File 03: Encounter with the Young Lady.
Shaun Lyatt
After being discharged from the hospital and the trial of those brats from the defense force academy was over, I was finally able to pay off the loan for my scrapped ship thanks to the compensation from the military and an envelope of money from the GCPO.
However, without a ship, there’s no way I can work as a cargo transporter.
So I have no choice but to purchase a new ship. But on the planet Orlangea, where I’m based, there aren’t many ships being handled that suit my tastes,
especially in terms of price.
That’s when I saw a commercial on TV about a used and new spaceship sale being held on the capital planet Voldar.
The Galaxy Cargo Transporters Union also had a detailed pamphlet about the event.
So I decided to go to the capital.
To get to the capital planet Voldar, I’ll be taking a regular liner.
Not the infamous Starflight company that’s always striking, but the liner operated by Riquiel Enterprises.
Riquiel’s regular liners have the concept of “Travel in Elegance” so all the rooms are private cabins, and there are amenities like lounges and restaurants.
It’s more expensive than ships with just sleeping capsules and vending machines, but with Starflight constantly striking these days, I’m just grateful their ships actually follow the timetable.
It was in the panoramic lounge of Riquiel’s passenger ship Rybun that I was gazing at the starry view of space from a planet during our hyperspace travel.
Not having to do any of the driving myself is quite relaxing, though admittedly it feels a bit lacking too.
“How are you finding our regular liner, sir?”
A young girl’s voice called out to me.
No, not young – she was just a child.
The one who had addressed me had blond hair, blue eyes and white skin.
She wore a simple but high-quality shirt and skirt,
with her long hair tied in a beautiful single braid. She looked to be around 10 years old, a beautiful young lady.
“It’s comfortable. Almost too comfortable – if I don’t disembark soon I might forget how to pilot a ship.”
“If that happens, I can arrange employment for you. Oh, how about becoming the personal chef for the vice president of Riquiel Enterprises?”
The girl flashed me a beaming smile like a blooming flower, gazing at my face.
Enough to get any lolicon riled up and lose control, no doubt.
But it didn’t work on me.
“I’ll pass.”
“Mou…to become the exclusive chef for a beautiful young lady like myself would be an enviable position for anyone…”
“Save those kinds of lines for another ten years, when you’ve grown taller and filled out more.”
“Five years would be enough!”
This girl is Leanna Rioearth,
the only daughter of Galius Rioearth, the CEO who owns and operates this Riquiel Enterprises liner.
She was a customer on my ship before and was deeply impressed by the hamburger steak I made. Ever since then, she keeps finding excuses to come aboard my ship as a customer, trying to get me to work for her.
“Why won’t you become my personal chef?”
“Because I’m a cargo transporter.”
And so this kind of exchange always ends up happening between us.
What is it with her, my older sisters, and that lady boss Viola Zaval always trying to make me a chef?
As I let out a light sigh, a young man in a butler’s uniform emerged from behind Leanna.
“Then how about transforming into a woman right away, and becoming my lover…”
“You shut your mouth!”
“Ouch”
With an elegant motion, as the man made his ridiculous demand while bowing to me, Leanna’s shoe heel slammed into his shin with a loud WHACK.
The man crumpled to the floor, clutching his struck shin and groaning in agony.
“Ugh…Young Mistress…my shin struck directly by your reinforced platatite shoe…mercy…”
“Be silent! What a shameful display!”
“N-Nevertheless…it’s been a while, Mr. Lyatt…”
This idiot clutching his injured shin and writhing in pain is Thomas Pheifos, Leanna’s exclusive butler and bodyguard.
Capable as both a secretary and guard, but also a womanizer who’s always hitting on girls.
Well, putting that fool aside, I am curious what the young lady of Riquiel is doing here.
“More importantly, why are you here? I know this ship belongs to you.”
“I was on my way back from a business deal. And I’d also like to properly attend school and meet up with friends soon.”
When I asked her reason, she answered readily enough.
I suppose there was no need to hide it.
“Father and his business partners always specifically request me. Well, the partners did so thinking they could force advantageous conditions on me since I’m just a child.”
Leanna wore an utterly exasperated expression.
