"Come in," Hinata called toward the door as soon as she heard movement.
"Yes, milady."
Several servants from the Hyūga clan filed into the room one after another, heads lowered, each carrying a tray in both hands. They placed eight dishes and one soup on the table.
After neatly setting the table, the servants slowly withdrew and closed the door behind them.
Lint's eyes locked onto the delicious food laid out before him, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. He turned to Hinata and said, "This is such a feast! Even back in our previous lives in the modern world, I never ate this well every day."
"Well, I am the heiress of the main family, and the only daughter, too," Hinata replied matter-of-factly. "Plus, I'm trying to nourish my body properly. I'm not going to live like the original Hinata, barely eating and constantly weak. I deserve to eat well."
Lint blinked in surprise. "Only daughter? What about your younger sister, Hanabi?"
"She hasn't been born yet," Hinata said, giving him a curious look. "Didn't you see that in my memories?"
Lint chuckled awkwardly. "Haha, there's a lot in your memories. I just skimmed the big picture. Missed the finer details."
"Makes sense," Hinata nodded. "Let's eat."
With that, she picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a steaming, glistening piece of braised pork, and held it up to Lint's mouth.
"Here. I'll feed you."
"Ah—what?"
Lint stared at her dainty, serious expression, holding out the chopsticks like it was the most natural thing in the world. A strange feeling stirred inside him.
"Weren't you always going on about wanting a rich girl to pamper you and let you eat soft rice?" Hinata smirked. "Well, here's your rich girl, hand-feeding you your soft rice. What's the hesitation?"
"You? A rich woman? Please—you're clearly a rich loli."
"Oh, so the issue is that I'm too young? That's easy."
She set down the chopsticks and formed a hand seal.
Transformation Jutsu!
With a puff of white smoke, Hinata's appearance transformed drastically.
Her chin-length hair grew into sleek, waist-length black locks. Her clothes also seemed to enlarge in size, especially in… certain places. Areas that had been modest and childlike just moments ago were now undeniably mature and shapely, her kimono collar accentuating her womanly charm.
Lint took one look and immediately recognized the version of Hinata from the anime—an adult Hinata, grown and beautiful.
The transformed Hinata raised a hand, gently pressing on her chest with a soft smile. "So? Does this count as a rich woman now?"
"Perfect. Exactly what I imagined," Lint said, giving her a thumbs-up.
"Then come lie down on my lap," she offered, patting her now generously cushioned thigh. "I'll feed you while you enjoy a lap pillow."
"Absolutely."
Lint's eyes lit up. He eagerly lay down, quickly realizing that from this angle, he could only see half of Hinata's serene face… and a tantalizing view of her ample chest and the suggestive fold in her kimono.
What a god-tier angle!
As the adult Hinata fed him one delicious bite after another, Lint felt a blissful calm wash over him.One bite. Then another.
The food on the table slowly dwindled, and Lint's belly grew round with satisfaction. That was when a thought crossed his mind.
I wonder… how would it feel to touch this adult version of Hinata created by the Transformation Jutsu?
Would she get mad if I tried?
But before he could dwell on it further, Hinata—still smiling—spoke softly:
"You can, if you want."
As if under a spell, Lint moved instinctively. His hand reached out… only to find that the sensation didn't match the generous softness he'd been expecting. It was average—almost flat.
A puff of smoke erupted before his eyes.
The adult Hinata vanished.
In her place sat the small, petite original version.
The big big Hinata had become the small small Hinata.
The big big chest had become the small chest.
No wonder it felt so plain.
Lint retracted his hand with a trace of regret.
Hinata's ears turned bright red. She cast a sidelong glance at Lint's retreating hand, then looked down at her rumpled clothes and diminutive body. A thought flashed through her mind:
Transformation Jutsu… it's still just a basic-level ninjutsu.
Once exposed to a certain amount of force, it automatically cancels.
Feeling the lingering disappointment in Lint's heart, she rolled her pale eyes and muttered, "Just wait ten more years. Then I will be like that. And besides—your turn. You're full, right? Feed me now!"
Feed Hinata?
Feed Loli Hinata?!
Feed play?!
"Sure, sure."
Lint grinned and sprang upright. With a swift motion, he grabbed the chopsticks, picked up a juicy piece of braised pork, and held it out. "Say 'ah,' Hinata. Call me onii-chan, and I'll give you meat."
"Onii-chan~"
Hinata, who was essentially a version of Lint himself, naturally understood what was going through his head. But she still played along and called him sweetly, then threw herself into his arms. Looking up at him with wide, adorable white eyes, she opened her little mouth in anticipation.
Lint was overwhelmed with joy. He began feeding her bite after bite, and watching her cheeks puff up like a hamster only made him feel happier.
He didn't stop.
One bite, then another.
Minutes passed, then half an hour.
Lint kept feeding, and Hinata—who happened to be a bottomless pit when it came to food—kept eating without pause. She accepted everything like a content kitten.
It gave Lint the uncanny sense that he was… raising a daughter.
This is too good.
His eyes narrowed contentedly.
Then, a peculiar thought crept into his mind.
Wait a minute… earlier, when she used Transformation Jutsu to become adult Hinata and gave me a lap pillow, wasn't she treating me like her son?
If that's the case, doesn't that mean Hinata is now both my daughter… and my mom?!
He stared off into space, unnerved by his own logic.
"Why'd you stop? I want more," Hinata pouted, shaking his arm.
"Okay, okay! It's all yours."
Lint picked up another bite and continued feeding her, musing inwardly:
Hinata is truly one of us.
After all, even our souls are fundamentally the same.
She's basically a genderbent version of me—my closest kin.
Which is exactly why I can enjoy these kinds of plays so freely.
And in the future, we'll try even more fun things… more wild, imaginative plays…