Editing Kämpfer:Volume 9 Chapter 2





Volume 9, Chapter 2  


    Our school is a bit unusual. We have classes on opening day. This has drawn intense 

criticism, and several requests. However, the school seems to dismiss this, seemingly stating, 

"If we don't showcase this as a place where students can learn, not just a place where they 

can mess around, our image will suffer." Sure enough, external funding does have an impact.  


    The girls' department is currently having physical education. What's this? "Right after 

vacation, we have to exercise." Is that the way they think? This school.  


    I suddenly realized I could only keep my complaints to myself. Oh no, what should I do with 

my gym clothes? I suddenly became extremely anxious. I hurried back to the hallway and 

opened the lockers lined up there. The girls' department has individual l ockers.  


    I opened one next to the one with the cleaning supplies. I saw the words "Senou" written 

on it. This wasn't me, but the work of girls claiming to be my fans. This has caused a huge 

dispute over who wrote it. I hope you guys just do it casually. With a glimmer of hope, I 

opened the door. "...Empty."  


    Of course. I took everything home before my first semester graduation ceremony. "No 

matter what, you can't leave anything in your locker for more than 30 days." Whoever said 

that wouldn't have known how lazy I was. Let me show you the mold growing on m y 

uniform.  


    I know there's no mold in my bag. I sorted my cleaning supplies out, but there were no 

gym clothes.  


    "Oh my god..."  


    In the classroom, the anxious girls were already getting changed. Seeing a girl in her 

underwear was such a blessing. Why didn't I feel the energy to get aroused? My libido has 

decreased since becoming a woman, and more than anything else, I was more c oncerned 

with finding a way to deal with my own problems.  


    Let's borrow some clothes. But who can I borrow from? I'm quite tall for a girl, so there's 

only so many people I can borrow from. Short people can borrow from taller people, but not 

the other way around. And I don't have any close relationships with a ny of the girls.  


    However, the gym clothes at Seitetsu Academy are the same from first to third year, and 

the name tags only indicate the grade. So, borrowing from girls in other grades is fine. 

Please, Kondou Mikoto... No, she's shorter than me.  


    And I can't borrow from the boys' team either. That would be a huge problem. We're in the 

same grade, so why are we using different gym clothes?  


    I heard it's to emphasize gender differences. If there's any discrimination, I should file a 

complaint.  


    Suddenly, I was at a loss. Not really. I had someone I could borrow from, but it was just a 

last resort, and I didn't want to do it.  


    But things were getting so tangible that there were no other options.  


    "...Damn it."  


    There was no other way. I made up my mind and ran out of the second -year building, 

where I was, towards the third -year building.  


    I reached my target classroom. Since I was a Kämpfer, I was quick.  


    It was break time, so there were voices. I ignored them and resolutely opened the door.  


    "President!"  


    Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on me. Oh, there aren't any students who would do 

something like this?  


    Shizuku, who was sitting in the corner, slowly stood up and walked towards me.  


    "What's up, Senou -san?" She didn't add "Kimi" at the end, but "classmate," perhaps 

because she always valued standing up for herself. Never mind, it's okay, I'll just ignore it.  


    "Uh, I have a request..."  


    "That's rare. Everyone's watching."  


    Looking over, I saw the third graders in the classroom watching us and whispering 

something.  


    "Why...?"  


    "Probably because of what happened this morning."  


    So that's what happened. The person who thought Shizuku and I were getting along 

changed their expressions. It even became a hot topic. I wondered if I should raise my hand 

to deny it, or forget it. There was no need to be so polite.  


    But it was the woman in front of me who put me in this position. She looked so natural.  


    "What's up?"  


    "Ah... yes."  


    I told her about the gym clothes.  


    "Did you forget?"  


    "Hmm..."  


    "Because you're tall, ordinary girls can't do that."  


    Exactly. Shizuku is quite tall for the girls' club, just a little shorter than me. So I can wear 

her clothes.  


    After hearing what I asked, Shizuku had a rare look of amusement.  


    "Um... I'm lending you my gym clothes, Senou -san."  


    "Ah..."  


    What's wrong with that guy? How did everyone hear it? The classroom erupted in laughter. 

