My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

I feel cheap.

Well, that's it.

I can't help but think of a puff or it caught my eye.

This should be fine.

Just think it's cheap.

"... Um, are you sure you want to wear it?

"Yeah. Because I think this is the quickest way to disguise it"

After an unstoppable meal, Grandma Adiro was instructed to "leave me alone because I have no plans today" and I returned to my room once.

I was on my way, I ran into him again, a maid I met when I was going to lunch, and I just invited him to my room, just fine.

- Let me bring you some spare maid clothes.

And now I'm spreading flutters on the bed, so there's that bump...

Depending on Grandma Adiro's plans, there are outings.

I will accompany you as an escort.

This is definitive.

The problem is that accompanying Grandma Adiro makes me stand out, too.

Then "If only I wasn't me".

That way I can deceive as much as I want.

It's a simple story.

So I first came up with a disguise, and this is how I was asked to bring made-up clothes, just to deceive me into my gender if it was anything.

Well...... it doesn't start with just watching, or do you want to wear it for now?

"Oh, I'll help you"

"Oh, thank you"

Did you receive that I meant it by taking off my clothes, or have my maid's him help me put sleeves through my maid's clothes?

The size is fine.

He's a little taller than me, but the length of his sleeves and hem would be acceptable. It doesn't seem to be hard to move or tight and can be worn without problems.

"What do you say?"

"It looks great on you."

"What's the real deal?

"It suits you. Really. I think I'll be able to work here soon"

Really? I'm not very happy, but thank you.

"But if you work with this, Mr. Seviareau will see you with nasty eyes, won't he?

"If you don't mind, you'll be fine"

Oh, yeah. I'm not bad at not caring, so I might be okay with it. I won't do it though. I would never do it, though.

... Well, I guess it's a lot different if I just changed my clothes. I need to do something about my face and my head.

Removing "glasses" is out of the question, so I have to think of something else.

"Do you have something rash or something?

"I do. Sometimes a lady says you should have long hair."

... I knew what he said was don't feel the dark. And Miss Seviareau's desires are rounded out, too.

"Then I'd like to borrow that, too. And then... makeup?

You're bluffing. Made him.

"I don't recommend it or not, but if you want to do it, you should do it thoroughly. I don't think there's any point in a halfway disguise."

Absolutely right.

Then I wonder if I can even learn to make up.

"... you know, like, women's clothes, but you can't resist...?

"Nothing like this."

While I was worried about the discomfort in my skirt, I was remembering.

- In the hunting grounds, mud and manure were applied to the body to eliminate human odors and deceit, as well as to wear freshly stripped fur.

Compared to those, it's nothing like women's clothing.

I don't feel bad because of the smell, and I don't have to worry about being attacked if I find out I'm human. Safe is great.

"You're absolutely right. If you're going to do it, you have to do it thoroughly. Cutlets, makeup, anything else?

"Uh... chest pat or something?

"Let's get in. Let's put in something unnaturally big."

"And high heeled shoes deceiving your shoulders?

"Let's wear it. Be a big guy."

"And... feminine tricks or something?

"Let's remember. Let's knock it off."

"I don't think Kunechne... other than that, underwear or something?

"Let's wear it. Let's wear stripes.... Oh, wait"

I said it in momentum, but I want you to wait there.

"What's going on with your underwear now? Women, too?

"... do you see? It's quicker to look at it because it's hard to explain..."

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The maid's awkward face tells the story of the answer.

But I, truly frankly, have no idea what kind of underwear I'm wearing.

Even the stripes I mentioned earlier are just stories I just remembered snuggly that Einleese was wearing when I happened to see him in "Blackbird of Dawn". I thought that was Wangdu's underwear.

My village is rural, so I think underwear was just something of a very unchanged design for both men and women.

At least that's all I know.

Because it was so irreplaceable that I couldn't tell if it was horn underwear or mine.

I saw it when I came to the whorehouse district, the knife women, the cuttlefish men and women. I don't think this was so different in color or at different angles than what I saw in the village.

Well, I didn't take a good look, so the details might be different.

Oh, but I don't even remember hearing my mother say something about "when the battle..." or some newly married woman married in the village.

I have no idea what that means.

I remember blurring that I was going to fight something.

"... will you show me once? I'm sorry, make it impossible."

The maid of honor, he's obviously not in the mood.

Or I think it's simply embarrassing.

But I, after all, wanted to make sure.

I wonder what underwear is popular in this outlaw country's whorehouse district.

"... ok... well, look..."

And he looked embarrassed and slowly slipped up his skirt -

- People's business. People's darkness. A person's desire.

I never thought I'd be shown so many different things on my first day of stay.

The lawless country of Crozhide.

This place is more sinful than you can imagine.

"... you know, it works as underwear?

