Part-time work, done!

“Good work~!”

At 9 PM, I left my third part-time job of the day.

My body was completely exhausted, but my steps back to Fectom Academy were light.

After all, today was the day the item I’d been waiting for would arrive.

“Honestly, you could say I worked all those part-time jobs just for this day. Thank god it was available for payment later. Seriously, thank god…!”

Shortly after arriving at Fectom Comprehensive Academy, I had already made a certain purchase.

It was something that cost well over 100,000 yen, but I hadn’t hesitated at all.

In high spirits, I passed through the gate and returned to the academy.

Even though this place looked like a dump, right now, it seemed to shine. Guess the way the world looks really can change depending on your mood.

“Home at last… So this is it.”

Multiple cardboard boxes were piled up in front of the dorm I was using alone.

Of course, there were no signs they’d been opened, and the chance of anyone seeing them was zero. If anyone did see this, I’d probably explode into a million pieces.

“Gotta move ’em fast.”

Hurry, before anyone notices—!!

I moved the packages into the neighboring room.

Well, not like “neighboring” means much when the wall’s busted. See? I can just walk between rooms.

“Alright, time for the grand reveal.”

Without even eating dinner, I quickly tore open the boxes.

Inside were various cosmetics and outfits.

Among them, the gothic lolita dress with black-and-white frills was especially amazing.

“Hmm.”

I nodded in satisfaction.

Then, I set up the cosmetics in front of a cracked mirror and sat down.

You probably already get it.

“Time to cross-dress…!”

If I couldn’t be a beautiful girl, then I’d get as close as possible.

As a form of desensitization therapy for my bishoujo aspirations, cross-dressing was undeniably effective—something all of humanity should already know.

In Japan, ever since the Azuchi-Momoyama period, people have said, “If you want to be a beautiful girl, first hone your skills through cross-dressing.” Our ancestors were truly ahead of their time.

This was my first time doing makeup.

But I’d asked all my part-time job seniors about it in preparation for this day, and some even helped me practice.

Thank you, part-time leader.

“—Hah, this should do it.”

For an average guy, cross-dressing would be the limit.

But I was Narou Kei.

My face was decent, my skin was pale, and my frame was slender.

Back when I was alive, I often saw illustrations of him cross-dressing, and it seems the great minds of the past weren’t wrong at all.

“This… is a beautiful girl.”

In a Schrödinger’s d*ck state, I was practically a bishoujo.

A gothic lolita dress with black-and-white frills, and a custom-made wig in Kei’s signature bluish silver.

The long, wavy hair perfectly hid my jawline, fully transforming me into a beautiful girl.

“O-Oh… Ooooh…!”

Tears of emotion.

There was a beautiful girl in the mirror.

And that’s me right now. The most beautiful girl version of myself I can muster…!

“Cute… Yeah, a slightly aloof demeanor would fit better. Like a mysterious, brooding type.”

A cracked mirror and a rundown room.

A lone, enigmatic beauty standing in a decadent space.

Perfection.

“Heh heh.”

I couldn’t help but grin like an Edo-era punk.

Whoops, not the kind of laugh a bishoujo like this would have.

Now for the real deal.

“Let’s go outside.”

I’d cross-dressed. Now, all that was left was to step out. Obviously.

But not just anywhere.

“Let’s hit the dungeon.”

I was a dungeon newbie.

I had knowledge from the original work, but I wasn’t used to combat.

Especially when it came to magical energy—most of it was still unknown to me.

In this world, magical energy was mostly used by explorers to buff physical abilities. Since magic didn’t exist, I didn’t have to memorize spells, which was a relief.

That’s why, after work, I’d been heading to beginner dungeons late at night to learn how to fight.

Every school was required to have training dungeons for beginners, so Fectom Comprehensive Academy had one too.

This was my third day. Time to take down the boss.

“Mizuhi-senpai said she’d be accepting rescue requests until tomorrow, Miroku-senpai goes to bed after 8 PM, and Toa-san is too scared to go out at night, so she usually stays in her room. Meaning—the dungeon’s empty right now! Perfect weather for cross-dressing!”

My heart was racing with excitement.

I gathered what I needed for the dungeon and was about to leave when I paused.

“…Just in case.”

I put on the purely cosmetic gas mask I’d ordered.

A gaming-style gas mask with pointless glowing details. I liked the idea of a bishoujo who could pull this off, so I bought it too. Got a problem with that?

Shkoo shkoo… “Nah, I can still talk normally.”

Useless mask, huh.

“Alright, let’s go!”

Dungeon conquest in cross-dressing—begin!