#390
Now My Girl
Osaka.
A giant traditional Japanese mansion overlooking the Dotonbori River.
Here lay the stronghold of the Kamiya clan, a family that ruled Japan’s underworld and was once recognized as part of the Kosanke along with the Kurosawa and Shinozaki families.
Inside the Kamiya mansion.
The main hall ruling the Kamiya clan.
In that place, overlooking the Japanese-style garden, she was seated.
The ruler of the Kamiya clan and a big shot in Japan’s underworld.
Currently regarded as a top-class assassin hero in the world, the cold-blooded assassin Kamiya Makoto was touching her flowing green bob with a flushed face.
In the full-length mirror stood a beautiful woman with a large chest.
It was Makoto.
“…Should I really cut my hair?”
As Makoto spoke with a flushed face, someone suddenly appeared behind her.
A beautiful woman in her late twenties with mint-colored hair and an eye patch.
It was Kamiya Ritsuko, Makoto’s aunt and the former head of the Kamiya clan.
“Of course! Makoto, do you not trust your aunt’s advice? Your lack of personality is the problem! Your individuality has completely disappeared because of growing your hair out. You need to cut it short again and wrap that pressure bandage around your chest!”
Ritsuko passionately lectured Makoto.
Makoto and Ritsuko.
Once worst enemies, their relationship had softened considerably over the last three years, reaching a level where they recognized each other as family.
That said, Makoto hadn’t forgiven Ritsuko for her past mistakes, but she also somewhat understood that Ritsuko had her own reasons for treating her that way.
The fact that she couldn’t resist due to a nanomachine bomb was just an extra touch.
What a truly light novel-style awkward reconciliation.
More than anything, she desperately needed Ritsuko’s help right now.
For someone with no real experience with men, the only reliable person to seek advice from was Ritsuko.
Theoretically speaking, after all, Ritsuko knew a thing or two about romance.
There was Eri as well, but this time, Makoto didn’t want to seek Eri’s help.
“B-but a cross-dress….”
Makoto flushed red.
“W-what if my lord doesn’t like it…?”
She muttered in a small voice.
She was aware of her own low charm as a woman.
But to suggest cross-dressing…
It was hard to accept.
Where in the world would a guy who likes tomboyish girls even exist?
“Makoto, you might not know this, but no matter how much you try to boost your charm, you won’t hold a candle to other guys.”
“I-I know that much…!”
At Ritsuko’s painful jab, Makoto shut her eyes tightly and shouted.
Toga squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
She knew it too.
The fact that she had no character except for her “jiii” sound.
That she was in a position where she fell short in both uniqueness and charm compared to the other heroines.
‘All I have is… at best…’
In Makoto’s sight was a huge chest.
It was only her voluptuous breasts that boasted a size rivaling Rin, the heroine with the biggest chest among them.
‘But this chest… is just ugly…’
Just then, as Makoto was blushing while touching her own chest, she heard Ritsuko’s voice in her ear.
“So, you’re going to cross-dress again. Cross-dressing will highlight your own uniqueness, and when you take off that plain outfit and pressure bandages on the bed, your big breasts and curvy body will appeal to Kim Deok-Sung with that gap moe. Cross-dressing becomes your weapon.”
Ritsuko’s words sounded sweet to Makoto.
If cross-dressing could become a weapon.
If it meant receiving love from her lord.
Then.
“Sure! I’ll do it.”
Makoto felt she could do anything.
Even if it meant returning to that past self she despised as a cross-dressing girl.
“You should’ve done this earlier.”
As soon as Makoto made her decision, Ritsuko clapped her hands.
She took beauty scissors and started cutting Makoto’s hair.
Snip, snip.
Her bob cut was trimmed back to its original short style.
Looking at the now unfamiliar short cut from her past, Makoto bit her lip.
He would soon arrive in Osaka.
Thump thump.
Makoto’s heart raced.
*
Osaka.
The second-largest city in Japan, and the central city of the Kansai region along with Kyoto.
