And I know how important a role of
"Sasami" in weight loss in boxing is.
It is high in protein and low in fat.
Beef, pork, chicken. Its fat content
is lower and its protein content is higher than any of those meats. It also
contains more niacin and tryptophan.
But it becomes dry because it is
overcooked. So, it is recommended to heat slowly over low heat, as it loses
moisture easily.
I think the easiest and tastiest way
to eat it is to heat it in a microwave oven for a minute and put Bainiku (梅肉) on it.
However, it is not a pleasant thing to
look at.
I wonder how many people in their long
life will have to look at the "Sasami" so intently.
**a
Not to mention Sasaki-san.
After having my limbs shattered to
pieces and suffering the pains of hell, I was brought together with others in a
dimly-lit room, and just when I was scared of what was going to happen to me...
here it is.
I don't think it's a anticlimax.
It was just terrifying because it
didn't make any sense.
All we could do was look at each
other, bewildered.
Nobody speaks.
Then, after a long, long silence, the
edge of the Sasami was lifted up and swayed from side to side, pushed up
against the wrap under the pack in the screen.
『Am I in the picture?』
「Yes, your face is perfect」
Behind Sakon, Kishijo responds.
（I mean, where is his face?）
But of course, I can't say it out
loud.
『Come one, if they don't react, Isn't
it possible that they don't see me?』
A somewhat disgruntled male voice
comes over the speakers. I wonder what kind of reaction he was expecting.
『Cough!』
Immediately following the coughing, a
heavy male voice echoes again from the speakers.
『Now, the love-dovey corruption game
has finally begun. The main navigator is me, Sasaki-san. The assistant is――』
The four maids in the background speak
in unison.
「「「「We, the Shortcuts」」」」」
『――And hereby I present to you...』
（Come on, just get on with the story...）
What a farce.
To begin with, I have a temper.
If I hadn't been hurt, I'm sure I
would have smashed the monitor by now.
『The rules are simple. You four will
corrupt a saint』
「Saint?」
A woman with short wavy hair, who was
sitting on the other end of the room from me, raised one eyebrow doubtfully.
However, Sasaki-san ignored her and
went on with his story.
『A person blessed by an angel, the
natural enemy of us demons, that is a saint. The four of you will seduce him
and see who can corrupt him the fastest. This is a game in which you compete with
each other』
（Something funny... demons and
angels... And seduction...）
『The method is simple: you compete with
each other to seduce the saint and make him a prisoner of your carnal desires.
The winner is the one who gets laid the quickest』
「Hey, wait a minute!?」
I found myself shouting.
This is no joke.
「D-do you mean to do s-something
naughty!?」
『Yes, that's right』
「No, no, no, no, no!? Do you think I
can do that kind of thing? Isn't there someone better suited for this? Why me?!」
I haven't had a boyfriend before.
After all, I've never been treated like a girl, and I know I'm not pretty.
Still, I've often wished I didn't have
freckles, or that I had good teeth, but either way, if a girl has a personality
like mine, there's no way she'll attract a guy.
『Please do your best to risk your life
there』
「That's... nonsense...」
『By the way, when I analyze this
saint's preference, it seems that it is a so-called "Lady's type (Ojou-sama)", but human beings have a slight
blurring of the lines. That is why the range of his preference is between a
Yankee and a lady. Well, for me, I don't understand such interests toward that
at all...』
「Sasaki-san」
『...sorry about that』
Behind Kayama, Hotta called out his
name as if to reproach him for saying unnecessary things, and the edge of the
sasami folded in the monitor as if to bow his head.
（In other words, Sakon and Kayama are
the main candidates, and I and the sister （Nee-san） over there are treated as if we were
the big holes... that kind of pisses me off...）
「You mean... you want me to help you
get rid of the obstacles in your way. What if I don't want to do it?」
When Sakon asked this question in a
probing tone, Sasaki-san's shoulders (? slumped.
Then, Sasaki-san makes a gesture as if he is cowering.
**b
『Unfortunately, you do not have the
right to refuse. If you refuse, you will die here and now』
「As I thought...」
Sakon let out a deep sigh.
「But even if I seduce this gentleman...」
When Kayama opened her mouth
anxiously, Sasaki-san's voice interrupted her from the speaker.
