Chapter 7
Vita is dreaming.
-The winner, Vita-!
A smile naturally spread across his lips at the familiar cheers.
-I knew you could do it, Vita!
-You're our pride-!
Yes, this is it.
At last, he had succeeded in getting his revenge.
Because he had finally overtaken Carlisle and reclaimed first place.
Maybe it was only natural? Vita had originally been in first place before that pathetic loser appeared. And not just once—he had been first forever!
-...I've been defeated.
Carlisle said it with an almost vacant expression.
In front of him, Vita openly snorted with derision.
-It's a shame, Carlisle. In front of me, you were nothing but an ordinary man. You'll admit that now, won't you?
-Tch, damn it.
Just then, someone cautiously approached Vita.
-Um, Vita...
None other than his unrequited love, the lovely Emily Swan!
-Vita, I never recognized you all this time. Only today did I realize how manly you are. Please forgive me!
-Don't worry, Emily.
After all, a man ought to have broad magnanimity.
Vita gently embraced Emily.
-Vita...
-Emily...
Everything was perfect—a truly perfect day.
***
Chirp-chirp-
Though it was only a sweet dream.
Suddenly, birdsong reached him. His pale reddish-gold eyelashes curved pleasantly, then slowly lifted.
‘...What, a dream?’
Blinking, Vita quickly realized he was back in reality.
He clicked his tongue a little in disappointment.
A pleasant dream like that was welcome anytime.
His whole body felt languid, and the ceiling above him looked cozy.
‘Today was probably the weekend...?’
Feeling a little sleepy for some reason, Vita decided to go back to sleep.
He casually turned onto his side, and his thoughts came to a complete stop.
‘Hmm... huh?’
Why was that bastard's face right in front of him? Why was Carlisle Schultz's face ruining his mood first thing in the morning?
Only then did his memories pour over him like a storm, and Vita's face went white.
The medicine had turned him into a woman, but he had still accepted the duel. After that, he had followed this bastard here of his own accord. And then...
‘Oh no, fuck...!’
After recalling every last memory,
Vita was horrified at himself and immediately sat up.
Something that absolutely could not happen had happened.
He couldn't blame anyone else, either.
[Go ahead and try, then.]
Wasn't he the one who had ultimately accepted the match?
‘Aah, seriously...’
Vita covered his face and let out a silent scream.
Honestly, he felt a little aggrieved. His mind had definitely short-circuited for a while. The unfamiliar sensations had driven him out of his mind.
He had countless thoughts, but for now, there was only one conclusion.
‘I need to get out of here right now.’
He couldn't stand looking at that guy's face anymore. Above all, he absolutely couldn't admit it.
The loser was supposed to become the winner's subordinate for a month. And in the end, whatever else happened, the result of the match was...
“…Are you up, Bianca?”
Though Vita had been moving so stealthily that his legs were starting to cramp, the guy who had woken in the meantime reached out and grabbed his wrist.
“Where are you going? First thing in the morning.”
Vita squeezed his eyes shut and deliberately answered in a firm tone.
“Let go. I'm leaving.”
Because he absolutely had no intention of mentioning what had happened yesterday!
He would leave naturally, as though nothing had happened. Vita's only thought at the moment was that he had to do exactly that.
“It must have hurt, since it was your first time. Why don't you rest a little longer before you go?”
Carlisle snickered and uttered such outrageous nonsense that Vita trembled and raised his middle finger.
Please, cut down on the bullshit.
“Ha… seriously.”
Carlisle chuckled, then pulled Vita's struggling feminine form into his arms.
“Let go, you—!”
How could he be this cute from the moment he woke up?
To Vita, who was wriggling like a kitten, Carlisle whispered directly into his ear in a low voice.
“You were satisfied enough too, weren't you?”
Then, before Vita could thrash around and go berserk, he unexpectedly released him without a fuss.
“Tch-”
What did that guy find so funny? Even Vita could see that he was saying it as a joke to tease him.
So he bit his lip, but soon gave up arguing because...
