CH 1

T/N: This series is a very long yuri epic (545 chapters!), with a Mary Sue protagonist constantly suffering from success. Most of the series involves her introducing modern technology and completely upending this fantasy medieval world with all of her many talents and knowledge, causing all manner of political strife as she goes.

So, if you’re looking for a story where a realistic protagonist struggles against relatable problems while having yuri times with her female companions… look elsewhere. This is a ridiculous power fantasy and part-time deconstruction/reconstruction of how much being an OP protagonist will suck.

Also, historical accuracy is very questionable here. Be wary of lots of hearsay and popular folktales that were claimed be to the truth.

Ah, I’m exhausted today, too…

After graduating from an ordinary school that was neither good nor bad, I’ve gotten a normal job and lived a normal life. Where and how did I make mistakes, trying to get where I was supposed to be…?

I get up early in the morning so that I can catch the first train every morning and then go home late on the last train at night. When I get home, I can do almost nothing but eat, take a bath, and sleep. Nominally, there should be a day off every week, but it would be nice if there were even two days off a month. Why am I living like this…?

I didn’t graduate from a garbage college. It’s not that good, but it should have been at an average level. I’m not that sociable either, but I’m not bad at socializing with specific people. Since I was a student, I should have been surrounded by some friends and spent my time normally.

Job hunting is normal, and I get some job offers, and then get a job at a normal company… I would fall in love like a normal person, get married like a normal person, then die a mundane death like a normal person. I had imagined such a mundane life, but the reality was completely different.

I’m Yamada Haruka, male, age 28 years old, with no girlfriend/wife/children. One month after graduating from university, I left the company where I first got a job for certain reasons. After that, I cycled between being a NEET and part-time job, and finally got full employment three years ago, but that place is a super black company in the world.

I had one hobby. I love to see the girls having fun. I really like girls doing yuri things, whether it’s 2D or 3D ladies.

It doesn’t have to be sexual contact. Of course, I also use such adult things as a side dish late at night, but it doesn’t necessarily have to have an adult element.

Anyway, whether it’s manga, anime, or games, I just watch and collect things involving girls having fun. Even games that aren’t originally intended to be played that way, only watching the girls having fun.

Even in the so-called otome games, the men who are the targets of capture are just in the background, and in my head, I imagine the girls are cuckolding them with the other female rivals and friends, and with no one captured I kept getting Bad Ends. That’s how thoroughly I love yuri things.

I get on the first train every day and come back on the last train. I watch anime, read manga, and play the games I’ve bought and saved, even during my precious sleep time and holidays. This hobby was also the reason why I couldn’t stay in my first company.

I have never shown or known my hobbies to others at school. I am aware that my hobbies or habits are weird. So I just enjoyed it quietly alone.

But I wonder if I was a little carried away as a working member of society. I accidentally took a handkerchief about young girls having fun… or rather, was that only in my head? The anime series was about young girls who became magical girls and fight evil.

Moreover, unfortunately, the person who picked it up after I dropped it was a senior who had more than a little animosity and annoyance toward me. That senior showed off my handkerchief in front of everyone and exposed me to the office.

“Are you still using a handkerchief like this at your age?! Heeyyy! Look at this, everyone! This is Yamada’s handkerchief!”

He even took a picture with his smartphone and showed it off here and there…

Since then, I had that story brought up all the time, and I’ve even been nicknamed “Cure-chan.” The nickname comes from the title of the anime on the handkerchief. 1 Even at work, my senior went out of their way to call me Cure-chan and talked about it to his professional contacts, exposing me to them. I couldn’t get anyone to take me seriously, and I couldn’t do my job properly.

I was patient for a while, but the harassment of that senior gradually escalated, and finally, I ran out of patience and attacked him. The company was having none of it and I had the police called on me for the first time in my life.

Of course, that I attacked him so easily may have meant I was at fault, too. But why did that senior live comfortably with the compensation received from me regardless of his crimes, while I was faced with such a terrible experience in public, and I was burdened with a large amount of debt and the company’s disappointment? Did I do something so bad that I had to be banished from society?

Am I wrong because I hit him? Am I the only one-sided socially unfit person, regardless of how I got there? Isn’t the person who makes fun of another person’s hobby and exposes it to others without consent the socially unfit person?

Or am I in the wrong because I have such a distorted hobby? Apart from that, I have never forced anyone to do anything about my hobbies, nor have I claimed any rights to them. I just desperately collected things similar to it and enjoyed it privately.

After I left my company, I couldn’t find another proper full-time job, so I took a lot of part-time jobs and paid compensation to my senior. Of course, if you overdo it, your body will go past its limits. If you break your body, you can easily experience a breakdown and become a NEET. 2 I also ask my parents to take care of me and take over the burden of paying for the compensation to my senior.

Even if my body heals, I, someone with a criminal record, can’t get a proper job. The world wasn’t so kind that I could easily find the next job at this odd venture, and my career may be in jeopardy.

That’s no surprise. It would be unavoidable to see that a person who quit after one month of employment would give up quickly. After that, I’m constantly flipping between being a part-time worker and a NEET. If there is any period of free time after being arrested for the crime and constantly being hospitalized and then discharged, it is impossible to get a proper job. The job I finally found is the super black company, you see, and it seems that I can’t even get enough time to sleep, let alone a break to rest.

