「「Bufuuu!」」
As
soon as I stepped into the bedroom, Shima-san and Masaki-chan spurted out at
once.
I was
wearing a short navy blue suit and a worn-out shirt.
A
bright red tie and round glasses.
I was
standing hunched over more than usual.
This
is the style of the new manager of the Modero project, Fumijima the Pheasant
style. (*Note: Kiji Otoko)
「You
don't have to laugh so much...」
「U-uh,
s-sorry. B-but, no way, I can't stop laughing, ku, fufu... Bufu~...」
「No way,
you know, that's, pupupu... No, it's not right, it's not right」
It
took the two of them five minutes to calm down somehow. During that time, they
held their mouths and trembled.
「Phew...
I thought I was going to die」
「My
stomach muscles hurt, Fumio-kun」
Rubbing
the corners of their tear-stained eyes with their fingers, they somehow
regained their composure. Well... I wonder if I'm dressed that badly.
In
contrast to my lame outfits, Shima-san and Masaki-chan are both dressed in
stylish outfits styled by Kurosawa-san.
「The
two of you... Yeah, I think it looks good on you」
Shima-san
is wearing a pair of loose-fitting pants and an open-shoulder top, which is
popular this year.
The
color of the mint green pants and the dusky orange top is well matched, and
looks very fashionable.
Masaki-chan,
on the other hand, looks like an innocent summer girl. (except for her breasts)
She is wearing a white dress with a pale yellow flower pattern and sandals of
the same pattern. She looked good with a straw hat.
「Somehow,
I'm embarrassed. This kind of advanced fashion doesn't suit me, right?」
「That's
not true. Natsumi, you're tall, so that kind of thing looks really good on you」
「I-is
that so?」
Shima-san's
embarrassed expression, scratching her head, is a bit cute.
Anyway,
the day of the death game has finally arrived.
First,
me, Kurosawa-san, Shima-san, and Masaki-chan visit the First Beauty Agency.
Shima-san
and Masaki-chan are my models.
I ask
the president to transfer them together with Misuzu.
On the
other side of the line, President Kurashima and Manager Kiyoka Yamauchi will
probably appear.
The
plan is that when they are about to sign the contract, they all suddenly lose
consciousness and find themselves sitting around a round table in a death game
arena.
The
remaining two targets, Akira Mizuki and Kirihito Hikami, are to be abducted by
Freesia and Torture respectively by the end of the day.
And
the names written on the door of the private room given to each participant of
the death game are as follows for eleven people.
Fumijima
the Pheasant man
MISUZU
NATSUMI
MASAKEY
Itsuki
Kurashima
Kiyoka
Yamauchi
Akira
Mizuki
Kirihito
Hikami
Ryoko
Terashima
Chihiro
Kaneko
Kyoko
The
models of Modero Project have their stage names written in the alphabet as a
hobby of the president, and Shima-san and Masaki-chan have been adapted to this
form for the time being.
And
Kyoko is Kyoko.
It
seems to be the name of a girl's band when they perform on stage, but it's
terribly lame. Kyoko nowadays... It even has a Showa-era feel to it.
So,
this time, she is not participating as a sweet lolita, but as a rocker in her
original style.
Initially,
I had cast Shiratori-san as a “Survivor of the Last Round who Makes Meaningful
Remarks”, but she turned me down with all her might.
I
tried to persuade her, but she insisted that she was busy. There was no way I
could win her over with words, and in the end I was so screwed over that I
couldn't even speak.
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Lili
said it would be too much trouble to rewrite the scenario now, and to my
dismay, when I called Kyoko to bed, I asked her “How?” She said, “I really like
death games and stuff like that! I want to play it! I want to do it!” So, she
was casted as a substitute for Shiratori-san. I'm a little worried, but....
「Well,
let's get moving」
「Yes」
「Okay」
After
calling out to them, I activated <Revisit> and went to the First Beauty
building in Tokyo. I connected the door to an alley behind the building.
Incidentally,
Kurosawa-san has already moved to Tokyo because she had a photo shoot in the
morning.
So,
when we came out of the door, Kurosawa-san was waiting for us.
「Misuzu-senpai,
good evening! I'm NATSUMI, the new model!」
「I’m MASAKEY!
Senpai!」
「Hey!
Stop it, both of you!」
Kurosawa-san
raises her voice in protest.
To
tell the truth, Kurosawa-san is not very good at being teased, though she
teases others.
Of
course, Masaki-chan knows that.
The
four of us went straight to the main building of the First Beauty Agency.
When
we opened the front door, we were already greeted by the receptionist. Before
we could even open our mouths, the receptionist smiled and said, “Please take
the elevator to the fourth floor”.
When
we arrived at the fourth floor, the manager, Kiyoka Yamauchi, was waiting as
before.
「I've
been waiting for you」
As she
said this, she saw Shima-san and Masaki-chan and narrowed her eyes
suspiciously.
「Fumijima-san,
who are they?」
「T-t-they
are the model that I'm in charge of...」
When I
told her that, she nodded her head with a questioning look and led me to the
reception room.
After
Yamauchi-san left the reception room and we could no longer hear her footsteps,
we hurriedly went out into the corridor and summon “the door” on top of the
reception room door.
