Volume 2 Chapter 3 The Hair Quality Improvement Recoil and an Exotic Beauty’s Transformation
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”—So, yeah, that’s the awful story, and it’s about what happened to me, I guess…”
Hibiki, the female senior, finished explaining the effects of the Recoil that had struck her. Her cheeks were a little flushed, perhaps embarrassed by her own tale.
”A-ba… A-ba-ba-ba-ba…”
Asami’s pupils had blown wide hearing the story of the Recoil. Her body was trembling and shaking, a clear sign of pure terror.
”You think you’ll be okay? Oh, but even if you do pass out this time, you won’t remember a thing while you’re out, so the treatment’ll be over right away, promise!” Hibiki pressed, doing her very best to sound persuasive.
”I-I’ll be fine… I’ve wanted to do this ever since I heard about it, honestly…” Asami whispered.
”Really?! Then—”
”I just have one question first, though.” Asami quickly cut her off. Hibiki had been about to go find Hirose, having received the underclassman’s consent, but Asami intercepted her.
”This helps me, sure, but you guys don’t get anything out of it… so…”
”That’s totally fine! We’re doing this out of pure goodwill! I know Hirose’s the one actually doing the procedure, and it might not mean much coming from me, but I really think he just wants to help people, you know?” Hibiki reassured her.
”Even so, having you all do this for me, for free…”
Anyone else would have thought the same thing Asami did. However, Hirose and his friends had always done this for free, and they planned to keep it that way.
”Hmm. Okay, how about this, then? If your hair quality really does get fixed the way you hope, you can do something for us whenever you feel like repaying the favor! We aren’t going to ask for anything specific from you, got it?”
”Well… in that case… I’ll certainly keep it in mind,” Asami replied.
”That’s the spirit! Anything for a cute underclassman, right?”
”…Thank you, very much.”
At that moment, Asami was truly moved, wondering if people this kind actually existed in the world. She vowed not to forget the promise she’d made: if her hair quality was truly fixed, she must repay these seniors.
* * *
”—A-Ah… a-ba… Hello.”
”Welcome! Come on in, Asami-chan!”
That Saturday, Asami arrived at Hibiki’s house around lunchtime. Hibiki greeted her and guided her inside.
”Hello, Yaginuma-san.”
”Asami-chan, hi!”
”Hello.”
”Ah, ah… Hello.”
Hirose, Koharu, and Kirino were already waiting inside, each offering a greeting to Asami. However, being surrounded only by beautiful girls made her feel an instant surge of nervous sweat breaking out all over her body.
Her eyes quickly darted to one person in particular—
(Takanashi-senpai is somehow… calming.)
It was a rude thought, but even with his now-beautiful skin, Hirose was still overwhelmingly ordinary looking compared to the girls. Seeing his face helped Asami’s heart settle.
After sipping the herbal tea Hibiki prepared, Asami finally calmed down, and they prepared for the treatment.
Asami lay down on Hibiki’s bed. Before starting, Hibiki reminded her, “Just remember you might faint, okay?”
”A-ba… I’ll be fine. I don’t think I’ll pass out…” Asami insisted.
”Huh?”
For some reason, Asami’s words carried a strange sense of truth. Before this day, they had already done the procedure to improve Koharu’s and Kirino’s hair, and both of them had definitely fainted. Based on that, it seemed impossible for Asami to avoid fainting…
”Well, okay. If you say so. Let’s get started then.” Not dwelling on it, Hibiki signaled Hirose.
Unlike body treatments they’d done before, this one was done while fully clothed. So, the usual worries weren’t necessary. They shouldn’t have been necessary…
”Here we go—Skill: Hair Quality Improvement.”
A faint white light glowed on Hirose’s hands. Thinking it was too much to have Asami’s head directly on his lap, they had placed her head on a pillow. Hirose sat in front of the pillow and began the procedure.
”A-baah…” A slight sound escaped Asami the moment his fingers touched her head. She had a look of pure bliss.
So far, it was just as expected.
Hirose slowly parted Asami’s frizzy, tangled hair and let his fingers glide over it.
(This is tough…)
Unlike Hibiki’s hair, Asami’s hair was like the Amazon jungle. He had to push through thick foliage just to reach her scalp, and it took time to move from one area to the next.