『Let me explain the rules. The time
limit is unlimited, and each of you is free to approach the saint. As I said
before, the game ends when you get one shot. As a progress check, we will bring
you to this room every night at midnight, and we will tell you the degree of
intimacy between you and the saint in numerical form』
A pie chart in red and blue appeared
on the screen.
『The person with the lowest number that
day will receive a minor penalty』
「Penalty...」
I don't know how minor the penalty,
but these are the people who break people's bones so casually.
『If you ask him to bed with you at the
maximum intimacy level, there is no way that he will refuse you. In other
words, the person who improves the intimacy, invites him to bed, and steals his
virginity is the one who wins』
「What if I take his virginity
regardless of its numerical intimacy value?」
The lady asks with a sharp look in her
eyes.
『It's impossible to take his virginity
by force. This man is a saint. Still, if you take his virginity, no problem
with the numbers... but if you fail, the relationship will deteriorate
drastically and you will surely lose』
Even after hearing all this, it still
doesn't ring a bell with me.
The very idea of seducing a man is too
far away from my mind.
I guess that the sister over there has
some experience, but Kayama and Sakon are young ladies, and they don't seem to
have any experience as well as I do.
（This sister is the most likely the
winner... I wish she would take his virginity and end the game...）
But that idea was naive.
『For those of you who are the losers
when the game is over, I, Sasaki, will process your meat and ship it to Juon, a
supermarket chain in the demon world, so that you can enjoy the feeling of
becoming me, Sasaki』
「What!?」
「Eek!!」
「Ehhh!!」
「No way!」
All four of us were astonished.
It should have been a terrible joke,
but we had already realized that it was not a joke at all.
「Why are we in such a situation!?」
I shouted out, and Sasaki-san answered
casually.
**c
『There is no reason. We are devils. On
the contrary, to the one of you who succeeds, the devil will do whatever it
takes to make your dream come true. Status, wealth, and honor are yours to
enjoy』
「Anything?」
Surprisingly, it was Sakon who took
the bait.
『Yes, to be an idol. To be the most
beautiful woman in the world. To be a billionaire. Or to marry the male actor
of your choice...whatever』
Kayama gulps and clears her throat.
（Well, she's poor now, isn't she... I
wonder if wishes that would normally never come true are possible... with the
devil...）
I have at least a dream that I want to
come true. But as a matter of course, this is...
In the air of indescribable mixture of
fear and desire, the sister suddenly shouted out loud.
「You've got to be kidding!」
She kicks her chair and stands up,
quickly moves behind Inui, puts a gun to her temple while locking her neck in a
headlock position.
「This is the police! Stop your useless
resistance and surrender!」
The room falls silent. I involuntarily
gulped and swallowed with bated breath.
I don't know if it's a good idea for a
policeman to take hostages, but I think it's inevitable against these guys.
Sasaki-san and the female detective
glaring at each other.
The maids in the background are,
weirdly enough, not reacting at all. The same is true even for Inui, who is
being confronted with a gun.
『Oya oya, it can't be helped. One of
you has already been eliminated』
From the center of Sasami (Sasaki-san), there is a sudden flash of light.
「...eh?」
And a puzzled voice came from the
sister.
「Kyaaaaaaaah!」
This was followed by Kayama's scream.
Inui and the sister in the back had
fist-sized holes in their abdomens.
「Gboo...!」
The sister collapses, spitting a large
amount of blood onto Inui's shoulder.
Inui was unconcerned, even though
there was a large hole in her throat as well.
Then, while looking down at the sister
who is convulsing in the pool of blood, Inui opens her mouth nonchalantly.
「Well then, Sasaki-san, I'm going to
dispose of this garbage」
『Yes, thank you』
Sasaki-san's hand waved(?), and Inui
lightly lifts up the sister's body and disappears into the darkness in the
corner of the room.
What is left behind are the blood
stains on the floor, the thick smell of blood, and the desperately depressed
air.
（I...
have to do it...I have to do it...）
When I turned my eyes toward Sakon, I
saw that her eyes had completely changed as well.
「...Who is the name of this saint?」
As Sakon asked this question, a man
appeared on the monitor.
A man I do not know. Although he has a
face that I can't hate, he is ugly in general.
『He is Fumio Kijima, a third-year
student at your school』
