Chapter 138: Preparation (Part 2)
"…Are you still mad?"
Yuna asked, looking troubled.
"I'm not mad."
I’m not mad. Not even a little.
"I'm sorry, okay? But I’m not the one doing it tonight…"
"I get it."
…Just stop bringing it up already.
What happened earlier in the bathroom.
After getting a careful oil massage from Yuna, I couldn’t hold back anymore and begged her to help clear my frustration. I thought she’d go all the way like always.
"That’s a no."
But instead, I got an unexpected refusal.
"If your pores open up too much, the oil I rubbed in loses its effect."
That was Yuna’s merciless declaration.
The teasing she kept giving me afterward felt more like torment than anything else.
My mind was overflowing with that aching frustration, and I pleaded with her again. But she still wouldn’t go beyond the massage.
In the end, I couldn’t take it and tried to touch myself—only to be scolded by Yuna.
Now that I’ve calmed down and thought it over, all I feel is shame and embarrassment. After getting out of the bath, I barely said a word.
Right now, I’m sitting in front of the vanity in my room, completely at Yuna’s mercy as she dresses me up like a doll.
"Isn’t this scrunchie cute? It’s pink and matches the babydoll—here, I’ll put it on for you."
My silver hair, tied back in a ponytail, was secured with a hairband and decorated with a pink scrunchie.
It all started back in the changing room, when I was hesitating between plain underwear and something bolder. Yuna saw that and, without giving me any say, picked the bolder one.
Even the plain camisole I had prepared got rejected, and before I knew it, Yuna had me wearing a pale pink babydoll she’d apparently brought along.
The frilly floral lace gave it a soft, doll-like cuteness, but the see-through fabric revealed the white lingerie underneath—so sexy that I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for a while.
"Next is makeup."
"Makeup too…?"
Even though we’re going to have sex.
Won’t it just melt off from the sweat?
That question must have shown on my face, because Yuna added,
"It’s okay, I’m using stuff that won’t smudge easily. Besides, Alice, you’re already cute enough—I just want to make you pop a little."
"…Alright."
I was too tired to think any further, so I left it all to Yuna.
When I told her that, she got even more fired up and dove into finishing me up.
A childlike face, accented with just enough allure to seduce. A delicate balance—too much and it would’ve looked ridiculous.
The me in the mirror, being made ready to be embraced by Souta.
My head felt light and fuzzy.
It didn’t feel real.
Like my heart and body weren’t aligned—disconnected.
"Alice through the Looking Glass… or something."
The words just slipped out.
Even I knew how lazy that sounded.
In this topsy-turvy world behind the mirror, I’ve become a girl—embraced by a man, making a child.
If this really is the mirror world, then… am I still dreaming? And if so, when did the dream begin?
Was it when I returned to this world?
Or… when I first went to the other one?
When I reached out to the mirror, the girl on the other side hesitantly reached out too—our hands meeting through the glass.
The mirror’s cold, hard surface snapped me back to reality.
"...What's wrong?"
"Nothing. It’s nothing."
I gave a small shake of my head and smiled so Yuna wouldn’t worry.
What a ridiculous thing to think about.
This isn’t a dream.
This is reality—one I chose for myself.
To reclaim Alicia, who was trapped inside the Alice in the mirror.
To build a future together with her.
For that, Souta needs to ejaculate properly.
That’s why it’s important to create the right mood—something different from usual to help build the excitement.
After all, I’m still me on the inside.
...Am I really going to be okay?
I’ll have to be careful with how I speak, so the usual me doesn’t slip out.
Maybe I should even think using “watashi” in my head, just to be safe.
As for the outfit, Yuna and I picked out a white sleeveless one-piece dress.
It was something Mom had bought for me, but it felt way too girly, so I’d only tried it on once before stuffing it into the closet.
But I figured it’s the kind of thing Souta might like, and according to Yuna, the zipper down the back makes it easy to take off, which is also a plus.
"...You even think about stuff like that?"
"Of course. It’d be a total mood killer if he fumbled around trying to undress you, right? Besides, you had such a hard time figuring out how to wear women’s clothes when we first started all this. You really think Souta-nii would know any better?"
I had to admit, she made a good point.
Since the one-piece on its own still felt a bit chilly, I put on a white blouse with a navy sailor collar over it.
And just like that, I had a whole new version of “me”—one that felt very different from usual.
"Okay, that’s done... You look so cute, Alice."
"Thanks, Yuna."
For the final touch, I was unsure about accessories, but in the end, I decided to go with my usual set.
A silver twin ring on the ring finger of my left hand.
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