Title: Gender Dysphoria

Summary: Of course I had to be reborn as the protagonist. Just my luck.

I was staring at a familiar looking boy. I had seen this scene enough from playing this stupid game so many times. It was the crown prince right after he got slapped.

Of course my nightmare would involve this game. I was really hating the fact that my weekend was wasted because of my sister.

"You don't know who I am?" Julius said in shock.

Without thought I said the lines out loud, "It doesn't matter who you are. I won't tolerate such rudeness."

Why was my voice so high-pitched? In fact, why did my hand hurt as well. Also, where was the protagonist.

During my distraction, the prince must have finished his lines as he took the time to check on my hurt hand.

Why could I feel every callous on his hand? The warmth as well...

Fuck!

What did I do in my previous life to deserve this?! It wasn't a rhetorical question! I was legitimately questioning what god I pissed off! I don't recall doing anything particularly bad!

So why did some god decided to put me in a girl's body! A girl who could get plowed by five guys and knowing my luck, would! The prince was already chasing me! So the rest would eventually come flocking towards me!

What's worse was that I couldn't just ignore them. I needed to romance one of them to gain access to the Weiss to stop the monster apocalypse.

There had to be another way. I was straight... I guess lesbian now.

Think, Olivia. Think.

Shit, I was already thinking of myself as the girl and not as myself.

After frantically writing down every bit of lore and all the events regarding the game onto my wall, I found an out. The ship was gene locked to the founding families. This would normally have been a bad thing, but there was a workaround. The Redgraves were Raphael, which meant they were royalty. They had to be biologically related to the Holforts as a result.

I would have to seduce the villainess.

Olivia, I sure hope our powers of seduction applied to women as well.

After the first day of classes, I saw all the female students pull out gifts and follow Angelica out the door. The game had not gone into detail regarding this, but I'd rather follow whatever this was instead of coincidentally bumping into the crown prince.

I trotted along at a distance. There was no need to tempt the girls to bully me. The trail of women soon halted as the villainess entered a room with her two followers guarding the door. They accepted the first gift and allowed the gift giver in.

My plan to seduce the villainess already fumbled as I had no bribe. I needed to find another way to meet the villainess.

I found myself under the window where the villainess should be. It sounded stupid, but I was going to use magic to fly up to the window. It was also going to be my first attempt at magic.

I was probably going to die, but death wasn't as scary after having died once.

Activating some wind magic along my arms, I soon began to hover above the ground. That was a good first step. The power drainage also didn't seem to be too bad.

Pumping up the intensity a bit, I moved up a little higher but began to drift a little.

"Woah!" I screamed as the imbalance suddenly caused me to spin out of control and slam into the wall.

"Are you okay?" a concerned voice asked.

"Yes, I'm okay," I groaned.

"What were you even doing?"

"I was trying to fly to the third floor window."

"You were trying to fly... why?"

"Apparently I had to bribe my way into introducing myself to the most influential girl in my class, but I neither knew nor do I have the money to bribe her followers. Thus, I'm going to enter through the window."

"Right..."

I stood back up and activated two seals again.

"You're going to try again!"

"Of course. I'm no quitter. I'll either get this down or die trying."

"... Against my better judgment, try using three spells. Two for balancing with your arms and a main thruster under your feet. It'll be easier to control."

I took his advice immediately since it sounded like he knew what he was doing.

In seconds I was testing going up and down.

"Thanks, this is so much easier," I chirped as I finally looked at my companion.

I soon developed a gobsmacked look as I saw the stunned boy. It was one of the capture targets! What was Brad doing here! This was not supposed to be his introduction event! He was supposed to be in the library when he meets Olivia!

"That is most impressive," Brad said.

Fuck! I triggered his flag. I needed to go now!

"Thanks for all the help. Got to go. Bye!" I yelped as I blasted myself to the third floor.

"Let me in! Let me in!" I hollered outside the window as I banged my head on the window to get Angelica's attention.

"I don't know whether to be flattered that you would go to such lengths to properly introduce yourself, or livid you would endanger yourself with such a stunt."

"Flattered. Flattered is good," I said hurriedly. Why was the room so hot?

With a look of concern, she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Just realizing how beautiful you are."

"What?"

"I mean you have such perfect skin, figure, voice..." I babbled desperately. Why was the room spinning?

"Lisa, get the nurse!"

"You nearly drop dead from aether exhaustion!" Angelica hollered at me.

"Bweh?" I responded intelligently.

"Why can't she speak properly?" Angelica addressed the nurse.

"That would be the swelling."

"So she can perfectly understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes."

Turning back to me she began to berate me for stupidly endangering myself. Eventually she asked, "What possible reason could you have to do this?"

"I wan sex-wee w-a-dy."

"What?"

"She said she wanted sexy lady."

"Is she also delusional?"

"Unless you consider lesbians to be delusional, no."

Despite my less than stellar introduction, Angelica had taken it upon herself to take care of me. In her own words, "You can't be trusted to not kill yourself."

I couldn't disagree with her considering I nearly died.

Unfortunately, she took her new duties too far. I was starting to see why Julius disliked her. I did not appreciate the literal spoon feeding.

"Why are you in my bathroom?!" I hollered as Angelica barged in.

"You've been in there for over an hour! I thought you drowned!"

Looking down at my chest, I saw my hands were still squeezing them. I had lost track of time playing with them out of curiosity. Any guy would have done the same thing.

"Stop squeezing," Angelica said.

"You can't stop me."

I looked at the tea invitations in my hands. I got one from Julius and Brad as expected. I ripped them up angrily.

Angie just gave me an amused expression.

"What's so funny? I would have figured you would have been livid over your fiancé handing me an invite."

