". . . Alright, I'll try you—I mean, evaluate you."
"Boing." I jumped twice as high and landed on the bed. Now I'm twenty centimeters from her. Her perfume invaded my nose without permission, sending adrenaline through my body. My little frog legs started trembling.
Control yourself… but I want it so bad. . . Chomp. Stupid instinct. I don't want to eat flies.
Inhale and exhale. . .
"Do you mind if I stay close to you so I can analyze better?" Croak-croak, I asked her.
She sighed lightly, touched my head, and answered, "No. And it's better this way—if you try anything naughty, I'll turn you into a tadpole."
"Ha ha, funny! Relax, I don't have any ulterior motives." She's getting full of herself.
She's lying on her side. Where do I even start?
"Boing!"
What a spectacular view! Jumping onto her shoulder was a great decision, but something is bothering me—I've never touched a woman when I was human. I don't know whether to thank the heavens or cry. . .
"Mmm."
What was that?
I think my hearing got better after turning into a frog. I'm hearing strange things. Anyway, what matters is this:
"Ahem, ahem—this black bikini of yours, the thin straps, the way they mark your back… the cups and underwire are holding up two melons. It's practically a final boss fight."
I want to be in that fight, but it's dangerous—I might die before I even get there.
"Mmm."
There it is again.
"Your tight bikini is a sign of beauty."
"Ahh."
She moaned? No way. It's the first time a woman has moaned near me. I need to confirm it.
"If yours were any shorter, it would cause an earthquake among men."
"Ahh."
Did my day finally arrive? After so many disappointments, I freeze up, but this woman isn't— I think I can relax.
"Let go—where are you going to put me? Thank you, God."
She positioned me between her breasts and lay on her back.
Her breasts are squeezing me even without her moving. I'm running out of air, but it's a low price to pay when the reward is bigger.
Now I know what war is. Let more like this appear.
"Ahh—you're enjoying this, aren't you? Everything you explained was a lie, right? Your pervert face gave you away the moment I walked into this room."
"Heh, heh, croak." I played dumb.
No reason to pretend anymore. This witch knew from the beginning and decided to play along for fun. On the other hand, she's very relaxed—she's let her guard down with me.
"When am I going to turn back into a human?" I asked her.
This is all great, but I don't want to enjoy this moment as a frog.
She squeezed me even tighter between her breasts and whispered, "You need to be kissed by a beautiful princess."
I swallowed. A kiss? I've never kissed anyone, though I practiced a lot in a… nontraditional way.
"Y-you… said a… kiss?" My words came out broken.
She's blushing, her chest is racing, and sweat is starting to show on her neck.
"Mmm… what are you waiting for to kiss me?"
What am I going to tell my friends when they ask how my first kiss was? "Ah, I was turned into a frog."
I can't admit that humiliation. My friends and family will roast me, and my father will bury me alive.
This isn't how I dreamed my first kiss.
Then again—screw all of them. This is the wonderful life I dreamed of, and being a frog is part of it. I accept this glorious destiny.
"Boing!"
Nothing's going to stop me. . .
I made a leap that will change my fate. I'm about to kiss a beautiful woman, croak. I closed my eyes and puckered up right before kissing her.
"What are you two doing?" When I heard those words, I opened my eyes and checked who it was.
AAAAH, it's the. . .
A few centimeters away from kissing the old witch, she held up a finger and said, "Just kidding."
There was a magical explosion, I returned to my normal form, and I ended up on top of her.
"Pervert, get off me."
What is this attitude switch?
"Dorian, you lied to us—you wanted us to leave the room so you could mess with my mother," Kokoro said, hitting me.
"It's not my fault—it's that old witch who turned me into a frog. She took her clothes off by choice. I was a harmless frog, croak."
The side effects of the transformation still haven't ended.
"Is what he said true, Mother?" she asked, wanting to crucify me.
Their mother stood up, fixed her hair, looked at the mirror, and explained like this: "My dear daughters, your mother arrived tired after a long journey from Asterium."
She put her hands on her waist and continued, "Burning with desire, I came to your room to hug you. But when I entered, I found this perverted man on Mio's bed—shirtless—and lying in a very improper position."
And the part where she harassed me?
"Yumi grabbed my hand and told me, 'You betrayed me with my mother.'"
This witch ruined everything.
I ran my hand through Yumi's hair and answered, "I didn't betray anyone. You're misunderstanding. Your mother and I are going to get married."
How are you going to escape this, witch?
The girls were stunned by what I announced, and quickly forgot what had happened. They surrounded their mother and questioned her.
The first to speak was Yumi: "I'm so happy about this news. You were alone after Dad died."
Before the witch could explain, Kokoro celebrated: "Now I'll have a father! When I was born, I never knew him."
"We'll be able to have a brother," Mio cried as she said it.
All the girls cried together.
Their mother came up to me and whispered, "You'll pay me later."
What could their mother even say after her daughters celebrated so happily?
The words I'd just heard were more powerful than the sword blows I took in battle. But one thing is certain: I'm not leaving before I evaluate those beautiful girls.