Volume 1 Chapter 25 The Ice Maiden’s Shame and Her Kinky, Depilated Devotion, An Erotic Awakening
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Summary:
Kirino Hidou, the beautiful but isolated Ice Maiden, recounts her traumatic past: the cold Gift that cursed her with excessive body hair and the social anxiety it inflicted. Her life changed when she met Hirose, whose Beautician Gift freed her from shame and led her down a path of intense, kinky devotion, climaxing in an explicit urolagnia scene that forever warped her desires. This chapter explores her sexual awakening and the unyielding loyalty that now drives her to protect her found family and her precious boyfriend.
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Ever since I could remember, I’d lived in a huge manor, practically a yashiki¹, with my family.
The house was perpetually filled with my mother and grandmother, along with the staff, while the men—my father and grandfather—only came home occasionally from their work. Despite their absences, I felt truly cherished and loved, I think. I grew up fast, nurtured in the lap of luxury, a veritable princess in my wealthy home.
* * *
Then came the change. I was still in elementary school, just a little girl, when the unsettling transformation began.
“I’m so cold… so, so cold…”
I woke up in bed one morning, my entire body frozen to the touch. I figured it was just a bad cold. I skipped school that day and tried to rest, but the chill didn’t pass, not even after a week.
It was during this week of suffering that my grandfather finally returned home. Just by looking at my body, he immediately realized something was wrong, something beyond the normal human experience. Leveraging his authority as the Adventurer’s Guild Chairman, he called in specialists and had an ‘Appraisal’ performed on me.
’Ice Air.’ That was my Gift.
To cure the pervasive cold that was freezing me from the inside out, I had to learn how to control this Gift. My intense training began that very day. It turned out, once I focused, it wasn’t that difficult at all. I guess I had a talent for it.
Once I mastered ‘Ice Air,’ the cold became my strength. It reversed, and I became practically immune to it. My body temperature dropped just a little lower than average, but it never interfered with my daily life.
* * *
The next major change happened when I entered junior high.
“W-what…? Why… why is there so much hair?”
It started with peach fuzz. Everyone has it, and most of my friends didn’t bother shaving it. But mine wouldn’t stop.
“My back…? My armpits… my legs… why… why…!”
What was once fuzz was no longer fuzz at all.
So, I started shaving all my body hair. I’d heard my classmates in middle school talking about how shaving was just a normal thing, so I convinced myself I was doing the same. But soon, I realized I was different. Terribly, shamefully different.
I became terrified of people looking at me. I was constantly checking for missed hairs, for stubble. Every time someone spoke to me, I was convinced they weren’t looking at my eyes, but at the pores of my exposed skin—seeing the remnants of my curse. All eyes, every gaze, felt like it was judging me.
And so, I started avoiding people.
Was that why?
“Hey, Kirino. My friend says you stole her boyfriend. What are you going to do about it?”
I didn’t know anything about it. I barely talked to boys, and I certainly didn’t know who liked who. I had been avoiding normal relationships because I was so terrified of being looked at, so it was absurd.
When a girl from my class said that to me, there was no actual bullying. It was just the final, cruel disappearance of a place that a self-isolated girl had already lost herself.
“Gotta shave… Gotta shave… Gotta shave…”
Nothing else mattered. All I could think about, day after day, was my hair.
There was no way I could wear a short-sleeved top or a skirt. If I did, I always wore tights underneath.
— Ouch.
When a tiny, regrowing stubble snagged the fabric, I tore the tights off in despair. Of course, I stayed home that day. During gym class or whenever we had to wear a school swimsuit, I’d excuse myself, claiming my low body temperature made me feel sick and unwell. Living my life cloaked in a jersey or jacket became my miserable routine.
* * *
High school brought the same days.
I was cute. I had gradually come to understand my own looks back in junior high. Perhaps because of my appearance, some girls initially wanted to be friends. But since I wouldn’t allow myself to get close to them, I was quickly pushed away and left alone again.