They kept yelling. Like an ambulance whose sirens couldn't be heard.  


    "No problem, I'll lend it to you."  


    I didn't say a word. The third -grade adults made all sorts of accompaniment.  


    "You're such a couple, huh?"  


    "Using the same clothes as a token of love."  


    "The president is so cool."  


    I just thought it was so cool.  


    I started to get anxious, but Shizuku ignored me, walked to her locker, took out her gym 

clothes, and handed them to me.  


    "Here."  


    "Thank you."  


    I took it unconsciously with both hands. It was so neatly folded. If I took this to the boys' 

club and sold it at auction, it would definitely fetch an unimaginable price.  


    "It's already been washed."  


    "...It's been in the closet?"  


    "Idiot, I brought it here today."  


    She prepared it a long time ago. She has physical education class this afternoon, right? In 

any case, she wouldn't be a fool like me.  


    "No need to wash it before returning it."  


    "Then I'll take it."  


    "If you like it, you can take it back."  


    "Then I'll be respectful...no thanks!"  


    I grumbled quietly. Don't say things like that in a normal tone. I nodded unconsciously, 

didn't I?  


    Anyway, I thanked her and then returned to my classroom. The third -year girls were all 

spreading rumors like, "It's so exciting that beautiful girls take turns wearing the same 

clothes." Seniors, please respect yourselves.  


    When I got back to the classroom, it was empty. That way, I could start changing in peace. 

Shizuku's gym clothes were fine, except they were a little small. But there was something a 

little weird about the "Shizuku" written on the chest. It seemed I wa sn't the only one 

thinking this; as soon as I left the playground, a group of girls gathered around me.  


    "Senou -san, um, isn't that the president's?"  


    "Ah—borrowing gym clothes? That's impressive."  


    "Could it be that there's something smelly on them?"  


    How could they possibly do something like that? What are you imagining?  


    The class monitor and the others quickly came over. Why are all three of them holding 

cameras? Is this okay?  


    "Haha, that's a great pose."  


    "Natsuru -san's getting excited."  


    "No doubt about it, this will be a hit."  


    There's no need to explain who said those lines. They quickly snapped the shutter. I tried 

to cover the name tag, but it was too late. Digital cameras are truly the worst thing humanity 

has ever invented.  


    "Can you make it look better for me?"  


    "That's a very erotic pose, Natsuru -san."  


    "You can't do it for money without some physical sacrifice."  


    Who would do that? I desperately suppressed the urge to explode, muttering, "Don't take 

pictures," as I ran from this place. Ah, it's really not good to be unable to change my voice.  


    Then, someone lifted the hem of my tracksuit. Hey, stop it. I borrowed it.  


    "That's too much..."  


    It was Akane who did it. Akane rolled her eyes and looked at me with resentment.  


    "What's wrong..."  


    "This is the president's tracksuit... Are you showing it to me?"  


    Akane's voice seemed to rise from the invincible swamp. The class monitors were 

shouting, "It's already hell!" "Shhh!"  


    "This script works." Can't you all be a little quieter?  


    "This, I'm not showing you anything..."  


    "You actually borrowed it..."  


    "That's because I forgot to bring it, and no one else has my size."  


    "You must have forgotten on purpose..."  


    Even after I said no, she still didn't seem to believe me. I had to bear the humiliation and 

borrow it from her. What she said was really excessive.  


    "Why did you do that..."  


    "If you don't, we can't have class."  


    "The president must be thinking this will benefit her."  


    Is that right? That woman is always plotting something, and that makes perfect sense.  


    On the playground, the female teacher called for assembly. Let's put the conversation 

aside. We lined up in front of the gym teacher.  


    Although the weather wasn't great, the class was outside. The subject was tennis. That 

was good, but the female teacher added something unnecessary, "If you're good at tennis, 

you'll be popular with the boys."  


    The class seemed impressed, but I don't think so.  


    "Since it's doubles, let's just find someone to form a team with."  


    Following the teacher's instructions, we split into pairs.  


    If it were the boys' team, I'd probably be paired with Higashida, right? That's why rumors 

like, "You two are really a Homo sapiens team!" Ugh, what Homo sapiens? Being paired with 

someone like that is so boring.  


