My Gift Is “Beauty”. I Think It’s Useless, but It Seems to Be an S-Rank Gift With the Strongest Buff Effect for Beautiful Girls - Chapter 25.2: The Skill “Hair Quality Improvement”

Chapter 25.2: The Skill “Hair Quality Improvement”

Asami bowed deeply, almost 180 degrees.

“Yeah. I hope your hair turns out beautiful.”

“A… aba…!”

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Asami endured all six sessions of embarrassment.

It was Golden Week, so it was a holiday, but the moment she woke up that morning, she noticed.

“My hair… feels light…?”

Normally, she woke up feeling the weight of her bomber-head hair. But today, it was gone.

Asami got out of bed and moved to the mirror in her room.

“—”

She couldn’t see in front.

Her bomber-head bangs used to block her view, but now her curly hair had straightened out.

Asami parted her bangs herself, clearing her vision.

“Aba… abababababa…”

Who was this in the mirror? Who was this girl with glossy, translucent silver hair?

“—It’s me…”

When she realized it, a single tear fell from her eye.

Her turquoise blue eyes, proof of her British grandfather’s blood, now perfectly matched her beautiful silver hair.

“A, a… abaa~~~~~”

Tears flowed from both eyes, blurring her vision even as she wiped them.

Asami headed to the living room.

“Good morning. You’re a bit late today.”

“Asami~, breakfast’s ready!”

Her mother, with the same silver hair, turquoise blue eyes, and beautiful features, was nearly done preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Her father, who until recently had the same afro hair as Asami, greeted her next.

“G-Good morning…”

Asami walked slowly and sat at the dining table.

“Hm… hm…!?”

“Huh!?”

Her parents finally noticed something was off.

“I-Is my hair… pretty?”

Asami asked in a trembling voice, her long bangs hiding their faces.

“What! Asami!? What’s with your hair! It’s so pretty! Like mine… no, even prettier!”

“No way! Is it a gift!? Another gift!?”

“No, it’s not… I can’t explain, but… it happened.”

Her parents, stunned by their daughter’s hair transformation, approached her seat.

“It’s amazing… truly beautiful…”

“You look like a doll… I’m sorry. My hair made things tough for you, didn’t it…”

“No… it’s fine…”

Asami’s hair was clearly inherited from her father.

She had struggled with it, unable to do girly things, but now that didn’t matter.

From now on, Asami could live as a girl with beautiful hair.

(It’s different… completely different…)

When her parents gently stroked her head, the feeling was entirely different from her afro days.

Asami happily accepted it, smiling through tears.

“That settles it—we’re going to the salon today! Hurry and eat breakfast!!”

Her mother quickly called the salon to book an appointment.

And so, Asami headed to the salon to have her long hair styled.

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“H-Hello…”

That day, a girl arrived at Hiroyo’s house.

When she rang the intercom, an ordinary-faced boy greeted her with a smile and led her inside.

“—It’s so beautiful…!”

“Like a foreign princess…”

A breathtakingly cute doll-like girl stood there.

Following Hiroyo, Hibiki, Koharu, and Kirino were waiting for Asami, who had her hair improved and styled at the salon.

“A, aba… thank you so much!”

She bowed deeply.

“Hey, come here! Let me touch your hair!”

Hibiki beckoned, and Asami sat at the table.

“Wow! It’s so smooth! And the stylist’s skill is amazing, right!?”

“It’s true… even with the same treatment, her natural hair makes a difference.”

“No split ends at all. It’s wonderful.”

By this time, Koharu and Kirino’s hair was already beautifully glossy, noticeably different from before. Even so, they were amazed by Asami’s potential. Her turquoise blue eyes and small face matched her silver hair perfectly, leaving them in awe of her beauty.

“Aba… it’s all thanks to you all…”

Asami replied shyly.

“U-Um… I have one request…”

She fidgeted as she spoke.

“Anything, just say it!”

“C-Can… Senior Takanashi… stroke my head?”

“Wow… another girl has fallen for Hiroyo.”

Hibiki nodded and muttered.

“A, ababa… maybe because he kept massaging my head… I just really miss his hands…”

“I get it. I wanted Hiroyo to stroke my head too!”

Hibiki had experienced a similar backlash, like a “stroking charge.”

“Then move in front of Hiroyo.”

“Y-Yes…”

Asami sat in front of Hiroyo.

“Wow… it’s like I got a little sister…”

Her small size made her fit perfectly between Hiroyo’s spread legs. Having been touched by him so much, Asami now felt comfortable with the closeness.

“Here I go…”

“Yes…”

The feeling was completely different from before.

Hiroyo’s fingers glided smoothly through her fine, untangled hair, gently stroking it.

“Abaa… it feels… good… I could get addicted to this…”

No skill was used, just stroking, but perhaps because she was used to his hands, Asami looked very content.

“She looks like a cat or dog, or some small animal being petted.”

“True. I want to be petted too.”

“Me too, by Hiroyo-kun’s hands…”

The three watched Asami enviously.

“Aba, aba… abaa…”

Asami fully enjoyed Hiroyo’s gentle hands.

Afterward, Hibiki and the others took turns being petted, making it a day like cats with their owner.

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After Golden Week.

A girl stood in front of her classroom door, which she’d attended for a month.

Her classmates, whom she hadn’t seen during Golden Week, were already gathered, chatting noisily while waiting for homeroom.

The door slid open.

“—Huh?”

One classmate noticed the girl who entered.

“Was there a girl like that?”

“Who’s she?”

“Maybe a transfer student…?”

“She’s beautiful… like a foreign doll.”

“But that silver hair…”

Whispers spread, and the class’s attention gradually focused on the girl.

She walked slowly and sat at her usual desk.

“That seat…”

“Yaginuma!?”

“No wayyyyy!?”

The classmates finally realized.

The drastic change caused an uproar in the classroom.

“A-Asami-chan… right!?”

A female student approached the silver-haired beauty—Asami Yaginuma.

“Aba… yeah.”

“No way… no way…! You’re so beautiful…!”

The girl stared, enchanted by Asami’s beauty. Asami fidgeted, embarrassed to be the center of attention.

“Hey, hey! Your face is that cute!? And your eyes are blue! Half!? Quarter!?”

“Too cute! Which salon did you go to!? Oh, I’m making her my little sister!”

“Let me see too!”

“Me too, me too!”

“No boys!! Go away!”

“I’ll protect Asami-chan!”

Classmates crowded around Asami’s desk.

Her beauty sparked a small frenzy.

“Abababababababa…”

Asami was shocked, not expecting this, but she was truly happy that everyone called her cute and beautiful.

So—

“—Seniors… thank you, really, thank you…”

Asami whispered her gratitude to the four seniors.

And she made her gift glow, vowing to repay them.