Chapter 33: “Tighten your sphincter and Kegel muscles. It’s hard to clean up if you don’t.”

Do you know what I practiced the most after I got TSed into Amae Shizuko?

No idea.

Once I realized I had become a TS middle school girl, what do you think I considered the most important thing to

prepare for?

Self-defense against sexual assault.

Huh? What’s that reaction?

You think I’m being hypocritical?

Do I see all men as potential criminals now??

Or am I just bragging because I became a super cute silver-haired, blue-eyed middle school girl???

What nonsense.

When did I ever say I practiced against men?

If anything, because I used to be a guy, I know this stuff better than anyone.

When you’re this ridiculously pretty — like, so pretty no one would dare approach you —

And your personality is all over the place, calling yourself a “super ♥ genius” and all that…

Ironically, it actually makes guys too intimidated to even come near you.

But girls? Girls were different.

“…Aya-chan, this is our first time meeting… No, I mean, it’s been a really long time, but… What is this?”

“Hm? It’s a present from me to you♡.”

It was right after Miu broke her nose and got suspended for three weeks.

That’s when I finally met *Aya-chan* — the legendary Aya-chan.

To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to meeting her.

But no matter how I felt, I couldn’t just avoid it forever.

After all, I’m planning to move to Korea and go to KAIST, doing my own thing.

Sure, I’ve only lived 14 years, and only 2 of those as a middle schooler, but still —

Jinzuko (the original me) had her own web of relationships.

I couldn’t just cut off everyone at my whim, right?

Especially since this was the girl who stayed by Jinzuko’s side through all the bullying.

But that first meeting (at least from my perspective) turned out to be… a bit of a problem.

Because Aya-chan showed up with:

– “…This giant stick… No, this pole? As a present??”

“Yup! You promised over the phone, Shizuko-chan, remember?”

She actually brought a 60cm-long giant stick

And she held it super carefully, like some precious treasure.

When she gave it to me, she said it was a present —

And then casually added, “We can take turns using it later, right?”

“You said if you ever got a 60cm stick, you’d play with me at least once.”

– “…No, I meant that figuratively —

– I wasn’t literally talking about a 60cm stick…”

“Oh, I know.”

“You meant, you know… *that thing guys have*.”

“Something neither you nor I — both girls — have.”

– “Right, so that was a roundabout way of saying ‘no thanks’…”

“So I brought this instead!”

“We can strap it on and wear it together.”

– “….”

Let me be completely honest here.

A girl who’s madly in love —

No, scratch that.

A crazy psycho lesbian is terrifyingly strong.

You know those stories about moms who can lift burning wardrobes and flip cars if their child is trapped

underneath?

Yeah. That.

But make it gay.

“So, what do you think? Hehe. Does it suit you, Shizuko-chan?”

“Is it too big for you? Maybe it’s unbalanced?”

“But you know, sometimes that imbalance is actually kinda charming… Like in anime, right?”

“The big, bulky muscle guys are just henchmen —

But the tiny, fragile-looking ones are always the strongest in the whole world.”

“I never thought I’d end up like this — especially towards a girl, or a guy for that matter…”

“But thanks to you, Shizuko-chan, I figured it out.”

“Oh, so this is what people mean when they say ‘manly’ — Oh, so *this* is what it feels like to be attracted to

someone of the opposite s*x… yeah.”

We were both girls, both best friends (according to Jinzuko).

But then my fellow middle school girl — a girl my age —

Suddenly confessed she had fallen for my so-called manliness(?).

What kind of  crazy psycho lesbian  was I dealing with here??

“That future we talked about, where we’d scissor each other — that’s not happening. That’s why we need this 60cm

stick… You get it now, right?”

By the time I came to my senses,

There was already a huge thing attached to my lower half — something I should’ve long lost.

“You should’ve told me earlier, Shizuko-chan.”

“I had no idea.”

“All this time, I’ve been trying to hold myself back around you.”

“If I knew sooner, I would’ve confessed earlier.”

“That day you confessed over the phone… I was a little sad it wasn’t face-to-face. I bet you would’ve looked even

prettier, cooler, and more manly in person…”

Compared to what I had in my past life,

The size, thickness, and sheer intimidation factor were all on par.

