A newbie's anime life diary

She's even cuter than Jing Ke'ai!

Although he knew that Hiratsuka Shizuka was currently drunk and behaving strangely, Yukiteru still spoke up in order to extricate himself from the current situation, saying, "Of course I like her! I know very well how outstanding Shizuka-nee is!"

Of course you have to say that! Should we just deny it outright? Don't think that Hiratsuka Shizuka isn't dangerous just because she's drunk. The force with which she pulled me up just now was three times stronger than usual! Now that she's in my hands, if I'm not careful, a dislocated shoulder would be the least of my worries.

"Really?"

Hearing Yukiteru's answer, Hiratsuka Shizuka's face turned even redder.

"Of course, why would I lie to you? Look at my sincere eyes." He widened his eyes, as if to prove his innocence.

Of course, Xuehui wasn't lying. After spending time together, he did indeed like Hiratsuka Shizuka quite a bit, but this liking was just that of a family member, a sister. After all, he never had any ulterior motives when he was with her. That's what he always thought.

"If it's you, I believe you. Here, this is your reward."

After saying that, Hiratsuka Shizuka bent down under Yukiteru's shocked gaze.

Their lips met, and the soft touch and the faint scent of alcohol stirred Xuehui's heart.

"Oh my god, I got forcibly kissed! My first kiss is gone!"

That's right. Excluding being kissed by older girls from the neighborhood when he was a kid, this can indeed be considered Yukiteru's first kiss.

For a moment, Xuehui didn't know what to do. He wanted to break free, but the soft touch on his lips made him lose himself and subconsciously didn't want to resist.

A minute passed like this. Although she had never tried it before, she seemed to have become much bolder under the stimulation of alcohol. Unwilling to accept the status quo, Hiratsuka Shizuka suddenly thrust her tongue into Yukiteru's mouth when he was not paying attention, and the tongue became intertwined with Yukiteru's.

At this moment, Yukiteru was completely captivated. Hiratsuka Shizuna's somewhat clumsy movements, coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, made him uncontrollably cooperate, showing a tendency to turn from the submissive to the dominant.

Her hands, which had been pinned down, were freed and, without her noticing, were guided to her back, to the zipper of her dress.

"Well, Yukiteru, that's fine."

A slightly dazed breath reached her ear, and Xuehui finally snapped out of her reverie.

However, he discovered that his coat had disappeared at some point, leaving him only in a vest. The woman in his arms, Hiratsuka Shizuka, was in an even worse state. Her dress was nowhere to be found, and she was only wearing underwear to cover her private parts. The straps were still slipping down, and she was trembling precariously. Her burning hot body was pressed against Yukiteru, twisting and turning incessantly.

"Yukiteru...Yukiteru..."

Jing's lovely murmurs kept coming to her ears, conveying a kind of urging message, but Xuehui's mind was exceptionally clear at this moment.

If he wanted, he could undoubtedly take over Hiratsuka Shizuka's body, which she had cherished for 27 years, and do whatever he wanted.

However, the other person was drunk at the moment, while he was sober. His reason told him that he couldn't do this, and the two of them hadn't developed such a relationship.

Yukiteru did indeed dream of one day ending his life as a mage and becoming a knight, but it shouldn't be under these circumstances.

"Hey, Sister Jing."

"Yukiteru...hot..."

He raised his head and gently kissed Hiratsuka Shizuka's forehead. Before she could follow up with a kiss, he lightly tapped the back of her neck with a chop.

The next moment, Jing Ke'ai, who had been so passionate, fell into a deep sleep and quietly leaned against Xue Hui's arm.

"Phew... It's finally over. I never thought that the first time I would use the moves you taught me would be on your teacher."

Xuehui removed the other person's hands and feet from his body, got off the bed, covered the other person with a blanket, and sat on the edge of the bed looking at the other person's sleeping face.

"I never realized I had such good patience... I even gave up such a good opportunity. Well, goodnight, Jing... Xiao Jing."

After tidying up the other person's somewhat messy hair, Xuehui picked up the coat that had fallen to the ground and quietly left the bedroom.

I took a cold shower in the bathroom, forced myself to calm down, and then went back to my room, crawled into bed, and closed my eyes.