On the
other side of the door, I have already constructed a room that looks exactly
like the reception room we just entered. We waited for the president's visit in
the fake reception room.
After
a while…
「Sorry
to keep you waiting!」
President
Kurashima and Kiyoka Yamauchi came in, opening the door roughly.
As
usual, he was a pushy old man.
He
looked at Shima-san and Masaki-chan, and then at me.
（...Don't
intimidate me every time, really)
「Who
are they?」
「Y-yes,
when Misuzu-san and I moved to the new company, I would like you to take in
some of the most promising girls from among my models too...」
The
president's face instantly turned sullen.
「Well,
you say that, but there's a certain sense of integrity in the industry...」
This
is laughable. With that in mind, I put on a flattering expression.
「Please
do something about that...」
「But
you know what... The little girl over there seems to be in demand by
enthusiasts... I wonder if that girl... I don't know」
「For enthusiasts...」
Masaki-chan's
smile twitches, and Shima-san exaggerates her voice.
「Occhan!
Occhan! Don't you think we are suitable for variety? I'll do my best. Please do
something it」 (*Occhan : it's a bit cute and friendly way to call a
middle age )
「Occhan...」
Seeing
President Kurashima's face twisted in displeasure, Kurosawa-san interrupted.
「President,
please do something for them. These girls are my adorable juniors. As a
condition of my contract, please include a contract with them」
Then,
President Kurashima looked at Yamauchi-san and let out a big sigh.
「Misuzu-kun...
Well, now that you mention it, I guess we have no choice」
「Thank
you very much!」
「Yamauchi-san,
the contract, please」
When
President Kurashima said so, Yamauchi-san brought two copies of the
saddle-stitched contract in front of Kurosawa-san.
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「Here
is the contract. One copy is for us and the other is for you, so please sign
and seal both copies and don't forget to put your seal on the other」
「Okay,
Misuzu-kun. Please sign and seal them」
「Sign
it... now?」
「Yeah,
it's not a draft, it's official. We can't offer you any more terms than that. I
want you to decide here and sign the contract」
He has
no intention of letting other people negotiate with him.
This
is a terrible thing to do to a minor. If they don't have the consent of their
guardians, they could just revoke the contract. But he seems to have some
know-how about that.
And as
soon as Kurosawa-san picked up the contract...
「Misuzu-chan!
No! Don't sign anything!」
The
door opened with a loud bang, and a woman ran into the room shouting loudly.
Everyone's
gaze is drawn to her at once.
Her
hair is shoulder-length and tousled.
A
round face with freckles on the tip of her nose.
A
woman in a girly orange dress.
The
person who jumped into the room was Yasuko Kinuta.
Or
called Ponpoko-san.
She
had a desperate look on her face that didn't match her gentle round face, and snatched
the contract out of Kurosawa-san's hand and crushed it.
「Kinuta!
What are you doing!?」
The
president shouted and glared at her, and she looked frightened for a moment.
But
the next moment, she opens her eyes and screams desperately.
「Misuzu-chan
told me today that she was going to sign a contract with First Beauty, and I
couldn't stay put any longer! I, I, I know! I know that the president has
already tied up a number of unpopular models with contracts and destroyed them!」
The
president gritted his teeth, looked back at Yamauchi-san, and raised his voice.
「What
were the guards doing? Hey! Yamauchi-kun, call the police! Get this idiot out
of here!」
「Go
ahead, call the police or whatever! But what I've heard from those models! I'll
tell them everything!」
On the
other side of President Kurashima and Ponpoko-san, Yamauchi-san is tapping her
phone repeatedly.
The
phone is disconnected. There's no way it'll work. Not in this room.
I
whisper softly to Kurosawa-san.
「Did
you talk to her?」
「Sorry...
She asked me to go to lunch with her and I can't say no... But I didn't expect
this to happen」
As we
whispered to each other, I heard Lili's voice in my ear.
「If
anyone else comes, we're in trouble, Devi, so let’s get started, Devi」
「Okay」
I gave
a small nod and activated <Sleepwalker>.
Immediately,
something like purple smoke covered everyone's face.
「W-what
the hell is this?」
At the
same time President Kurashima shouted, everyone fell asleep at the same time.
Kurosawa-san,
Shima-san, and Masaki-chan. Those who were sitting were slumped down.
Yamauchi-san, the president, and Ponpoko-san, who had been standing, collapsed
as if they were sitting on the floor.
I'm
the only one still awake.
「Well...
What do we do now? about Ponpoko-san」
I
asked, and Lili appeared in the air.
「Ponpoko
is that raccoon-faced, right, Devi? Well, it can't be helped, Devi. She could
just jump in and join us, Devi. Fortunately, there was room for Ryoko, Devi.
There's enough room for all of us, Devi」
「Well,
it's certainly better than sending her home and having her make a fuss. But she
seems like a nice person, so I hope she doesn't get into too much trouble...」
「I will
try my best, Devi」
Lili's
indifferent reply made me feel a little uneasy.
「Then,
order everyone to move to the death game arena, Devi」
「Okay」
I call
out the door leading to the death game arena and tell everyone sleeping here to
move.
Then
they walked slowly, as if they were sleepwalking.
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