"
Unaware the next morning would bring an unexpected guest.