【This is not the fate I wanted】(950)【Author: 2473530790】

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********************* With the experience from the morning,
Kiyonokawa

was much more proficient in the afternoon practice. Perhaps it was also because
he had given up on himself and abandoned some of his sense of shame. Now, he did his
best to complete the actions Kinugasa commanded.

Mika and Meisa were also surprised to find that today was the day Kinugasa scolded them the fewest times.
By the end of the day before dinner, even the somewhat impatient Mika was only scolded by Kinugasa
three times , whereas usually she would be scolded at least ten times.

At the end, Kiyonokawa couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh of relief. He hadn't
done such serious training in a long time. Just maintaining the same posture for so long made his muscles ache all over
. Fortunately, the room was air-conditioned, otherwise he might have been sweating profusely. Even though
the maid outfit he was wearing was designed to be relatively breathable.

Before leaving, Kinugasa unexpectedly patted Yukino's head gently, as if treating him as
a junior , and said in a gentle tone, "Miss Yukino, if
you have any needs or questions after the maid training ends in the next few days, feel free to come to me. I believe you will definitely be able to realize your
dream and become an excellent maid."

Even after Kinugasa left, Yukino was still standing there in a daze, seemingly completely
surprised that but excitedly lean over and exclaimed to him
, "I didn't expect the head maid to give you such a high evaluation. This is the first time I've heard her
speak in such a gentle tone! I'm so envious!"

Meisa chuckled and said, "It's because you like to slack off during training, Mika.
Naturally, become the head maid's focus. You can't compare to Tsuki-san, who has a firm dream."
However, even though she said that, even Meisa, who has a more composed personality, still showed some surprise in her eyes
.

Kiyonokawa finally realized what he meant, and his face flushed red. Being told
he'd become a good maid was incredibly embarrassing for a boy. He frantically waved his hands at Mika and Meisa's words,
saying, "You're exaggerating... Um... I'm too tired today, I
'll go back to my room..."

Watching Kiyonokawa leave in a hurry, Mika and Meisa exchanged a smile, not
suspecting anything. Instead, they remarked with a sigh, "Tsuki-chan is such a shy girl,
she She's getting cuter and cuter."

After leaving, Kiyonokawa hurried back to his room, sat on the edge of the bed, his face still
red , breathing heavily, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

Even though he was a boy, no one had been able to discern his true identity all day
. The head maid and the two new maids had completely treated him like a real girl, without
questioning his words or his identity.

Although he had worn women's clothing many times before, and even experienced some embarrassing things because of it,
he had never worn women's clothing for such a long time as he had now, especially a complete set
. From the maid outfit to the lingerie and stockings, everything was enough to make him feel ashamed.

He gently swung his legs, taking off his high-heeled black maid shoes to reveal his feet encased in
white stockings, thus relieving the discomfort caused by the high heels.

However, as he looked at his legs, he couldn't help but stare blankly.
His feet, neither too big nor too small, were tightly wrapped in white stockings, creating small
wrinkles . His gaze followed the feet upwards, landing on long, slender legs encased in white stockings.
From this angle, his already slender frame resembled a woman's legs remarkably. The fair skin exposed
above was smooth and hairless, and
the absolute territory created between the stockings and the maid's skirt made his heart flutter.

"No, no, what am I thinking! This is my male body!" Kiyonokawa
muttered shamefully to himself. Even if he and Kana and the others shared some similarities, he was still
a boy. Did he really look that much like a girl?!

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, but feeling the light, flowing maid outfit and
the lace lingerie covering his private parts, his expression wavered. As he shook his head,
trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts, he inadvertently glanced
at .

Reflected in the mirror was a cute, short-haired maid with slightly flushed cheeks, sitting on the bed.
Because of Kiyonokawa's movement, their eyes met, both boy and
girl .

The girl in the mirror seemed tired from a day of training; her bangs were slightly damp with sweat
, and her fair skin had a rosy hue, a look that could be interpreted as either shyness or health.
Her medium-sized eyes held a hint of confusion, as if silently expressing
the bewilderment brought on by her current life.

"Thump, thump," Kiyonokawa's heart pounded continuously. As the most crucial
element of human life, his heartbeat was unusually rapid at this moment.

Unable to resist, Kiyonokawa slowly rose from the bed and walked towards the mirror, his steps filled with
confusion , uncertainty, and tension.
The maid in the mirror, with the same expression, faced him and approached him.

As the distance closed, the maid's image in the mirror became clearer.
Her fair skin, exposed beneath her maid outfit, exuded a subtle allure, appearing
smoother and more delicate than that of an average girl. Her beautiful face seemed to subtly suggest that the maid outfit
was merely a fitting adornment.

Because she had removed her high heels, her legs were now only covered by white stockings, revealing her legs...
The shape was better displayed, complementing her fair skin even more.

He slowly extended his right hand towards the girl in the mirror,
and the girl in the mirror also extended her hand, until their palms were completely touching.

Ketsunogawa sighed softly.

Now, he understood more or less why Narumi and the others
wanted . The reflection in the mirror almost bewitched him; he looked completely like a girl
, unlike his male self, radiating an outstanding brilliance.

Even though it was just a change of clothes, a simple makeover, the aura and image he exuded were
completely different from his original male self. Strangers would only see him as a girl, and even
those who knew him well might only have a vague
recollection . Of course, those who had known him for a long time would recognize him upon closer inspection.

Perhaps Kiyonokawa should have realized this long ago. He'd been asked
to wear women's clothing more than
once, but mostly out of necessity, threatened, or ordered. Plus, he'd inevitably be seen looking foolish. Aside from occasionally paying attention to his appearance, he was mostly
just anxious about being exposed.

Opportunities to be alone and quiet like this were rare. Only
now could he calmly look at himself in women's clothing in the mirror. He
felt a sense of something he'd never noticed before, something he'd never truly paid attention to.

He gently touched his hair. If his hair were longer, perhaps he
and his sister would resemble each other somewhat, but only somewhat. He looked more like his
father, while his sister resembled their mother. If it were Kana, she would look more and
more .

Holding his left hand to his chest, his right fingers gently brushing aside the damp bangs on his forehead, Kiyonokawa's
gaze became somewhat unfocused. His mind was increasingly confused, as if he were wondering whether he, as a boy
, was the one truly himself, or whether the girl before him, who appeared completely like a young girl, was the real him.

Along with his confusion, the girl in the mirror reflected the same bewildered expression, her
gaze filled with helplessness and bewilderment. But as he observed this expression, Kiyonokawa suddenly understood
something: he had been overthinking things, and perhaps the series of events had caused
him to become so chaotic.

Whether it was the reflection in the mirror or the real him, it was all himself.
He had been running away from reality, just as he had been running away from himself. Perhaps everyone has
two sides; if he didn't do wrong, if he didn't act with a clear conscience, then some lies and some good intentions would have
their own meaning.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile. Although a blush still lingered on his face,
the timidity and repression he had always felt dissipated somewhat. At least he could
face himself more directly now.

At the same moment, the girl in the mirror showed him her most beautiful smile, a smile unique to him.

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