Matsuda Is a Delicious Little Cake

Matsuda opened his eyes after an unfortunate death on a Ferris wheel and found himself transformed into a tiny pastry sprite.

Fortunately, if the partner he chose could make a hundred delicious pastries and submit the corresponding number of recipe cards to the Pastry Queen, he would be able to regain his human form.

But as Matsuda watched the girl in front of him clumsily smear cream all over her own face, he couldn't help sighing.

When on earth would he get his human form back? Damn it!

What are you looking at me for? I'm a pastry sprite, but I don't know how to make cakes either.

To make it easier to bake, the girl had tied her long, creamy-white curls into a high ponytail. At that moment, she was staring at Matsuda with shining eyes. "You may not know how to make cakes, but you look just like a delicious little cake... Slurp..."

Matsuda: "Aaaaaaah! Don't come any closer!!!"

Matsuda was incredibly grateful that, as a pastry sprite, he had wings and could fly high into the sky.

Theme: Keep your feet on the ground. A quantitative change can become a qualitative one.