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 43.7: Extra Chapter - My Gift Is "Beauty," But...

Chapter 43.7: Extra Chapter – My Gift Is “Beauty,” But…

“—Hayashido Hibiki, your gift is ‘Beauty,'” the guild employee said.

“Huh?” I responded.

When I turned sixteen and visited the Adventurers’ Guild, a busty guild employee told me this, and I widened my eyes in surprise.

Beauty is the most attractive ability for a girl. Could I become even prettier than I am now? If I became prettier, maybe I could win over a handsome guy I like!

“You likely already know this, but you possess two skills: ‘Skin Quality Improvement’ and ‘Fat Burning.’ As a woman myself, I must say this gift is no exaggeration to call S-rank,” the employee explained.

“Y-Yes! Thank you so much! I’ll try it out right away!” I replied eagerly.

“Wait, there’s more! The skills come with a backlash—” she started.

Excited, I didn’t think too deeply and danced with joy as I left the Adventurers’ Guild.

—The next day.

Since starting high school, my friends Motoya Himari and Ihara Umirin pressed me about what my gift was.

But I wanted to try it myself first. I planned to tell them after experiencing its effects.

So, I decided to test it in my room after school on Friday, when I had plenty of time.

When Friday arrived, I walked home alone, ready to use my gift while strolling through an alley.

“Um, Hayashido Hibiki!” a voice called out.

“Huh?” I turned around.

A male high school student stood there. It was Takanashi-kun from my class… I didn’t know his first name, but he was a quiet, unremarkable guy.

“Did you stalk me or something?” I asked suspiciously.

“N-No! I mean… I want to talk about your gift!” he stammered.

His face looked intense as he approached me desperately. My gift… I hadn’t told anyone, so how did he know? Well, maybe he heard I went for an ‘Appraisal’ in class.

“And…?” I prompted.

“My gift’s skill is called ‘Grant Sight,’ and when I used it, you were glowing!” he explained.

Glowing? What did that mean?

“It means the gift I’m seeking is the one you have! So, please… use your gift on me!” he pleaded.

He didn’t seem to know exactly what my gift was. But from his words, I understood my gift was something useful to him. Still, I had no reason to use it on him…

“By the way… can I ask what gift you got?” he asked cautiously.

“Well…” I hesitated.

“Please!” he begged, suddenly dropping to the ground in a full bow.

His sudden action drew stares from passersby.

“Ugh, stop it! Get up already!” I urged.

“So…” he looked up hopefully.

“…Fine, follow me,” I sighed.

“Where to?” he asked, confused.

I grabbed his arm and took him to my house. He looked around nervously, fidgeting when we entered my room.

It was probably his first time in a girl’s room. Honestly, it was my first time having a boy over too. I’d prefer a hotter guy… but oh well, no use thinking about it.

“Here, I brought you a drink, so sit there,” I offered.

“Thanks! You’re kinder than I thought, Hayashido,” he said.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m nice, aren’t I?” I retorted.

“Well… you seem kind of unapproachable at school…” he admitted.

That made sense. I’m at the top of the social hierarchy, hanging out with Himari and Umirin. A regular guy like Takanashi probably found it hard to talk to me. I didn’t mean to come off that way, but maybe I seemed intimidating.

“Whatever… so, you want to know about my gift?” I asked.

“Yeah… and I want you to use it on me,” he replied earnestly.

I calmed down and returned to the topic. I’d already decided to tell him since I let him into my room. His eyes sparkled with excitement.

“My gift is ‘Beauty,'” I revealed.

“Beauty!? Really!? No way! That’s amazing!!” he shouted.

“Hey! Don’t yell like that, it’s creepy!” I scolded.

I was about to explain the skills, but he got so excited about my gift that he started shouting. It was too loud, so I gave him a chop to quiet him down. He finally caught his breath and settled.

“So, I have skills called ‘Skin Quality Improvement’ and ‘Fat Burning.’ They do what their names suggest—make skin prettier and burn fat,” I explained.

“That’s incredible… you’re amazing, Hayashido. You’re a genius. You’re like a god to a beauty-obsessed guy like me!” he praised.

“What did you just say?” I asked, surprised.

Beauty-obsessed guy…? Now that I looked closely, his skin did seem nicer than other guys’, and his body was surprisingly toned. Did he work out? His face was average, though.

If he’s a beauty-obsessed guy, he should at least try harder with his hairstyle. I could do it better… wait, why am I even thinking that? I don’t owe him anything.

“I haven’t told anyone, but I spend my allowance on cosmetics,” he confessed.

