“A-a-a-AMAZING~!”
Fresh out of the bath, the instant she finished drying her hair with wind magic — Sonya screamed it at maximum volume.
“Right? Pretty amazing?”
“Yes! Yes! YES IT IS~!”
Sonya ran her fingers through her own hair, expression melting into pure bliss.
“Silky! It’s SILKYYYYYYY~!”
See, in this world, washing yourself means water — and at the luxurious end, wiping down with a towel soaked in a basin of warmed water.
Which means shampoo, rinse, and conditioner have never once entered the picture.
Sonya and the girls already have naturally silky hair — so hand them a weapon of mass destruction like CONDITIONER, and—
Well. Angel-ring, cascade-of-silk hair was always the guaranteed outcome.
“What is this? What IS this~?!”
Rabbit or not, at the core she is, after all, a girl.
That devotion to beauty… no, actually, this transcends that entirely.
I mean — her hair jumped an order of magnitude in silkiness in one evening. Anyone would lose their mind.
“It’s called treatment. Conditioner.”
“Torii-tomento?”
“I don’t really get it, but…” Sonya prefaced — and then tackled me in a hug.
“Thank you SO much~! I’ve never felt anything like this~! It’s SO silky~! My hair is silky~! I’m so happy~!”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re welcome.”
…That said — the sweet smell of body soap and shampoo.
A woman fresh out of the bath smelling like this should be classified as an illegal technique… and right as my brain was melting—
—I felt piercing stares. From behind.
“Lord Tatsuya…?”
“Master…?”
Maria and Ouroboros were staring absolute holes through Sonya.
“I too wish to try this… torii-tomento, or whatever it may be.”
“And why’s that?”
“—I am ALSO a woman, am I not?”
Ah. My apologies.
That is a complete argument, yes.
Then Ouroboros turned her welling, upturned eyes on me.
“Master. Mercy upon this Ouroboros. Grant me the torii-tomento… I beg of you.”
“For the record, I’ll ask you too — why?”
“—There are battles a woman cannot afford to lose. And monopolization simply cannot be tolerated.”
Monopolization? Of wha… ah. Of me.
So, one way or another, the two of them stripped Sonya of the shampoo, rinse, conditioner, and body soap by force, and marched to the bath.
Emerging later, both immediately dried their hair with wind magic.
Then, for a good long while: staring into the mirror, blinking rapidly, fussing with their own hair strand by strand.
Ouroboros and Maria looked at each other — and grinned in unison.
And in the final phase, all three — Sonya now included — began sneaking glances my way.
”…”
”…”
”…”
Glances. So many glances. An absolutely relentless barrage of glances.
They want a comment. Clearly.
So, having no choice whatsoever—
“You’re all very beautiful.”
At that, all three of them went pink to the ears, suddenly bashful.
And, well, that night…
—Every inch of me got thoroughly dyed in the sweet smell of shampoo.