    Now, for the girls' team, let's pair up with Akane. See if it's a good match. I wonder if she's 

still mad.  


    "Um... Akane -chan..."  


    "..." 


    "Um, a tennis..."  


    Without getting a response, the two of them just picked up the ball and walked away, 

looking back at the girl from the tennis club. She expertly hit the numbered ball back into the 

basket. This skill must have taken her a lot of practice. Oh my god, do  people even teach 

physical education in this school?  


    I looked at the girls' second -year fourth class. The vice -class monitor was hitting the ball 

back, yelling "Ohlia" and "Wacha!" It was a beautiful return. She's actually quite good at 

sports, but she's just shy of attending gym activities. The class mo nitor was also diligently 

returning the ball, looking rather adorable with her glasses on.  


    The accountant, squinting her glasses, returned about one out of ten shots, muttering with 

satisfaction, "Well, I did a pretty good job today."  


    I was feeling the same way (satisfied?).  


    "...You've been sounding cheerful since just now," Akane finally said. Sure enough, she was 

angry. So I borrowed a ball from a girl in the tennis club and started practicing.  


    While I had no tennis experience as a man, I was now a woman, a Kämpfer. My athletic 

ability had greatly improved, so playing tennis was a piece of cake for me.  


    The girls all stared at me in surprise, and even the other first -year girls came over to see 

what was going on.  


    "Natsuru -san is really popular..."  


    "Really? Is that so?"  


    "And she's wearing the president's gymnastics uniform."  


    So that's why, but could such a small thing boost her popularity?  


    Since we were playing in pairs, we still had to exchange balls, right? So Akane joined me in 

playing tennis, and a sympathetic voice rang out from here,  


    "Hey...you're obviously a sports idiot..."  


    Yes, Akane is indeed not good at sports. Of course, this refers to before the transformation, 

but after the transformation, her physical abilities such as jumping are greatly improved, 

including her violent temper.  


    "Little Akane, come on," this is my voice.  


    "Yeah...oops."  


    I felt like I slipped. How should I put it? Being able to step on something on a bare surface 

is a talent, I guess…  


    I ran over to where she'd fallen and helped her up. How can I describe the feeling in my 

hand? A deep, soft feeling crept back from that hand, a feeling I'd never experienced before.  


    A voice, like something out of a comic, echoed.  


    "It hurts… It hurts…"  


    "Are you alright?"  


    Her body bent over, tears welling in her eyes. She pressed down on her knee, as if it hurt.  


    "It's alright… When did it get so slippery here?"  


    It was during gym class, and what I'd heard from Kondou Mikoto had become real.  


    "It's bleeding already…"  


    "It's okay…"  


    Suddenly, a chill ran down my head. I looked up at the sky. Dark clouds covered the entire 

sky, and rain was falling.  


    "It looks like it's going to rain for a long time."  


    As I spun, the rain grew heavier, and within minutes, it was pouring. Wow, there was even 

thunder! The squad leader instructed everyone, "Go somewhere with a roof."  


    Akane, who was quite dutiful, and I followed the group toward the school building, 

shoulder to shoulder. She kept saying, "It's okay to go this far, isn't it?" As a woman, I was still 

quite strong, so these little things didn't matter. But as a man, I' d probably run out of 

energy...  


    It quickly turned into a downpour, with large raindrops falling, making it difficult to see 

ahead. In order to support Akane, my pace slowed down, and my head was wet. Finally, after 

a while of rushing, I arrived at the school building. Oh, what should  I do about the physical 

education class?  


    Finally, the teacher said, "It seems that we can’t go to the playground. Let’s go to the 

classroom." Then let’s go to the health room.  


    The class monitor came over and said,  


    "Natsuru -san, you take Nishino -san to the health room."  


    "Me? But this kind of injury..."  


    This answer did not come from me but from Akane. However, the class monitor shook her 

head and replied,  


    "Treatment is not a bad thing. The teacher said so."  


    The tone of her words could not be denied. Akane was speechless and could only answer 

"yes".  


    I felt that the impression of the class monitor in my eyes had changed.  


