Miluno's First Birth

I suddenly opened my eyes to find myself on the familiar ceiling.

Wrong.

The ceiling isn't the main point!

I fumbled around for a while and finally found the Star Crystal under my pillow. Its dim gold color reflected a mysterious and dazzling light in the morning sun.

"... I'm not dreaming."

Last night, a magical girl I'd never seen before gave me this Star Crystal, then vanished in a flash of light. Was she dead?

Who exactly is she?

Who is the person she wants me to protect?

I don't know, I have no clue what to do.

He drew the curtains, sat cross-legged on the bed, and fiddled with the Star Crystal between his fingers.

This thing feels icy cold to the touch, and its transparent interior is engraved with markings, supposedly the names of planets, though humans can't understand them.

"In short, this definitely belongs to me, right?"

I never imagined that a man could have the chance to become a magical girl.

But how do I transform?

As if in response to my thoughts, the Star Crystal, like cotton candy touching the surface of water, melted into my palm in an instant.

My body and clothing have also changed.

Knee-high military boots, a black ruffled skirt, a short-sleeved white shirt, a bow tie made of black ribbon, and fingerless sleeves with black base and red trim.

Battle Dress in the style of an urban girl.

This outfit definitely wouldn't have suited me.

But since I'm called a magical girl, I'm naturally in the form of a "girl" now, and realizing this makes me feel parched.

The body of the opposite sex is a mysterious and forbidden subject of knowledge for me.

"Ah... um... cough cough... test, test."

He tentatively murmured, his voice clear and melodious like a mountain stream. Although it was pleasant to the ear, it carried an air of aloofness and coldness that kept people at a distance.

"... Huh, the queen type?"

He muttered to himself, reaching down to grope in front of his chest.

While it wouldn't be called the Wall of Sighs, it's certainly a disappointment within my understanding of what constitutes a bad thing. The feel of it isn't exactly comfortable either; this body is truly frigid inside and out.

I tried to get up from the bed, but felt something heavy tied to both sides of my belt. Looking down, I saw two dark gold short swords, each about the length of my forearm.

This is my weapon as a magical girl.

He took down the short sword and swung it around a few times, alternating between left and right; it felt quite handy.

"A melee magical girl?"

I don't know what type of magic I have.

If I had a choice, I would prefer magic in the traditional sense, capable of dealing with enemies from a distance, which would be safer and more visually appealing.

But since she's wielding a short sword, it seems there's little hope, since magical girls' weapons are mostly related to magic.

I tossed the dagger onto the bed, looked at the full-length mirror on the wardrobe, and turned back and forth in front of it, observing my new body.

Her line of sight was lower than usual, but not by much; she was still considered tall among girls.

Because of this, my legs are particularly long and slender, and the area between my skirt and over-the-knee boots forms a unique "absolute territory." This stretch of white, fleshy thighs is probably the most attractive part of my entire body.

However, that thought changed when I looked at her face.

"... hiss."

Without any unnecessary adornments, her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her features were cold and aloof, her face expressionless yet not dull. Magical girls are generally very beautiful, but my face is definitely SSR-level among them.

Is it because I'm naturally handsome?

I just don't smile much, and I have a naturally cold demeanor. If I don't express any emotions, I revert to this state.

I don't consider myself a cold or aloof person, so why did becoming a magical girl turn me into this?

It's like someone who has experienced the pain of separation and death, lost their beloved family and friends, and whose heart has become numb...

I tried to smile, and a touch of warmth appeared on my face, like a spring breeze after a harsh winter.

But once you lower your lips, it's winter again.

"What's the name for this kind of girl again? A high-class beauty?"

My face isn't just pretty... it's absolutely gorgeous!

Uh, no, that's not right.

It looks very strong!

While judging strength by appearance is unreliable, this aloof face exudes the aura of a powerful and solitary individual.

"Right, the key is still magic."

The focus of magical girls isn't just on "girls"; "magic" is also very important.

I tried to activate a miracle called "magic".

Although it was unclear how far away it was, the magic was activated!

However, nothing happened.

"Um?"

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. If I had to describe the feeling, it would be that I couldn't breathe easily, and my body felt heavy. Although I could bear it, it wasn't comfortable at all, as if gravity had suddenly increased...

"What kind of debuff is this spell of mine?"

I wandered around the room for a while until I noticed the wall clock. Looking at the second hand that moved every three seconds, my doubts were finally resolved.

"Wow! That's incredibly awesome!"

In any game, "time" is always a high-level attribute.

In the animation, time is controlled either by the protagonist or the main villain, a vampire.

Not only did I draw an SSR character, but my abilities are also amazing. If I could just stop time, those Monsters would be nothing more than fish on a chopping board.

Ideals are beautiful.

Reality, however, is cruel.

Once time stops, I feel like I'm stuck in a concrete wall. Any sudden movement would not only strain my muscles, but the almost solid air would also kill me.

"So, the only way to fight is to accelerate one's own time flow? That's no different from a magical girl using the speed-up ability!"

Despite being the most sophisticated magic, it was presented in a very simple way, without any fancy special effects; it was simply fast.

Satisfied, but not entirely satisfied.

That's enough.

Our exploration of magic will stop here for now; it's time for self-exploration...

She sniffed the long hair that fell in front of her eyes, then reached out and untied the black ribbon bow tie, pulled down the zippers on both sides of her boots, and pulled her feet out. Driven by curiosity, she pinched the hem of her skirt with two slender fingers and carefully lifted it up, trying to peek into that mysterious triangle area...

Then.

A wisp of white cloud blocked our view.

Beneath the black, ruffled skirt was a dense layer of pure white tulle, blocking my path of further exploration.

This is even worse than safety shorts. At least with safety shorts, you can see the shape of your legs, but this skirt completely covers them up.

From a safety perspective, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

At least it greatly reduces the risk of accidental exposure. As a man, I don't want to give Monster or other people's eyes a hard time, both for personal and professional reasons. Anyway, if I want to see, I can just take the whole skirt off!

Once you understand this, the snow-white tulle skirt isn't so bad anymore.

My hands began to fumble for the zipper on the side of the ruffled skirt, and just as I was about to take it off...

The doorbell rang in the entryway.

Who's being such a spoilsport so early in the morning... Oh no, it's A-Yao!

Thinking about my good friend's hobby, I immediately lost any interest in self-exploration, let alone the idea of making my brother feel good.

Why, you ask?

Because he's a huge fan of magical girls.

If he finds out I've become a magical girl, the consequences are terrifying to even think about.