It Seems That the Word Cute Was a Deadly Poison to the Girls Who Were Despised as Ugly Women in a World Where Beauty and Ugliness Are Inverted
Only the sound of sobbing echoed in the quiet dining room.
Yuma, having lost the chance to quit, simply put his arm around her slender back and gently stroked her soft black hair.
Emi held her chopsticks and made not the slightest move.
Only once did she look at Yuma’s hand on Hiyori’s head, and then she gently dropped her gaze to her plate.
How much time passed?
Finally, Hiyori looked up. A slight smile blurred around her red, swollen eyes.
“I’m …… sorry. I’m sorry I said so many strange things,……, even though you’re so kind,…….”
The voice is blurred and still contains the heat of tears.
But even so, as she tried to smile, a definite trust was beginning to emerge.
“I don’t think it’s weird. I’m Hiyori’s older brother, after all. You can always rely on me.”
“Weird onii chan ……”
That’s foul, Yuma thought.
For him, who had brought the values of his previous world with him, that smile was too straightforward, too defenseless, too destructive.
He looked away, and all he could say was that he had no choice now.
‘”But …… you’ll hug me next time I cry too, right?”
Hiyori laughed happily. I wonder if the little devilish nuance mixed in there is just her true nature.
“Isn’t it …… a little unfair?”
Yuuma gave a wry smile as Hiyori’s attitude softened.
“Onii chan, you’ve always been like that. Kind, insensitive… and sneaky.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“No. I’m surprised. But… thanks.”
Hiyori let out a small sigh and smiled.
“…Let’s eat! You have school today, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. If we don’t hurry, we’ll be late.”
Yuma nodded and finally sat down in his chair.
Once again, he looked at the prepared breakfast and picked up the chopsticks.
─ ─ To tell you the truth, he wanted to leave the house right now and see more of the anomalies of this world.
Both the images on TV and Hiyori’s words clearly showed the distortion of the world.
However, if he showed it in his attitude, it would float away.
Now that he had regained my memory, it was clear that this was somewhere different from the original world.
Then, what he needed to do now was to observe without floating. To find out what it really is.
Telling himself this, Yuma reached for his breakfast.
After finishing breakfast, Emii urged him to get ready, and Yuma quietly got up from his seat.
On his way upstairs to his room, the morning light streaming in through the window was strangely bright.
Opening the door, he found himself in a neat and orderly room.
A simple bed, a lean desk, and shelves. The room was impressive in its liveliness, yet somewhat made-up and tidy.
When he opened the closet, he found a much better selection of clothing than he had imagined. Shirts, jackets, and even accessories are neatly categorized.
(……I wonder if I’m surprisingly fashionable?)
Such thoughts naturally came to mind, but they seemed to be somewhat other people’s thoughts.
He could not shake the feeling that he was not yet completely comfortable with the owner of this body.
He picked up the phone that was placed by his bedside and checked the screen.
It was 7:48. There wasn’t much time left before school.
He selects a shirt and slacks, relying on the image of the school uniform in his memory.
Even the slightest movement as he slipped the sleeves on was accompanied by a sense of discomfort.
The reflection of himself in the room’s dressing gazebo was clearly different from his previous life.
The seamless contours of his face, the neatness of his eyes. No matter how anyone looked at me, he had a well-defined face.
(I wonder how this face will be seen. I feel like the men on TV were well-dressed, but I’m afraid……)
As a memory, he understood that only the beauty and ugliness of women were inverted.
Still, the uneasiness did not go away.
With one sigh, Yuma picked up his bag and left the room.
When he went down the stairs, he found only one pair of loafers left at the entrance.
It seemed that Rio and Hiyori had already left for school.
Just as he finished putting on his shoes and was about to put his hand on the door, a subdued voice sounded from behind him.
“……Yu-chan.”
He turned around to see Emi emerging from the living room.
She had not yet removed her apron and was clasping her hands lightly in front of her.
