When My Girlfriend Cheated On Me And Spread Rumors That I Was A Guy Who Would Sleep With Anyone, I Decided To Just Accept It And Ended Up Dating The Most Slutty Girl In School. - Chapter 21: Bath Time.

Bath Time.

Hanabusa Kirara was a beautiful girl.

Because of her looks, other girls resented her, and boys she rejected held grudges, leaving her isolated.

Otaku culture offers solace to those who feel alone.

Naturally, Kirara became an otaku.

Anime, manga, games, light novels, and VTubers—all these aspects of otaku culture captured her interest.

From them, she developed a common desire shared by many: admiration.

She wanted to be like the characters she admired, to live in those worlds, to experience that kind of life.

It was during this period that she discovered cosplay.

The catalyst was a cosplay image she saw on Twitter.

The sight of her favorite character brought to life moved Kirara deeply.

She quickly bought a used costume on Mercari and tried it on at home.

Even though the cheap costume was poorly made and didn’t fit properly, it felt like her world had changed completely.

It felt amazing!

However, buying ready-made costumes was expensive.

There was no guarantee she’d find the costume she wanted, and there were issues with size and quality.

So, Kirara decided to make her own.

Fortunately, her family had a sewing machine.

Her parents, pleased to see their once-depressed daughter find a positive hobby, supported her by covering material costs. There were plenty of tutorials on YouTube to help her learn.

Kirara started making one costume after another.

Of course, cosplay isn’t just about the costume.

With the right outfit, you want the perfect look.

Hairstyles need to match, makeup is essential, and having the right body for the character is crucial.

As a result, Kirara became even more beautiful and cute.

In a way, cosplay is a pursuit of beauty, so this was a natural outcome.

Kirara learned an important lesson: Cuteness can be created!

And so can coolness!

With enough effort, you can become anything—whether a cute loli, a charming shota, a rugged old man, or even an otherworldly being!

Kirara knew this because she had done it herself, and so had her fellow cosplayers!

“That’s why turning you into a handsome guy is a piece of cake!” Kirara declared, snipping the air with professional-looking scissors in both hands.

To start with a makeover, they were in the bathroom at Naoki’s house, focusing on his hairstyle. Naoki was sitting on a bath chair, wearing only his underwear to avoid getting hair on his clothes. Kirara, similarly practical, was dressed in a T-shirt and ultra-mini shorts.

She had clearly anticipated that Naoki might feel insecure about being compared to his ex’s new, attractive partner. Kirara had brought all the necessary tools with her.

“Well, just changing my hairstyle won’t magically make me handsome, especially for someone like me,” Naoki mumbled, skeptical. He had reluctantly agreed to her plan but doubted its effectiveness. After all, his relationship with Chiharu had only happened because they were childhood friends, and he had never been popular otherwise.

“Shut up, you idiot!” Kirara’s fist playfully knocked against his head. It didn’t hurt, but her expression was serious. “If you say ‘someone like me’ one more time, I’ll chop off your junk! Look, if I say I can do it, then I can! Don’t underestimate my cosplay skills!”

“It’s not that I doubt you, Kirara…” Naoki’s hesitation wasn’t about her abilities but rather his own lack of confidence in his appearance. He had always been overshadowed by the beautiful Chiharu, and his self-esteem had been thoroughly crushed over time.

“Then stop whining! And Kaneshiro, right? To me, he’s just a dime-a-dozen wannabe handsome guy. He’s nothing special! If we’re talking about potential, you’ve got way more!”

“No way—ouch!” He was hit again. He knew his negative attitude was a problem, but he couldn’t help it.

“There is a way! I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. I’ve been a cosplayer since middle school; I know how to spot potential. On the surface, you may look like an unremarkable background character, but that just means your look is versatile. You’re like delicious rice that enhances any dish—a jack-of-all-trades character!”

“In games, those are usually the weak, unremarkable characters…” His cynical comment earned him another smack.

“Just wait until you see the new you; you won’t be saying that anymore. Now, let’s get started!” Kirara said with determination, ready to work her magic.

As she said this, Kirara sprayed Naoki’s hair with a mist and began to gather it into several sections using hair clips.

The Ashimura family’s bathroom was of a standard size.

Naturally, it was quite cramped with two teenagers in the washing area.

Every time Kirara moved around Naoki, who was seated in his underwear, the warm, somewhat sultry body odor seemed to swirl around.

It wasn’t uncommon for their bodies to touch each other.

Kirara’s thighs were as smooth and pretty as they looked, soft to the touch.

(…This is bad…)

Despite Naoki’s efforts, his body was starting to react in ways he couldn’t control.

In fact, it’s common for a boy’s body to respond independently of his will.

Moreover, this situation was becoming incredibly frustrating.

The concentrated sensation at the tip of his body felt intensely uncomfortable.

Kirara was diligently focused on her task.

It would be mortifying if she discovered his arousal in such a situation.

In fact, being seen as aroused by anyone other than during intimate moments is inherently embarrassing.

He wanted to hide it, but doing so would only make it more obvious.

(…Calm down, calm down… Please, just calm down…)

Naoki clenched his fists tightly on his knees as he desperately prayed for calm.

But it was futile.

The arousal of a teenage boy is not easily subdued.

Since being pranked by Chiharu, Naoki hadn’t taken care of himself.

He had a build-up of libido over the past few days.

Far from calming down, there was even a risk of an uncontrolled outburst.

(I-I don’t want this! I absolutely do not want this! Just being aroused is embarrassing enough, but if something like this happens, I’d definitely be hated!)

Kirara, being a girl, probably didn’t understand the complexities of male arousal.

It would be a nightmare if she misunderstood his focused demeanor as a lewd gaze.

(There has to be something… anything…)

Naoki desperately searched for a solution.

He tried recalling his school lessons, thinking about difficult subjects like math or history.

But it had no effect.

Kirara had finished securing the hair clips and started cutting his hair.

She bent down slightly, positioning herself closer to Naoki as she worked, bringing her ample chest near his face. They gently swayed with her movements.

A sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air, like a pink mist.

Naoki’s arousal was now painfully obvious.