‘Even if I get worked up and argue against that kind of bullshit...’
I'd only make a fool of myself too.
His face completely flushed with shame and anger, Vita hurriedly dressed and pretended to go to the bathroom, then dashed out of the room. A full-on tactical retreat!
“What the hell, that guy…!”
A little later, Vita leaned against the hallway wall, panting as he caught his breath.
Well, fortunately. Though the naked guy hadn't had time to react, Vita could see his bewildered expression through the gap in the door.
‘What are you going to do about it, then?’
Just who did that Carlisle Schultz bastard think he was?
He was irritated for no reason.
He had handed him the opening, and had even been completely swept along himself.
He didn't even have anything to use against him—no grounds to indignantly confront him.
Still, the reason he thought it had worked out was—
Because he had absolutely no intention of becoming that bastard's subordinate!
Wasn't that what the match had been? The loser would become the winner's subordinate for a month.
Of course, it had definitely been a match. He had agreed to it, too.
Acknowledging the outcome was also a necessary part of a match, right?
But Vita Shamal's conclusion was that this match had contained unfair elements—!
In other words, bodily pleasure wasn't something one could simply withstand, and there had been quite a difference in ability between himself and his opponent.
No, to begin with, how could he admit it?
Become that bastard's subordinate? Or his slave?
He'd sooner bite his tongue and die.
“Haa-”
Vita let out a deep sigh. Self-loathing came crashing over him at the sight of how pathetic he had become. But this truly couldn't be helped.
If he had known even a little more about the sensations of a female body, he would never have accepted such an unfair match. Vita consoled himself with that thought.
The medicine must have been responsible for his body being so strange and impossible to control. That strange medicine that had turned him into a woman.
There was absolutely no way his body was lewd like that bastard had said.
Yeah, probably?
Anyway, even after leaving Carlisle's room, Vita stood frozen for a short while.
Shame and self-loathing came surging in.
His face and head were hot, and he was dizzy from the heat. His pride as a man had been wounded, after all.
***
“Haa-”
Vita barely made it back to his room.
Like a lone agent carrying out an unprecedented secret mission.
Rustle-rustle-
He had only just managed to make it back, hiding himself in every corner along the way.
-Hey, where are you going?
-I'm going to work out nearby.
Every time voices sounded nearby, he had to stay silent and hold his breath.
The reason was simple.
His room was still in a restricted area for women. The men's dormitory, that is.
Reindeer, Libra, and finally Ouroboros.
Saint Antiope Academy was divided into three dormitories, and the buildings were further separated by gender.
So for Vita, who was currently a woman, getting back to his room wasn't easy.
‘Seriously, how am I supposed to resolve this situation quickly?’
Naturally, if he just returned to being a man, this strange problem would resolve itself.
Rubbing his throbbing forehead for no reason, Vita looked around the room.
As befitted a private academy, the room was spacious.
Vita disliked untidiness by nature, so the room was fairly neat overall, too.
A white wooden desk and chair stood inside, with a bed beside them.
And on a large shelf along one wall were figures.
Various heroes and robots. Pushing through them, Vita took out one treasured item hidden in the corner—his favorite figure.
“What should I do, Rosalyn?”
Magical Girl Eve Rosalyn was an anime that had aired over a decade ago.
Vita liked anime. In other words, he was an otaku.
Among them, the anime he especially loved was Magical Girl Eve Rosalyn.
[Magical Girl Eve Rosalyn-! Manifesting with the power of love-!]
The plot was nothing special.
It was the story of the adorable and super-strong magical girl Eve Rosalyn saving the world.
He knew. It was childish.
He knew it was strange for someone who claimed to be a macho man to like an anime like this.
‘But even so…’
Magical Girl Eve Rosalyn was the first anime he had ever watched. He had a special attachment to it.
At first, he had liked it because the song was good and the heroine was pretty, but over time, his feelings had become genuine.
[I will never! Never give up-!]