    "Class monitor, you really look like a class monitor."  


    "Really?"  


    Don't say such weird things with that expression, but in the literal sense, nothing has 

changed (?)  


    So Akane and I walked towards the health room together, shoulder to shoulder. She said, 

"It's not that serious, actually," as she reached the infirmary. I whispered, "Excuse me," but 

there was no response, so I pulled the doorknob and walked in.  


    Oh, there we are. Akane and I entered the empty infirmary.  


    The air conditioning wasn't on, making it feel even emptier.  


    "Akane, how's your injury?"  


    I asked, finally able to have a normal conversation.  


    "It's really nothing, though it looks a little red..."  


    I looked over and saw a large red patch on her knee. While there was no external bleeding, 

internal bleeding was still a possibility.  


    "If it doesn't hurt, that's good."  


    "Compared to that, you're all wet..."  


    Akane wiped her forehead several times. We were indeed both soaked. In this hot 

weather, you could catch a cold, which would be troublesome later.  


    "I think it's best to borrow a towel."  


    I actually wanted to use my own, but that would probably anger her again, so I gratefully 

accepted her offer.  


    I immediately saw one by the bed, but it looked heavy. Perhaps it had been used many 

times?  


    So I took the towel from Akane and wiped my forehead.  


    But come to think of it, I'm actually a man. Using this towel to wipe the rain —how should I 

put it? —felt a bit strange.  


    Akane slowly began to wipe her damp hair. She still looked like a girl.  


    "Um... Natsuru -san."  


    "Hmm?"  


    "Sorry... I want to wipe myself too..." (somewhat sinisterly).  


    Actually, I want to wipe myself too. It's so uncomfortable being soaked.  


    She slowly twisted her body. "So... so..."  


    "Huh?"  


    Finally realizing it, I think I've started to get used to being with girls. No, no, I've been 

acting like a woman for a while now. I almost forgot I'm still a man (really?).  


    At this moment, Akane's face seemed to turn red.  


    "Um, although you can always see if you want..." (I was speechless).  


    "..." 


    I turned my back to Akane, speechless. How could she possibly want to see? Why did she 

become like Shizuku?  


    I also started to wipe myself, taking off my top. I just realized this is Shizuku's leotard, and 

I'm in a man's leotard —a man wearing Shizuku's leotard.  


    Ah, just thinking about it...  


    I'm embarrassed to take it off. Even if it's just a leotard, isn't it perverted for a man to wear 

women's clothes? This really feels like a "Maria" comedy. And he's thinking about taking off 

his gym shorts too. That could be a big deal or not. I should  go to the bathroom and change. 

But imagine Shizuku's soaking wet leotard in front of me, with a naked man wiping himself 

there. Isn't that a weird scene? Anyone who sees it will definitely report it.  


    Just as I was trying to finish quickly, I heard a voice in the hallway, and it looked like it was 

approaching.  


    I panicked. What I just imagined had become reality... I thought about becoming a woman, 

but even then, I'd still be naked. If it was a man, it would be a disaster.  


    The voices seemed to be heading towards the health room. I guess I'd be inside soon. In 

order to prevent any major accidents, I should find a place to hide. Oh, where should I hide?  


    I saw a big cabinet, um, it is used to store cleaning tools, so I will hide there. So I picked up 

the clothes I took off.  


    Just then, the door to the cleaning room opened.  


    "Come in!"  


    Akane was inside. I went in and closed the door.  


    "Why?"  


    "I was so embarrassed, so I came in..."  


    Speaking of which, Akane's voice had disappeared because she'd gotten in here. So, she'd 

stripped naked to dry herself off? That's fine (not at all!), but this was a serious problem.  


    "Akane -chan, I'm not wearing any clothes either..."  


    Akane finally realized it, and her entire body seemed to turn red, though it was hard to tell 

in the dim light.  


    "Natsuru -san...are you naked too?"  


    "I was just about to dry myself off, too."  


    "A naked man...?!"  


    Even so, I hadn't expected this to happen...  


    The cleaning room was dark and cramped, with cleaning utensils piled up at my feet. 

Honestly, I couldn't even stand. And there seemed to be something crammed behind me.  


