Chapter 1 (1/2)

I check myself out in front of the mirror.

Black hair extending to the middle of my back, eyes slanting slightly upwards, and pale white skin.

Furthermore, a dark blue blazer with a black and white plaid skirt. A deep green necktie is fastened, and the fact I am a 1st year is displayed with a single line. I’m beautiful girl who has reached perfection.

Sorry for the late introduction. My name is Katagiri Sora.

This summer onwards, I’m going to attend Ryuusen High School as a reincarnated person. I’m a guy.

Why am I a reincarnated? Because it seems that it’s some self-proclaimed G.o.d’s hobby.

Hence this dating-sim game world. Not only that, it’s some super minor game world.

I did want to try out something like this once though.

It’s a dating game, so before I reincarnated, I thought I’d capture some cute girls and do some “Kya~Kya~ufufu” things.

But reality is cruel. I was born as a female. No matter how I think about it, aren’t I on the side on being captured? f.u.c.k that!

Well, since I was born normal, even though I’m lamenting, I could probably live in this situation.

But, BUT! This is my second life, my second body, and if I refine myself enough, I could get a super high-spec, s.h.i.+NING body.

Since ancient times, pretty girls were admired. Since I love healing my eyes with their figures, I tried to refine myself to really s.h.i.+ne. However, I spent my childhood without working hard, plainly and inconspicuously.

Well, because of that, it goes without saying that I regret my decisions.

I’ve said everything that I wanted to say.

There’s no way to get a high-spec body. Besides, this is my body. I can do whatever I want, and polish it as much as I want.

First, I don’t like idiot kids who don’t study, so I’m going to study reliably.

In my last life, I wanted to enter a National University. However, I found it hard to study, and I didn’t spend much time on parts I thought difficult, and when it came time to enroll in university, my graduation rank did not provide me with any opportunities.

And then, Cooking.

This was also something I wanted to get good at in my past life because I wanted to impress girls. For the sake of reaching my goal, I exerted myself everyday. Although I couldn’t do any fancy home cooking, I became able to make sweets. I have no weaknesses when it comes to sweets. Except, I don’t really like sweets. I’ll let my younger brother do away with them.

I also wanted to exercise.

Although there was no way I could join a sports club, for the sake of becoming fit, I jogged every morning, never missing a day of muscle training.

As a result of that, my lower body muscles became firm, and at a height of 163 centimeters, I had achieved pretty good proportions.

Also, whenever my salary allowed, I went to play piano and do calligraphy. I’m amazed at what a cheat character I became.

I’m aware that such self-improvement would increase the likelihood that I’d become a  capture target, but having come so far, I can’t go back, so might as well charge forward.

Serious mode. On. If anyone tries to simply give me sweet confectioneries, I’ll show them what ‘sweet’ really is! …This fighting spirit makes me feel like a Chuuni.

Well, I have some confessions about my middle school days, but I don’t have anything especially appropriate right now.

“Sora! if you don’t hurry and eat your breakfast, you’ll be late for the school entrance ceremony.”

My mom yells from the first floor. Is it time already?

Because I thought to myself alone, time has unexpectedly flown by.

*To~n To~n To~n*

I walk down the stairs and turn into the living room.

My body’s light. I don’t know if this is because I’m a girl, but I only made a little bit of sound going down the stairs. It’s strange not making loud sounds.

“Good morning.”

I enter the living room and greet my mom.

On top the table, my breakfast was already laid out.

Today’s menu is one slice of toast, scrambled eggs, and sausages. It’s the same everyday actually. Our household is part of the bread faction (meaning they don’t eat rice like other j.a.panese). The combination of bread and coffee is SUPREME. I had the same opinion my previous life too.

“Good morning Onee-chan. That school uniform sure looks good on you.”

My brother greets me while biting into the bread. Fufun, does it really look good on me?

“Good morning. You’re eating a lot as usual.”

The breakfast my brother’s eating is no different than mine.

It’s the quant.i.ty that was the problem. He’s eating 6 slices of bread, three servings of scrambled eggs, which used three times the eggs, and a mountain of sausages. He often eats that amount, but for a guy who plays soccer, it probably isn’t enough, I think.