To have the duties of representing her father’s company at just 10 years old, she must have a tough time of it.
“That sounds rough. Being an heiress to a major corporation…”
I couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
“Speaking of which, are you headed to the capital planet Voldar to purchase a ship?”
Sipping tea that had been prepared at some point, Leanna guessed my purpose correctly.
“How did you know? No, I suppose that’s a silly question.”
In the incident with those brats, while I cooperated, the official narrative was that I was simply a victim and the defense academy students were the ones who resolved it.
Apparently that helps preserve the military’s reputation, and I’m grateful to avoid any fuss.
So the details of the damages I suffered weren’t widely reported.
But for the vice president of Riquiel, obtaining that kind of information would be trivial.
“Riquiel Enterprises is also a sponsor of the sales exhibition.”
“I should have expected as much.”
“If you agree to become my personal chef, I can provide a ship at a discounted rate?”
Leanna leaned in excitedly as she made her offer.
To which Thomas chimed in with a smug look:
“Young Mistress, is it not contradictory to make being your exclusive personal chef who must remain by your side at all times the condition for providing Mr. Lyatt a ship so he can travel the cosmos as a cargo hauler?”
Leanna realized the contradictory logic and fell silent, blushing in embarrassment.
I suppose when she gets excited, her words get muddled – a childish trait.
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Rona Flang
I’m Rona Flang,
working as a receptionist at the Soarcul branch of the Galaxy Cargo Transporters Union.
Today I’ve taken an extended vacation to participate in the Galaxy Comic Festival being held on the capital planet Voldar with my fellow doujin circle members (who are all fujoshi).
The reason we took the Orlangea liner is because we were at a friend’s house on Orlangea until the very last minute working on and meeting about our doujinshi manuscripts.
And now I’ve staked out a corner of the panoramic lounge, doing some “rotten girl observations” of the ship’s passengers and crew.
“Those two are definitely like that. The distance between them is so suggestive.”
“Those shotas over there are the best! So defenseless…”
“That guy is an uke. That salaryman is a seme. That crew member too is a seme. That student is an uke…”
We’re all whispering, but if overheard, the conversation would definitely raise some eyebrows.
“Hey hey, what about those two? Don’t they seem perfect?”
“Let me see?”
I looked where my Orlangea friend Timmy was pointing, and there I saw someone quite familiar.
“That white-haired man is definitely an uke. Rejecting the pushy come-ons of that brunette at first, but giving in by the end, you know?”
While Timmy was excitedly running wild with her fantasies, if I ended up spotted, it could lead to some trouble for me later on.
There’s no problem with me being on this ship, but if asked about my purpose here, I’d be stuck for an answer.
So I decided to hide behind the sofa.
“What’s wrong?”
“That white-haired person, I know him.”
“Who is he?”
“A cargo hauler…and he’s a Sumerian.”
The moment she heard Sumerian, Timmy and the others all turned their gaze towards Lyatt.
The reason being, there happens to be a Sumerian character in the popular work that’s our current craze.
“For real, a Sumerian?!”
“It’s like ‘[Look at me as a man, not a woman!]’ come to life!”
Everyone got excited and started fantasizing.
Not that I can blame them.
To us fujoshi, we have prime “moe” material right in front of us, so of course we’d get fired up.
“Hey, do you have any 3D footage? Of both the male and female forms?”
When asked, I secretly showed my comrades the 3D footage of Lyatt I had captured.
And they were all stunned by what they saw.
No wonder –
even to my female eyes, Lyatt’s feminine form is breathtakingly beautiful.
Not to mention that incredible figure and massive bust.
“No surprise a guy would be smitten looking at that gorgeous female version…”
“I’d love to fondle those huge breasts in the flesh…”
“Hey Rona, got any other info on him?”
My friends crowded around me, breathing heavily.
“From what I’ve heard, he’s an excellent cook and good at housework too.”
“A husbandly servant type, score!”
They all exclaimed in hushed tones, displaying an impressive whispering shout technique.
“Then he’d absolutely go nurse any sick friends or…”
“No no, while staying long-term on his spaceship he’d…”
And so the fujoshi rode waves of delusions until we reached our destination.
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