The Femboy Training Plan Begins

Decision made, time to act.

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

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

"Hey, Elf-kun. I have a condition to save your sister — and no, it's not becoming a slave. Something you can do."

"W-what is it?"

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

He blinked, tilting his head.

"Um… why?"

"Maybe you're hungry? Here, grilled scallops. Eat."

"Th-thank you."

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

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

I smiled. He nodded awkwardly.

"… Okay. If you'll save my sister…"

"Of course, underwear and socks too — everything, the full girly set."

"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. Complimenting him will stoke that shame. Heh heh.

"Pick the cutest outfit from that crate yourself. Skirt, please. I want to see your coordination!"

"O-okay… Um, where are we, anyway?"

He finally noticed the weirdness that is the storage space.

"Sorry. My hideout. I lied about enemies — it's safe here."

"Hideout… it's so big and… empty?"

The storage space stretched endlessly. I've placed some furniture, my luggage, the crates I stole, and some logs here. There's even a 'floor', but not really anything in the way of a ceiling or walls.

There wasn't anything visible out there, and it's so vast you wouldn't even want to check.

There are other spaces, too: a pantry for booze and food, and a closet for the originals of my clothes. I can make as many as I want.

Too much of a cheat. Maybe I'll store the ocean next.

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

"R-right."

Good. Maybe I'll just take Gomez's hideout, building and all.

"Oh — your name?"

"Um…"

"If you don't want to say, 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. Pick your outfit."

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

Oh! Gold coins! Whole sacks. He was 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!