So, since her puberty, Makoto had to wrap herself in compression bandages.
Makoto lowers her head.
She bites her lip.
Her heart thumps.
She doesn’t want to show it.
To no one but her lord.
“What does that even matter right now?”
The grumbling voice of Kim Deok-Sung rings in her ears.
Makoto carefully hands him a new bandage.
“It’s not ugly at all, so hurry up and wrap it up. If anyone sees us like this, I’ll be the only one in trouble.”
Kim Deok-Sung helps her wrap the bandage with his eyes closed.
Whoosh.
Makoto’s face turns red.
“Ah, you said it’s not ugly… Really…? My chest… it’s just big and useless…”
Thump.
Makoto’s heart races.
“Since you say it’s not ugly, can you please help me wrap it? What if a clerk catches us like this?”
Kim Deok-Sung’s irritated voice pierces her ears.
Makoto’s lips twitch.
‘He told me it’s not ugly…’
Hehe.
A smile blossoms on Makoto’s face.
It was the first time.
Someone complimented her chest hidden under the bandages.
Her large chest, which she’d seen as a monstrosity, might actually look a bit pretty today.
‘My one and only lord.’
Thump.
Feeling a pleasant thrill, Makoto wraps her chest tightly with the bandage.
The familiar sensation of pressure on her large chest.
Finally, Kim Deok-Sung ties the knot securely in the back.
“All done.”
Glad they finished before anyone showed up.
Makoto breathes a sigh of relief.
“Hurry up and get dressed.”
“Okay, my lord.”
In a small voice, Makoto quickly puts on her clothes.
Her boyish reflection appears in the mirror again.
A familiar male appearance she’s always seen.
But continuing to live like this…
Doesn’t feel so great.
‘If I’m with my lord, maybe I…’
Perhaps.
She might live the refined lady’s life she had longed for.
Images of her and her lord having a picnic on a green hill, dressed in a straw hat and a dress, flash through Makoto’s mind.
Makoto’s face flushes.
Just then, as a grin draws on her lips.
Ding-dong.
Her phone rings.
Makoto turns on her phone.
There, she sees:
[Makoto, I’m watching you.]
[Eliminate Kim Deok-Sung within 5 hours.]
[If you fail to act in 5 hours, I’ll take matters into my own hands.]
A message from the head of the Kamiya clan, Ritsuko.
Makoto’s face goes pale.
*
Near the clothing store.
Three beautiful girls wearing trench coats are peering inside with their fedoras pulled low.
“This is suspicious. Why on earth did they go into the women’s section?”
Olivia’s blue eyes narrow.
Olivia’s blue eyes narrow.
She murmurs in a small voice.
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
Olivia swallows her words.
“The transfer student must be a boy, but why…?”
Rin, who has her mask hanging around her chin and is sipping on a chocolate frappuccino, trails off.
She can’t make sense of the situation.
“Could it be… that Master wants to dress the transfer student in women’s clothes?”
Behind them, the orange-haired girl in a baroque coat, Nishizawa Eri, chimes in.
The moment Olivia and Rin hear her words, their faces stiffen.
Dressing a guy in women’s clothes?
That goes far beyond the preferences these two girls had in mind.
“W-What a scoundrel…!! Pervert!! N-Nonsense!”
“Even if he’s my future husband, th-this is a bit… How am I supposed to satisfy that…?”
Rin, her face flushed, stutters.
A preference for cross-dressing men?
She can’t even fathom where it went wrong.
Rin, who’s confident she could satisfy all his interests—from maid cosplays to leash walks—realizes that’s simply impossible.
You can’t change someone’s gender, after all.
“Shh. Master’s talking, you know. Can’t you hear?”
Nishizawa Eri puts a finger to her lips.
Rin and Olivia fall silent.
The three of them lean in.
“Right now… Strip and come here. When I’m being nice.”
The moment Kim Deok-Sung’s stuttering command reaches the ears of the three girls, their faces turn ghostly pale.