Except, you know… this one was fake.

No sensation, no nothing.

“Anyway, based on what you said on the phone, this is how it works, right?”

Hearing her say that, I realized —

Maybe sensation doesn’t matter all that much after all.

Because she kindly explained everything.

“One of us — either me or you, Shizuko-chan — can’t be equals in this.

One of us has to… penetrate, and the other has to be penetrated.”

She said we could take turns —

But since I was the “manly” one, she was graciously giving me the honor of going first.

“Wh…when exactly did you…? Was it from the very beginning?”

“Huh? What? What~? So you did have some idea all along, huh, Shizuko-chan~?”

“But you still kept your guard up all this time? Blocking me from crossing the line?”

“You’re such a tease~.”

“…Answer me. In 10 seconds.”

“Ahaha, that look in your eyes… It’s nothing like usual.”

“It’s making me shiver♡.”

“You’re not backing down at all — like you’ve finally awakened.

Or maybe I should say bloomed.”

“Look, Shizuko-chan, I’m already like this because of you.”

“Ahaha~ Time’s up! Okay, I’ll tell you, Shizuko-chan. Right now.”

 “Well, honestly, I wasn’t this far gone before, but… ah. That was the moment. It started back then.”

 “When Shizuko-chan, right in front of the whole class, without a shred of hesitation, crushed Miune-chan’s nose

in real time.”

 “It was then. That moment hit me hard. I realized something.”

 “Ah… if I hadn’t sided with Shizuko-chan and instead stuck with Miune’s group… haa, I… I would’ve… got beaten to

a pulp like that too… right? Ahh~♡”

— “No, are you freaking serious?! This is all my fault too?!!”

…Well, the whole “Aya-chan’s Rampage” followed by the “Shizuko-chan’s Kidnapping and Escape Incident” — I’ll save that story for later.

“…You… you… you… you… you little—”

Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is this:

“—You crazy b**ch!!!”

Crazy girls are scary strong.

“How dare you…!! How dare you—how dare you how dare you how dare you!! You’ve got the nerve to show your

dirty face here and stir up trouble?!!”

And when that crazy direction is love?

It’s even stronger. Crazy strong.

“I won’t forgive you…! Never ever forgive you!! You dared to mess with Uchitel … my master! My

teacher…!!”

To top it off, it looks like she’s mixed grief into that love, too.

No doubt Aya-chan had a rough time dealing with her back then.

“…How dare you use Sensei for your own amusement, mocking and disrespecting her…!! Trash like you deserves to die—!!”

—Dash!!

That cat-like movement.

Like a feline vaulting over a railing, no run-up needed.

 Rosenkrantz—

Of course, her footwork was well-trained.

I mean, for over two years straight in the lab,

With her tiny body, she spent hours and hours every single day.

Always struggling to reach the optical table, which barely came up to her chest.

Even with a step stool,

To align the optical path deep inside the table,

She had to bend her waist and back into a near 90-degree curve.

And even then, she couldn’t reach—

So she’d balance on tiptoe, standing on one leg the whole time.

For minutes, hours, days—repeating the process over and over.

Until the alignment was perfect.

“—Dieeee!!!”

But still—

Aya-chan would win in the end.

I know because I fought her myself.

And I’m the one who somehow escaped that kidnapping incident.

‘Jinzuko.’

That was me at the time.

[“Y-Yes!!”]

That’s why after that whole mess, I trained like crazy too.

Whether it was my body or someone else’s—

Whatever it took to protect everyone’s chastity.

‘First move—Ghost Step.’

[“Ah! That thing where you do the opposite of whatever the enemy expects? Got it…!!”]

I moved.

Or at least, I pretended to.

—Step.

A light step to the left.

So obvious even some random grandma walking by could read it.

—Whoosh!!

But Irinya’s hand, reaching to yank my hair, sliced through empty air.

“…D-Did you dodge that?!!”

Of course I did—

Because I went right, not left.

“You little…!! Die!! Just freaking die already…!!”

—Swish! Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!!

And it kept happening.

“Ugh…?! You little rat…!!”

Not once did I let Irinya lay a finger on me.