“Hidou-san, are you alright by yourself? Can I keep you company?”
Boys would approach me with gentle smiles, those who were after my lonely self—after my body.
But I knew better. I’d had similar experiences in middle school.
“I-I’m so sorry—!” I stammered, trying to run.
“Wait up for me!!” he yelled, but I was always too slow to escape.
So, with a quiet apology to the universe, I activated my Gift’s ability. A tiny spike of ice materialized on the ground. The boy tripped over it and fell, unable to continue chasing the slow-footed me. He didn’t know I had a Gift since elementary school, so he was left completely baffled by what happened.
* * *
Then, one day, I stumbled across an article online:
’Poor circulation is a barometer linked to a woman’s hairiness.’
The article claimed that when the body gets cold, it grows hair as insulation to protect itself.
Whether it was true or not didn’t matter. Having read it, I came to resent the Gift I’d been given. I believed that my Gift had lowered my body temperature, and that was what caused my hypertrichosis. I truly believed it and hated it with every fiber of my being.
“Kirino-chan? You tell Mom if anything’s bothering you, okay?” my mother whispered, concerned about my recent withdrawal.
But I was too ashamed of my hairiness to tell my family. My mother and I looked alike, but her body was completely different. Her skin was perfectly smooth, with no hair whatsoever. Plus, she had an incredibly large bust.
I already knew the words ‘Medical Depilation’ and ‘Permanent Depilation.’ But precisely because they were my family, I could never bring myself to ask.
* * *
“Hidou Kirino…”
The turning point came late in my first year of high school. I was walking down the hallway when I heard my name. I approached, and there stood a cute girl nearby. She called me pretty—it had been a long time since I’d heard such a simple compliment from another girl, and I felt a faint spark of happiness.
Her bright disposition was dazzling, and she had an aura that was distinctly different from the other girls. When I looked closer, her skin was so incredibly smooth… there were no visible pores.
When I told her she was beautiful, she simply accepted my words and beamed with joy. Other girls didn’t react that way.
“That thing Kirino does? It’s totally condescending. She knows she’s cuter than everyone else, so she can throw out compliments like that so easily.”
That was a voice I’d overheard from the classroom while I was in the hall. I hadn’t meant to diminish her in the slightest; I was just being honest, yet my genuine feelings were taken as a negative. I was so used to struggling with even simple conversations, but she was different. I thought I had forgotten how to compliment other girls, but I was able to tell her how lovely she was.
I wanted to be her friend… and perhaps because of that desire, the opportunity came with a surprising twist.
* * *
I was on my way to the rooftop, as usual, looking for a spot to eat my lunch alone, when she—Hibiki Rindou—called out to me. We ended up eating lunch together.
I was shocked to find two of her friends there—one of them was a boy. I was on guard, but the way he looked at me was completely different from all the other boys. He wasn’t perverted or creepy… it simply wasn’t unpleasant.
Then, Hibiki-chan suddenly shouted, saying that either I or he was glowing. I didn’t get it at first, but as I listened to them talk, a word popped out:
”—Depilation.”
“No way—!?”
New Skill Learned: Depilation.
That keyword alone made me tremble. My secret wish had been exposed so easily. It was Hibiki-chan’s skill, but then they showed me a photo where Koharu-chan’s birthmark had disappeared…
“It’s, it’s my hypertrichosis, you see…” I blurted out, losing control.
I found myself in tears, and as Koharu-chan gently stroked my back, I made up my mind.
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It had been since elementary school that I had visited a friend’s house—an age when those old, simple friendships had already faded. The nervousness was palpable.
I listened carefully as they explained the Gift. They were so considerate, especially given that the process involved the boy needing to touch my bare skin. They even offered me a blindfold and earplugs to maintain privacy and reduce anxiety.
Perhaps my perspective was already warped, but all I could think to cover my most private areas were small dressings… yet I couldn’t bear to leave them fully exposed.
