Chapter 8
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Chapter 8: The Cross-Dressing Boy Becomes An Older Sister
After finishing our questioning at the police box, we boarded a bus and headed towards Hananomiya Girls’ Academy.
As I sat by the window, absentmindedly gazing at the scenery outside, Honoka, who was seated next to me, bowed her head deeply and apologized.
“Th-thank you so much for everything! You really helped me out, foreign lady!”
When she looked up, her eyes were glistening with tears and she had a smile on her face.
I returned her smile and spoke gently.
“Please, don’t worry about it. Besides, it was more my friend who caught the perpetrator. I didn’t do anything at all.”
“No, no, no! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything… It’s all thanks to you! I really don’t know how to thank you!”
“You don’t need to be so formal. I did it because I wanted to… Plus, I couldn’t forgive such a despicable man. So, please, lift your head, Honoka.”
When we arrived at the police box, the molester had consistently denied the allegations… But when I informed the police about the secret filming, his attitude quickly became meek, and he couldn’t say anything in response.
After that, with evidence and the presence of a third-party witness, the police determined the molester was guilty, and he was safely apprehended.
Ah, it’s great that the pervert was properly punished.
If I thought about my cute sister being molested by such a scumbag, I’d be so angry I could explode.
Perverts who defile my divine Rurika should perish. Evil must be cut down. But right now, I’m in no position to say such things. After all, I’m a perverted man cross-dressing… My goddess Rurika, please forgive this older brother. I am a sinner. A perverted man hiding his manhood in women’s underwear. Paoon (Sound).
“What happened? You suddenly had your head in your hands?”
“… N-no, it’s nothing. I’m fine.”
As I cleared my throat to cover it up, the bun-haired girl Honoka spoke to me with a tense expression.
“Um, excuse me, could you tell me your name?”
“Oh? Ah, right, I haven’t said my name yet. I am… Kaede Kisaragi. I’m a first-year student entering the acting department this year. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Honoka.”
Using the fake name I made with Karen a few days ago, Honoka clasped her hands together as if in prayer, her eyes sparkling.
“Kaede Kisaragi… What a beautiful name, just as I thought! And the acting department… Wow, that’s so cool! Um, Kaede-sama, may I call you Onee-sama?”
“Eh? Onee-sama…?”
“At Hananomiya Girls’ Academy, there’s a tradition of calling the most respected seniors Onee-sama. So, may I call you that, Kaede-sama?”
“Well, I’m in the same class as Honoka-san, so it kind of feels a bit awkward when you call me that…”
“Is it not good?”
Honoka’s eyes were watery and her eyebrows furrowed in anxiety.
All I could do was give her a forced smile.
“…Umm, well…”
“Even if I meet wonderful seniors in the future, I don’t think I’ll ever want to call anyone else Onee-sama as much as you, Kaede-sama. When you helped me from the molester, it was like a shock went through my heart. I felt it was fate.”
“But I’m not the right person to be called Onee-sama…”
“Please! This is a once-in-a-lifetime request, Kaede-sama!”
“Well… okay, fine…”
“Really!? Thank you so much, Onee-sama!”
Overwhelmed by her intense approach, I found myself nodding inadvertently.
But I’m an older brother, not an older sister. Just an ordinary virgin guy.
As I was bewildered, Honoka withdrew her face and shyly smiled.
“I’m so happy Kaede-sama is my Onee-sama! When you helped me, you looked like a prince. I wanted to take a picture and make it my wallpaper… Kaede-sama, you’re really beautiful and cool!”
As a man, being called beautiful is quite complicated… But should I be happy that I’m seen as a woman now?
Unsure how to respond, I smiled wryly, and Honoka spoke again.
“Ah, by the way, I’m also in the acting department this year! I’m not very competent, but please take care of me, Onee-sama!”
“Acting department…? Honoka, aren’t you a gravure idol? Shouldn’t you be in the idol department?”
“Oh, you knew I was a gravure idol? Yes… I used to do gravure, but my childhood dream has always been to be an actress. I couldn’t give up on that dream, so I came to this school. It’s also close to my home!”
She laughed and scratched her cheek shyly.
I smiled at her.
“I see. Then as fellow students in the acting department… let’s get along, Honoka.”
“Yes! Um, Onee-sama, may I ask you something I’ve been curious about?”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Since we met, I’ve been wondering, are you half-Japanese? Your name sounds Japanese, and you speak fluent Japanese…”
“Well, I get mistaken often because of my appearance, but I’m Japanese. My paternal grandmother is Irish, so I’m a quarter.”
“Wow, I see.”
She nodded in understanding.
At that moment, the bus stopped, and a man in a suit got on.
He looked around, found an open seat, and started walking towards the back.
As he passed by our seat, Honoka let out a small yelp and clung to my arm.
The man tilted his head at her reaction, but then continued to the back seat.
The bus started moving again.
“… Honoka?”
Looking at her clinging to my arm, I saw her pale face filled with fear.
I gently whispered to her.
“Is something wrong, Honoka? Are you feeling unwell?”
“Ah, I’m sorry, Onee-sama… I’m scared of men…”
“Oh, I see. It’s understandable after what happened. Do you want to switch seats?”
“No, it’s not because of the molestation… I’ve always been scared of men since I was little. Just having them nearby makes me shake and unable to move. So, I always requested female photographers for gravure shoots.”
“I see… So you have androphobia?”
Honoka nodded.
“When I was in fifth grade, a boy bullied me. He put bugs on my desk and hid my shoes… Since then, I’ve been scared of men… I’m sorry for causing trouble… I’m a strange girl, aren’t I?”
I smiled gently at her.
“No, it’s okay. Everyone has things they’re not good at. For you, it’s men. There’s nothing strange about it.”
“Thank you, Onee-sama! Thank you so much!”
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she hugged me tightly.
I won’t say what, but she’s quite well-endowed.
Also, I’m afraid my chest pad might slip… But I can’t push her away in this atmosphere.
Feeling uneasy about touching a woman’s body, I timidly patted her shoulder.
“Um, Honoka, it’s hard to breathe, so could you let go…”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to wrinkle your uniform! Sorry, Onee-sama!”
She laughed shyly and scratched her cheek.
cheerful, innocent, energetic and bright girl who’s afraid of men—Honoka Hiiragi, perhaps.
I felt terribly guilty about hiding my gender from her.
In our school life ahead, it might be better for Honoka not to interact with me much.
If she found out that her beloved Onee-sama was actually a cross-dressing man, it would be traumatic for her.
“The next stop is Hananomiya Girls’ Academy.”
The bus announcement informed us that we were approaching our destination.
Though it’s my first day of school, we’re quite late… But given the circumstances, the teachers will probably understand.
According to Karen, the only people who know my true identity at this school are her maid, the principal, and the homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher is supposed to support me, but I wonder how they feel about a man attending a girls’ school.
It feels awkward meeting someone who knows I’m a man, but given the situation, I have no choice.
“Oh, Onee-sama, look! It’s Hananomiya Girls’ Academy!”
Looking out the window, I saw a building resembling a medieval European castle approaching.
Since it’s a Christian school, the campus has a foreign ambiance.
The pure white buildings, triangular roofs, tolling bells, and expansive garden filled the scene.
That school, which looks like something out of “The Rose of Versailles,” is where I will be attending—Hananomiya Girls’ Academy High School.
A school where aspiring entertainers gather from all over the country—Princess School, a paradise of beautiful girls.
It was a world that seemed out of place to me, a perpetual virgin and cross-dressing pervert.