But as soon as I closed my eyes, the alluring and seductive image of Hiratsuka Shizuka flashed through my mind, and my emotions, which I had finally managed to calm down, began to fluctuate again.

Looks like I'm going to have insomnia tonight...

Xuehui got out of bed, wide awake, turned on his computer, and opened the drawing software.

"Since I can't sleep, I might as well get to work..."

I took a deep breath and focused my attention on the canvas and lines.

Night falls in two rooms; on one side, the light from a computer screen illuminates the room, while on the other, a peaceful sleeping face rests in bed. But from this night onward, everything is destined to gradually change.

The next day, Xuehui groggily opened her eyes, picked up her phone from beside her pillow, and checked the time; it was already 11 a.m. Last night, to stop herself from overthinking, she had worked until 3 a.m., only finally lying down to sleep when she was utterly exhausted.

"Ah... I slept until noon. It's been a long time since I've had that."

Lying in bed, looking at the sunlight outside the window, Xuehui thought to herself. Since coming into this world, she had never gone to bed early, but she had always been an early riser. Even on weekends, she would only sleep until 9 a.m. at most. This was the first time she had ever slept like this.

Hearing the faint sounds coming from outside the door, Xuehui knew that Hiratsuka Shizuka had gotten up, which made him hesitate for a moment. What if she questioned him about what happened last night?

But then I thought about it, and the other person was probably drunk last night. They probably wouldn't remember anything in that state...

"Forget it, let's just wait and see. If they don't say anything, I'll just pretend nothing happened, that way neither of us will feel awkward."

After making up his mind, Xuehui changed his clothes and got up.

Upon entering the living room, Yukiteru saw Hiratsuka Shizuka sitting on the sofa watching TV while holding a cup of coffee.

Hearing footsteps, Hiratsuka Shizuka turned around and looked at Yukiteru with dissatisfaction, saying, "It's already noon and you're only just getting up? Even on holiday, don't be so lazy. Hurry up and wash up and make lunch."

"You have the nerve to say that to me? I went through so much trouble to bring you back yesterday, and you don't even appreciate it." Hiratsuka Shizuka said, pretending to be nonchalant, while Yukiteru observed her expression.

"Are you saying I'm heavy?" Hiratsuka Shizuka's face darkened instantly.

"No, absolutely not! I'm going to wash up." As she spoke, Xuehui fled into the bathroom. The moment she closed the bathroom door, Xuehui breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew, it seems that last night's matter is not urgent."

In the living room, Hiratsuka Shizuka stared at the closed bathroom door, tilting her head in deep thought: "Strange, was it really a dream? I clearly remember him wiping my face, and it's true that I didn't have makeup on this morning. But what happened after that... that guy's attitude was exactly the same as usual. Could it really be that he was provoked by yesterday's party? Ahhh, Hiratsuka Shizuka, how could you be so shameless as to have such a dream!!!"

Muttering to herself softly, Hiratsuka Shizuka lay down on the sofa.

The near-crime last night was thus averted by the two of them, each with their own thoughts.

seemingly.

Thank you to [自挂东南支], [巷尾拾忆づ], [エルキドゥ], [空空空空空空空空], and [毁天灭地咕哒子] for the razor blades!

After thinking about it, how about an extra chapter for every 100 blades? Although that might be difficult to achieve _(:з」∠)_

P.S.: Regarding the plot of this book, although the male protagonist has the ability to transform, it's just a starting point! He won't completely turn into a woman! There's no yuri or yaoi! And he won't be an overpowered protagonist! There will be plenty of suffering for the male protagonist later on!

PS2: Should I get some stomach medicine too? I've been looking for books on this topic lately to supplement my knowledge.

Chapter 29 Decision

After washing up, Yukiteru went to make lunch as usual, and Hiratsuka Shizuka's unchanged appearance made him feel relieved.

'Looks like I really did drink too much last night... It was definitely the right thing to not go overboard...'

As he thought this, Xuehui continued to process the ingredients methodically with a cleaver. Unbeknownst to him, Hiratsuka Shizuka, while watching television in the living room, kept her attention focused on the kitchen.

After lunch, one of them stayed in the living room playing games, while the other brought out his laptop and sat on the single sofa next to him, typing away.

