I Don’t Want to be a Villainess

…I feel a bit awkward saying this, but Ha Neul, Sohee, and Sua all have different… mid-sizes.

The original work didn’t have an exact setting for it, and of course, I don’t know the precise sizes of my three friends.

But still, even if it’s just drawn on Paint, there were illustrations in the original work, and in this world where they are applied quite faithfully, that fact remained as I knew it.

So… if we compare the sizes of the heroines including Ye Sara, it would be Sohee > Sua > Yoo Ha-neul > Ye Sara, in that order.

For now, excluding Yoo Ha-neul, the protagonist of the game, I guess you could say the vibe is “there are heroines of various sizes.” Whether small or large, there’s definitely a definite large heroine, which must be the developer’s consideration to cater to preferences. Probably.

Among them, Sua is the “large heroine.”

She has the same height as Ye Sara, but is definitely larger than Yoo Ha-neul. So, she’s a cute character with a great figure.

Naturally, Sua was also… big, similar to the setting of Sua.

She was definitely smaller than Sohee standing right next to her, but still, there was a clear height difference. Proportionally, that part seemed particularly emphasized.

Moreover… I hate to say this, but Sohee’s chest is something I see almost every day. On top of that, her carefree personality and the habit of casually touching me made me somewhat accustomed to it.

But the Sua in front of me now… the vibe was entirely different. No, it wasn’t just the vibe; it was a sight I couldn’t usually see. Of course, if Sohee came out of the shower like that, it would have been shocking too.

The bandage had fallen off. There was still an abrasion on her thigh that glistened beneath the towel. There was a slight bruise on her left arm, and a cut on her forehead. Her skin was whiter than Ye Sara’s, making the wounds stand out painfully.

But at the same time, the natural blonde hair that she usually ties in pigtails was left down, damp and messy. Her face was flushed red because of her white skin, and when our eyes met, she hurriedly turned away, making her look oddly mismatched with the very revealing outfit… or lack thereof.

Yes. It looked very sexual and suggestive.

…But what could be the reason for appearing like that, blushing so much? Was it similar to going to the bathhouse with friends?

But even so, I couldn’t imagine anyone coming out like that after washing at a friend’s house.

Regardless of what I thought, Sua walked over to the table where Sohee was sitting. After locking eyes with Sohee, who was gazing at her blankly, she grabbed a chair and turned it slightly.

Then she sat down with her back to me.

Her wet blonde hair faced me.

“Sa, Sara.”

“Uh, huh!?”

Startled, I replied, not even aware I was staring before, and Sua spoke in a small voice.

“Um, could you dry my hair a bit?”

Ah, is that so?

Last time, Sua dried my hair for me.

“Then I—”

Sohee began to rise from her chair, but

“No.”

Sua sharply cut her off in a tone I’d never heard from her before. It wasn’t that her voice changed. It was her tone. It was still the soft, quiet voice she always had, but the emotions behind her words were too clear.

“But what I’m doing—”

Sohee timidly tried to argue, but

“No.”

Sua’s resolute feeling didn’t change.

“Um, alright…”

Sohee, who had half stood, sat back down again. She stole a glance at Sua, blushing, then turned her gaze away.

…Did these two fight?

No, thinking about it, they might not be as close as I remember. I was close with Sua and Sohee, but those two might not have been that close. When the three of us were together, they would chat comfortably and enjoyably, but if one friend were to drop out, it could instantly get awkward and they’d close up. That might be what was happening.

After all, even though the four of us hung out, the three girls mostly talked with me, not really with each other.

If the relationship was somewhat awkward, maybe drying her hair would feel a bit burdensome.

“Sa, Sara.”

Sua called me again. She slightly turned her head toward me, but her long hair hid her expression.

“Uh, huh…”

I dazedly answered and stood up.

It took me a little while to find the hair dryer. Since I don’t usually take it out. But having seen Yang Hye-in use it a few times didn’t take too long.

Sua silently waited for me without saying anything until then.

I plugged it in and, stretching the cord long, went behind Sua.

“Alright, I’ll do it…?”