Here, famous for the Dotonbori River even in Korea, I was waiting for her.
The next heroine who called me after Kasumi was none other than Makoto.
I could see the Dotonbori River flowing majestically in my sight.
On either side of the Dotonbori River, which is a landmark of Osaka, stood buildings adorned with flashy signs.
Though called a river, Dotonbori is actually an artificially created canal.
In the distance, I could see the famous Glico sign.
A huge sign of a uniformed man with arms wide open running—another landmark of Osaka that tourists must take photos in front of.
In fact, many tourists were seen holding selfie sticks and taking pictures.
Feeling the breeze from the Dotonbori River, I gazed at the people passing by.
‘Osaka.’
Even though I had spent three years in Japan, most of my time was spent around Kyoto, and I had never properly explored other cities, especially Osaka.
This was basically my first time.
Honestly, it would be a lie to say I wasn’t excited.
At that moment, I heard a familiar voice from afar.
“My lord!”
It was Makoto’s voice.
Turning my head, I saw her figure.
With her green short hair, sparkling emerald green eyes, and a flattened chest probably due to the pressure bandages.
In contrast, her feminine curves were evident with a slender waist and voluptuous hips.
The hot pants that showed off her long, model-like legs were a bonus.
With her hat pulled down low, she looked at me, her face flushed.
“Were you waiting for me?”
“No.”
I had arrived before our scheduled time, but since Makoto had also come early, I hadn’t waited long.
“By the way, why did you suddenly revert back to your original self again?”
You used to flaunt your femininity with your bob cut and no pressure bandages.
“When was it that I walked around with my hair in a bob and pressure bandages on?”
“And now I’m back to short hair, and using pressure bandages again?”
“Not like I completely dressed like a guy.”
“I can’t help but look like a girl with these thighs and hips that just scream female.”
“Ah, th-this…”
At my words, Makoto’s face turned bright red.
She bowed her head and said, “Sorry, my lord. J-just seeing me like this must be so disturbing… I just thought I’d return to my old look since I remembered how it was when we first met…”
Makoto mumbled with a meek voice, looking down.
Disturbing, really?
Honestly, Makoto’s just got too low self-esteem.
“No, I didn’t say it was disturbing.”
“Huh?!”
Makoto let out a strange scream at my words.
Seriously, where the hell did she learn to scream like that?
“You actually pull it off well.”
I said as I gently ruffled her hair.
She dressed up with effort, and I wouldn’t be so dumb as to ruin the mood by saying it didn’t suit her.
Besides, with how cute she naturally is, her current look isn’t bad either.
Thinking back to the first time we met also made it okay.
Her face turned redder from my touch.
It was like steam was rising from her head.
“U-uhm…”
Once she regained her senses, she barely nodded.
Makoto firmly grabbed my hand.
“T-thank you… my lord…”
She whispered in my ear, sounding bashful.
I didn’t expect her to get so flustered already.
What the heck is she planning for once we’re in bed?
Just as I was thinking that, Makoto started tugging at my sleeve.
“S-so, my lord… should we g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go on a date…?”
Makoto said awkwardly while trying to smile.
A date, huh?
Even though I’ve been swinging my libido around lately, I’m not such a scoundrel as to drag someone straight to a love hotel without warning.
I also wanted to check out Osaka, so sounds perfect.
“Sure.”
“Okay! Then I’ll guide you!”
With that, Makoto finally regained her spirit and grabbed my wrist, leading me somewhere.
“F-first, let’s take a commemorative photo with the Glico sign and the snow crab sign, which are famous in Osaka…”
She fumbled around for a selfie stick and attached her phone to it.
“Is it okay to take pictures, my lord?”
“Go ahead.”
When I nodded, Makoto’s face turned red again.
Click, click.
We took pictures with the Glico sign and snow crab sign in the background.
Wow, that snow crab sign is pretty big up close.
The crab on the sign looked so realistic, it seemed like it might jump out at any moment.
