And as if that weren’t enough, she kept going. "As for the Chief, he turned out to be a good kisser. Way better than Onibara, honestly. I had to spend hours teaching them the basics about sex, and just when I was about to become one with the Chief, I suddenly got slammed out of the mansion and dropped naked right where those gentlemen ninjas happened to pick me up."

What a tale.

Kiyoshi had begun trembling, most likely wondering if people like her could even exist in real life.

Ugh… and that was when I remembered. I actually had a gig with the same animal.

It might have been funny before—her trying to sleep with a hulking mass of steel that didn’t even have any holes for her to enjoy—but now my body was practically human. And pretty sensitive too.

"Uhm…" I started, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise across my cheeks, "about our arrangement."

"There is no turning back!" she barked suddenly, still clinging onto Kiyoshi like a baby monkey. "I am f***ing your ass out as soon as Kiyoshi is done. That way, it can even be a threesome. Ah, wait! Tanaka-chan! Do you want to join the orgy?"

"Please, just give up, Shizuka," Tanaka-nii-san responded dryly, not even lifting his eyes from his book.

"Got it. I’ll seduce you some other time, then!" she declared without shame.

I was almost on my knees, begging. "Sh-Shizuka-sama… P-Please spare me, I didn’t know what I was saying back there. I... I..."

The result? It had the exact opposite effect.

She, and even my supposed ally Kiyoshi, both immediately turned bright red—flustered at the sight of my teary-eyed face.

The pure sadism…

"Nagisa-chan, I swear I wasn’t seriously thinking about sleeping with a monstrous cyborg earlier," she said calmly, as if trying to reassure me. "But you’re just so cute right now, I will lose my mind if I don’t feel your naked body pressed against mine. Right, Kiyoshi-chan?"

"Y-Yes," he stammered, adjusting his glasses nervously.

"Like hell, four-eyes!" I yelled, jabbing my finger at his nose. "I am saving myself for my prince charming riding on a white horse!"

…Ugh… I did it again.

I ended up thinking of something only a maiden would. Is my mind really starting to turn female too?

When I was Nagisa the human, I still felt like some kind of criminal whenever I bathed in the women’s bath or stepped into the girls’ locker room.

What is this… some bizarre side effect from Gojo’s beating?

At the end, I pleaded for a compromise; and so, the judgment would be postponed until nightfall.

I still did not have any actual holes to fiddle with, but earlier when I rubbed my crotch, I came to a very disturbing realization about just how messed up I was.

I could feel waves of euphoria coursing through me, yet there was no proper outlet for it. I couldn’t orgasm.

If Shizuka were to attack me seriously, I would end up dying from sheer torment and build-up alone.

I could already feel my metallic bones rattling just from the thought.

Well…

Let’s just leave tonight’s problem for tonight!

There was another issue currently on the table.

"Yeah, Onibara-sama gave our unit a new name," Benimaru casually tossed out as if it were nothing important.

"Oh, yeah. So now we’re officially her lackeys since we failed the game," I sulked, lowering my shoulders dramatically. "And what’s this brilliant name she decided on?"

"The Death Troupe, that’s what she called it," Rei answered in her usual composed tone.

The Death Troupe? Was she mocking us?

Well, she mocked Nakamura-sensei and even Yasuna without hesitation, so she probably would not hold back on mocking the living either.

And apparently, we were all given code names now.

Rei began listing them out, "Shizuka is Arachnid, Tanaka-san is Rock, Benimaru is Ifrit, I am now known as Krystal, and you… you are Terminatress."

"Pfft! Hahaha!" I laughed loudly, clapping my hands together. "Good one, Rei! Alright, for real now, what’s my actual code name?"

"..."

...Shit.

"Kiyoshi, this is your fault!" I snapped, yanking at his hair. "And how did that Oni-baba even find out?!"

"I swear I never told anyone!" he cried out, panicking. "Maybe it’s destiny!"

"Shut that mouth of yours! I want a cooler name! Something like Death-borg, or Robo Shōjo, or even Andy! I would take literally the Terminator over this joke!"

But despite my tears and my desperate pleading, not a single one of them gave me an ear.

"You could always ask Onibara-sama to change it for you," Benimaru mocked openly, his face as emotionless as ever, making it hit harder.

Like that old hag would ever listen to anything I say!

No, she actually tried to kill me yesterday…!

Well, okay, I also got carried away and tried to kill her back, but that’s beside the point.

Our conversation soon drifted toward the Red Ninja Onee-san who had visited yesterday.

"I had never seen Rinja-sama with my own eyes before, I was stunned," Shizuka started, her expression turning dreamy. "Do you think she’s a virgin?"

"I heard she came to the village once before?" I ignored her wild speculation and asked instead.

"Yes, several years ago," Tanaka-nii-san, our walking library, answered without hesitation. "Back when there was a great war in the village, it is said she came merely to watch."

"Just watch?" I raised a brow. "Are gods really that bored?"

"They think she wanted to join in," Tanaka continued, "but she decided against it once she realized we were winning. She even went so far as to use our hot spring before suddenly departing."

Talk about authority, that Rinja.

And to think, she gave me her grace too.

I wonder what I am supposed to do with it now. Should I go around picking fights with other gods and have them complain to Rinja, saying, "Put your kid on a leash!"?

There seems to be some deep mystery shrouding this world. I still do not know the reason I died and ended up in another world. Could it be tied to the politics of the gods somehow?

Anyway, since we all lost the house that was supposed to be the prize from Onibara’s ridiculous gam—