There, My Spot

“…My head hurts.”

My head throbbed from the hangover.

I tasted a fishy flavor and the familiar scent of mint in my mouth.

My body trembled as I recalled the memories of last night.

The sensation of Claudia pushing that in, pressing and kneading it.

Just recalling it made my body tremble.

The pleasure that starkly revealed how my body had changed.

I never thought I’d come to wish for something as intense as being violently stabbed instead…

A pleasure that felt like it was deeply engraving, ‘Your body is a woman’s.’

I shook my head and stumbled out of bed.

Considering what had happened, I was surprisingly fine, except for the hangover.

And… the taste of mint chocolate in my mouth.

Someone must have given me that potion.

“Hoo…”

As I swept my hair back and headed towards where I’d put my bag, I heard a rustling sound of fabric dragging on the floor.

I blankly lowered my gaze and saw that I was wearing a strangely thin-looking dress.

…Why am I wearing something like this?

Clutching my throbbing head, I walked with thudding steps and opened my bag, but it was empty inside.

To be precise, there were no clothes at all.

“…What is this?”

Had I been robbed?

But if that were the case, the most valuable potions and materials among them were still intact.

Trying to recall last night’s memories only made my lower abdomen thump, thump.

There were no particularly significant memories.

As I shivered slightly and hugged myself, the door opened.

Veronica and Cecil appeared from beyond the door.

Cecil was holding a tray in her hands, and Veronica was carrying what appeared to be clothes in her arms.

I gave Veronica, who was looking at me with strange eyes, an awkward smile and greeted her.

“…Good morning.”

“….”

Veronica remained silent, but Cecil smiled brightly and returned my greeting.

She held the tray with one hand, then took my hand and led me to the bed.

“Claudia said that when Asha-nim woke up, she would want to eat in bed!”

“….”

As I plopped down onto the bed, Cecil placed the tray on my lap.

…It was quite uncomfortable, but Cecil was looking at me with sparkling eyes, so I had no choice but to pick up the spoon.

I expected it to be the usual thick soup, but what was placed before me was similar to the guk I’d eaten at the dining room.

I felt a strange sensation as I put it in my mouth; it was refreshing, as if it was settling my stomach.

A refreshing feeling I hadn’t felt in a very long time, I suppose.

This must have been made by Claudia.

As I diligently slurped the guk, Veronica approached.

She silently placed the clothes down gently and stared at me intently.

For some reason, I felt nervous.

“…It seems you revealed your identity to Claudia.”

“Cough!”

“Are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah….”

Did Claudia tell her?

It was something that had to be revealed to everyone anyway, so it wasn’t a big problem, but I was a little flustered.

Once my coughing subsided, Cecil smiled and said,

“Then, I don’t have to call you Shaa-nim anymore?”

“…Hmm, I suppose not?”

Since there’s no need to call me by my family name anyway… it should be fine.

When I prove my identity to the Academic Society and return to my original self… I thought it would be better to do it at the Academic Society.

Because it would be too troublesome to say that I’ve changed back again.

…Well, I don’t know if they’ll even accept the changed me right now.

By the way, did Claudia only tell Veronica?

Why doesn’t Cecil know?

Seeing as she brought this soup… no, this guk, it’s not like she didn’t meet her.

…Well, she probably just forgot.

Veronica was silent for a moment.

In that case, it was my turn to ask a question.

“Veronica.”

“…Why?”

“Um… do you know where the clothes in my bag went?”

“Ah.”

Veronica turned her head and said in a low voice,

“…Yesterday, after you came back drunk, you did something unspeakable on them… so I threw them all away.”

“What?”

“You didn’t have anything to wear right away, so I brought some clothes I used to wear… Put them on.”

Having said that, Veronica hurried out as if she had something to hide.

Without even a chance to argue that it didn’t make sense.

In the end, only Cecil, who was smiling brightly, and I remained in the room.

Having no choice, I spooned the guk that Cecil brought me and picked up the clothes Veronica had brought.

…I thought it looked familiar, and then I realized.

It’s an Academy uniform.

“They’re pretty clothes!”

Cecil’s eyes sparkled as she looked back and forth between the uniform and me.

Of course, they’d be pretty.

Because if it couldn’t satisfy the aesthetic sensibilities of those discerning individuals, it wouldn’t have been designated as a uniform.

Even as I wondered why they were doing this to me…

…I was a little intrigued.

Right, let’s just think of it as a Halloween-like day from my previous life.

If I wear a uniform to the Academic Society, the procedures will go smoothly!

As if that would happen?

I sighed, got up from my seat, and put on the uniform.