Still, this is fine. All I need is yuri things and girls enjoying the company of other girls…

Today I have to watch the anime I’ve been looking forward to and then play the game I haven’t started yet…

What… I have a headache… and it’s so painful…?

I still have a lot to do. I can’t… fall asleep here…

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I woke up suddenly. I wonder if I fell asleep before I realized it? What time is it now? I have to go to work… my precious free time for anime and games is gone.

…… That’s strange. I should have woken up, but I can’t see. No, I can make out blurry things, but I can’t get a clear view. Besides, I can’t move my body as I want, and I feel like I’m being wrapped up in something and being held by another.

While I was concentrating on my blurry vision, something inaudible and fuzzy reaches my ears. And something soft is pressed against me. Mainly in my mouth…….

It’s only my imagination, isn’t it? Or did I go crazy in the head? Aren’t I in a Western-style room, despite the blurriness? And this non-Japanese, Western-looking woman was looking at me and baring her breasts? One of them was pressed against me. It’s like she’s trying to feed a baby.

The words I hear are from an unknown language I didn’t know at all. It’s definitely not English, German, French, or any other major language. I had learned some of them, albeit at a rudimentary level, back in college. Even if it’s not good enough for daily conversation, it’s strange that I couldn’t recognize any of the words then. I am certain that this language is completely alien to me.

I hear the word “Flora” sometimes as if she’s trying to talk to me. It seems she’s calling me Flora. Is it Flora because my name is Haruka? It’s not funny. Even when I was a kid, people teased me for having a feminine name, but I was never called Flora because of that.

I look around with my blurry vision. It’s a slightly luxurious Western-style room. There’s a woman dressed as a maid. A beautiful woman with a Western-descent face is pushing her boobs against me. Her expression is a little troubled, probably because I wasn’t breastfeeding from her, she talks to the woman who looks like I maid.

As the two of them looked worried, I couldn’t avoid sucking on this beautiful woman’s boobs. I have no choice but to drink some lukewarm, not very tasty milk. It’s too embarrassing for an old man like me to be doing this kind of baby play but I’ll put up with it.

I already have an inkling of what’s going on. Perhaps I was reincarnated in another world unless I had gone crazy or this was all a dream. Otherwise, it’s impossible to explain what was going on. Or rather, there is no other explanation.

How did I, Haruka Yamada, die in my previous life? Is it overworking? In my last memories, I remember having a headache and chest pain. Is it salvation that I didn’t suffer much, did I just forget, or I do not have memories of the pain when I died in my previous life?

I don’t know what country I was in then, but in a nutshell, it’s like Europe before the Middle Ages.

Of course, I don’t know what the architectural style is or what the decorations are. I can only understand that it is something that people vaguely imagine when you say “Old European style.”

A woman is holding me and giving me milk. She probably doesn’t look like a Japanese person by any means, even if she looks like my mother. Hence, I don’t know what kind of ethnicity they are. Even if she has a Western-descent face, I don’t know if she’s Slavic, Germanic, or Latin. It’s just vaguely Western-descent.

What is clear, however, is that both my mother and maid have Western-descent features, and my mother is a ridiculous beauty. If I had this mother’s blood, I would grow up to be beautiful.

After drinking a good amount of milk, I turned away my away face as soon as I didn’t need it anymore. She doesn’t seem to let go of me until I show her I don’t want it anymore, or maybe she’s planning to make me drink forever.

This mother-like woman and the maid are talking about something. And then she shifts her hold on me. She was holding me sideways to breastfeed me, but this time she held me vertically to press our chests together while she patted me on the back. When I burped from it, she put me to bed.

With the luxury of the room, the presence of a maid, and the luxurious bed for a baby to sleep in, it seems like a fairly wealthy house.

I was laid down on the luxurious bed and my legs were lifted and my lower body was touched……wait a minute. I was embarrassed enough just to breastfeed, but I didn’t expect…

Gyaaaaaaa! It’s just like I thought!

I was able to see the bottom after my lower body was stripped. At that time, I finally noticed something strange. As my bottom half was naked and my legs were lifted, my little buddy, a familiar presence for me, was missing.

…… In other words, I’m a girl now …?

Hyahhhhhhh! Woohoo!

I’m a girl! I was reborn as a girl! The fact that my mother is so beautiful must mean I’ll grow up to be a beautiful woman.

I’ve always enjoyed watching girls have fun. Because I was a man, I couldn’t have fun with girls.

But that doesn’t mean I only like watching and don’t want to participate. I wanted to participate if I could participate. I, myself, wanted to play with girls. I just put up with it because I was a man.

I can do that now! I was born a girl so I can do it! Even if my company-slave life is over, I have no regrets. Since all the debts have been paid back to my parents in three years, there is no unfinished business in my previous life. On the contrary, what a reward it is to be born as a girl with memories of that life.

Is this the reward that God gave to me who had a hard time in my previous life?

I still don’t know how big this house is. I don’t know the language and it only looks like this mother is my blood mother. But the only thing I can say is that I’m a winner in this life. It’s unlikely that the person who breastfed me was a wet nurse and not my mother. This is because nannies are usually lower in status than children in upper-class homes.

It’s almost impossible for me to be from a lower class with this beautiful mother. It’s unlikely that I was the maid’s child, even though the bed I was laid down in was super-luxurious, to begin with.

In this life, I was born to a rich family and was born as a woman to a beautiful mother. I’m so lucky I can’t believe it.

I had a hard time in my previous life, but now I’m going to enjoy my life and have a blast!