The treatment began. With Hibiki-chan and the others nearby, his hands felt surprisingly gentle and careful. But just as they warned me, an unfamiliar, intense wave of feeling washed over my entire body.
Since this was a full-body treatment, he was intentionally and strictly avoiding all sensitive areas. I hadn’t expected that his very act of avoidance would cause such a powerful, overwhelming emotional and physical arousal.
“Ah… ah…! Ah… ah…! “ I murmured, finding the feeling too good to halt.
I felt an intense, spiraling need for him to extend his touch to my most private points; I thought I would completely lose my composure.
“Agh! Aaaah! No, no, nonono! Nngh… Nngh! Stop it, please stop! I-I’m going to… something’s coming! I’m, I’m…!?”
Maybe it was the intense nervousness, or perhaps the constant, nervous hydration I’d maintained all morning. The outcome was a complete, accidental release of my bladder—a glorious, total loss of dignity.
The feeling itself was profound, wonderfully good. My whole body shivered with that liberating, uncontrollable rush. I may have sacrificed my composure and dignity, but I believe that was the precise moment my relationship with intense physical sensation was irrevocably altered.
* * *
Four weeks of treatment concluded, and a few days later, I woke up that morning.
“It’s amazing… It’s really, truly real…! [exclamation] I don’t have to worry anymore…!”
All the body hair that had been growing back, little by little, was gone. Furthermore, the effect of the ‘Skin Quality Improvement’ skill meant that my pores were virtually invisible.
I felt like I was reborn, and the world looked completely different.
“—Wait, that didn’t… hurt?”
Just in case, I was running a razor over my body to check for any missed hairs, when my hand slipped and I accidentally cut myself. But it was strange. It should have hurt, but it didn’t, and even though the razor blade should have cut me, there was no scar.
“……?”
I didn’t understand it, but I decided not to worry. Not worrying about the hair was the most important thing.
* * *
Then, I asked Hibiki-chan if I could invite him—Hirose-kun—over to my house. I wanted him to see all of me. I made arrangements so no one could enter my area of the house. In the bathroom, I spread my legs and peed right there, letting him watch.
I wanted him to take responsibility for making me expose such a shameful sight, so I asked:
“—Would you lick it?” I whispered.
He accepted, and he licked my most sensitive part, right after I’d peed.
This person will accept anything I want, I truly believed that in that moment.
Right there in the bathroom, he took my virginity, and we went back to the bedroom for a second round… I never imagined I would experience such filthy things. Especially with a boy I’d only just met a few times.
Yet, I felt a kind of love for him. I think I fell for him the moment we had sex.
* * *
Transformed, the four of us started spending time together. And after that Christmas Day, that bond flared up fiercely inside me with the release of my true power.
Hirose-kun is going to die.
My decision was instantaneous.
“…… Pierce it!!”
I instantly gathered the moisture in the air, created a pillar of ice, and launched it at the falling sign. I was relieved when I saved Hirose-kun.
But I wasn’t finished.
“I can’t lose Hirose-kun here, no way. From now on, I’m going to protect Hirose-kun, absolutely.” I declared.
My Gift, which had been dormant since elementary school, which I had hated because of that unverified online article that claimed it caused my hairiness, was no longer a burden.
I finally understood why I was given this Gift.
* * *
—Another day, in the present.
I had invited Hirose-kun to my house again. Of course, with the approval of Hibiki-chan, our boss.
This day was for a new endeavor. We were together in the bathroom again.
“Um… Hirose-kun. You said before that you could drink it if it was from someone you loved, right?” I asked him shyly.
“Yeah, I think I could,” he replied without hesitation.
“Then… would you do that for me?”
“…… Okay.”
And I asked for something else.
“I want some of yours too, Hirose-kun. Not the usual stuff… the pee.”
“W-what do you mean?” Hirose-kun was visibly flustered. So cute.
Usually, I’d make him ejaculate, but today was different. Today, it was about urinating.