(She’s had a rough life…)
Just by touching it, he could feel how much Asami had struggled with her hair. This hair quality would be a challenge for a boy, let alone a girl.
”A-bah… a-bah…”
The Recoil was starting to get stronger; Asami’s breathing grew ragged. Her body temperature seemed to be rising, too, as sweat appeared faintly on her neck.
”You alright?”
”I-I’m fine… please, keep going…”
Then came the turning point that separated Asami from the others. Kirino, Koharu, and Hibiki had all succumbed to unconsciousness barely a minute into the specialized “treatment,” only to wake once it was complete.
”—Aaaahb! ❤️”
Asami’s body seized, jolting violently under the invisible force. No respite for her, I suppose… they all thought, staring at the visible distress on her face—
”What is happening?”
Asami remained awake! Her muscles were twitching, her breathing had transformed into short, desperate gasps—the physiological Recoil effects were undeniably present—but she hadn’t passed out.
”A-bah… a-bah… a-baah…! ❤️”
Her distressed cries only intensified. It was astonishing that she was fighting the urge to surrender to the faint, but her head was shaking rapidly, as if she were receiving a ceaseless series of tiny, debilitating shocks.
”A-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! ❤️ A-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! ❤️”
Her voice was now a mere vibration, synchronous with the physical tremors running through her.
”Is it really better for her to stay awake through this?” Hibiki fretted aloud. Perhaps the oblivion the others experienced was a mercy.
”I-I can’t tell…”
”Asami-chan, can you hear us?” Koharu and Kirino asked, worry etched on their faces. Asami somehow forced a reply past the spasms.
”A-ba-ba-ba-ba! I-I’m o-kay! A-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! ❤️”
(The intensity is too much… Too much… Too much…)
Her response was fractured and incoherent, but her sheer will kept her conscious. However, the onslaught of stimulation and sensory overload was pushing Asami to the very edge of human tolerance. The challenge she now faced was a test of survival: could she maintain lucidity while enduring a sustained, internal electric storm for nearly ten minutes?
Then, as the treatment neared its abrupt end, a final, dramatic change overtook Asami’s physical form.
”A-bah!? A-bah!? A-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba!? ❤️”
”Oh…”
Hibiki recognized the terrifying similarity to previous incidents—a deep, visceral sense of déjà vu. Asami’s entire lower body began to tremble violently, and her hands instinctively clamped down against her core.
”—Aaaaaaah! ❤️”
The instant Hirose’s application of the “treatment” ceased, a volume of clear liquid erupted from beneath Asami’s skirt, soaking through her clothes.
It was a dramatic release of accumulated tension. The bed sheet instantly became saturated as all four onlookers watched the powerful, involuntary reaction to her enduring the ordeal.
”…Hah… hah… A-baah…”
Asami was still conscious, but she was utterly exhausted, lying limp and unable to move.
”H-Hirose!”
”Yes?!”
”Exit!”
”Y-Yes, ma’am!”
At Hibiki’s sharp command, Hirose quickly retreated from the room.
* * *
”A-baah…”
Later, Asami borrowed some of Hibiki’s clothes. They were too big for her small frame, but it was a temporary fix.
”Asami-chan. Do you think you can handle five more of those?”
Hirose was relaxing alone downstairs in the living room while the three girls spoke with Asami.
”I… I’ll do it… If it means my hair will be beautiful…” she affirmed.
”That’s the same determination Kirino-chan had,” Koharu murmured.
”Yeah. And I leaked, too, so there’s no need to worry about it,” Kirino added.
”Kirino’s was… something else, though.”
”I apologize for that embarrassing display…” Kirino acknowledged. Though the liquid was the same, the color was different. Kirino had been drinking a lot of water and it was a lighter color, but not completely transparent. Asami’s, on the other hand, was truly colorless and clear. Visually, Asami’s “damage” was less.
”Alright, let’s get through the next five sessions then!”
”Yes…!”
Later, as Asami was leaving, she ran into Hirose by the living room.
”A-Um… Thank you so much for today!” Asami bowed at almost a one hundred eighty-degree angle.
”Mhm. I hope your hair gets beautiful,” Hirose replied gently.
”A… A-ba…!”
* * *
And so, Asami somehow got through all six deeply embarrassing sessions.
