Ch.137 A Little Girl Drinking Alcohol. Yep, Very Criminal

"Hmm..... Puhaaa."

Night.

When it comes to nighttime, it's all about alcohol.

When it comes to evenings, it's all about alcohol.

So, here I am drinking alcohol.

I didn't get as drunk as I expected.

Even though I'm a little girl now.

Well, I do feel a little bit drunk, but... I feel the same as I had yesterday.

If anything, I feel less drunk than when I have a cold.

It's fine, I'm legally an adult, after all.

Physically I'm a little girl, but legally I'm an adult.

Since it's legal for companies to have legal personality to lower their taxes, shouldn't it be okay for little girls to claim they're adults and drink alcohol?

It's okay, after all, I'm just one individual, and kind of cute too.

"Ahh... delicious."

A drink to be savored in the mouth and then in the throat.

A pleasant scent and a stimulating sensation envelop me.

Expensive alcohol is definitely good, isn't it?

I usually drink cheap liquor, but I always keep some on standby in the refrigerator for occasions like this.

The expensive ones are definitely different.

Cheap drinks are tasty, but I also want to drink expensive ones.

That's what motivates me to work.

That's the only reason I live.

"But still, a girl, huh? I never thought something like this would happen."

When you live alone, you tend to talk to yourself more.

Because if you don't speak for days, you might end up only being able to say "Uh... uh..." when responding to someone.

Therefore, it's important to keep using your vocal cords.

It's absolutely not because this child's voice is cute, or because I get a thrill from making this voice.

That's definitely not it.

Probably.

But to turn into a girl at a place that looked like a fountain of wishes in a dungeon.

Well, this is probably an extremely rare case, so there might not be anyone else who has experienced this... but considering my current situation, it's not impossible.

Perhaps there are countless little girls in this world.

Everyone is important to them, and there are little girls who keep their secrets hidden because they know no one will believe them anyway.

What is that? Scary.

Countless little girls.

And what's more, they're all a man inside.

...Thinking about it that way makes me feel like the value of little girls would plummet, so I'll stop there...

But I don't think there will be that many.

I mean, me, into a girl like this?

If something like this happened to an ordinary person, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

If I didn't have the ability to conceal things, someone would notice and it would become a problem before long.

I'll probably be fine, though.

I have various types of stealth skills, which means there are various types of dungeons.

"Ah, alcohol is great."

All my worries about what to do next and my anxieties about the future just vanish.

"................................................"

...It seems that my emotions tend to fluctuate easily, regardless of whether I'm drunk or not.

Let's stop here for now.

I put the alcohol down and have a glass of water.

"Phew"

If I get too drunk, I won't be able to read, so I'll try my best to be safe.

But, surprisingly, this body can handle it too... I realize that now.

I may look small, but I wonder if my insides are still that of an adult's.

I glanced in the mirror.

There's a blonde, blue-eyed little girl who's a bit tipsy from alcohol, her face is a little red, she's a little sweaty, her hair and clothes are a little disheveled.

How dangerous.

Since I have alcohol inside me, all I can think is, "That's cute" Though.

...But inside, I'm still an adult.

So, does that mean the secondary sexual characteristics as well?

"................................................"

Girl.

Secondary sexual characteristics.

That's where the splatter effect comes in.

...I'll think about it when the bleeding starts... Oh, but maybe I should buy some sanitary products...?

When I was carrying my mom's shopping bags, I often saw her buying those kinds of things at pharmacies and stuff like that... so I thought she actually used them quite a bit.

Oh well, I'll deal with it when the time comes.

I can be scared one day when blood gushes from my crotch.

Getting scared now will only be a needless worry.

"Phew..."

Still in a daze, enjoying the slightly floating sensation in the room, I suddenly realized that the alcohol is subsiding faster than I expected.

I suddenly thought of healing magic.

Mine is just a beginner's version, but it works well for hangovers and migraines, so I find it very useful.

Magic is considerably less effective outside of dungeons, but it can still be used for lighter spells.