“Will that make you happy, Kirino?” he questioned softly.
“Yes, it will! Just like you can drink my pee, I want yours, too… anything from you, anything…”
“Kirino, you’re the biggest pervert out of the three of them, aren’t you?” Hirose chuckled warmly.
*”Yes… that’s the highest compliment! “
I didn’t hate being called a pervert. In fact, I loved it. And I loved him, my boyfriend, for accepting this part of me. His hands dirtying my pure, slender body, and me dirtying him in return—that was the ultimate arousal.
*”Shukiii… “ I purred.
That day, I took another step toward a new, blissful frontier.
* * *
“—Oh, Kirino-chan. And this young man is…”
It was bad timing. We ran into my mother right in front of the entrance as I was seeing Hirose-kun off.
“Ah… well. My name is Takanashi Hirose. I’m an acquaintance of Kirino-san’s.” Hirose-kun introduced himself politely.
“I never would have thought Kirino-chan would bring a boy home… Is he the reason you’ve seemed so much brighter lately?” my mother teased gently.
“M-Mom! Just go away!” I whined, embarrassed.
“Why, you could at least introduce us properly! Hee hee… Hirose-kun, was it? Next time you visit, you must have a longer chat with me, alright?”
“Um… alright,” he replied.
Honestly, my mother is absolutely stunning. She’s almost forty, but she looks barely twenty. And her bust is several times larger than mine. We have similar faces, but not similar chests. To me, her adult sex appeal is overwhelming.
Any normal man would be captivated by her looks. She’s also a little naturally ditzy, which creates a lot of openings. It’s unfair how attractive even that makes her.
“Kirino, you act kind of childish when you’re around your family.” Hirose pointed out, amused.
“Oh, please… that’s so embarrassing!”
Hirose-kun countered my protest, but family matters are a completely different kind of embarrassment.
* * *
Despite all that, the end of the year was fast approaching.
“Hirose-kun, do you really prefer bigger boobs?” I pressed him at the school gate.
“Huh? Is this really something we should be talking about in front of the school gate…” he muttered nervously.
“K-Kirino-chan!? If you get any more stat points, our existence will become meaningless! Hirose-kun loves Kirino-chan’s boobs just fine!” Hibiki-chan shrieked, intervening.
“Um, I wasn’t talking about you or Koharu-chan…”
“…?”
I had seen it. I saw his eyes drift to my mother’s chest. Boys love big boobs. How could this small-chested girl possibly win?
I couldn’t find an answer.
As I was agonizing over this—
“—Hirose! Koharu! Kirino~~!” Hibiki-chan’s bright voice rang out as she ran toward us from the school entrance, waving her hand.
That bright smile saved me. It brought me to this very place, right now. Without Hibiki-chan, I wouldn’t have met Hirose-kun or Koharu-chan.
That is exactly why I have to protect this place, my home. I used to think I was fine being alone, but this place is different.
—My power exists to protect all of them.
I decided to secretly train my Gift, to make sure I could protect this sanctuary and continue this relationship forever.
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Notes and Translator Insights
1 [yashiki]: An old, very large Japanese style residence; often translated simply as ‘mansion’ but has a greater cultural connotation of a powerful, old, and wealthy family. Think ‘estate’ or ‘lord’s manor.’ ↩
Notes:
• Kirino – Strikingly beautiful with blue long hair (F, 168cm), Kirino is gifted with ice magic and feels isolated because of her appearance. Hirose’s Beauty skill helps her improve her self-image and social comfort, directly affecting Kirino’s relationship with her family and classmates.
• Ice Air – Kirino Hidou’s Gift, which allows her to manipulate cold air and flash-freeze atmospheric moisture. She demonstrates exceptional control over it, using it to regulate temperature precisely. For Asumi’s treatment, she wraps both the patient’s burns and Hirose’s hands in a layer of cold air to manage the extreme heat, enabling Hirose to use his healing skill without being harmed.
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