It was the morning of a holiday during Golden Week¹. She woke up and immediately noticed the difference.
”My hair… it’s so light?”
When she normally woke up, she would feel the heavy weight of her bomber head hair pressing down on her. But today, it was gone. Asami got out of bed and moved to the mirror in her room.
”—”
She couldn’t see her face.
It was partly because her frizzy hair had been so thick that it always covered her forehead, but now, the tight curls had straightened out and were hanging down long. Asami pushed the straight bangs aside, clearing her vision.
”A-ba… A-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba…”
Who is that in the mirror? Who was this beautiful girl with such clean, glossy, almost translucent silver hair?
”—It’s… me…”
As the realization sank in, a tear fell from her eye. Her turquoise blue eyes—proof of the British blood she inherited from her grandfather—now looked absolutely stunning, perfectly complementing her beautiful silver hair.
”Ah! Ah… A-baahhh! ❤️”
Tears poured from both eyes, obscuring her vision for a long time, even as she wiped them away.
Asami headed to the living room.
”Good morning. You’re up a little late today, dear.”
”Asami—breakfast is almost ready, come on!”
Her mother—who also had silver hair, turquoise eyes, and a beautiful appearance—greeted her from the kitchen, where she was nearly finished preparing breakfast. Next, her father, who had the same kind of Afro hair Asami had just had, looked up.
”G-good morning…” Asami murmured, walking over and sitting at the dining table.
”Hm… Hmm…!?”
”Eh!?”
Finally, both parents noticed the change.
”D-Does my hair look… beautiful?” Asami asked them, her voice trembling. Her long bangs still hid their faces.
”What?! Asami! What happened to your hair? It’s so gorgeous! Just like mine… No, it’s even more beautiful than mine!” her mother gasped.
”No way! Is it a Gift?! Another Gift?!” her father exclaimed.
”N-No, it’s not… I can’t explain the details, but… this is what happened.”
Her parents were stunned by the change in their daughter’s hair and rushed over to her.
”It’s incredible… Truly lovely…”
”Ah, you look like a doll… I’m so sorry, dear. I put you through so much trouble because of my hair type…” her father apologized.
”No… It’s okay…”
Asami’s hair was clearly inherited from her father, and she had suffered with it for years, unable to do the things normal girls did. But now, none of that mattered. She could finally live her life as a girl with beautiful hair.
(It’s different… Completely different…)
The feel of her parents gently stroking her head was entirely unlike the sensation she had felt when she had the Afro hair—this was a truly pleasant, loving touch. Asami smiled happily through her tears, embracing their affection.
”Well, if that’s the case, we’re going to the Beauty室 right now! Come on, finish your breakfast quickly!” Her mother immediately called the beauty salon for an appointment. And just like that, Asami was off to the Beauty Salon to style her long, new hair.
* * *
”H-Hello…”
That day, a certain girl arrived at Hirose’s house.
The doorbell rang, and a boy with an ordinary face answered. He smiled warmly, inviting the girl inside.
”—She’s so gorgeous!”
”She looks like a princess from a foreign country…”
A beautiful, doll-like girl stood there, making everyone gasp. Following Hirose, Hibiki, Koharu, and Kirino were waiting for Asami, who had gotten her transformed hair styled at the Beauty Salon.
”Ah, a-bah… Thank you, very much!” she bowed deeply.
”Hey, come over here! Let me touch it!” Hibiki beckoned, and Asami came to sit in front of the table.
”Wow! It’s so silky! And the stylist had great taste, right?!” Hibiki exclaimed.
”It’s true… People who have it naturally really do look different, even if we make ours beautiful too,” Koharu observed.
”There are no split ends at all. It’s absolutely lovely,” Kirino added. Koharu and Kirino’s hair was also much glossier than before, but they were still stunned by Asami’s natural potential. Her turquoise eyes and small face, combined with the silver hair, made her breathtaking.
”A-ba… It’s all thanks to you seniors…” Asami replied, blushing.
”U-Um… I have one request, if that’s okay…” Asami mumbled, fidgeting.
”Ask away, darling!”
”I-I would like Takanashi-senpai to… pat my head, please.”
”Wow… Looks like another girl has fallen for Hirose,” Hibiki murmured, nodding her head slowly.
