The Main Character's Body was Taken by the Villainess.

Heading to the meeting place, Belver felt like he was about to go crazy and jump out of his skin.

It was because of these scraps of cloth he was wearing under his academy uniform.

While even normal underwear felt awkward, as he'd never experienced it before, this underwear that pushed the limits of indecency was truly driving him mad.

Even knowing it wouldn't be visible, he kept unnecessarily pressing down his skirt, and his steps became even narrower and more modest than usual.

"Hah... How did I end up like this..."

If only Bellatrix hadn't insisted he wear it, he wouldn't have had to wear such scraps of cloth.

Why did she want him to wear something like this?

He felt like he was being sexually harassed just by breathing.

"What's this?"

As he was almost at the meeting place where she unusually hadn't come to pick him up, he saw a strange sight.

Female students were crowded together, looking at something.

Curious about what they were looking at, he slipped in and could see clearly.

The female students were collectively watching Bellatrix.

She was enjoying receiving their attention.

Seeing her showing a side that he couldn't show with his body, envy welled up furiously in his heart.

He was envious of that composed appearance, and his already bad mood got even worse.

Why did she, who had been a woman all her life, seem to handle that body better than him, who had been a man all his life?

Moreover, it suited her so well that even the jealousy trying to creep up fled away.

The biggest challenge was that Belver had to push through this crowd to reach Bellatrix.

If they were managing their image, this was no different from advertising that they had an extraordinary relationship.

Bellatrix had intended for it to look like that kind of relationship.

She had noticed from the start that Belver was watching with an envious face.

"Have you arrived?"

Bellatrix stood up from the bench, pretending to just notice Belver, who had been hesitating to approach.

Every single movement as she rose from the bench with a leisurely smile in her eyes appeared irritatingly attractive and handsome to Belver.

In contrast, she found his various jealous reactions just cute.

"What are you doing here? I was waiting."

Bellatrix teased Belver by boldly extending her hand as if requesting an escort.

The leisure emanating from her whole body, the innate grace carved into her bearing, and her overwhelming confidence combined to make it look like a scene from a play.

Of course, Belver, playing the female lead, was dying inside.

"Yes. As my lady wishes."

Belver silently extended his hand without saying anything.

Anything he might say would be a minus factor in such a crowded place.

Even though he was dying of irritation, he had to endure for now.

To onlookers, the two left through the crowd, looking like a very close couple.

This became the catalyst for the serious spread of rumors that few had believed before.

Whew. Only when they reached a less populated area did Belver finally relax and let out a deep sigh.

The attention focused on them wherever they went and the sensation of their held hands was too embarrassing.

He couldn't understand why she had orchestrated something like this.

Even making him wear those horrible scraps of cloth.

It seemed like she had really resolved to thoroughly tease him today.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he saw nothing but a future of being thoroughly teased.

How did it come to this?

He, who had lived his whole life as a manly man, was wearing underwear that barely functioned as clothing and even received an escort like a real noble lady.

The cause of all this was this Bellatrix.

Belver glared at her with resentful, narrowed eyes.

However, Bellatrix didn't feel anything like remorse.

She was having far too much fun right now.

"What's wrong? Didn't you like it?"

Bellatrix answered with a leisurely smile.

Belver wanted to tell her to please stop smiling so handsomely, but knowing she would definitely tease him, he kept it in his heart.

Though one should clearly express what they want, Belver didn't know how to speak that way.

He was someone who lived going with the flow.

"I really didn't like it, okay? What are we going to do now?"

"Oh my. I put in so much effort thinking you'd like it. I even coordinated the clothes to create this scene."

Belver examined Bellatrix's outfit.

She was wearing comfortable casual clothes instead of her usual academy uniform.

And she had made herself look extremely stylish.

So this must be why she took the wallet yesterday.

Since it was originally hers, he felt no regret handing it over.

Belver, who had no particular use for money alone, had just given it to her.

"How could I like it?! Making me wear that... that indecent thing...!"

