He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?
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After finishing my work, I returned to Ieyasu's room.
Mai: "I'm back, Ieyasu. Huh?"
(I thought he'd be in his room by now.)
Ieyasu: "Hmm? Welcome back. Sorry, I must have fallen asleep without realizing."
Mai: "Huh? Where are you?"
Ieyasu: "What are you talking about? I'm right here."
Mai: "Huh?"
As I heard Ieyasu's voice, a plush toy resembling him appeared beside the writing desk.
(No, a stuffed toy can't just stand up and talk, right!?)
Mai: "Wait a minute, are you serious? Is that really you!?"
Ieyasu: "What are you talking about?"
Ieyasu: "Huh? Aren't you unusually tall today?"
Mai: "No, you're just small! I mean, you're a plushie!?"
Ieyasu: "Plushie? What's that?"
Ieyasu: "!?"
After moving his body, he noticed his own hands and finally grasped the situation.
Mai: "What happened while I was away?"
Ieyasu: "Even if you ask me, I have no idea. I was just writing a letter and suddenly got sleepy. Then, when I woke up..."
Mai: "You found yourself like this?"
Ieyasu: "I guess."
Mai: "Are you okay? Can I touch you?"
Ieyasu: “Go ahead.”
Mai: “Okay.”
Carefully, I place the small Ieyasu in the palm of my hand.
(What should I do? He’s so tiny.)
Ieyasu: “Hey, why do you look like you’re about to cry?”
Mai: “Ah!”
Ieyasu tapped the tip of my nose and moved his short arms.
(Is he trying to fold his arms? They’re too short for that, though.)
Ieyasu: “I don’t know why this happened, but I’ll find a way to return to normal.”
Ieyasu: “And you, don’t worry more than necessary. Just keep smiling, as usual. Got it?”
He said that and pointed one arm towards my face.
(He's trying to reassure me, even though it's harder for him.)
Mai: "Thank you. You're right. Being depressed won't solve anything."
Mai: "Thanks to your cuteness, I'm feeling a little better."
Ieyasu: "What are you talking about? Moving and talking dolls are creepy as hell."
(He's embarrassed.)
Mai: "That's not true. You're small and cute."
Ieyasu: "My bad. I guess the real me is huge and totally not cute."
Mai: "Your normal self is tall and handsome! I love your usual appearance, of course."
Mai: "So, can I help you look for a way to return to normal?"
Ieyasu: "You're still going to help, even if I say no anyway."
Ieyasu: "Do as you like."
I couldn't help but run my fingers over his cheek as he turned away.
Ieyasu: "Hey, what are you doing?"
Mai: "Hehe, you're just too fluffy and cute."
Ieyasu: "Stop grinning like that. I’ll remember this when I return to normal."
He turned away, sulking.
(Even as a plushie, he's still stubborn. Huh?)
Suddenly, a black stain on his back caught my attention.
I casually shifted my gaze and noticed a brush beneath the writing desk.
Mai: "Ieyasu, there's ink on your back!"
Ieyasu: "Really? It doesn't hurt or itch."
Mai: "Are you sure it's okay? Ink isn't poisonous, right?"
Ieyasu: "Calm down. It's just ink. I can just wash it off."
Mai: "Then let's wash it!"
Ieyasu: "Now?"
Mai: "I'm worried it'd stain your clothes. Just wait. I'll prepare everything quickly!"
Ieyasu: "Hey!"
Quickly preparing hot water and a basin, I lifted him with both hands.
Mai: "I prepared it in a hurry, but I hope it's okay to get you wet."
Ieyasu: "It should be fine. Worst-case scenario, you can just dry me off."
Mai: "Still, if we leave it, the stain will only get worse."
Ieyasu: "If you're going to dilly-dally, then don't wash it."
Mai: "I'll do it!"
With determination, I gently submerged Ieyasu in the warm water.
Mai: "Ieyasu, is it too hot? Are you okay with the pressure? Does it hurt?"
Ieyasu: "You're worrying too much. Just do it properly."
Mai: "But even you are careful when washing the Wasabi doll."
Ieyasu: "That was something you gave me, so I can't help it."
Mai: "Then I can't help it either. I'm washing something precious to me."
Ieyasu: "I see."
Ieyasu: "So, how long are you planning to keep washing me?"
Mai: "Well, it seems like the ink has soaked in more than it looks. Ah!"
The ink spread to his stomach, and I panicked.
Mai: "Wait, I'll get it off now!"
Ieyasu: "Ugh."
Mai: "Did it hurt?"
Ieyasu: "No. It just tickles."
Mai: "Sorry, I'll try to be gentler."
Ieyasu: "Hey, it's getting even more ticklish."
Mai: "But it's not coming off easily."
Ieyasu: "Guh!"
As I gently rubbed, he trembled more and more.
Ieyasu: "Hey, aren't you done yet?"
Mai: "Just a little more. Hang in there, Ieyasu!"
Ieyasu: "Even if you say that, I..."
The small Ieyasu started squirming in my hand, almost falling into the basin.
Mai: "Ieyasu, don't move!"
Ieyasu: "I can't take it anymore!"
The next moment, water splashed everywhere.
Ieyasu: "Huh?"
Mai: "----!"
(He's back to normal!)
Mai: "Maybe getting wet was the trick?"
Ieyasu: "Who knows? I'm just relieved to be back to normal."
Mai: "Wait, what about the ink stain?"
I quickly moved closer to check his back and stomach, but I couldn't find any.
Mai: "Great, it seems like everything's fine!"
Ieyasu: "Fine? Not quite."
Before I could react, the wet Ieyasu grabbed my waist and swiftly pushed me down.
Mai: "Um, Ieyasu?"
Ieyasu: "I told you several times it was ticklish, but you didn't listen."
Ieyasu: "Now it's payback time."
Mai: "Ah..."
He untied my obi, opened my kimono, and touched my bare skin.
Mai: "Wait, Ieyasu, you're soaking wet. You need to change."
Ieyasu: "I'll be taking it off anyway."
Mai: "Mm."
His rough hands caressed me, and he kissed me more passionately than usual.
That night, we shared the warmth of our bodies until Ieyasu was completely satisfied.
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