He liked Eve's personality, which never yielded to evil and always ultimately triumphed. Well, firsts were important to a man, too, weren't they?
Vita wiped the dust off the figure with a handkerchief and regained his peace of mind.
That simple chore improved his mood a little, and he put the precious Rosalyn figure back in the corner.
“…What else can I do?”
The answer was obvious.
He had to return to being a man. He would find a way somehow.
He had keenly felt that his body had changed into a woman's through yesterday's unfamiliar pleasure.
Vita unconsciously walked toward the mirror.
His silky red-gold hair shone as it caught the sunlight.
His skin was pure white and translucent, without a single blemish, while his delicate features gave him a rather feisty look. In other words, he was pretty.
He was a little short, but not actually that short. If measured precisely, he was probably just under 160 centimeters.
His overall curves were delicate, with a distinctly feminine quality.
Vita thought absentmindedly.
At this level, surely he wouldn't be inferior even to Emily Swan, the object of his unrequited love. Emily seemed a little more mature, though...
‘Pretty. Definitely pretty...’
After registering that fact for a moment and being rendered speechless, Vita's face gradually reddened at the thought that occurred to him.
***
Yes, up until yesterday.
Until then, Vita Shamal had been fairly ignorant when it came to sex.
But in the span of only one day,
He had discovered so many new sensations.
‘……’
Looking silently into the mirror,
Vita Shamal recalled.
Pretty. Hot.
That arrogant Carlisle must have liked it a lot, judging by how often he had said so.
Because even to Vita's own eyes, it was definitely true.
‘…Of course, it isn't my body.’
Unconsciously, he swallowed dryly. Vita still absolutely couldn't accept this body as his own, and...
But precisely because of that, his curiosity was stirring.
Um, that is.
Isn't this only natural? I'm not weird, am I?
Besides, hadn't he just firmly decided to hurry up and return to being a man?
So in Vita's mind, one fact was already settled.
He was going to return to being a man, and when that happened, this body would...
It would be a little bit of a shame. An opportunity like this(?) definitely didn't come around often.
Being curious about a woman's body was a man's natural curiosity.
And Vita himself was a perfectly respectable man, too.
Besides, to be honest. Well, I mean.
A woman's body was absurdly sensitive, so yesterday's memories remained all too vivid.
‘I'll return eventually anyway…’
He might never feel sensations like that again.
Thinking that, Vita licked his dry lips in inexplicable impatience.
At present, he was completely alone in the room, and no one was coming, either.
He couldn't help having strange thoughts.
His reflection in the mirror was definitely worth looking at, after all.
The red marks left here and there on his snow-white skin gave him a rather risqué look.
Suddenly, Vita got angry.
‘Maybe I should've beaten him up before I left…?’
Come to think of it, that was true.
That bastard had already seen everything, so acting concerned about his dignity now was pretty strange, wasn't it?
“Ha-”
Vita pressed his legs together, enduring the strange sensation, then finally made up his mind.
‘Should I do it just once?’
Yes, just once. Without even knowing himself what he meant by doing it.
It was definitely still morning.
“Mmm… ngh…”
Lying on the bed, Vita covered his mouth with one hand and slipped the other below, enjoying some private time.
Surely... like this?
Or not? Like this?
Recalling how Carlisle Schultz had made his body feel, Vita began, innocently and awkwardly, to pleasure himself.
It was his first time, and he gradually became absorbed in the act.
And so, Vita's hips convulsed, repeatedly spilling his release until evening.
“Heh… eek.”
It felt as though he were becoming an idiot; he lost himself in sensation, unable to tell how many climaxes he had already had.
Of course, it was a little unsatisfying compared with when he had been with Carlisle, so Vita bit his lip.
‘It's not enough, somehow…’
Without even noticing himself acting that way, and despite knowing he ought to restrain himself, he ultimately couldn't stop.
Thus, Vita didn't fall asleep completely exhausted until very late at night.
“Senior! Senior-!”
Not knowing that a completely unexpected visitor would arrive the next morning.