Now that I looked, the underwear I was wearing also seemed to be a different kind than what I usually wore.

Was the material good? It felt… soft?

…All sorts of thoughts are running through my head.

After haphazardly getting dressed and standing in front of the mirror… I looked like a current Academy student, with no sense of incongruity.

A white shirt and a blazer that clung tightly to my body.

A red tie and the proud symbols of the Academy and the Empire emblazoned on my chest.

And… for some reason, a skirt that felt quite short.

I couldn’t tell if it was because I wasn’t used to it, or if it was originally like this.

Combined with my messy, floating hair, I looked exactly like an Academy student who had just woken up.

My disheveled hairstyle didn’t please me, so I was brushing it when Cecil came trotting over, holding something.

“Asha-nim! Don’t you need to wear this too?”

“What is it…?”

As I brushed my tangled hair, I looked.

I saw a coffee-colored lump.

…The thing I had tried so hard not to notice.

Right.

It was stockings.

“…Well, I don’t think they’re really necessary?”

Then Cecil unfolded the stockings.

The stockings stretched out, outlining the silhouette of legs.

They were even pantyhose.

At my reply, Cecil looked at my legs with a worried expression.

My bare legs, largely exposed due to the skirt that felt too short.

“But… Cecil thinks Asha-nim looks cold. Wouldn’t it be better to wear them?”

“…Hmm.”

As Cecil said, I did feel a little chilly.

I swept my long hair back and pondered for a moment.

If I had to wear something anyway, wouldn’t it be better to wear those, like pants?

I just need to close my eyes, go out, and buy some clothes to change into, right?

Right… let’s do that.

“…Can you give them to me?”

“Yes!”

The stockings I received from Cecil.

They had a strange texture.

Like soft scales, perhaps.

They felt a little cool when I put them on, but once they were on, they were surprisingly warm.

The sensation of wearing pants made the resistance I felt towards wearing a skirt considerably lessen.

…It probably wasn’t actually like wearing pants.

While I was at it, with Cecil’s help, I tied my hair into a ponytail, and I felt like I could be thrown into an Academy classroom right now without any sense of incongruity.

“…Though that won’t happen.”

“Asha-nim?”

“It’s nothing.”

As I blankly stared at my neatly exposed neckline.

Cecil’s hand came up to my nape.

Soft and warm hands.

“Mm-hmm…”

It felt strange.

Then Cecil’s questioning voice was heard.

“Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

“No… I’m just a little stiff. But why my neck all of a sudden…?”

“The part connected to your hair is fascinating!”

…I thought everything was fascinating to her.

When I didn’t answer, Cecil mumbled with a crestfallen face, perhaps thinking something.

“Perhaps Cecil shouldn’t have touched it…?”

“Ah, no, it’s not like that. I was just… curious because you touched it suddenly…”

“Then… can Cecil touch it?”

“Uh… yes. As much as you want.”

“Hehe… Thank you.”

Then Cecil’s soft hands began to massage my neck.

Somehow, I felt like my headache was disappearing.

Is this the effect of a massage?

Looking in the mirror, I saw myself, with reddened cheeks, getting my neck massaged.

I felt no sense of incongruity in thinking of it as my own appearance.

I just thought that if I even wore glasses, I’d look like an Academy student sitting in a corner seat by the window.

Realizing that incongruity, I shook my head vigorously.

I got up from my seat with Cecil’s giggling voice.

…What am I getting so excited about?

When I went downstairs with Cecil, Master-nim, Veronica, and Claudia were whispering something.

Master-nim had a somewhat reluctant expression.

Veronica seemed to be deep in thought.

Only Claudia seemed to be in a good mood.

Their mysterious meeting immediately disbanded as I came down.

Master-nim blinked and mumbled,

“…Why are you wearing something you didn’t even wear when you attended the Academy?”

“Oh, what can I do when these are the only clothes I have….”

Feeling unnecessarily embarrassed, I averted my gaze, and Master-nim replied in a strange voice,

“No, well, it does suit you, but…”

“Su-suit me well, you say…”

Meanwhile, Veronica approached and adjusted my clothes.

“…You idiot, you can’t even put on your clothes properly.”

“I-it’s my first time wearing this, so I might not know.”

“For someone who doesn’t know, you even tied your hair…?”

“It was uncomfortable….”

Veronica chuckled and tightened the tie around my neck.

The tie, clinging tightly to my neck… somehow felt suffocating.

“Even if it’s suffocating… bear with it a bit.”

Claudia watched me, smiling contentedly.

Recalling what happened last night, it was hard to meet her gaze.

I thought I should quickly attend the Academic Society, then go buy new clothes.

…Nothing bad will happen, right?