I originally wanted to work in the bedroom, but the other person insisted on dragging me out, saying I shouldn't always stay in the room. So, I had no choice but to put my writing location in the living room.

Xuehui finally finished writing a chapter, but he felt that the progress was unusually slow. Even though he knew all the content, he couldn't concentrate and his eyes kept involuntarily moving away from the screen.

'This can't go on...'

Looking at the saved text on the computer screen, Xuehui thought for a moment and then looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka, who was playing a game in front of him: "Shizuka-nee, I have something to tell you."

Her hand paused, and the character she was controlling failed the mission. Hiratsuka Shizuka wasn't angry. She simply put down the controller and looked at Yukiteru: "Speak, what is it?"

"Um... I've been living here for about a month now... so... um..."

Looking at Hiratsuka's quiet face, Yukiteru was momentarily speechless.

"Hmm..." Hiratsuka Shizuka paused for a moment, then nodded and smiled, "That's true. After all, you're a boy too, and you want your own private space. Living with me can be quite troublesome sometimes. Besides, you've established a career now, so I don't have to worry about you anymore."

Surprisingly easy to talk to, without any extra reaction, Xuehui breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason felt a little awkward.

Smiling at the silent Yukiteru, Hiratsuka Shizuka asked, "When do you want to move back?"

"Tomorrow..."

"I see." Hiratsuka Shizuka nodded, then put on an exaggeratedly disappointed expression and said with a wry smile, "What am I going to do? I won't be able to eat Yukiteru's cooking anymore..."

"It's not that exaggerated. Shizuka-nee, you can come over anytime you want. I can still make you bento boxes." Yukiteru comforted Shizuka.

However, Hiratsuka Shizuka casually waved her hand and said, "Alright, stop treating me like a child. I'm the elder here, okay? I used to be fine on my own, didn't I? I'm always worrying about you, little one, and I hardly have time to attend the matchmaking parties anymore~"

Xuehui opened his mouth but didn't speak. He could only nod and continue typing away.

But this lingering feeling in my heart has always been there, making me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Is it not needed?

It seems I still care a little, or rather, I've unconsciously developed similar feelings for her.

Moving out is a good thing; it gives me a chance to think things through and truly examine my own heart.

Taking a deep breath, the boy buried himself in typing.

That night was no different from any other. After dinner, the two of them watched TV together in the living room, laughing at the silly antics of the guests on the show. Then Xuehui went back to the bedroom to continue painting.

Early the next morning.

After getting up at 9 a.m. and having a rather late breakfast, Xuehui tidied up his room, packed all his things, made his bed, and then got into Hiratsuka Shizuka's car with two bags, leaving the place where he had lived for a month.

His apartment was two train stops away from Hiratsuka Shizuka's house, but Hiratsuka Shizuka offered to help with the cleaning, so he drove him back.

Having returned to his true home for the second time since his transmigration, Xuehui took a deep breath, took out his key, and opened the door.

The furnishings in the house are just as I remember them, and not much dust has accumulated in the past month. A little cleaning is all it takes.

Yukiteru went to tidy up his room first, while Hiratsuka Shizuka helped clean the living room.

Opening the bedroom door, the furnishings were simple: a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a bookshelf. A boy's room doesn't have much stuff; apart from a few comics and novels on the bookshelf, there was nothing else. No wonder, since the place was only recently purchased, and he had already discarded many of his old belongings.

Is this where I'll be living from now on...?

After putting his things away and bringing out the bedding and other items to lay out, Xuehui left the room without looking at them for long.

In the living room, Hiratsuka Shizuka cleanly and efficiently wiped down the table and mopped the floor, demonstrating a high level of efficiency.

"Well, you're always the one who's busy, so it's nice to let me do some work today." Hiratsuka Shizuka, with a single ponytail, smiled as she supported herself with one hand on the mop.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Jing." Xuehui felt really bad that the other person had brought her back and helped clean up.

"Do we need to be so polite? I've only helped you with this much work. The rest is just the bathroom, you can take care of that yourself. I'm going back now, I haven't finished the game yet."

After saying her goodbye, Hiratsuka Shizuka left under Yukiteru's watchful gaze.