***
After apologizing, and teasing me a little about Kiyoshi, we both hopped down from the tree branch and went back into the room.
It was already pretty late, so we just headed straight to bed.
I don’t really need sleep, but screw it. Shizuka cuddled up against me and drifted off not long after.
Kiyoshi was too shy—or maybe more like terrified—to stay in the same room with Shizuka, so he ended up hiding in his Lab instead.
Sigh…
In the end, I’ll never get back what I’ve lost… my poor innocence, wrung out of me by a perverted vixen.
And the worst part? Despite everything, it actually felt good.
No, not just good. It was possibly the best feeling in the world, and I hate that.
Ugh, what am I even becoming?
If I’m not careful, Shizuka might drag me all the way down into her perverted world too. Actually, just remembering it is making me feel… kind of hot inside.
And what’s with this messed up nonsense?! My body actually changes depending on whether I’m horny or not?!
That’s beyond unfair!
I lay there staring up at the ceiling, wondering quietly to myself…
“How is my life as a cyborg going to turn out now…?”
Netherbyte seems to be doing her absolute best to make me feel comfortable in my own skin—literally—to make me feel human again.
And I really am grateful for that. But deep down, I know I’m not human anymore... Not really. What even is my life at this point? I haven’t seriously thought of that yet.
{Incorrect: Master, please do not think that.}
(You… stop reading my mind like that!)
{My apologies. But Master… Yamigami Nagisa is a human girl. I have come to understand that humanity is not of the physical state of being, but of the heart. Your heart, though now in a core form, is still that of a human. Your vessel has simply been transformed.}
(Ohhh, would you look at that; Netherbyte’s trying to cheer me up!)
{I apologize if I overstepped my boundary.}
(No, no, nothing like that… Thank you, really. Uhm, this feels weird, but I feel like saying it anyway…)
{What is it, Master? Netherbyte is here to carry out any and every request of yours. Simply tell me.}
(Alright. I love you, Netherbyte. My “human” heart loves you. For your unmatched support and care since I was turned into a cyborg. Let’s keep getting along, okay?)
{…}
Ara? Netherbyte?
{…}
Did she just… fall asleep? It happens in movies all the time: someone confesses, and the other person suddenly knocks out in the middle of it.
Wait, can Netherbyte even sleep?
{F-Forgive me, Master… I… I was trying to… P-process-srs-ses-srs-ses-srs—}
(Ah, calm down, Netherbyte! You’re going to short-circuit!)
It took me a couple of minutes to finally get her to settle down.
Apparently, the word “love” hits her way harder than I expected.
I guess I’ll just keep it tucked away as a secret weapon for later. Hehehe.
***
The next day, Shizuka offered to take me to see Tanaka-nii-san’s place under the bridge.
I didn’t have anything else planned, so why not? I decided to tag along.
However, that succubus had the nerve to make me wear one of her bitch outfits!
A short white skirt that clung to me so tightly it showed off every curve—especially that killer ass of mine! So embarrassing!
I wore high boots, along with what I perceived as basically just a deep blue sash wrapped around my chest, except it still showed way too much cleavage.
There was a lace at the front, and I loosened it a little to reduce the constant pumping of my breasts.
My armpits and midriff were completely exposed for everyone to see, so I snatched a jacket.
And she had the audacity to wear loose black pants with a light purple jacket over her cropped top!
So now I looked like the seductive bitch, while she came off as my gyaru little sister.
And don’t get me started on the erotic panty she forced on me.
Hold up! She’s not actually planning to assault me again, is she?!
Well, considering she had threatened to dress Kiyoshi up as an idol and make him dance in front of the Lab staff, and I realized she genuinely planned to go through with it, maybe I shouldn’t rule anything out.
And… ugh, I don’t know… A tiny, infinitesimal part of me actually wanted to dress like this.
But why? I’m not a slut or anything.
So why do I feel a subtle, almost shameful pleasure from being ordered around by Shizuka, and made to dress this inappropriately?
Someone smart, please explain that to me…
Anyway, let’s just face the hurdle ahead. I’ll deal with the consequences when the consequences show up.
***
Okay…?
We were currently in Tokyo, under the Arakawa Bridge where plenty of people had pitched tents—or just stacked boxes—to live in.
Mega yikes.
Not to mention the lecherous eyes constantly on me.
But then again, a super bishoujo had just graced their atmosphere, so I guess it couldn’t be helped.
Moving closer, I followed Shizuka into a small, four-walled space tucked away in the corner. Pulling the ragged, red curtain to the side, we got a look at the interior of Tanaka-nii-san’s “room.”
Or… was this a warehouse?
“Shizuka, is this a warehouse?”
“Nope, it’s Tanaka-chan’s room.”
God forbid.
Surprisingly, it was clean for a place under a bridge, but the mattress was just lying there, messed up and tossed onto the wooden floor.
The only thing redeeming this hellhole was a long red couch, which actually looked decent compared to the rest of the room.
The wardrobe, though, looked like it was salvaged from a burnt house, and everything else just felt like trash reimagined into furniture.
I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Was he really so poor?
Shizuka casually pulled out her phone and called him.
Meanwhile, I asked Netherbyte to broaden the scope of my perception, aaaaaand—there he was!
A few meters away, supporting his entire weight on one finger while reading a book.
And surrounding him were a few filthy-looking, though kind of cute, ladies who seemed to practically worship him.
The moment he got Shizuka’s call, he sped over, kicking up wind and filth as he returned.
Is this guy even trying to hide his superhuman abilities?
"Welcome to my humble abode, Nagisa-chan." He announced upon arrival.