“Mom? What’s wrong? You’re in such a hurry.”
“….I just wanted to call you”
A vague smile. A somewhat taut and soft smile.
Yuma stared at her silently for a while, but said nothing more.
There are some things it is better not to ask, especially in this world.
Yuma lightly waved his hand at Emi and left the house.
The Seishiori High School, which Yuma attends, is a 15-minute walk from his home.
He walked to the school, which was quietly located in a corner of a residential area, without checking his phone for directions.
There was no need for a navigation system. The directions were not so much in his memory as in his body.
This is a reminder of how natural it was for Kanna Yuma in this world.
More than anything else, the women he sees on his way to work and school remind him of how bankrupt they are as “women”
“Hey, listen! I’ve gained weight again, but I’m seriously cuter now, don’t you think?”
“Really? But I really like that squishy look.”
“Hey, look at this. I got a pimple. Doesn’t that make it look bigger?”
The girls in school uniforms walking side by side were happily exchanging such words.
The drastic misalignment made Yuuma’s shoulders jump slightly.
(…… completely the wrong place to brag about it.)
The strangeness through the screen was just a rehearsal.
His sinking mood was dragged down further from his feet.
The reality of this world pierced Yuma’s vision as he dragged his heavy feet forward, one after another.
On an advertising poster wrapped around a telephone pole in a residential area, a national idol with a face like a middle-aged big smile
Office workers passing by were running out of breath in suits that forcibly accentuated their body lines.
Housewives standing beside them proudly said.
“Pimples, they look good when you grow them without smashing them.”
“I understand. The balance of redness is important.”
These words, which seem to have left the standards of beauty behind somewhere, blend in with the morning commute to school without a hint of discomfort.
The reality that all of this functions as a matter of course once again made Yuma shudder.
In this world, female beauty is insane.
And no one suspects it and lives on. This was more frightening than anything else.
Even though it was before school, his heart was already worn out.
The scenery of the residential area, the people on the street, the common sense of the girls he passed.
All of these things were steadily upsetting the senses that had been taken for granted in my previous world.
It was a little after 8:15 when he arrived at the school gate.
The school is a great place to learn about the history and culture of the country, and it’s a great place to learn about the history of the world.
(I haven’t had a proper conversation with anyone yet since I left …… home.)
He just walked.
He was amazed at himself that there was a world where just that alone could be so mentally draining.
As he finally reached the school gate, a cheerful voice reached Yuuma’s ears.
“Hey, Yuma. Good morning.”
“Good morning, Yuuma-kun! Did you oversleep?”
“I mean, aren’t you looking really cool today? I feel like you’re getting something out of this.
He turns round to see several men and women approaching him, waving their hands.
The plump girls and the somewhat dour-looking boys.
It is a scene that would not be out of place in this world.
“Good morning. You’re all early.”
“You’re always too last-minute.”
“You’ve been in bed with a fever, haven’t you? You look a little shapely today, don’t you?”
“Really? Maybe I just lost weight”
Pretending to have a natural conversation, Yuma observes where he stood.
However, he is a bit confused by how quickly he has been accepted.
“By the way, Yuuma-kun, don’t you think your skin is so nice? How do you take care of it?”
One of the girls, while keeping a bit of distance, asks him curiously,
The skin on her cheeks was swollen with pimples, and the disparity between her skin and that of the other girls was painful to see.
“Well,……, I haven’t done anything else. Maybe just wash my face and go to bed?”
“Wow, that’s all you do? That’s not fair!”
“I put milky lotion on my skin every night and it doesn’t make any difference at all.”
“Hey, maybe I should make myself more oily too. I can’t lose to Kamina-kun!”
“I know what you mean~. I’ve been growing pimples lately, but they’re turning nice and red, and they’re kind of cute.”
What’s the point in making it even uglier? Yuuma thought to himself, but he didn’t say anything out loud.
Maiasa
TFTC! Bro, the hygiene and personal health in this world seems horrible