Belver was heading to the meeting spot, feeling like he was about to go insane and jump around. It was because of this scrap of cloth he was wearing under his academy uniform. Even experiencing normal underwear for the first time felt strange, but this utterly indecent piece of clothing made him feel like he might actually lose his mind.
Even though he knew no one could see it, he kept instinctively pulling down on his skirt and found himself walking with smaller, more demure steps than usual.
“Haa… how did I end up like this…”
If only Bellatrix hadn’t insisted he wear this ridiculous scrap of fabric. What possible reason could she have for making him wear something so indecent? Just breathing around her felt like being sexually harassed.
“What is this?”
As he finally arrived at the designated meeting place where Bellatrix had asked him to come without picking him up, he noticed an unusual scene. A group of female students had gathered around, staring at something—or rather someone.
When Belver managed to get a closer look, he saw what they were watching: Bellatrix standing there, clearly enjoying all the attention she was receiving.
Watching her poised figure from his position, Belver couldn’t help but feel envious. Her confident demeanor only irritated him further. And yet, despite his growing jealousy, he had to admit she looked absolutely stunning.
The biggest challenge now was having to push through the crowd to reach Bellatrix. It felt like an advertisement proclaiming their “intense relationship” to the entire world.
Bellatrix had likely intended for it to seem that way. She’d already noticed Belver lingering in the background with a mixture of envy and admiration on his face.
“Have you arrived?”
Bellatrix pretended to notice Belver only now as she rose gracefully from the bench, every movement exuding elegance and charm. Meanwhile, she couldn’t help but find his flustered appearance adorable.
“What are you doing here? I’ve been waiting.”
With a confident smile, Bellatrix extended her hand as if offering an escort, drawing Belver into the scene dramatically. Her effortless grace and innate charisma transformed the moment into something resembling a theatrical performance.
Of course, the protagonist—Belver—felt like dying.
“Yes, as you wished, my lady.”
Without saying another word, Belver silently extended his hand. Talking in such a crowded area would only bring negative attention, so he endured his irritation for now.
The two left together, cutting through the crowd like a loving couple, marking the start of rumors that few had previously believed.
Finally reaching a secluded spot, Belver let out a deep sigh of relief. The constant stares and the sensation of holding hands had made him incredibly self-conscious.
Why had he agreed to do this? Why had she forced him into wearing those terrible scraps of clothing? It felt like Bellatrix had decided to tease him mercilessly today.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about the embarrassing future awaiting him. How had he ended up in this situation? As a lifelong man who had always embraced his masculinity, he was now wearing impractical lingerie and being escorted like some noblewoman.
It was all Bellatrix’s fault. Belver glared at her with resentment.
Bellatrix, however, showed no sign of guilt. In fact, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
Bellatrix replied with a casual smile. Belver wanted to tell her not to look so charming while smiling, but he kept quiet, knowing she’d only mock him.
If he wanted something, he should just say it plainly—but Belver didn’t know how. He had always gone with the flow.
“I hate it. Now what are we going to do?”
“Oops, I thought you’d love it. I put a lot of effort into setting this up, even matching our outfits.”
Belver examined Bellatrix’s attire. Instead of her usual academy uniform, she wore casual clothes that accentuated her style impeccably.
She must have used the wallet he’d given her yesterday. Originally hers, she had borrowed it to make a purchase since Belver hadn’t needed it anyway.
“Do you think I’ll like it?! You made me wear THAT…!”
Belver softened his language, unable to outright call them “indecent underwear.” Even now, he could feel their presence beneath his uniform, constantly distracting him.
If anyone saw, Bellatrix would definitely get beaten up.
Bellatrix hesitated briefly upon hearing his complaint. Yes, she had planned to make him wear certain things today…
But she hadn’t expected him to actually follow through.
Looking at the tears welling in his eyes, she recalled something she had said before leaving yesterday.
“Did you really wear it…?”
“Yes!! You told me to!! Do you know how anxious I’ve been because of this?!”
Belver cried out in frustration. Bellatrix finally understood why he seemed unusually reserved today. He was trying hard to avoid drawing attention.
Because he was wearing a skirt.
Having never been male, Bellatrix hadn’t considered that Belver wouldn’t know about wearing underwear with a skirt.
Even she, who rarely wore such things, wouldn’t have done so if she were in his position. If she had known he’d actually follow her instructions, she would have reconsidered—though perhaps not entirely.
‘What am I supposed to do in situations like this?’
To get closer to Belver, Bellatrix had read books on how to deal with difficult women and what girls liked. Despite living her whole life as a woman, she knew she wasn’t ordinary, so these books weren’t particularly helpful.
But the girl in front of her now—from her posture to her thoughts and preferences—was overwhelmingly feminine. Both books suggested the same thing when dealing with a woman who appeared upset.
“It’ll look good on you.”
“How would you know, Lady Bellatrix?!”
The book had said to compliment first, but it didn’t seem to be working. Having only read the first few pages, Bellatrix didn’t know any other methods. So she decided to do what she did best.
“Then let me see. Since there’s no one around, lift your skirt. I’ll evaluate it for you.”
A basic skill for any noble: shamelessness.
This would surely drive away any bad mood. He’d obviously realize it was a joke.
Suddenly, Bellatrix felt a chill run down her spine.
Would Belver understand it was a joke?
He barely got random jokes as it was…
Especially in this state, with his face burning red?
Belver’s face turned crimson, almost exploding with embarrassment. Clenching his teeth, he bowed his head deeply.
He couldn’t possibly meet her gaze or comply with such an indecent request.
Tears began to form in his eyes. He hated Bellatrix for putting him through this humiliation.
As his trembling hand reached toward the hem of his skirt, Bellatrix quickly intervened.
“It was a joke. I’m sorry. You don’t have to do it, come here.”
Sniffle. Upon being embraced, Belver burst into tears, overwhelmed by shame and sorrow. Normally, he would have pulled away immediately due to embarrassment, but right now, he quietly stayed in Bellatrix’s arms.
Though she had reduced him to tears, paradoxically, he felt safest in her presence.
Despite wanting to deny it, Belver admitted to himself that being held in Bellatrix’s strong embrace did bring him comfort.
What a disgraceful display of weakness.
In that moment, Belver resolved to never cry like a girl again. His inner masculine spirit seemed to cheer him on with harsh words, helping him calm down.
“In the future, I’ll try to be more moderate. Can you calm down now?”
“Just please stop…”
“That might be difficult. You’re just too cute.”
“You’re amazing…”
Bellatrix admitted honestly, unable to lie. How could she resist teasing someone so irresistibly adorable? Every attempt yielded unexpected reactions.
Look.
Just lightly touching this spot elicits a strong reaction.
“Hyaaak?! What part of me are you sneakingily touching?! Pervert!!”
“The side of your ribs?”
This was why she couldn’t stop teasing him.