Belver euphemized, unable to say "sexy underwear."

Those things that were still asserting their presence under his uniform.

Even trying not to be conscious of them, they kept bothering him.

If anyone happened to see them, he would immediately beat Bellatrix senseless.

Bellatrix was momentarily confused by Belver's words.

True, she had planned to make him wear various things today.

But she had only planned to make him wear them, not actually make him wear anything yet.

Seeing the tears in his eyes from embarrassment, it clearly wasn't a lie.

Suddenly, she remembered what she had said before leaving yesterday.

"Did you actually wear that...?"

"Yes!! You told me to wear it!! Do you know how anxious I've been because of this?!"

Belver screamed with resentment.

Bellatrix finally understood why Belver had seemed especially modest today.

He had been trying hard to make sure it absolutely wouldn't show.

Since what he was wearing below was a skirt.

Having been a man, he wouldn't know about the option of wearing shorts underneath.

To think he had come wearing something that even Bellatrix had never worn once.

If Bellatrix had been in Belver's position, she would absolutely never have worn it.

Even though she had told him to wear it, the fact that he actually wore it made her think he was beyond a heavenly maiden to a heavenly female - though he would probably have a fit if he heard that thought.

'What did the book say to do in this situation?'

To get closer to Belver, Bellatrix had read books about how to handle difficult women and what young girls like.

Though she had lived as a woman her whole life, she knew she wasn't a normal woman, so they hadn't been particularly meaningful.

The girl in front of her now was overwhelmingly feminine in everything from her bearing to her thoughts and tastes.

Both books had said to do this when the woman in front of you seems upset.

"It's okay. It will suit you well."

"How would you know that, Lady Bellatrix!"

The books had said to compliment first, but apparently, that wasn't right.

Bellatrix had only read the first few pages so she didn't know other methods.

So she decided to do what she was good at.

"Then shall we take a look? There's no one around, so lift your skirt. I'll evaluate it."

Being shameless - something that could be called a basic nobility skill.

At least this would drive away the bad mood.

Suddenly, a chill ran through Bellatrix's head.

Would Belver really know this was a joke?

He often didn't understand when she suddenly joked around?

Especially in this state where he was heated up to his scalp?

Belver's face went beyond red to the verge of exploding.

Click. He ground his teeth and hung his head low.

He couldn't meet her eyes, though he considered doing what Bellatrix had said.

Because it was truly an indecent and shameful act.

He could feel tears welling up drop by drop.

He truly resented Bellatrix for making him do such shameful things.

When his trembling hand started reaching for the hem of his skirt, Bellatrix hurriedly stopped him.

"I was joking. I'm sorry. You don't have to do it, come here."

Sob. As soon as he was embraced, Belver burst into tears as his embarrassment and sadness exploded.

If he had been in his right mind, he would have immediately pulled away, saying it was embarrassing, but just for now, he quietly stayed in Bellatrix's embrace.

Though she was the one who had made him cry like this, paradoxically, the place where he felt most stable in this world was by her side.

Though he absolutely didn't want to admit it, being held in Bellatrix's firm embrace did make his heart feel at ease.

He really failed as a manly man.

Belver thought that at this rate, he was no different from a girl.

'I feel like I'm going crazy from embarrassment... I'll never let this happen again...! Help me, my inner manly man...!'

Along with this, he resolved never to cry like a girl like this again.

And it felt like his inner manly man was cheering him on, albeit in rough language.

Thanks to this, he had almost completely calmed down.

"I'll be more moderate from now on, so calm down. Okay?"

"Please just stop completely..."

"That might be difficult? The commoner is just too cute."

"I'm supposed to be cool..."

Bellatrix spoke honestly, unable to lie.

How could she hold back from teasing someone so cute?

Every tease brought reactions beyond expectations.

Look.

If she pokes here like this, she gets an explosive reaction.

"Eek?! Where are you touching so sneakily!! Pervert!!"

"Your side?"

This is why she absolutely couldn't stop teasing him.