The Femboy Training Plan Begins

Decision made, time to act.

I peeked outside the storage space: Gomez and his goons were heading to a base on land. I'll leave them be for a bit. I'm curious about that artifact, Poseidon — I'll grab it once they're back on the ship.

Now then, time to play the devil — er, angel — on the elf boy's shoulder.

"Hey, Elf-kun. I have one condition for saving your sister — and no, it's not becoming a slave. It's something you can easily do."

"W-what is it?"

"I'd like you to dress as a girl!!"

He blinked, tilting his head.

"Um… why?"

"You must be hungry, right? Here, have some grilled scallops."

"Th-thank you."

The buttery aroma won him over. He accepted and dug in. He hadn't eaten in days — he looked ready to eat the shell too.

"All full now? Then you'll dress as a girl, right?"

I smiled. He gave an awkward nod.

"… Okay. If it means you'll save my sister…"

"And of course, that includes underwear and socks — the full girly set, head to toe."

"W-why!?"

"Because I want to see you at your cutest. If you look super cute, I'll be extra motivated to save her."

"Uu…"

Good, he's blushing. Laying on the compliments will fan the flames of his embarrassment. Heh heh.

"Pick out the cutest outfit from that crate yourself. A skirt, please. I want to see your sense of coordination!"

"O-okay… Um, where are we, anyway?"

He finally noticed how strange the storage space was.

"Sorry. This is my hideout. I lied about the enemies — it's safe here."

"Hideout… it's so big and… empty?"

The storage space stretched on endlessly. I'd placed some furniture, my luggage, the crates I stole, and some logs here. There was even a 'floor', but nothing in the way of a ceiling or walls.

There was nothing visible beyond that, and the space was so vast you wouldn't even want to check.

I've set up other spaces too: a pantry for booze and food, and a closet for the originals of my clothes. I can create as many as I want.

What a cheat. Maybe I'll store the ocean next.

"I'll build a house here someday — don't worry about it. Besides, it's rude to pry into a maiden's secrets."

"R-right."

That shut him up. Maybe I'll just take Gomez's hideout, building and all.

"Oh — your name?"

"Um…"

"If you don't want to tell me, a fake name is fine."

He hesitated. Whatever. Karina-chan doesn't sweat the small stuff. Nobody outranks the Goddess anyway.

"Then… call me Dea."

"Okay! Dea-chan! Call me Karina-oneechan!"

"… -chan…"

"One sec, Dea-chan. Go pick out your outfit."

Looks like Gomez just arrived at his base. He's bagging papers and stacking loot — evidence, nice.

Oh! Gold coins! Whole sacks of them. He'd been hoarding! Score!

… Skimming 10% is fine, right?

Dea-chan's sister isn't at this base. On the ship, then? Or already sold?

I'll ask Gomez. Continue surveillance!