“N-now, let’s go ride the cruise ship.”
Looks like her next planned stop is the cruise ship.
Led by Makoto’s hand, we arrived at the dock and boarded the sightseeing boat on the Dotonbori River.
I had seen pictures of it in tourist souvenirs, but this is my first time actually riding one.
Even though it’s called a cruise ship, it wasn’t a huge boat like the Han River cruise I often saw in Seoul; it was more of a roofless boat.
Nonetheless, the view of Osaka’s night scenery from the cruise ship crossing the Dotonbori River was quite charming.
Maybe it’s because it was nighttime, but the neon signs started lighting up one by one, becoming dazzlingly bright.
“…My lord, do you like it?”
Next to me was Makoto, who had somehow taken off her hat.
Her green short hair swayed gently in the breeze.
The neon lights from the buildings near the Dotonbori River reflected off Makoto’s flushed cheeks.
Makoto’s flushed cheeks glowed in the dim light.
I nodded.
“I like it.”
Is that why so many Korean tourists flock to Dotonbori – for this night view?
The dazzling neon lights and bustling streets flanking the Dotonbori River were definitely worth a look.
“I’m glad.”
Makoto smiled softly.
It was a different smile from the anxious one earlier, genuinely relieved.
She pulled out a selfie stick.
“W-well, let’s take a commemorative photo with my lord…”
Just as Makoto hesitantly mumbled that,
I snatched the selfie stick from her hand.
“You don’t need to ask for permission every time you take a photo.”
At my words, Makoto’s pupils slightly shook.
As I stood on the cruise ship, taking a selfie with her while we respectively leaned against each other against the backdrop of Osaka’s night view, I said,
“Since you’re my girl now.”
“…!!”
Makoto’s eyes widened at my words.
Her face turned a bright red.
“Here you go.”
I handed the selfie stick to her.
“Uh, y-yeah… th-thank you…”
Makoto accepted the selfie stick from me, her head bowed down.
Just then, it seemed like the cruise was ending as the boat docked.
“Where to next?”
“Next is… the Don Quijote Ebisu Tower Ferris Wheel.”
I’ve heard of the Dotonbori Ferris Wheel.
Unlike the usual round Ferris wheels, this one spun in an oval, or rather a rectangular shape, and it was said to go really high.
I’ve never been on it…
Well, it’s not like I couldn’t go on it.
“Alright.”
I nodded at Makoto’s words.
Thus, led by her hand, I got off the dock and boarded the Ferris wheel with her.
It seemed like we had rented the entire Ferris wheel because there were only the two of us, Makoto and me, in that giant ride.
The cramped Ferris wheel cabin, unlike usual ones, had all-glass sides, giving us a great view of the night, but it was also somewhat scary.
No way it would suddenly stop at the top, right?
Buzz.
Just as I thought that, the Ferris wheel stopped at the top.
Of course.
At this point, it seems a Ferris wheel in a light novel world not stopping would actually be abnormal, right?
Just as I was clicking my tongue,
“…My lord…”
From beside me, Makoto’s shy voice came through.
Why is she suddenly calling me?
Is she really going to say she’s scared now?
That thought flashed through my mind as I turned to see the sight before me.
“…I… I want to dedicate my body to you here…”
Makoto’s face was clearly flushed even in the dark.
And her hot pants, already down to her ankles, revealed her creamy skin, showcasing her voluptuous and tempting backside.
She lifted one leg gracefully as she spoke.
Makoto, blushing, kept sneaking glances at me.
It seemed that renting the whole Ferris wheel and coincidentally stopping was some kind of event she had planned in advance.
I would never have guessed she was so depraved.
“Uh, is that not okay…?”
“No.”
As she spoke, I shook my head and pounced on her.
“M-my lord, uh, huff, mmm… huff… ah…♥”
Makoto bit her lip, trying to suppress the moans that were escaping her.
A hot whirlwind swirled inside the cramped Ferris wheel cabin.