"Just luxuriating in the presence of the one girl not lusting for my fiancé or his friends."

"You realize I'm lusting for you."

"Hence why I find this amusing. To think the one potential concubine wants to be mine."

"Are you open to such a thing? I mean I'm not interested in Julius, but if I could be your side piece I wouldn't mind."

"Your tenacity is impressive."

"Woman, you wash my tits! What am I supposed to think?!"

"If you would stop playing with them, I wouldn't have to help you bath."

I could feel the judgment. She wouldn't even let me reciprocate her actions. She said I would be too busy squeezing instead of washing.

... She wasn't wrong.

We were in the antechamber of the dungeon. I was grouping with Angie and her... friends? It was hard to tell since they acted more like parasites. Though I did notice Angelica was stern with them quite often as of late. They probably did not take to my presence.

Or they were jealous. Please let it be jealousy because that would mean something was going on other than babysitting duty.

In any case, the teachers were trying to assign groups so as to reduce the risk posed towards the crown prince. Oddly the same concern was not directed towards Angie.

Maybe I could use this to my advantage. Angie always did mention she wanted to honor her ancestors by going on adventures. I could also use the suspension bridge effect to drive her interested.

"How are you so good at this?" someone gasped as he stumbled to our group.

Looking at him, I saw it was Greg. Why was he here? Where were the other boys... not that I wanted to be near them.

Regardless, I needed to lose him. It was bad enough I triggered two flags. There was no need to trigger a third.

"Let's go, Angie! We can't let him take the record for deepest first dive!"

And then I face planted. The floor was incredibly hard. It was also surprisingly warm. It smelled interesting too. I kind of wanted to lick the floor.

"Aether exhaustion, again?" Angie angrily yelled.

"This is embarrassing. I got an aether potion in my pack, would you mind feeding it to me?"

"Are you going to be able to drink it? Your mouth should be swelling soon."

"Mouth to mouth?"

"... Fine..."

Score! She even spent longer than necessary. It was a shame I couldn't use my tongue since it was too swollen.

We managed to go deep enough to find the Saintess's bracelet. I had to pop several more aether potions to get so deep. After the first administered dose, Angie willingly administered it mouth to mouth without a fuss. I didn't even have to be at the point of collapse. She just did it without any prompting. I could tell she was getting more interested every time.

When we found that I could attune to the bracelet, Angie gave me a speculative look. In the low light of the room, I could see her face becoming flushed as she realized the Saintess reborn wanted to sleep with her. She didn't seem opposed anymore.

There was one bothersome aspect that ruined the atmosphere. Against all odds, Greg managed to keep up.

He never commented on the procedure as he thought it was necessary. I think he was just impressed there were students who could push him to his limits.

But all good things had to come to an end. While I didn't have another aether exhaustion episode, my body gave out from physical exhaustion. I was the frailest of the group.

"Stop squirming around. I can feel your chest whenever you do," Angie said as she carried me on her back.

"That's the point."

"Greg, you carry her," Angie said with a tired sigh before she handed me off to Greg.

"You're just a ball of fun aren't you," Greg said with a more than friendly face.

"No, make Angie carry me again!" I said while squirming.

It would only be afterwards when I realized I gave Greg a very thorough understanding of how soft my body was. His increased appearance was unwanted.

How? How was I attracting these idiots? I was literally trying to run away from them.

"Don't cuck the prince," a green haired bastard said to me.

"Is it considered cucking when Julius isn't even interested in Angie? Also, is it working? Is Angie looking at me longingly?"

"... Regardless, everyone knows you are trying to steal Julius's fiancée. You could at least become his concubine to stave off the negativity."

"You just want me to do that because Julius is interested in getting into my pants but can't respectfully marry me."

"You'll be able to sleep with Angelica respectfully."

"At the cost of having to sleep with Julius. Not happening. It'd be cruel to Angie to have her fiancé sleep with another woman, given how much Angie loves the prince."

"Then you leave me no choice."

"What?"

"I'm going to do the one thing I can to push you away from Angelica."

"Like there is anything you can do to convince me."

"I've been watching you for quite some time. I know what you would drive you up the wall the most."

"No..."

"I'm going to chase you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I'm going to court you. It'll be as romantic as can be. I'll constantly gift you with flowers, recite badly written poetry, escort you everywhere, and serenade you every night. It'll be magical. And I'll keep courting you until you either pursue Julius or you distance yourself from Angelica."

"How are you using romance as a weapon?!"

"All is fair in love and war."

"No! It is certainly not fair and there is no love here!"

"It'll be romantic."

I launched myself at him like a feral animal. My beat down was so magnificent that Chris fell in love with me after he witnessed me folding Jilk into a pretzel. He found my ability to contort Jilk's body beautiful. It took a mastery of the human body to contort someone without breaking anything.

Jilk found a greater appreciation of my abilities to torture someone without leaving any evidence. Somehow, I earned his affections for using those techniques in him.

In the end, I now had five boys pursuing me.

"Angelica, we challenge you to a duel for Olivia's love!"

"No! She's my concubine! Get your own!"

AN:

1) I don't know what to tell you. I remembered watching life with an ordinary guy who reincarnated into a total fantasy knockout and then this brain ooze began spilling out. It was such a random thing to remember, especially since I don't recall liking that show.

2) Reading the reviews for the previous chapter, I'm concerned someone thinks (for Asians) suffering from success includes your fiancée bragging about sleeping with other men, having to be forced to murder someone at the age of five, or being so emotionally abused that you think your only value is your ability to swing a stick (and even then everyone who matters hates you for it). Please tell me I'm not so out of touch with society or that society has not become shitty enough so that these scenarios are considered winning.