My real body and my feints—

Completely disconnected.

Like a ghost moving through space.

It looked like I was going left—

But I went right.

If I looked like I’d move forward—

I’d retreat instead.

If it seemed like I’d step back—

I’d charge straight in.

And when I should’ve dodged, I just stood still, leaving myself wide open.

“Haa…!”

And there’s no way I’d just stand there and watch that opening.

I already knew what would happen if I gave Aya-chan an opening like that.

She’d take it as some silent signal that I wanted her to “break through” and—yeah, you get the idea.

‘…Jinzuko. That move.’

That time, Jinzuko suddenly snapped, completely losing her shit, and went,

[“How dare you, you little Aya-b*tch! Where do you think you’re going?! I’m first!! You should just sit there and enjoy

getting penetrated!!!”]

Yeah, if she hadn’t gone off like that and refused to help, things could’ve gone really south.

[“Uh… wait, hold up… are you sure about this…?”]

[“Look, back then, when he was still just ‘that old guy,’ God-chan seemed to know him… and there was, like, all sorts

of… complicated feelings, right?”]

‘Whatever. Dump it all in. Interfere.’

[“B-but wait! Remember, just in case, we even took Aya-chan to the OB-GYN to get checked and all…!”]

‘It’s fine. She was totally healthy. In fact, she kinda gave off this vibe like she wanted more.’

[“Oh, crap, you’re right! That was… actually super gross. She got all weirdly smug and said she was going

somewhere, and her face was just… ugh.”]

[“No, wait, no matter what…! Ugh, fine!! Whatever happens, I’m washing my hands of this!!”]

In that split second of frantic brain chatter—

—Wooooooong!!

The ghostly interference from Jinzuko fully concentrated into my right hand, max power.

Interference is basically amplification.

In theory, it’s superposition.

The unification of two wills.

A true meeting of the minds.

Not just simple addition—

It multiplies and squares itself into something greater.

Humans, unlike machines, always put unconscious limits on themselves.

That’s why instinct tends to win out over logic.

Even if you know you gotta pull an all-nighter to prep for tomorrow’s lab meeting—

You sleep anyway.

Even if you know this snack’s gonna make you fat—

You eat it.

Even though you know you should work out—

You push it off to “tomorrow.”

Even if you actually haul your ass to the gym, it doesn’t really matter if you just go through the motions.

You know you need to push through one more rep on that last set of 12, or you’ll never actually tear the muscle

enough to grow—

But you quit anyway.

That’s the willpower block.

Even in the desire to do it, there’s this built-in counter-desire saying “nope.”

Because unconsciously, you already believe it’s impossible.

That’s why you scream at yourself—out loud, in your head, whatever—to psych yourself up.

Because overcoming that unconscious barrier with sheer logic and resolve?

That’s rare as hell. Only a handful of humans can actually do it.

That’s why people call it impressive.

“Irinya.”

But me? I’m the exception.

“—Huh?”

The middle school girl, Amae Shizuko, was built different.

“Irinya Rosenkrantz.”

Somehow, I was already right up in her face.

No footsteps. No warning signs.

I ran, but it was quieter than walking.

Right before my foot hit the ground, Jinzuko interfered with my muscles to fully erase any impact.

A silent sprint.

Like a goddamn ghost—

“I’ve been waiting so long to do this.”

The moment my ghost-step was complete.

“After all the shit you’ve put me through.”

My right hand, my middle school girl fist, fully maxed-out interference.

The stance was already perfect the moment ghost-step finished.

The target?

I confirmed it firsthand, that night, right after my TS.

I know exactly where to aim.

Where it is.

So,

At least right now—

I’m gonna forget all about proper posture and lady-like behavior.

My skirt might fly up, but who cares.

It’s only gonna take a second.

Because this one punch ends it all.

“Wait a sec—”

Irinya’s words never made it out.

“—Kuh-huk?!!”

Instead, this totally unladylike noise burst out straight from her gut.

Jinzuko Stand—Middle School Girl Ghost Martial Arts.

The very first, ultimate, guaranteed hit move:

True Celestial Maiden Spirit Fist – Gut Punch

The moment it landed.