    And most importantly... Akane and I were completely naked together in this secret room!  


    "Akane... aren't you wearing anything at all...?"  


    "I was just about to put it on... but it's Natsuru -san... why isn't he wearing anything?"  


    Both of them were completely naked. What the hell was going on? This was a serious issue 

between men and women.  


    "I, I'm going out."  


    "...Ah, but it looks like someone's about to come in."  


    The person in the hallway finally entered the infirmary. I cracked the door open a crack and 

peeked out.  


    "No one's here!"  


    "Here!! Oh no, they're not here."  


    "Akane —, Natsuru -san—, are you there —?" 


    the vice -class monitor yelled at the top of her lungs. Even if they were, she wouldn't have 

replied.  


    "Well, the teacher said today's class is over, and it's study time next —" 


    That's great! You even came all the way here to tell me. Thank you so much for your 

concern.  


    Through the crack in the door, I watched them take turns taking the clothes that Akane and 

I had taken off. Thank you so much, and get out of here quickly.  


    We were both too scared to say a word. If the three of them found out, things would get 

really out of control. They'd definitely take pictures and threaten us, and then I wouldn't be 

able to hold my head up high.  


    (Natsuru -san) Akane said in a very low voice  


    (Be quiet)  


    (But, but I can't stand up)  


    It's really a bit crowded. Look at Akane, she's half -crouching now  


    (Hey, can you come a little closer?)  


    (Hey!! ...Okay, I'll come closer)  


    Akane's body fell towards me, and right there in the cabinet, Akane and I were naked and 

leaning against each other. Is this an April Fool's joke?  


    "Is Natsuru -san here?"  


    "Not here?"  


    "Did you go to the bathroom? We brought some change of clothes."  


    They weren't going to the bathroom, so please go back. However, the three of them 

showed no intention of going back. Instead, they sat down on the bed.  


    At the same time, the girl next to me was rubbing against my chest  


    (Hey! What are you doing, Little Akane?)  


    (Natsuru -san's breasts are so warm) PS: Dear readers, please don't think in the wrong way. 

Ye: If you think in the wrong way, go to face the wall!  


    This conversation really left me speechless. I wanted to tell you to stay away from me but I 

couldn't say it (It would be a big deal if I got caught. Can you please behave yourself?)  


    (How can you be like this… Natsuru -san is so cunning) PS: You really are the kind of person 

who will fall down without being pushed  


    (Huh, what's the connection?)  


    (Didn't you do that with the president?)  


    (No) This is a misunderstanding  


    (Didn't you live at the president's house and sleep in the same bed with the president?)  


    (Later, I escaped from her house)  


    (Does that mean I was the first one… yeah)  


    It's so strange, why am I so happy? But Akane's body was still a little damp and incredibly 

soft. Unfortunately, even though I wanted to avoid looking, there was nothing in this closet 

except cleaning supplies. (You can look if you want.)  


    "Natsuru -san and the others still haven't come back."  


    "They must be doing something naughty in the bathroom right now."  


    I peeked through the crack in the door. The class monitor jumped out of bed, and the vice -

class monitor was drinking milk. Drinking milk after exercise —isn't that bad for your health?  


    "They must be hugging each other naked right now."  


    "We need to take a picture right now,"  


    Akane said, even nudging me.  


    "Natsuru -san..."  


    (What's going on?)  


    (It's too crowded here. Can we hug each other?)  


    Wait, why are you suddenly doing this?  


    (It's too crowded, so if we don't hug each other...)  


    No matter what, we can't do this. It doesn't make any sense.  


    (She agreed by not saying anything.) With that, Akane actually put her arms around me. 

We were both completely naked and hugging each other. This wasn't going to go well.  


    If it were any other time, she'd be terribly embarrassed. But now... she probably didn't 

mean it. Anyway, I'm the one with the problem now, hugging a naked girl. No matter how 

much I don't want to, I can't overcome my physiological reaction, and she st arts to lick me 

(Ye: You have to respect yourself).  


    I tried my best to stay calm. Now I have a heart as clear as a mirror and still water, but 

there are always things around me that make me have distracting thoughts. It turns out that 

my cultivation is still not enough.  


