Changes

Following Fujitsubaki, Sasaki passed through a labyrinth of left and right turns and finally arrived outside a ward where half of the walls were hollowed out and covered with transparent glass.

"She can't see you standing here. Do you want to go in and talk to her?"

Standing side by side with her, he took a few steps forward and looked carefully at Kirishima, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, shutting himself up and slowly shaking his head: "Wait a minute."

Because Kirishima was sitting cross-legged on the bed with her head lowered.

So Sasaki couldn't see clearly her face that was hidden under her short blond hair.

But regardless of his face, her current appearance was enough to be called a beauty.

Although she was wearing a blue hospital gown, her youthful vitality revealed by her toned figure could be concealed.

Perhaps because of her previous habit, the buttons of her top were not fastened tightly.

The slightly unbuttoned collar showed a round ravine, which frightened Sasaki.

Although they were not as good as Tsukimi's little watermelons, they were not much worse...

The well-proportioned long legs that overlapped each other were also extremely eye-catching.

Although, due to the cover-up of the trousers, he couldn't see it completely.

But the small section of her calves that was exposed and the muscular curves they displayed could also let one imagine the symmetry and strength of her long legs.

As expected of someone from the football club...

With a sigh in his heart, Sasaki's imagination of convexity and concaveness was broken.

He had originally thought it would only involve removing or adding a few parts.

Other aspects, such as appearance or body type, would not change.

After all, there are significant skeletal differences between men and women.

But he hadn't expected Doctor Fujitsubaki to transform her so thoroughly.

If the current Kirishima were to be placed on the streets, who would think that she used to be...

After taking a serious look at Kirishima, he turned his head and asked:

"Does this surgery also have cosmetic and body-shaping effects?"

Staring emotionlessly at Kirishima, who seemed detached from everything, Doctor Fujitsubaki slowly shook her head:

"That would require a different surgery. But as you know, artificial changes can never look as natural as the real thing."

"Her original physique and looks were not bad, so naturally, her appearance after the change wouldn't be either."

Thinking of his former appearance, Sasaki nodded.

The previous Kirishima was indeed a very stylish and handsome guy in the eyes of girls.

Turning his head to look at Sasaki, who was thoughtfully staring at Kirishima, Doctor Fujitsubaki revealed a stiff and strange smile.

"What, interested?"

"If you want, you can convince her yourself. I won't meddle in anything beyond surgery and research."

"She's healthy, able to have children..."

"Stop, stop!"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the boy, whose hair stood on end as he said:

"Are you kidding? She is... although she's not bad now, I'm not that kind of pervert, plus I don't like short hair and wheat-colored skin."

Clarifying his mental health and preferences clearly, Sasaki looked at her seriously:

"I don't know why you are so mean-spirited all of a sudden, but please don't make such jokes again."

He did not deny that he was lustful. It was true that he liked beautiful girls.

But he was still a human being, not some teddy bear who did not have the courage to refuse anyone who came.

This kind of... unnatural... Sasaki felt a visceral repulsion.

Of course, he wouldn't discriminate against those who preferred it.

After all, people's preferences are free.

But since it was too abnormal... Sasaki still suggested seeing a doctor.

Doctor Fujitsubaki reined in her strange smile, her perennially icy face unchanged:

"This isn't a bad taste, everything is normal, after all, behavior after the experiment is worth recording."

"If it can be collected on the spot, I'm all for it."

Glancing at Kirishima, who sat on the bed, blocked from seeing her own situation due to her chest, Sasaki was refining that immature idea in his mind and showed a smile:

"Don't worry, I will help you find a way."

Glancing at the boy, whose smile was even weirder than her own, Fujitsubaki asked:

"How long will it take?"

"It depends." Scratching his head, Sasaki turned his head to look at the doctor, who was a half-head shorter than him:

"Are you in a hurry?"

"There's no rush, but the sooner the better."

"I will try my best."

After saying that, Sasaki, who did not intend to stay any longer, proposed to leave.

Rather than staring at the loveless Kirishima all the time, it was more important to go back and be with Rinka.

Because Sasaki felt that he would encounter more situations like Kirishima's in the future.

He needed to get used to it more.

Returning to the hospital room.

Before he could open the door, he saw through the glass on the door that Rinka, wearing a hospital gown, curled up her petite body, leaning tightly against the headboard, covering her head with her hands.

That timid and trembling appearance was just like the time she was crouching in the bathroom stall alone.

Slowly pushing open the door, and stepping into the room, Sasaki sat on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the trembling girl, he reached out and stroked her dry, disheveled hair before calling her softly:

"Rinka~"

Feeling the touch, the girl trembled, but the gentle call that followed made her raise her head suddenly.

"Fuyumi-nii~"

Seeing it was Sasaki, Okino Rinka, like a little bunny, with teary eyes, hopped into his embrace, trembling as she voiced her grievances:

"He, Kazuki-nii doesn't want me anymore... Wuu~ I think, I think..."

Silently listening to her intermittent words, Sasaki patted her back gently, and comforted her silently.

After she was tired from crying and breathed while sniffing, he spoke softly:

"It's okay. Don't go back to Okino Kazuki. I've asked Otome to make an agreement with your parents. You will live in my house for a while. If he doesn't want you, you still have me and Otome-san to keep you company~"

Gently stroking her smooth and trembling chestnut hair, the boy didn't give her a chance to refuse:

"These are the clothes washed and dried by the nurse, right? If Rinka is okay now, let's go home. Otome is waiting for us to have dinner."

With that said, Sasaki took over the bag at the end of the bed, containing the washed clothes.

Knowing that he couldn't let her keep thinking about the past, Sasaki held up her shirt and uniform and winked at her making her distracted:

"As a good man, I should have the confidence to help a girl dress in a kimono, which is much more complicated than this. Do you want me to help you?"

Seeing Fuyumi-nii making fun of himself in a comical way, Okino Rinka also regained some of her usual liveliness.

Baring her little fangs, the girl waved her small hands, snatching her uniform back and hugging it to her chest:

"Fuyumi brother echii, be careful or I'll tell Otome sister that you are harassing me."

Pretending to be angry, Sasaki stretched out his hand to scratch her waist, threatening her with a fierce face.

"Okay, you little white-eyed wolf, you still want to sue me."

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