Clack!
Once Hieta left the room, Natsumi followed Miku’s instructions and took off her clothes before lying face-down.
Natsumi’s white back was exposed, and Miku poured oil over it.
"I’ll start by applying the oil~"
"Haaah...!"
As Miku used both hands to spread the oil all over her back, Natsumi let out a moan.
The cold, slippery sensation was something she had never felt before, so the sound slipped out of her on its own.
"J-just this much... haah..."
She had meant to say that something like this wouldn’t change her at all, but Miku’s pleasant touch drained all her strength, and she couldn’t even answer.
She felt like she was in heaven.
"Now I’ll warm your body up with stones."
After finishing the oil massage, Miku covered Natsumi’s back with a towel and placed a stone that had been warmed up on top of it.
"How does that feel?"
"Mm... pretty good..."
Her body slowly warmed under the stone resting on her back, and with that cozy feeling washing over her, Natsumi quietly let Miku do as she pleased.
"This will take care of the swelling in your legs in one shot, too."
"R-really...?"
Next came the leg massage.
As Miku kneaded Natsumi’s legs and carefully stroked them, Natsumi could feel the swelling going down.
"Now, please turn around."
When Miku said that while removing the stone from Natsumi’s back, Natsumi, who had completely let her guard down, turned over as told.
After confirming that Natsumi had turned, Miku began pressing firmly around her neck and shoulders.
"Feels good, right? No slacking off now~ You have to take proper care of your skin!"
Touching Natsumi’s skin directly, Miku could tell it wasn’t in good condition.
She could also tell it wasn’t something she was born with, but something that had developed over time.
Because Natsumi always went around in her transformed form, she had never needed to care for her skin separately.
So the skin of her original form had deteriorated, and now, with Miku’s help, it was returning to a healthy state.
But Natsumi still lacked confidence, and since she looked at her original appearance with a pessimistic eye, she muttered something negative.
"No matter what you do... someone like me... kuuu..."
She fell asleep before she could even finish her pessimistic sentence, lulled by Miku’s hands.
Seeing that, Miku smiled and silently kept working.
*******
"Hah!"
Natsumi jolted awake, realizing she had fallen asleep.
The smile Miku gave her as she woke was warm and welcoming.
Miku smiled at the rising Natsumi and said, "You slept really well. Then please head to the next room~"
"Okay..."
As Natsumi hurriedly put her clothes back on, she touched her skin.
It felt smoother and more elastic than before.
'W-what is this...?'
Startled by how completely her skin had changed, Natsumi moved on to the next room.
Ding-a-ling~
As she opened the door, a bell chimed, and waiting to greet her were Kaguya and Yuzuru.
At their waists were leather bags with several small pouches attached.
Inside those bags were all kinds of hairdressing tools.
On top of that, they were wearing aprons, so anyone could tell at a glance that they were hairdressers.
"Trust in our skill and be amazed!"
Kaguya’s words made Natsumi feel a little uneasy, but Yuzuru led her to a chair and seated her.
Before long, a large cloth was wrapped around Natsumi’s neck.
It covered everything except her head and kept her hair from sticking to her clothes.
"Cleanliness. Please tilt your head back a little so we can wash your hair."
At Yuzuru’s request, Natsumi leaned her head back, and a towel was placed over her eyes.
After that, Kaguya and Yuzuru began lathering and washing Natsumi’s long hair together.
The right water temperature and the right amount of foam softened Natsumi’s hair.
Still, the stiff parts and tangled mess remained, so Kaguya and Yuzuru took combs from their pouches.
The two of them slowly combed through Natsumi’s hair.
Under their hands, the tangled strands were smoothed out and the stiff parts loosened, until her hair became silky and smooth.
"Now we’ll show you the true skill of the Yamai sisters!"
With that confident declaration, Kaguya pulled out a pair of scissors.
Yuzuru did the same and began trimming Natsumi’s hair.
Snip, snip, snip!
Only the sound of scissors filled the salon, and Natsumi stared at her reflection in the mirror.
Watching her hair gradually become neat and tidy, Natsumi realized Kaguya hadn’t been bragging.
Kaguya and Yuzuru were the two who had once competed in every possible field to decide who the true Yamai was.
Hairdressing had been one of those fields, so their skills, honed with complete seriousness, were more than worthy of pride.
Once the trimming was done, Yuzuru dried Natsumi’s hair with a hair dryer.
"There. Finished!"