”A-Ah-ba-ba… It’s because he kept massaging my head, I guess… I just can’t help but miss his hands now…”
”I get it. I’ve wanted Hirose to pat my head, too!” Hibiki admitted. This ‘pat-pat charge’ was like an aftershock of the Recoil that Hibiki had also experienced.
”Then go sit in front of Hirose~.”
”Y-Yes, ma’am…”
Asami sat down neatly in front of Hirose. Because she was so small, she fit perfectly between his spread legs.
”Whoa… I-I feel like I just got a little sister…” Hirose mumbled. Asami had become so used to Hirose’s touch that this distance felt safe and comfortable now.
”I’ll go ahead then…”
”Yes…!”
The feeling was completely different from before. Hirose’s fingers slid smoothly through the fine, untangled hair, gently petting and combing it.
”A-baah… I-It feels so good… I think… this could become a habit…” Asami murmured, her face a picture of pleasure. He wasn’t using his Skill, but she was so accustomed to his hands that it felt ecstatic all the same.
”She looks like a cat or a dog, or some small animal being petted.”
”She really does. I want a turn, too.”
”Me too. Hirose-kun’s hands…”
The three seniors watched Asami with envy.
”A-ba, a-bah… A-baah…!”
Asami thoroughly enjoyed Hirose’s gentle hands. Afterward, Hibiki and the others took their turns being petted, cementing their roles as ‘pets’ and him as the ‘owner’ for the day.
* * *
It was the first day back after Golden Week.
A girl stood in front of the classroom door she had walked through for the last month. Her classmates, whom she hadn’t seen during the break, were already gathered inside, chatting noisily while waiting for homeroom.
The classroom door slid open with a Gala-la.
”—Eh?”
One classmate noticed the girl who had just entered.
”Was there a girl like that before?”
”Wait, who is that?”
”Maybe she’s a transfer student…”
”She’s gorgeous… Like a foreign doll.”
”But silver hair…”
As the whispers spread, the class’s attention gradually focused on the girl. She walked quietly to the seat she always used and sat down.
”That seat is…”
”Yaginuma?!”
”EEEEEEEEEEEEEHH?!”
The classmates finally realized who it was. The unbelievable transformation caused a massive uproar in the classroom.
”A-Asami-chan… is that really you?!” A female student rushed over to the silver-haired beauty—Asami Yaginuma’s—desk.
”A-bah… Yeah.”
”No way… No way…! You are so incredibly beautiful!”
The girl gazed at Asami with a dreamy, admiring look. Asami, the center of attention, wriggled shyly in embarrassment.
”Hey, hey! You had such a cute face all along?! And your eyes are blue! Are you half-Japanese?! A quarter?!”
”You’re too cute! Which Beauty室 did you go to?! Oh my gosh, I’m adopting this girl as my little sister!”
”Let me see her too!”
”Me too, me too!”
”No boys allowed! Get back to your seats!”
”I’m protecting Asami-chan!”
Classmates swarmed Asami’s desk, creating a small competition over the beautiful new girl.
”A-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! ❤️”
Asami was completely surprised by the attention, but everyone saying she was cute and beautiful made her incredibly happy.
So—
”—Senpais. Thank you, thank you, truly,” Asami whispered her gratitude towards the four seniors.
And she made her Gift glow, resolving to definitely repay her debt to them.
* * *
Mini-summary:
Underclassman Yaginuma Asami, plagued by her extremely difficult hair, gets the life-changing ‘Hair Quality Improvement’ Gift treatment from Hirose. Though she initially fears the ‘Recoil’ effect, she is determined to overcome her anxiety and receive the supernatural beauty treatment for her lifelong complex. During the first session, Asami doesn’t faint, but instead endures the intense ecstatic pleasure, leading to a profoundly embarrassing ecchi climax—a sudden, unavoidable release. She continues the sessions and is ultimately transformed into a breathtaking, silver-haired beauty, sparking fierce competition among her classmates.
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T/L:
1 [Golden Week is a period in Japan with four national holidays compressed into one week, leading to a long break, similar to a mini-spring break in the U.S. school year.](↩)
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.
• Yaginuma Asami – 16-year-old 1st-year, many inherited/stacking gifts, stores items, reflects attacks, teleports, resists conditions, mixed Japanese-English.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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