“W-Wait, strip? W-What does that even mean…? Does he mean what I think he means? Is it that I’m not enough? *Is my charm as a woman that low…?* I thought I was confident about my breast size…”
Rin’s flustered voice stumbles over her words.
“Disgusting, crude, this is unacceptable. I absolutely cannot allow anyone, especially a guy, to be dragged into bed like this as a personal maid!!”
Olivia, blushing red, erupts.
“Master… Did I say something to a guy…? Was Eri’s stellar beauty not enough? Is it the breast size again? I’ll try harder. I’ll drink more milk…”
Nishizawa Eri measures her own breast size.
The dubious trio’s antics continue.
*
The clothing store commotion ended without any issues.
After that, Makoto became quieter and her actions grew awkward, but it wasn’t something to be concerned about.
That’s a good thing.
The original story instinctively comes to mind.
‘In the original, she acted like this after receiving a threatening message from Ritsuko.’
Makoto was on a not-quite date with Yuji.
Just when they were having a great time, she suddenly received a message from Ritsuko urging assassination.
Because of that, Makoto unexpectedly became quiet, and Yuji, trying to console her, showed his gentler side.
Ah, I’ve already read an entire light novel’s worth.
Seeing Makoto’s suspicious behavior, as illustrated in the anime, materialize in front of me leaves me unsure whether to laugh or cry.
A true assassin should be good at acting and hiding feelings, right?
One thing is certain, though: just as I expected, Ritsuko kicked things into gear.
As I let the original story flash through my mind, she said…
“Kim-kun…”
Makoto pulls my wrist gently and whispers.
“Why?”
“…I-I want to go check that out over there… Is that okay?”
“Um, I want to go there… Is that okay?”
Makoto timidly points to a cake shop decked out in pink and white.
It’s definitely the kind of place that seems more suited for girls, judging by the decor.
It’s the same cake shop Yuji went to in the original story.
True to Japan, where they often praise their dessert culture in light novels, there are plenty of other dessert shops around.
“Let’s go.”
There’s no reason not to.
I was a bit hungry, after all.
I take her into the cake shop.
We sit at a table the staff shows us and order cakes.
I go for the chocolate cake, while Makoto orders tiramisu and cheesecake.
We also get two glasses of milk.
“The cakes are here!”
Clunk.
The staff brings the cakes and milk.
I grab my fork and take a big bite of the chocolate cake.
Sweetness fills my mouth.
After spinning around the mall all day and even going into the changing room earlier, I’m starting to feel relaxed.
I glance around.
“……!!”
In the distance, I see Shinozaki Rin throwing a fit while Nishizawa Eri tries to calm her down. Olivia is elegantly sipping tea in front of them.
Upon closer inspection, Olivia’s hand is shaking.
She spills her black tea.
“You made me spill my tea! What am I supposed to do about my clothes? This is a high-quality, handmade outfit crafted by artisans back in my homeland, France! You better take responsibility, Shinozaki!”
“Vulgar? Aren’t you the one being vulgar, Bonaparte? Is now really the time to sit around sipping tea in this crisis?”
She puffs up her cheeks and shoots a glare at Rin.
The flailing Rin starts arguing with Olivia.
Eri stays in the middle, sipping her milk, while there are three glasses of milk in front of her.
Why did she order so much milk?
Doesn’t she think it’s a waste of money?
*Tsk tsk.*
What are they even doing?
“This is… delicious…”
Makoto murmurs in a low voice while eating the cheesecake.
The atmosphere is heavy.
Her complicated gaze meets mine.
“Uh, it’s my first time… eating it…”
She scratches her head.
My eyes drift to her chest.
It’s so flat that it’s hard to believe she’s a girl.
How could Makoto’s bust, which is on par with Olivia and Rin, just disappear like that?
‘Those compression bandages are powerful.’
Just like something out of a light novel.
That three-person trench coat gang didn’t even realize she was a girl with just some compression bandages on.
What kind of world is this?
Clink, clink.
