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"I am a laureate of the Nishina Memorial Prize, honored with the strict Japan Academy Prize, the holder of the international and almost mythical Japan Prize, once in my youth also an honorary recipient of the Young Scientist Award from the Physical Society of Japan, and several times listed for the Nobel Prize in Physics. I am Saito Masanori, and I will never be some kind of girl who—"
— Harumi, tell me honestly, — the voice of Hisamori Tatsunori, the head of the clan, her father, cut off the girl’s thought as she sat in seiza opposite the heavy shadow of his massive figure, which loomed over her with knitted brows. He spoke calmly, like an executioner who is merely clarifying something with a criminal before the execution, — is all of this meant to disgrace me?
Harumi, who in truth was Saito Masanori, a 62-year-old Japanese man who, after an experiment with the fabric of time, ended up in the past and in her body, slowly drew in a breath, feeling how the tight red collar of the kimono pressed under her throat. Her breasts, already quite heavy, felt as if they had been filled with lead, expanding with that breath and becoming exactly the kind of center of attention she did not want to think about right now.
"He accuses me of disgrace? Me? I have done more for this world in a year than the entire Japanese civilization would do in the next hundred years."
She raised her gaze. The glasses, her own invention, slid along the bridge of her nose. The tall, elaborate hairstyle pulled at the skin on her temples, forcing her to keep her back straight so she would not accidentally tilt her head back and appear weak.
— With all due respect… — quietly, almost in a whisper, — my achievements—
— YOUR achievements?! — Tatsunori roared so loudly that the sliding doors trembled, and a cold shock ran down Harumi’s spine, making her shoulders involuntarily draw in under the weight of the kimono sleeves. — You call this achievements, Harumi? A girl is supposed to be silence and serve the house with modesty!
He took a step forward, and a heavy shadow fell onto her knees, as if pressing down from above, pinning her to the tatami together with this entire ancient system into which Saito had fallen a year ago.
Harumi sharply lowered her gaze, trying to hide the rage boiling inside. Her breasts obediently swayed from the sudden movement, and that alone became an insult to her current existence.
"Stupid military idiot!" — Harumi thought, clenching her teeth and taking a deep breath to calm the trembling in her body, which seemed to openly enjoy the chance to expose her as weak.
Tatsunori remained silent for too long. This silence was worse than a shout. It pressed down, like his shadow on her knees...Full story (13 500 characters - 5 parts + add. images) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon