Chapter: 3. The Goal is to be the Doting Female Lead of the Peach Text
The morning sunlight spilled onto the uphill path that students must take to school. Cherry blossoms blooming on both sides of the street dropped heart-shaped petals as the gentle breeze blew, filling the air with a faint floral fragrance.
At this moment, the students walking on the road were all drawn to one figure, unable to help but glance over frequently and whisper in hushed discussions—
It was a graceful and elegant beautiful girl, exuding an aristocratic aura. She had long black hair that shimmered as smoothly as fine satin, swaying slightly with her steps, with a few delicate strands rising gently in the morning wind.
She wore a white shirt that clung to her graceful curves, the buttons at her chest seemingly burdened by a pressure that should not belong to a high school student, as if they could pop open with the slightest mishap. Her overly full curves could not be completely hidden even by the navy blue blazer, the fabric at her chest slightly bulging, swaying gently as she walked, giving off an undeniable presence.
From the school uniform worn by this beautiful girl, it was clear she was a second-year student at “Starlight Academy.” Yet none of the students present had ever heard of such a curvaceous beauty in the academy, someone whose allure seemed to belong only in comics or animated works.
The navy blue blazer highlighted the girl’s slender waist, with her shirt tucked into the plaid skirt, making her waist appear delicate, while the length of the skirt just skimmed the minimum limit—ensuring it wouldn’t be deemed inappropriate by teachers yet still accentuating her long, shapely thighs wrapped in black stockings.
“(What a, what a tease…..)” The students on the road couldn’t help but make their heartfelt remarks.
“(Does our school really have such an unknown beauty? She’s simply on par with a pure white fairy…..)”
“(Could she be the transfer student starting today?)”
“(Now that you mention it, I seem to have heard that there would indeed be a transfer student this year in the second year……)”
“(A beautiful transfer student! It’s like an unfolding in a manga; I wish she could transfer to our class.)”
…
The passersby whispered in excitement, unable to take their eyes off the girl, regardless of gender.
Clearly, she hadn’t made any deliberate effort to showcase anything, but whether it was her steps, posture, or the curves of her body, it all silently spoke of her charm and allure.
But in reality, this wasn’t Nagi’s fault.
For during the days that had passed, she had never deliberately maintained a ladylike demeanor. Having once collapsed as a corporate slave, after being reborn and experiencing a carefree new life, she completely let herself go, enthusiastically embracing the rights of being a minor and beautiful girl, indulging in ACG culture such as manga, anime, novels, and games—
Up until last semester, she was still a tomboy with a carefree single ponytail, carefree in her demeanor and lacking any pretentiousness, often mingling with the boys in her class who liked ACG culture, far from the image of the elegant and poised black-haired beauty she was now.
She was able to achieve this thanks to the countless starlights in her eyes, a power granted by another of her contracted beasts. As the contractor, she was free to use the abilities and powers of her contracted beast, and the power of starlight allowed Nagi to “perfectly portray” another person from the inside out.
Thus, while starlight was in effect, Nagi was able to maintain her male aspect while behaving like an almost perfect beautiful girl.
“It seems the plan is going well……” Nagi, pretending not to notice the gazes around her, continued to maintain her innocent demeanor and lowered her voice.
Nagi’s conversation partner was, of course, Garuda, who had transformed into a white pigeon.
She was flying alongside Nagi at her rear, as a fantasy creature with the power of storms, she could use the wind’s power—for example, merging the speech into the wind for communication.
“Yes, while parts of it are completely rotten, the exterior is still somewhat of a beautiful girl.”
“Not rotten at all! I’ve simply indulged my desires, spending nearly 17 years living the life of a devoted otaku!”
“That’s what’s called rotten!!!”
“Tsk, what a terrifying world. I never expected that I, once a savior, would be tempted by this world’s ACG culture and be deeply immersed in it—”
“I think what’s really terrifying is your overly weak will and self-control, Master.” Garuda squinted her eyes and commented.
“Ahem….. Now isn’t the time to discuss this.”
“Are you going to start avoiding the topic again?”
“Anyway——” Nagi’s pink lips parted slightly, interrupting the relentless pursuit of Garuda, and said with a serious expression, “Since this is a galgame world, to build an extraordinary relationship with the protagonist, what I need to do is to play the role of a beautiful girl who can be courted, right?”
“Are you sure you want to call yourself a ‘beautiful girl’?”
“Stop being annoying! The current me is undoubtedly a beautiful girl! Shouldn’t I leave an impression of an untainted and pure beautiful girl on that protagonist? That would certainly make a deep impact on him, right?”
“That’s absolutely out of the question.” Garuda countered, “Protagonist, this is a new era. Your old-fashioned plot line is outdated—”
“Outdated?!” Nagi was somewhat taken aback by her contracted beast’s retort.
“Someone still keen on playing games involving dodging barrage shots as a red and white shrine maiden should have nothing to do with trends……”
“Old, old-fashioned—!?”
Garuda’s words pierced like sharp thorns, cutting through Nagi’s fragile heart, leaving her feeling dejected.
“Based on my research, playing the role of a pure, sacred high-class flower is outdated. Not only will it fail to establish a deep bond with the protagonist, it may even lead them to feel you’re out of their league and subconsciously avoid you.”
“Y-You have a point!” Nagi, who hadn’t done her homework, found Garuda’s comments quite persuasive at this moment.
Then Nagi seemed to come up with a good idea and spoke, “Then a tsundere—”
“——pass.”
“Immediate answer!? Why? Didn’t you say that a tsundere beautiful girl never goes out of style?”
“No, it’s not that it’s about going out of style. In this era, that’s practically a counterexample.”
“Th-Then a three-wa—”
“——Master, let me put it bluntly, the character you need to portray now should be a beautiful girl filled with the fantasies of otaku, almost like industrial saccharin literature.”
“Indus-Industrial saccharin?”
“Exactly, it’s that kind of beautiful girl who, even on their first meeting, will suddenly fall in love with the male lead, and has a love history as blank as a clean sheet of paper, with a kind, gentle, and bold personality, high attack but low defense, who will self-courting them crazily in interaction with the male lead, dedicatedly and submissively doting on him.”
“Th-That kind of character is in vogue now!?”
“Exactly, as long as you play that character, you will definitely be able to develop an extraordinary relationship with the protagonist—of course, to leave him with a deep first impression, I have combined many cases to tailor this plan just for you—”
And the plan that Garuda mentioned was simple and direct.
“Sex” is a common topic for both men and women, and often closely related to “love.” Therefore, to leave a good first impression on a protagonist who intends to become her partner, the most direct and effective method is—to let him accidentally see herself in a moment of self-comfort.
“!?”
At this moment, Nagi finally realized that her earlier statements had left her in a pit.
Having already rejected the plan to “play the role of a homeless beauty in the rain who is picked up and taken home by the protagonist,” she had promised Garuda with an oath to proceed with another plan—
“W-Wait, Garuda? Do we really have no enmity between us?”
“How could that be? As a contracted beast, I naturally prioritize the happiness of the protagonist~ After all, which male high school student would dislike a beauty filled with lewd thoughts in secret?~”
Nagi felt like an unwitting customer who had stumbled into a brothel; she had intended to place a specific order but had accidentally signed a contract, and now the madam within the establishment was doing everything possible to dress her up and turn her into the star attraction.
To be honest, she had been well aware of her appearance as a beautiful girl, having lived two lifetimes as a boy, so she had a clear understanding of what a “beautiful girl” was.
And because of this, she understood why Garuda had devised such a plan for her, arranging for her to encounter the other protagonist of this world in a way reminiscent of an eroge—No, to correct, not reminiscent; this world was originally a galgame featuring a large “18+” label on the cover.
And now, her actions were, in a certain sense, making her into a leading lady in an eroge, where typically, these beautiful characters who have looks and figures are destined to sacrifice a bit of their semblance or provide some favors.
Nagi was fully aware of this.
If a leading lady in a galgame wore clothing that obscured her skin from head to toe and acted like a saint who saw through the mundane, then that wouldn’t be a masterpiece of a galgame but rather a complete failure.
The “Starfall” series of games belonged to the former, not the latter.
Therefore—
At a loss for a better plan, Nagi reluctantly agreed to try out the plan suggested by Garuda.
Of course, not only was the form of the encounter important, but the location of the encounter was also significant.
Although Nagi still viewed herself deep within as a boy, that didn’t mean she was willing to expose her skin in front of others, let alone showcase how a beautiful girl of her caliber looked while self-generating.
Absolutely not.
As for the favors she would offer the protagonist, Nagi could only regard them as investments and costs needed for her future laid-back life.
Because she didn’t want to find a boy to fall in love and settle down like an ordinary girl, the protagonist she was looking for this time was also somewhat akin to her nominal life partner—or lover; as long as he supported her and allowed her to continue living a carefree life, that would suffice.
This small favor was an inevitable sacrifice—Nagi silently convinced herself.
……
……
“How about the empty library after school?” Garuda suggested.
“While I can’t say a clear refusal, that setting is just too grand, so I must decline.” Nagi decisively refused.
“Why not? I thought the library was a very fitting setting. A relatively enclosed space, a place symbolizing knowledge and learning, yet with the soft murmurs of a girl echoing in the quiet space, the sense of betrayal and temptation would be maximized, allowing him to fully appreciate the details of your immersion while at the same time maintaining a moral high ground to get leverage on you, gaining the initiative in the interaction, and even directly blackmailing you—”
“Hey, Garuda, we’re family, right? Real family, right?” Nagi questioned, her eyes teary. But the more she questioned, the more wrong it felt, as even a girl in a brothel would consider the madam as family.
At this moment, the man and the bird were discussing their next course of action in a stall in the bathroom of Starlight Academy.
The content that should have been decided long ago had been delayed.
Unfortunately, due to Nagi’s indulgent life in recent years, she developed a severe procrastination syndrome, forcing her to plan only at the last minute.
The sacred place of the library was excluded.
Garuda continued to suggest several very classic locations, such as storage rooms for sports equipment, boys’ restrooms…… The more Nagi listened, the more wrong it felt, thinking that her contracted beast must have been poisoned by some eroge.
Finally, just before the entrance ceremony began, Nagi successfully finalized the ultimate location—her own supernatural phenomenon research club.
Because at Starlight Academy, every student is required to participate in club activities after school, Nagi found a non-existent club and became a ghost member, allowing her to avoid wasting time on club activities.
Of course, there was a little thought behind Nagi’s decision—
After formulating her plan, Nagi just exited the single restroom stall—causing the other girls in the restroom to involuntarily gasp.
Nagi’s current appearance had such an incredible stunning charm.
However, to Nagi, the other girls’ exclamations felt more like— “So beautiful girls do go to the bathroom too.”
To avoid witnessing their actions that would make her “personally feel whether the exterior of a beautiful girl is truly as sweet as the rumors say,” Nagi could only quicken her pace to exit the restroom, lest her impressions of girls gradually crumble.
Since this was a galgame world, perhaps there truly existed something akin to a “fateful script,” and the evidence was—
The moment Nagi hurriedly exited to avoid the other girls in the restroom, she collided head-on with a boy who was jogging down the corridor.
“Ah, I’m sorry—”
With Nagi’s agile physical skills and reflexes, she could easily regain balance after the bump, but surprisingly, the other party was no less quick to react.
At the instant she was pushed back, the boy had already reacted and quickly reached out to try to catch her—but in the outcome, it was unclear whether it was due to the so-called “principle of mutual forces” or the effect of a “romantic comedy unfolding.”
At the moment he reached out, Nagi had just attempted to adjust her balance, thus, the hand that should have caught her ended up pressing right against her prominent chest, and even through the thick layers of fabric, the soft thing wrapped beneath it caused the hand resting on it to unconsciously squeeze a few times.
Nagi’s mind instantly went blank.
Though she had touched the part dubbed a boy’s dream many times over the past years, being touched by others, especially a boy—that was still her first time.
As her pure and adorable face unwittingly flushed crimson, the black-haired boy who accidentally experienced the “lucky pervert” event widened his eyes in surprise, his mind going blank—
—————–
Kanade felt that his luck today was extremely unfortunate.
Although he had considered the possibility of oversleeping while living alone, so he specifically bought a new alarm clock as a double safety measure.
As a result, on the morning of the school opening, not only was his newly purchased alarm clock broken, but his phone had also turned off due to forgetting to charge it the night before.
Thus, Kanade was almost late when he hurried to Starlight Academy.
He had originally reserved enough time to familiarize himself with the new school’s layout, find the teacher’s office, and locate the homeroom teacher for his incoming class—
But all of that had turned into empty talk due to the broken alarm clock.
As a transfer student, he should have arrived early to meet the homeroom teacher and prepare.
Feeling anxious, he attempted to jog a short distance in the corridor where running was strictly prohibited.
Kanade had great confidence in his speed and physical agility, especially his dodging ability, which he considered a natural talent, having never lost in dodgeball before.
However, he truly did not expect that his pride in his speed would fail this time, as he collided head-on with a girl who hurriedly walked out of the bathroom—
Although the girl had rushed out of the restroom rather quickly, it was clear he should take full responsibility for running in the corridor.
Thus, thinking he should make amends, he aimed to use his exceptional athletic ability to catch the girl who was falling backward, but whether due to bad luck or coincidence—well, perhaps both were the same thing.
In the end, when he intended to remedy his mistake, he escalated the severity of the situation exponentially—
For some reason, his outstretched hand ended up on the chest of the black-haired girl before him, and before he could retract his body, he pushed the girl against the wall, which from both posture and appearance looked like:
He suddenly sprinted down the corridor and then wall-slammed a girl who had just exited the restroom, and even reached out to touch her breasts.
It’s over; my innocence is lost~
Goodbye to my blissful high school life~
Sure enough, my luck today has hit rock bottom—ah, no, wait, this soft and wonderful sensation from my hand is…… uncertain, let me confirm once more…… um, could it be that today is actually my lucky day?
For a high school boy, to personally experience the weight and generosity of these dreams—wouldn’t that be a perfect way to go out?
Well, before I meet my end—let me confirm once again this exquisite sensation.