...But the healing magic...it's stronger than I expected...?

I got drunk and sobered up with less MP than usual.

Then, one more glass.

I gulped down my drink.

...Well, I don't lose anything by doing this, but...if that's the case, I should weaken it a little bit, otherwise it'll be a waste because it'll ruin the feeling of being drunk.

It's a shame to waste such a nice drink.

Yeah, I'll be careful.

...But with this appearance, it's dangerous to go outside.

I've started doing all my usual grocery shopping online.

...Putting each one in the cart...it's such a hassle...

Well, I might turn back by tomorrow, so there's probably no need to worry too much.

I hope so.

Turn back?

If a girl with this appearance were walking alone in a rural area like this... she'd probably get grabbed by the hand by some older woman, and then the police would take her away...

Yeah.

I'm a cute girl, even if you put it mildly.

Little girl.

Those who are protected.

Even as a man, I find this appearance to evoke a protective instinct in me.

I don't want to be seen by a woman, let alone a man... I need to go to the toilet.

Maybe it was because I was feeling dazed from the alcohol, but I stumbled into a restroom, turned my backside to the toilet, and then remembered, "Oh yeah, I can't sit down normally," so I used my whole body to lift my bottom, and then—

Shaaaaaaaaa.

Smells of alcohol.

It gives the illusion that only alcohol is coming out.

"...Phew"

...I was so embarrassed back then, but I've already gotten completely used to it. I wonder if that's amazing or not.

Well, I guess it's normal when you consider that half the world's population are like this.

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"...Ouch..."

I woke up when my head bumped against a bottle of alcohol.

This is what happens when you have a drinking party around the futon.

It's okay, it's nothing compared to when you get hit really hard.

"................................................"

I slowly got up.

—Tiny hands, tiny feet, slender legs touching the futon...and a crotch that doesn't dangle, isn't wearing anything, is too neat and tidy.

Yeah.

"My body hasn't returned to normal yet... Yaawn..."

...This might drag on.

What an outrageous "thing"—becoming a girl.

"...Ah, another day off... My vacation days for this year are gone..."

Well, it can't be helped.

It's not like I'm getting ambushed by an FOE in a dungeon and die instantly, or end up paralyzed.

Being physically intact... in a way, it feels like I lost everything and then everything was renewed.

These things happen in a long life, don't they?

I need to change my mindset.

--I've become a girl.

If things continue like this, it could last for days, weeks... or even months.

That means I have to somehow make a living in this form.

...My face and everything else has changed, so my DNA must be completely different too.

In other words, currently, my continuity and certainty can only be guaranteed by my own memories.

Even I've started to stop questioning it myself.

I try not to think about it because it's scary.

Something like this has never happened in a dungeon before, so there's no guarantee the Dungeon Association will believe it, and I'm even doubtful my dad and the others will believe it.

Then, naturally, police officers are also out of the question.

If things go wrong, they might not even listen to anything... because I look just like a kid.

Because of the dungeon, a grown man turning this cute.

"................................Huh!?"

...When I saw the tiny figure with blue eyes and golden hair that reached down to her bottom in the mirror, I realized we were staring at each other so intently that I couldn't breathe.

...I should probably try not to look in the mirror too much...But, but, I can't really accept that I've become such a cute girl.

I certainly wouldn't believe it.

For example, even if someone told me that my father had ended up like this, unless something really serious happened...

"Ah."

If I had friends... like best friends or something, I guess I could manage somehow, but I don't have anyone like that... well, I do have some acquaintances, though.

I wonder if there's a wonderful person out there who would believe even the most outlandish things I say.

"...My loner nature is really working against me in a place like this..."

These days, do they call people like this "introverts" or something?

No, that's not right.

Even introverts form groups.

Someone like me, who genuinely considered books my only friends, couldn't even be called an introvert.

An outcast from the world in every respect.

The sad thing about my fatally weak human relationships.

……Yeah.

Once I'm back to being a man, I'll try my best to make some friends...

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