“Seriously…? I’ve heard more guys are into that lately, but isn’t that a bit early for a high schooler?” I questioned.

“But I love it, so what can I do? I just love beauty!” he declared.

Takanashi looked straight into my eyes with a sincere gaze. That earnest look stirred something in me, making me think he was a little cool.

It’s not easy to openly love something, especially after being brushed off by someone you barely know.

“…Fine. I’ll use it on you. I want to know how it feels before trying it on myself anyway,” I agreed.

“Really!? You’re the best, Hayashido! I’m so happy! Can we start now? Should I lie on the bed? I’ll take my clothes off!” he said excitedly.

He started stripping off his blazer, unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his belt, and even his pants—

“Wait!!” I shouted, looking away.

“Huh?” he paused.

“Are you planning to strip to your underwear? Aren’t you embarrassed?” I asked.

“Uh… sorry. I got too excited…” he mumbled.

Is this guy an idiot? Who strips almost naked in front of a girl? But he looked a bit embarrassed, which made me feel embarrassed too.

I glanced at him as he put his uniform back on. As expected, his body was muscular. Even though he wasn’t in any sports clubs, his abs were defined, and his arms were thick. His face was plain, but his body was undeniably masculine.

“You work out, don’t you, Takanashi?” I noted.

“Yeah… beauty isn’t just about the face. You have to take care of your diet and body too, or your skin won’t improve,” he explained.

“You’re pretty dedicated,” I remarked.

“Haha… only when it comes to what I love,” he said modestly.

He was completely different from my first impression. Why was his body so masculine? And his mindset seemed pretty solid too…

“Lie down,” I instructed.

“Huh?” he blinked.

“Just lie down without your shirt,” I insisted.

“But…” he hesitated.

“I’ll do your whole body, so hurry up and lie down!” I ordered.

“Okay!” he complied.

Maybe his passion for beauty got to me, but I had him, in just his underwear, lie on my bed, which no one else had ever touched. He was clearly flustered, probably his first time on a girl’s bed.

I took off my blazer and climbed onto the bed.

“Doing your whole body will take about an hour. You good with that?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine… thank you so much,” he said gratefully.

“Well… I forgot to mention, but there’s a backlash to the skills. I don’t know how strong it’ll be since it’s my first time. If you want to stop, just say so,” I warned.

“Got it,” he nodded.

I moved near his head, took a deep breath, and activated my skill for the first time.

“Skill: ‘Skin Quality Improvement,'” I invoked29.

A soft white light glowed in my hand, and I felt a slight warmth. Good, it’s working.

Time to use him as my test subject.

“Ah!?” he gasped.

I touched his face, then his ears, and he let out a weird noise. Come on, dude…

But I kept going, ignoring it.

“This… is amazing… Hayashido…” he murmured.

His face slowly turned red, and I could feel his body temperature rising. It must be the backlash. It’s supposed to make the body sensitive, but what does that mean?

His breathing got heavy, and he was making expressions a guy shouldn’t show. Even though I was staring right at him…

When I finished his face and moved to his neck and chest, I noticed something.

“Hey, what’s with the bulge!?” I exclaimed.

There was a tent in his underwear. Is that what the backlash does? Makes him react like that? Just from his face?

“S-Sorry… it’s just… my body…” he panted.

He seemed serious. We hadn’t talked much, but I got that vibe from him. Unlike the jerks I met at a mixer before, he felt sincere.

But… are guys’ things supposed to be *that* big? It was way bigger than I imagined. Was it from working out? No, that doesn’t make sense. So, it’s just his natural potential?

I shook it off. No time to think about that. I kept going.

“Don’t make your nipples hard! My fingers are getting caught!” I snapped.

As I worked on his chest, his body twitched every time I touched his nipples, which were noticeably stiff. Do guys get like that too? Was he reacting to me, or was it just the backlash?

I didn’t know, but I said I’d do it, so I wouldn’t stop unless he told me to.

His moans were annoying, but he was clearly feeling it too much to hold back, covering his mouth with one hand and gripping the pillow with the other.

This was getting fun.

“Takanashi, hold it together, okay? This is just a procedure, so don’t think weird thoughts,” I teased.

“I know… I know… but my body…” he gasped.

Heh. Just rubbing him, and he’s so cute. Here? Or maybe here? He looked ready to burst, but was he really okay?

There was a dark stain at the tip of his underwear. Seeing that for the first time messed with me, making me feel weird too.

Finally, I finished his whole body. I was exhausted—must be the mana drain. I pushed him to the back of the bed and lay down, too tired to care he was next to me. An hour of nonstop work was too much for a girl.