Makoto eats her cheesecake.
An awkward silence hangs between us.
Buzz.
Her phone on the table lights up.
Makoto’s face pales as she checks her phone.
Shaking, shaking.
Her hand grasping the fork trembles.
“K-Kim Deok-Sung…”
Makoto stutters.
She clenches her fist tightly.
“Actually, I…”
It’s the same line I saw in the original story.
If the situation is really playing out like in volume 8 of the original…
Makoto won’t be able to finish that confession.
[Contact the president. I’m in danger.]
I quickly send a message to Han Seo-Jin.
“Earlier in the changing room…”
Just as Makoto puts her hand on her chest and is about to say something, *Bam!*
A spark flies, and the power goes out for the entire cake shop, or rather, the whole floor.
I’m leaving.
A distorted voice echoes through the store.
[How can you mess up such an easy mission? You’re really dull and stupid, Makoto. Such a waste of your innate assassination talent.]
Zing.
At the same time, a strange sense of discomfort sweeps over my body.
I scan the surroundings.
The store, no, the entire staircase, which was once bustling with people, has vanished without a trace.
Kamiya Ritsuko’s specialty weapon, Imanotsurugi’s ability, “Massacre Barrier,” has activated.
The ability of the Massacre Barrier is a scam power that excludes non-ability users and non-otherworldly beings from a certain space while multiplying the user’s stats within the barrier.
The reason the Kamiya clan can execute assassinations in broad daylight is entirely thanks to this Massacre Barrier.
[To have to deal with such a trivial mission…]
The moment Ritsuko speaks.
[Durandal Online]
She activates combat mode and commands.
“Hey! You three! Olivia, Nishizawa, Rin. Gather by my side right now. You have 10 seconds. Go.”
Flinch.
The three girls sitting at the adjacent table tremble.
“Who’s this Rin? I don’t know anyone by that name.”
“Shinoza, no, um, she’s telling the truth… Oh, Olivia doesn’t know her at all!!”
“Hmph! Eri’s mad! Master didn’t call Eri by her name, so Eri’s mad! Call me Cow like the others!”
I can’t take it.
Is this really how you respond in an emergency?
“I knew you were tailing me from the start, so get over here quickly before I take you down.”
As I utter the half-threat, the three of them finally shed their disguises and start moving.
Just as I let out a sigh at the sight of them.
[…You’re really making me step in.]
The store trembles as someone appears in the empty hall.
A stunning beauty in a flamboyant kimono adorned with flowers, a pipe in her mouth.
A danger level S-rank villain and the main antagonist of volume 8.
Kamiya Ritsuko finally revealed herself.
No more hesitation (Illustration included).
The three girls throw off their trench coats, sunglasses, hats, and masks, coming this way.
Makoto, looking at them, mutters in panic.
“W-what? Miss Bonaparte? Miss Nishizawa? Miss Shinozaki? What on earth are you doing here…?”
The professional assassin can’t even notice her own tailing.
“Why here, you ask? That’s my line! Hey, transfer student. I saw with my own eyes the scoundrel act you pulled! Consider this a formal ban from approaching him from now! I’ll exclude you in my capacity as a maid! Kamiya Makoto!”
“Bonaparte is right. Transfer student. You’re too dangerous. I can’t let my future husband go down the wrong path.”
“Hmph. Eri doesn’t like the transfer student. I still haven’t had a chance to go out with Master alone yet. Why do you get to make a move before me? I’m annoyed. Don’t try to charm Master.”
The moment they shed their disguises, the three girls start questioning Makoto.
What? Future husband? Maid authority? Charm?
I can’t take it, seriously.
Even in this crazy world, is this really what you say in front of an S-rank villain?
“W-what does that even mean?”
Makoto stutters in surprise while the three glare at her.
I glance around.
The Massacre Barrier has activated, cutting us off from the outside world.
Communication probably won’t work either.
‘Ten minutes.’
Having finished giving instructions to Han Seo-Jin, the chairman should be arriving soon.
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