Isekai ni Demodori Shimashita? Chapter 3 (2/2)

It’s rather ambiguous as to whether I have other hobbies as well, but I do like the so-called “fantasy” genre. Perhaps it’s because magic and monsters somehow or other bring back memories and nostalgia of my old world.

It’s only at a level where I occasionally have a look at novels, or films, or games when I have the time though.

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Incidentally, far from being weak, my body in this life is quite high spec.

I think that my reflexes are quite good, and my ability to remember things is good too. Even in the tests at school, just by going to cla.s.s every day and doing simple revision I’m at the top of my grade (single digit rank).

Before tests, Tomoko whose grades are on the better end of the lower marks will tell me that it’s unfair. That has nothing to do with me, you know…

There are regrettable things about this high spec body as well. To me, they’re even more important than having a high spec body. My friends tell me that I’m being too greedy, but to me it’s a very important point.

That is…

No matter how much I eat, I won’t gain “meat”!

Eh? You’re jealous, you say? Isn’t that a good thing, you say?

The females of the world may say that they’re jealous of a body that doesn’t gain “meat”.

But please think about it carefully.

Meat doesn’t refer only to flab, you know?

I don’t grow horizontally for sure, but neither do I grow upwards.

And moreover, a part that’s of critical importance to women… my chest and b.u.t.t won’t grow beyond the minimum, you know?

Is there anything more lonely than this?

If you’ve already got meat there, you can reduce it by being careful about your food and diet, but if it doesn’t gain in the first place there’s nothing you can do about it, you know?

My height stopped growing just before I entered middle school, by squis.h.i.+ng all of my breastless chest together I just barely manage a B cup, and my b.u.t.t won’t grow beyond the bare minimum; I have the so called ‘tsurupeta’ body type.

Each time we take measurements, my meagre hopes are crushed, and if you only pay attention to the weight then people around me look envious, but when they look at the other measurements they look at me with pitying eyes, and in the end I get consoled.

I pa.s.s everyday telling myself that my growth period just hasn’t come yet.

“Don’t call me tiny don’t call me a child don’t call me a flat chest I’ll rip your t.i.ts off. “Big” women are the enemy.”

Oops, please excuse me. I was pulled over to the Dark Side for a little bit.

Eh? What do I look like, you ask?

A black haired, black eyed j.a.panese with hair that goes past my hips and reaches my thighs I guess. My father and brother wouldn’t let me cut it, you know… It’s too long and gets in the way, though.

Usually I have it tied up with ribbons at around the waist, or when I feel like it, I occasionally braid it I guess.

I’m not very fussed about my hairstyle.

As for my face… Well, according to my friends or family, it’s “cute” apparently. I can’t really tell myself, though.

Perhaps it’s an adverse effect of my past life, but it seems that to me, the criteria for female beauty has become “the size of her chest” and how nice her face looks. It seems that I was a person from the b.o.o.b Planet; the ‘me’ of my old life, that is.

And so this growthless body of mine has zero charm as a woman. Truly a pervert, right? The past me, that is.

It seems that this is a story where a person like me is the lead actress.

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