“Yeah…”

Sua nodded, still not looking back at me.

I tried hard not to look over Sua’s shoulder. The towel wrapped snugly around her body, particularly impressive from above. I tried my best to focus on drying her hair.

But even so, I couldn’t avoid seeing her back plastered with wet hair.

The taut towel-covered back appeared much slighter than when viewed over her school uniform. Sua tended to wear her uniform a bit baggier, but like this, only the right places were emphasized, and her overall build was slim.

I tried not to swallow hard. It would be extremely embarrassing to do that in front of a friend. Even if it was drowned out by the sound of the hairdryer.

Sua’s hair, usually tied in pigtails, didn’t seem that long, but let loose, it was more long than my hair. It probably would take a long time to dry her hair.

Moreover, I had no talent for this sort of thing. After all, I hadn’t touched a girl’s hair before. Usually, Yang Hye-in dried my hair for me.

When I was a guy, I’d just blast the hairdryer on max and roughly dry it with my hand, but I couldn’t dry her well-managed hair like that.

I recalled how Sohee dried my hair today with the method Yang Hye-in taught her.

Gentle wind, from a distance. Softly brushing with my hands.

I tried to do that, but it felt like her thick hair wasn’t drying easily.

I combed through her hair bit by bit, drying it from the outside in.

As her hair dried, the same shampoo smell I used wafted through the air.

It was a floral scent I didn’t recognize.

*

After focusing on it for a while, as I finished drying Suas’s hair, I felt drained. I let out a slight breath, stretching my arms, and Sua suddenly lifted her head.

Then she looked up at me, narrowing her eyes slightly like a cat being petted.

“Thank you, Sara.”

“Uh, uh-huh.”

I nodded quickly, avoiding her gaze. As Sua lifted her head, the parts behind her became glaringly visible.

“See, it’s not as easy as you thought, right?”

Sohee, who had just dried my hair for the first time, bragged. I only gave her a glancing look without bothering to respond.

“…You should put on some clothes now.”

Sohee remarked, looking directly at Sua. It was a strangely cold gaze. Well, there wasn’t any reason for them to be fighting, so that probably was only how it appeared. Sohee’s casual tone toward me obviously made it seem friendlier in comparison.

By the way, did Sohee’s earlier offer to dry my hair have any ulterior motive? If she were a lesbian character… well, is that a stereotype? Come to think of it, Sohee from “If You Wish” was a lesbian character who was attracted to Yoo Ha-neul, but she wasn’t exactly a perverted character. So, she wasn’t like those stereotyped comic relief characters who drool over good-looking or pretty same-sex characters in Japanese manga.

Well, if the target wasn’t such a character, it would be a bit off-putting.

Rather, it seemed more like a character that was a feminized version of a delinquent senpai. A character who taught the protagonist to break free and helped find hope in life through means other than studying.

I had no idea why such a cool character was currently in a maid outfit in front of me.

“But I—”

Before Sua could respond, there came a beep beep beep beep from the door.

And with a creak, the door opened,

“I’ve brought what you requested in your size,” Yang Hye-in entered, holding a paper bag. It was the same place I had gone with Ha Neul last time.

“…”

Only then did I remember the fact I had forgotten and gasped.

That’s right. At this moment, Sua was not wearing any underwear. Wearing the same underwear again would be a bit much.

Before I could lend her my underwear, Yang Hye-in had caught on and left, so naturally, right now, Sua wasn’t wearing any underwear.

That goes for both top and bottom.

All she had covering her body was just a bath towel.

The undeniable three-dimensional aspect visible through the bath towel… was, in other words, completely raw and natural.

“…There are underwears over there.”

It seems saying that out loud was incredibly embarrassing, as Sua pointed toward the bag Yang Hye-in was holding.

“…”

Yang Hye-in’s eyes darted between me, Sohee, and Sua. Finally, Sua wore an expression that seemed to yearn to hide in a mouse hole.

And Sohee’s face turned even redder than before.

I’m sure my face looked the same.

“…Could you please put some clothes on?”

Yang Hye-in said seriously, extending the paper bag forward, and Sua hurriedly stood up.

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