Evenings were always the best—no annoying textbooks or teachers to face.

Still, homework had to be done.

After the misery of finishing it, freedom awaited. And freedom meant gaming… or…

*Heh heh heh…*

The girl grinned like a perverted uncle—utterly repulsive, yet undeniably cute on her pretty face.

A cute girl making an old man’s lecherous smile? The contrast was weirdly endearing.

She lay sprawled on her bed, drowning in an oversized T-shirt that could kill any shut-in’s willpower. Scratching her thigh absently, she flipped through an 18+ manga, that same creepy grin plastered on her face, her thoughts already drifting far away.

After dinner, instead of gaming like usual, she’d pulled out her secret stash—a doujinshi—and lost herself page by page in fantasy.

Even in a girl’s body, her past as a guy made buying these normal. As they say: *Weebs are gross—* wait, no—*men never change!* What’s wrong with liking doujins?

Still… reading them in a girl’s body felt off.

Her pale thighs were tempting enough to rival the manga’s heroine. Her heartbeat quickened. Blood surged—pure hormonal chaos.

She swallowed hard. Her smooth, Adam’s-apple-less throat flushed red. Her eyes grew feverish, then glazed over in bliss.

She squeezed her thighs together, restless. The manga’s pages pulled her in, and before she knew it, her hand drifted downward…

…Only to find nothing there.

Silence thickened the air. The blush faded from her cheeks, leaving an unreadable expression.

She tried groping again—useless. Nothing to grab.

*"I forgot… I’m not a guy anymore."*

Tears threatened to spill.

Life used to be simple: read some smut, relieve the tension. Now? Her weapon was confiscated. No more "crimes." Pathetic—she’d never even had a girlfriend. Died before ever stepping onto the battlefield.

*"Damn it! What’s the point of this life?!"*

She hurled the manga onto the bed, stomping her feet in rage.

*"No fair! No fair! Why do novel protagonists get to charm girls while I’m stuck like this—no gun, forced to be a girl?! I like girls, but I don’t wanna* be *one!"*

Raging changed nothing.

She finished screaming. Her body stayed female. She finished yelling. She still had to live in it.

Silent tears fell for her departed downstairs. She tucked the doujin away. The mood was gone. With a sigh, the gloomy girl trudged back to her computer.

*"Sob… at least you still love me…"*

Hugging her PC, Moyu Manatsu felt a surge of gratitude. Her doujin had abandoned her—but her computer never would.

Too bad she was broke. If Lunorette hadn’t drained her savings recently, she’d have bought the full gear set to stomp noobs by now.

The familiar game interface lit up. Legs swinging lazily, she dove into her online conquests. The internet addict had begun her nightly crusade.

Her focus locked onto the screen, oblivious to the world. No one would call this late anyway—not even Yuki.

Besides, tomorrow she’d cross into another world. Tonight demanded one last binge. No internet there? Unthinkable.

Only three knew about her body-swap with the otherworldly girl: herself, Lunorette, and Caina.

Tomorrow, Caina would take good care of her. Moyu trusted her completely.

The clock ticked slowly. At 3:59 AM, exhaustion won. Her fingers still tapped the keyboard as she slumped to the floor, asleep. The computer hummed on.

Outside, moonlight vanished behind clouds. City lights dimmed. Cars rumbled past, carrying away the last glow.

—

Sunlight flooded the room when she opened her eyes. She scratched her head, crawling out of bed.

Felt like only three or four hours of sleep.

Yet her body buzzed with energy.

Lunorette’s disciplined routine kept this form healthy. But Moyu’s own body—gaming marathons, last night’s all-nighter—would leave Lunorette ready to murder her. *Later problem.*

"Um… good morning, Moyu-chan?"

Caina studied her roommate’s unfamiliar gaze, testing the waters.

An elegant young lady sat across from her, hand pressed to her lips—adorable beyond words. Moyu felt utterly satisfied.

Living with such a beauty? Lunorette was lucky.

"Morning, Caina."

She offered a natural smile.

Moyu and Lunorette’s auras clashed. No matter how hard Moyu mimicked her, she couldn’t replicate that unshakable confidence.

Truth was, Moyu Manatsu herself was careless, unmotivated—a stark contrast to Lunorette’s bright-eyed ambition.

"Guess it really is you. Good morning, Moyu-chan~"

Caina had only recently become close to her, but she was genuinely kind.

"So… need help with your bra again today?"

Though sometimes, she flashed a mischievous smirk.

"P-please…"

No choice. Moyu couldn’t put on a bra. Every attempt ended in nosebleeds. Seeing Lunorette’s real body was *way* more intense than manga girls.

"How old are you, Moyu-chan?"

Caina’s question came out of nowhere as she fastened the clasp.

"Seventeen. Why?"

"Same age as Lunorette-chan!"

Caina’s eyes widened.

"I thought you’d be younger."

"Rude! Do I look that small?!"

"Well… not knowing how to wear a bra at seventeen is…"

Caina’s meaning hung clear.

Moyu’s neck burned crimson once the bra clicked shut.

"I’ve never worn one before! How am I supposed to know?!"

Her words backfired. Caina’s shock deepened.

"So… your chest doesn’t match Lunorette’s proportions. I see. My mistake."

Caina’s pitying gaze said it all: *Yours isn’t as big. Of course you’ve never worn one.* Technically true—but infuriating!

*"Dummy!"*

Snatching Lunorette’s daily uniform, Moyu yanked it on, stung by the blow.

Since becoming a girl, she’d started caring about these things. Even she didn’t understand why.

"Moyu-chan, it’s Saturday. No classes. You don’t need the uniform."

"*What?!"*

Moyu choked mid-dress.

"Academy weekend—no lessons~ And since we have time… how about we go out? I’ll show you our world."

Caina’s signature ladylike smile hit like a charm bomb. Moyu nearly fell for it.

She stared at the half-buttoned uniform, torn.

"I don’t even know what’s fun here."

Fair point. Her past swaps landed her only in the academy—or once, in the Death Forest (her real first meeting with Caina). Beyond that? She knew nothing of this world.

*Mainly because there’s no internet…*

"Don’t worry. I’ll show you. Just us two."

Caina sensed her hesitation. She knew only she, outside the swap, held this secret. She wouldn’t drag Saria into it.

"But… I don’t know what to wear."

"Easy! Lunorette’s closet is full of lovely dresses!"

Caina’s eyes sparkled—like a switch had flipped.

*Bad feeling.*

Moyu thought.

Ten minutes later, a silver-white-haired girl stood before the mirror. A white dress draped perfectly over her youthful frame. Silky locks fell naturally, a ribbon tied at her temple adding playful charm.

"Is that… me?"

No. *Lunorette.*

"Isn’t she adorable~?"

Caina put away her brush and rouge, satisfied.

Undeniably stunning. A true beauty. Caina’s styling softened the Chief Student’s usual sharpness into gentle, girl-next-door warmth.

"Why do I feel this was your scheme all along?"

"Aren't you just adorable, little Moyu-chan~"

Though she felt it was Caina's twisted sense of humor, ... ah, whatever. It was still easy on the eyes anyway.

She was somewhat looking forward to the weekend in this other world.