Washing up as usual… right? As Night Xingyao finished washing her face, she felt a wave of discomfort.
Getting long hair wet is a miserable experience, especially when you aren’t intending to wash it. Night Xingyao experienced that exact pain today.
“Xingyao, remember to tie your hair up when you wash up,” Yi Shiyue suggested with a kind smile.
“So much trouble…” Night Xingyao rolled her eyes.
“Let me help you.”
Yi Shiyue leaned in close, smoothed out the stray strands, and gently gathered the hair at the back of Xingyao’s head. Producing a hair tie seemingly out of nowhere, she pulled the hair into a single ponytail.
Night Xingyao could only try her best to calmly enjoy the service.
After all…
Not long ago.
“Xingyao, are you used to this body yet?”
After the two girls woke up, Yi Shiyue sat up and carefully separated her hair from Night Xingyao’s. She looked at the latter, who was currently lying there like a dead fish while trying to escape reality.
“How could I possibly be used to it!”
Night Xingyao flopped like a dead fish, suddenly lunging out from under the covers stark naked. After giving Yi Shiyue a fright, she immediately shrank back into the blanket, as if wrapping herself up was the only thing that could provide a sliver of security.
“Ugh… sob… I can’t face anyone…”
Night Xingyao flipped over, grabbed a pillow, and buried her head under it while lying prone on the bed. Because her movements were too frantic, she accidentally tugged on her hair and hissed in pain, only settling down after a moment of awkward shuffling.
“Xingyao, don’t run away from reality. Xingyao?”
Yi Shiyue finished dressing and tidied her hair. With a mischievous grin, she poked the bulging part of the bedsheet. Night Xingyao twitched once, then went silent again.
The thought of questioning her about the contents of the closet brought a pleasant smile to Yi Shiyue’s face. But more importantly… it was just good that Xingyao was safe.
Yi Shiyue circled the bed before finally stopping at the edge. Reaching out with a “wicked” little hand, she whipped the blanket aside and grabbed the young girl’s foot.
“Eek!”
The owner of the delicate foot trembled violently and let out a cute sound. The girl flipped over and lay on the bed, her face flushed as she looked at Yi Shiyue. Yi Shiyue had already reverted to her form with black hair and black eyes, but Xingyao’s eyes were still full of grievance.
“Shiyue… just let me escape reality for a little while, please? Pretty please~”
The way Night Xingyao used a high-pitched, sweet voice to act spoiled actually left Shiyue a bit at a loss. She didn’t know how Night Xingyao had become so naturally skilled at this; she probably learned it from Xiao Xingling… It couldn’t be that she was naturally gifted at it, right?
Yi Shiyue felt her cheeks heating up. Was she actually the type of person who was weak against this tactic?
Seeing that Night Xingyao was about to double down, Yi Shiyue took a few steps back and walked over to the closet.
Night Xingyao immediately realized something was wrong. Just as she abandoned the blanket to get out of bed, the disaster occurred.
“Shiyue…”
Yi Shiyue pulled a uniform out of the closet, took it off the hanger, and tossed it onto her. She watched her with a beaming smile.
“Xingyao? Put your clothes on properly, and then consider how you’re going to explain yourself.”
‘I’m doomed!!’
‘I knew it!!’
With a sense of inexplicable grief and indignation, Night Xingyao picked up the dress that had been draped over her. She stole a glance at Yi Shiyue and found the other girl staring at her intently with a half-smile. Sensing the pressure from that gaze, she realized things were looking bad. She had no choice but to behave and pull the clothes on, one piece after another.
“As expected, this isn’t your first time.”
Yi Shiyue shifted her posture and crossed her arms over her chest. It was only then that Night Xingyao noticed the clothes Yi Shiyue was wearing were also from her own “stock”…
Shiyue possessed a clean, elegant aura, and her bust was quite a bit larger than her own. It felt as if these clothes looked like something else entirely on such a “hanger.”
Wait, when did my focus become so strange…
“…”
‘Waaah, please let me go…’
Night Xingyao wailed internally and lowered her head dejectedly.
“Look up and look at me properly.”
Yi Shiyue walked over to her side. Seeing Night Xingyao sitting on the bed trying to escape reality again, she reached out and gently pinched the girl’s cheek.
“Ouch.”
Night Xingyao looked up and saw that Yi Shiyue was holding a pair of thigh-high socks in her other hand. Shiyue patted Xingyao’s rounded thigh.
‘Is she… making me wear these?’
Night Xingyao blinked, trying to use her eyes to plead for mercy.
“Of course you have to wear them. How can such an important accessory be missing?”
Yi Shiyue responded with a look full of playful teasing, but Xingyao could clearly see a threat lurking within it.
‘Something is wrong with Shiyue today! Definitely wrong!’
How could the usually gentle and refined girl be so aggressive today? Was she actually a green-eyed monster? That shouldn’t be right… How did her previously considerate childhood friend become like this…
Night Xingyao took the thigh-highs and rolled them up into small circles. She lifted her leg, pointed her toes, and slowly slid them onto her legs one by one.
How should she put it? With this body, the strange sensation of being wrapped by the socks was much more distinct.
To be honest, the feeling of “cross-dressing as a girl” and “wearing girl’s clothes as a girl” was truly different.
As someone who had carefully experienced both sensations, Night Xingyao couldn’t help but compare her current self to her past self. It was a way of making the best of a bad situation.
“Good. Now then, Xingyao, explain yourself properly. From when… did this start?”
Yi Shiyue clapped her hands to pull Xingyao’s attention back. Seeing the girl’s look of utter despair, any lingering hesitation or confusion in Shiyue’s heart transformed into thoughts like, ‘It feels like bullying her will be very fun,’ or ‘That’s what you get for keeping me in the dark for so long.’
Night Xingyao had no choice but to explain the whole story of how she had been forced to become a Cross-dressing Hunter within the Hunter Union as a last resort to hide her identity. Under Yi Shiyue’s strange gaze, she repeatedly promised that she didn’t actually have a cross-dressing fetish, though it seemed the latter didn’t believe her at all.
“Actually, even if you did have such a strange hobby, I would try my best to support you,” Yi Shiyue said, looking at her with a hint of mischief as Night Xingyao finished her parched explanation.
“Then why did you still…”
“Because if I didn’t do this, you would just keep everything bottled up inside. You wouldn’t say a word and would just try to shoulder everything on your own again.”
Yi Shiyue didn’t give her a chance to speak, staring intently at Night Xingyao’s face with a resentful gaze.
“No matter what, you should have more trust in your lover.”
She extended a finger and poked Night Xingyao’s forehead repeatedly.
“Lover…?”
“Hmm? That questioning tone makes me very unhappy.”
“Lover, huh…”
Night Xingyao lightly touched her own lips. Her cheeks burned slightly, and even her heartbeat began to quicken for some reason.
It was true. They were already lovers.
“So, I’m going to properly guide you to become a proper girl, okay?”