I Ended Up Cross-Dressing, My Secret Relationship with a Handsome Guy (BL) - Chapter 3

At a time when I’d normally still be at school, I found myself somewhere else entirely.

No—at this point, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I was spending most of my after-school hours here.

The room was twice the size of mine, decorated in calm, muted tones, with a large, luxurious sofa, desk, and bed that seemed far too extravagant for a high school boy.

Yet, despite the overwhelming elegance, the bookshelves were filled with trendy manga and nostalgic classics, making the space feel oddly relatable.

But at this moment, relatability was the least of my concerns.

“Yes! Yes, Saito! Try looking a little more bashful!”

“…L-Like this?”

“Perfect!”

I was sitting on the floor of this absurdly spacious and spotless room, wearing a maid outfit.

The soft fabric spread neatly around me, my bare legs exposed beneath it.

I wasn’t even wearing shoes.

“This is amazing! The way your ankle bones slightly stick out, combined with how thin and pale your legs are—perfection. You’re a natural talent, Saito.”

“That is, without a doubt, the worst compliment I have ever received.”

“Don’t be shy.”

“Kiryu, what the hell is going on in your head? What exactly do you see when you look at me?”

“The cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

The first time he said that, I almost felt flustered.

Now? Completely numb.

In Kiryu’s hands was a high-end DSLR camera—the kind professionals used.

Next to him stood studio lighting equipment, set up like an actual photoshoot set.

None of this was here at the start.

At first, he had only used his phone to take pictures.

Then, one day, he suddenly declared, “Saito’s talent shouldn’t be wasted on a phone camera,” and before I knew it, an entire professional-grade photography setup had materialized.

And, of course—Kiryu was rich.

The first time I visited his house, I was stunned.

Marble floors in the entryway, a massive front hall, expensive paintings on the walls, and a subtle but luxurious fragrance in the air—it was a completely different world from mine.

“Hey, hey, why are you getting closer?!”

“A maid looking up with a bashful expression is a man’s ultimate fantasy.”

Kiryu looked down at me, his expression smug.

A vein twitched on my forehead.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE PICTURES OF MY FACE!”

“You’ve been saying that since the beginning, but don’t you think it’s time to let it go? Your face is pretty, you know.”

“I AM A GUY.”

“Yeah, but you were curious about cross-dressing, weren’t you?”

“Ghh—!”

His clear, unwavering gaze pierced through me, and I bit my lip hard.

That was right.

I still hadn’t taken back what I said that day.

That rainy afternoon, Kiryu had dragged me into his mansion before I even understood what was happening.

And before I could protest, I was stuffed into a sailor uniform, and the photoshoot began.

The endless shutter clicks, Kiryu’s excited breathing, his wide, gleaming eyes—that day, I officially stopped seeing him as an attractive guy.

“Hey, don’t bite your lip like that.”

A soft, warm touch pressed against my lips.

It took less than a second to realize what it was.

Kiryu’s finger—his right index finger—was gently pressed against my bitten lip.

He was already too close, and now he was kneeling right in front of me, his expression weirdly serious.

For a brief moment, he almost looked… chivalrous.

As if he were about to—

“D-DON’T TOUCH ME SO CASUALLY, YOU IDIOT!”

With a loud smack, I slapped his hand away.

That was close.

I almost fell for the handsome-guy illusion.

This was why attractive people were dangerous.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I looked back at Kiryu—

And saw him blushing with an unsettling look of satisfaction.

“…Disgusting.”

“Wait—hearing that actually turns me on a little, so maybe ease up a bit?”

“YOU’RE SERIOUSLY DISGUSTING!!!”

This man—Sora Kiryu—was a far bigger pervert than I had ever imagined.

Flashback: A Few Days Ago

After the intense sailor uniform photoshoot, I was completely drained.

Kiryu’s house wasn’t too far from school, but because of the heavy rain, my shoes and pants had been completely drenched.

Feeling bad about dripping water all over his expensive floor, I was about to leave—but Kiryu stopped me.

Before I could protest, he threw my school uniform into the dryer and handed me the sailor uniform instead.

And just like that, the shoot resumed.

Eventually, I found myself sitting on his couch, still in the sailor uniform, when I asked:

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“If you like cross-dressing so much, why don’t you just do it yourself?”

By then, I had already fully accepted that Kiryu was obsessed with cross-dressing.

It was painfully obvious from the way he transformed from a cool, composed guy into a total fanatic whenever he had a camera in his hands.

“…Okay, could you stop looking at me like I’m a disgusting creature?”

“Sorry, but that look is meant for me to give you, not the other way around.”

“Dude, imagine me cross-dressing. That would be disgusting.”

“…I’m shocked you even know the word ‘disgusting’.”

I let out a deep sigh, sinking into the ridiculously soft couch.

“…But seriously, why do you like cross-dressing so much? You could easily get a girlfriend.”

“It’s not about girls. It’s because it’s a guy.”

“…What?”

“A girl wearing girls’ clothes is just normal. But when a guy—especially one like you—wears them? That’s what’s sexy.”

I had no idea what he was talking about.

But Kiryu, completely unfazed, casually lifted the hem of my skirt and brushed his hand against my knee.

His touch was so indecent that I let out a high-pitched scream and kicked him away.

“YOU’RE A COMPLETE PERVERT!!!”

Kiryu grinned like a kid on Christmas morning.

“You wanted to dress up as a girl, didn’t you?”

I felt my face heat up—a mix of shame and fury bubbling in my chest.

I clenched my fists and hissed:

“…Don’t lump me in with you, you idiot.”

Kiryu laughed in amusement, then casually stood up and left the room.

“…Seriously. Don’t lump me in with you.”

This time, my words faded into the room, unheard by anyone.