"I don't know either. It's just that sometimes a lady rolls her skirt."

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"The lady will be delighted. That's fine with me."

His darkness may be deeper and blacker than I imagined.

"... maybe you shouldn't have known. Seeing Mr. Seville has definitely changed my eyes."

The reverse harem that my head knew was terribly real, painfully ruthless, and very vivid.

"- But I think the lady is a decent one. At least in this city, he's well-informed."

Really... I would truly like it to be the same.

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Still, what do you mean, holes and all kinds of rounds... I don't think it's underwear anymore...

"Oh, so, the underwear"

"Normal is fine. My feeling is it's not underwear."

I've seen a lot of things that suffer from understanding... well, let's not worry about it.

- Note that you will find out later that that underwear is very expensive and you will sincerely find it uncomfortable.

"- Arsh. Are you there?

A voice like salvation broke in between me, who was somehow depressed by the underwear shock, and him, a maid with an indescribable face.

A reluctant voice on a modest knock. It's Deacon Dinawood.

"Go ahead."

When he gave permission, he opened the door.

"Kid. I heard you brought in our servant... what are you doing"

Look at me in my maid's clothes, and Dinawood's face, which was so dangerous to come in, gets even more dangerous.

"Get ready for the disguise. He was just getting help."

"A disguise? For what?

"It's easier to do escorts if your face doesn't crack, and it's easier to move. Easy to gather information. At least I am. I think this is part of my job."

Personally, that helps, I wouldn't add. But it's all true why.

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Dinawood leaking a voiceless little groan, but seems to have been dissatisfied.

"So you're going to disguise it. If you want to do it, do it thoroughly. Otherwise, there's no point."

While saying the same thing as his maid, he somehow helped me with the disguise that followed.

And it's done.

While checking with the large mirror Dinawood brought me, I struggled to choose the right cuttlefish or put on makeup, and managed to complete it in the evening.

"... yeah. I guess I'll be fine with this."

It's still "glasses" that stand out, but I can't help but take this off.

But the others were completely, not me anymore.

Wearing a long rash of similar colors changed my impression.

What surprises me is how much it changes is makeup.

Something tells me the shape of my eyes is completely different... makeup is amazing.

These two are enough, but I wore even thicker soles but naturally looking bottom-up shoes to make them slightly taller.

There should only be a slight change, but I feel pretty high.

I also tried to put my chest in modest.

I tried to put in a big one to try to pack it in whenever possible, but this calmed me down because they said it was "unnatural". I think I have dreams bigger than they say "super big".

Well, if you don't like it, you can't help it.

My underwear is my own.

I just don't want to get to the darkness.

"And then there's the tricks and stuff... but it wasn't so rough originally, so maybe you don't need it"

"Right. The tricks and femininity are not something to wear overnight."

I got a tattoo of my maid, him and Dinawood, and for now, I decided this was a good thing. I look like someone else myself, and I think it's complete.

"- Hun. I ate the extra time. Dinner's ready."

Oh, my God, suddenly.

Dinawood, who suddenly returned to me, quickly cleaned up the tools he had brought in and left the room with his maid.

"I'll lend you my makeup tools and mirrors. You practice makeup."

I was told that when the door closed.

"Thanks. I took care of you"

I don't know if I heard you, but I told you for once.

... well.

Make sure there is no one near the room with signs and stand in front of the mirror again.

Ever since I saw Arre last night, I've been imagining the possibility of "glasses".

Until now, he was shown to be watching "seeing" and "cultivating" but possibly not yet stepping in.

- "Goggles".

"Glasses" in different shapes.

"Glasses" with different designs.

I mean - "even if it's not this shape (...) glasses (...)" What is it?

Produce "glasses".

Cover your face.

Cover your head.

Cover to the neck.

"Glasses" like that "mask that a prisoner wears," if you hold back the "glasses" trait, you mean "glasses," right?

I do not accept objections.

Because I could.

I have a proper "lens" in my eye.

The blackest color was applied so that the face and eyes could not be seen from the outside.

"Leather-like spreads" covering faces and heads are flexible and fit perfectly, although I don't know what leather it is.

There is no obstacle to movement, nor does talking inhibit it.

I have a disappointing blockage to my mouth and nose, but I usually seem to be able to breathe.

I look in the mirror and it feels like, "I covered my head with a black leather bag. Obviously he's a jerk." I also feel that the made-up clothes are more dangerous because I applaud them.

But if we get this far, no one will ever know it's me.

With these new "glasses," even if they move somewhat flashy, no one would associate them with me.

... although it seems to stand out in the opposite sense.

... it's hentai, for sure... the more I see it...

... It's like wearing a black leather bag with something metallic on it's eyes...

... I'd be suspicious to run away without question if I saw you in the middle of the night...

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Let's try some more design good luck...