"Move. Please go to the next location."
The paper Yuzuru handed over had one location marked on it.
Natsumi took it, left the salon, and headed to the marked place, which turned out to be a clothing store.
"Is this... it?"
When Natsumi opened the door and stepped inside, two girls appeared.
"This way!"
"Come on in, come on in!"
Yoshino and Kotori, dressed in casual clothes, welcomed Natsumi and looked her over.
"Oh my, this is pretty good."
"Cute...!"
"Now, next is this!"
They led Natsumi to the next spot, where none other than Miyuki was waiting.
On Miyuki’s fingers were two rings: the Ring of Dark Lies and the Ring of Flame Birth.
Seeing Hieta transformed into Miyuki, Kotori almost burst out laughing, but she held it back.
"This final room is the last stage of the Natsumi Transformation Plan!"
Miyuki declared to Natsumi while pulling makeup tools from her chest.
"My name is Miyuki. I’ll use makeup to turn you into a completely different person."
As Miyuki spun the makeup tools around with a flourish and said that, Natsumi clenched her fists and shouted, "There’s no way something this small is going to change me―!"
"Well, think whatever you want. But say that after you see this."
Miyuki drew back the nearby curtain.
And there stood a beautiful woman.
Her name was Itsuka Shiori.
"Hngh!"
As Shiori appeared, someone let out a desperate sound, trying hard not to laugh.
That person was, naturally, Itsuka Kotori.
She had no idea why her older brother, Itsuka Shido, who hadn’t even been part of the plan, was dressed in makeup and posing as Shiori.
So she was on the verge of losing it.
"This is...?"
"Ah, hello. I’m Itsuka Shiori..."
Shiori waved shyly, and Miyuki, standing beside her, patted her shoulder with obvious pride.
"For the record, this one’s a guy."
"Huh!?"
Natsumi was shocked to hear that Shiori was a man.
The others, too, widened their eyes and looked at Shiori’s fingers.
There wasn’t a single ring on them.
In other words, Shido wasn’t a woman transformed by the power of a ring, but was actually cross-dressing while still male.
Realizing that, everyone stared at him with dazed expressions.
Shido lowered his head and felt his face burning.
"H-hey! What are you talking about!"
When Kotori hurriedly whispered to Miyuki about how strange this had become, Miyuki answered with a wicked smile.
"It’s not fair if I’m the only one who has to suffer, is it? Besides, I needed a test subject to show off my skills."
"You just called him a test subject, didn’t you!? You did, didn’t you!?"
Shido protested after catching that word, but in the end, Natsumi entrusted her face to Miyuki.
Hieta, no, Miyuki had received lessons from the female crew members of [Fraxinus] along with Shido while they were working on winning over Miku.
One of those lessons was makeup, and after days and days of practice, erasing, practicing, and erasing again, she had somehow become skilled at it.
Of course, the person involved had suffered a terrible case of post-effort emptiness and sworn never to do it again, but that vow was meaningless in the face of the current mission, so Miyuki swallowed her tears and decided to use every technique she had learned on Natsumi.
That was the only way she could feel like all that time she had spent learning hadn’t been wasted.
"Now then..."
Miyuki took several makeup tools from her inventory and neatly laid them out on the table.
And so began the final stage of the Natsumi Transformation Plan.
With every touch of Miyuki’s hands against Natsumi’s face, her features changed.
Since her base face was already cute, no major changes were needed, so Miyuki focused on maximizing that cuteness.
"And... the final touch!"
Once Miyuki finished Natsumi’s lips, the mirror showed a Natsumi who was far cuter than before.
"What do you think, Natsumi?"
"Is... this me...?"
Natsumi stared at her reflection, reciting a line that sounded like it belonged in a manga.
She was currently in shock.
'What? What the hell is happening? And why do they all look so happy? What did they do to me? If being cute means I lose, then...'
Natsumi couldn’t understand their intentions, but there was one thing she did understand.
'Then I’ve already lost... This is...'
The person in the mirror was too cute.
Even she, who had always looked at her own original appearance with a pessimistic eye, had to admit that much.
Maybe that was why.
"Gyaaaah――!!!"
Unable to accept defeat, Natsumi screamed and ran out on the spot.
However, there was one thing she had overlooked.
"W-wait! Natsumi! That way!"
Bang!
The door was firmly closed.
In fact, the door Natsumi had run into was one that opened by pulling inward from the other side.
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