“Phew… I’m beat…” I sighed.

I was sweating a lot. The gift’s effects weren’t clear yet, but it took a lot of energy to use. And the backlash hit him hard too—he was breathing even heavier than me.

I thought he might not make it to the end, but he did. Good thing, because I wouldn’t have known how to react.

“Hayashido…” he said weakly.

“What? I’m tired,” I replied.

“I… can’t…” he muttered.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He didn’t clarify. I was too exhausted for more than short replies.

“I can’t… hold back,” he said.

“Huh?” I blinked.

The next moment, he shot up and pinned me down.

“What!? What’s going on!?” I yelped, panicking.

His sweat dripped onto my uniform shirt from his muscular body.

“I want… you, Hayashido,” he said.

“What!?” I gasped.

What was that!? That cheesy line didn’t fit him at all!

“Let’s calm down. This is too much,” I said firmly.

If this kept up, he’d attack me. I thought he was kind and sincere, but was he just another beast like other guys?

Or was this the—

“Sorry—” he started.

“Mmph!?” I gasped.

He grabbed my hands tightly, and I couldn’t resist as he kissed me hard. My first kiss—he pressed his lips against mine, tangling his tongue so fiercely I could barely breathe.

“Taka… no… this… I’m…” I mumbled between kisses.

“Sorry… I can’t… stop… Hayashido…” he panted.

He apologized but kept going, seeking me relentlessly. The wet sounds from our lips filled the air, and my mind started to give in.

It wasn’t… bad.

When he pulled back, his face looked so erotic, nothing like the plain guy from class. His masculine energy was overwhelming, his eyes gleaming like a predator’s.

“Skill—” he said.

“Huh?” I replied.

“Use your skill…” he urged.

“What do you—” I started.

“Activate it!” he insisted.

Overwhelmed, I used ‘Skin Quality Improvement.’ My hands glowed, and he guided them to my ears.

“Hyah!?” I squealed.

A jolt hit me, and I let out a weird noise from the backlash.

“Feel good too… Hayashido…” he whispered.

“No… this… I’m losing it…” I moaned.

From my ears to my face, chest, and whole body, the backlash made every touch hypersensitive.

“It’s… embarrassing…” I mumbled.

My shirt buttons popped open, and I felt my face flush as he saw my cute underwear. He was staring…

“You’re cute… Hayashido,” he whispered in my ear.

I was swallowed by his body.

What happened next was too shocking, and my memory’s fuzzy.

Now, he’s naked beside me, his arm around me. I’m naked too.

“I’m so sorry… Hayashido…” he apologized profusely, even bowing again.

But… it felt good.

The backlash’s pleasure overwhelmed me, and I let him in without resisting. No one could resist that.

I understood why he lost control. I’m not mad. I convinced myself it was inevitable and stroked his head.

“It’s fine. Stop apologizing. I get it,” I said.

“But… you used your skill because I begged, and I…” he trailed off.

“I said it’s fine!” I snapped.

“Okay…” he mumbled.

He attacked a girl, so he feels guilty. If I spread this, his school life would be over. But I won’t do that.

Maybe because we went that far and it felt good, I’m starting to feel something special for him.

I want to know him more. He’s not hot, but he’s serious and sincere—different from other guys. That’s kind of nice.

“Hey—what’s your first name?” I asked.

“My name… Hiroyo. Takanashi Hiroyo,” he answered.

“Hiroyo… got it,” I said.

“You’re Hibiki, right?” he confirmed.

“You know it,” I replied.

“Well, you’re famous in class,” he said.

“Heh, true,” I laughed.

As he held me, I moved closer and saw his smooth, beauty-obsessed skin.

“Hiroyo…” I said.

“Hibiki…?” he responded.

“You get it. We’re using first names now,” I declared.

“Uh… okay,” he agreed.

“And you’re helping with my experiments,” I added.

“That’s what I asked for, so…” he said.

Wrapped in his strong body, I tilted my head up and saw his lips, the ones we’d tangled with so many times.

I leaned in and kissed him.

“This stays between us, got it?” I warned.

“Yeah… being with someone as cute as you feels like a dream. I’d never do anything bad,” he promised.

“You already did,” I teased.

“That was—” he started.

“Kidding. My bad,” I laughed.

We shared sweet pillow talk until my parents came home, lingering in bed together.

My gift is ‘Beauty,’ but… it’s okay to make the boy I like prettier, right?

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Author’s note: Before starting the third chapter, April Fool’s Day arrived, so I wrote an “what if” story where Hiroyo and Hibiki’s gifts were swapped, and Hiroyo was a beauty-obsessed guy.