    No, no, this is also a challenge. I have to stick to Natsuru. Now is not the time to joke  


    (Um, no matter what Natsuru does to me, I won't get angry... Um, please don't mind what 

I said just now)  


    You'll definitely be mad at me after you transform. However, Akane was hugging me and 

rubbing against me, making me feel itchy inside. What's that called... first breastfeeding? 

(Just imagine it) I thought to myself, thank goodness it wasn't Shizuku, t his is so great... Hey, 

is this the time to have fun?  


    Just then, she hugged me tighter and tighter. Hey, what are you doing? If you keep doing 

that, my thing will get hard.  


    "Huh? Did you hear anything?" the vice -class monitor said. That was an illusion, that was 

an illusion.  


    "There's no one else in the bed."  


    "Yeah, there are only three of us," the class monitor replied.  


    "Okay, that's it. Don't let us find out."  


    "Really?"  


    "Shouldn't we go back now? ... Ah."  


    Just as she finished speaking, she dropped the milk carton in her hand.  


    "It leaked a little bit."  


    "Just wipe it off," she said, and the vice -class monitor walked towards us. Hey —speaking of 

which, this is the cabinet for cleaning tools, so of course she'll go in there to find a rag...  


    (Natsuru -san)  


    (What should I do?) Akane raised the most urgent issue at the moment, but there's 

nothing I can do now.  


    "It should be in here, right?"  


    "It seems so."  


    Ah, she really came over. What should I do if it's opened? At that moment, I wished I could 

be Kämpfer and teleport  


    (Oh no!). In a moment of desperation, I grabbed a mop and pressed it against the door.  


    "Hey, this won't open."  


    "Isn't it locked?"  


    Then the accountant came over.  


    If they managed to get the box open, I'd be screwed.  


    (Little Akane also came to help.) (Ah... okay!)  


    The two of us pushed hard against the door, and the mop I'd been using to hold it in place 

made a cracking sound.  


    "Won't it open?"  


    "Let's push together, all three of us."  


    "Why don't you just give up? This is terrible."  


    But with ten seconds left before I was expelled, a miracle happened.  


    "Ah, here you are!" The voice sounded like it was from one of our classes... What was her 

name?  


    "Class monitor, you guys should go back to the classroom. The homeroom teacher seems 

to have gone back."  


    "It's study time."  


    "Our homeroom teacher said we were going to play some game."  


    The homeroom teacher was really unbearable. But it was so nice that she came at this 

time. It was like God had taken pity on me.  


    The three of us placed our change of clothes on the bed and left the infirmary.  


    After making sure they were gone, we gathered our cleaning supplies and left the closet.  


    "That was so scary just now."  


    "Hmm..."  


    I sat on the bed, staring at the box. It was really hot in there. My body, having just dried, 

was now drenched in sweat again.  


    "Don't you want to wipe yourself, Akane?"  


    "Of course you do... but..."  


    Suddenly, I realized we were completely naked. I quickly turned around.  


    I noticed the uniform on the bed and took it. It was women's. I was about to become a 

woman (sigh). Then I quickly dried myself. But it was a close call. What if that door was 

opened and we were discovered, naked and hugging each other? You can imagine  what 

would happen next.  


    As I changed, Akane seemed to have finished her job. I looked back and saw her face was 

red as fire, steam rising from it.  


    "I'm sorry, Natsuru -san"  


    "It's okay, it's all over anyway"  


    "But...but we hugged each other and were completely...naked..."  


    "...Ah"  


    "I think couples do this kind of thing" (That should be the case, it seems to be a 

grammatical error here)  


    "..." 


    Is that so? I really don't have much experience with this kind of thing. This is the first time 

I've been hugged by a naked girl. Today is one of my anniversaries.  


    "So...that"  


    Akane seemed to be about to say something very important.  


    After a while, she finally made up her mind and said it, "I want Natsuru -san to meet my 

parents."  


    "Ah...Hey hey?"  


    Even if I screamed like that, probably no one would come to help me out of this 

predicament.  


























==Translator's Notes==
This chapter was translated from the Chinese translation of the original Japanese text.
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