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)
ăYou donât have to laugh so muchâŚă
ăU-uh, s-sorry. B-but, no way, I canât stop laughing, ku, fufu⌠Bufu~âŚă
ăNo way, you know, thatâs, pupupu⌠No, itâs not right, itâs not rightă
It took the two of them five minutes to calm down somehow. During that time, they held their mouths and trembled.
ăPhew⌠I thought I was going to dieă
ăMy stomach muscles hurt, Fumio-kună
Rubbing the corners of their tear-stained eyes with their fingers, they somehow regained their composure. Well⌠I wonder if Iâm dressed that badly.
In contrast to my lame outfits, Shima-san and Masaki-chan are both dressed in stylish outfits styled by Kurosawa-san.
ăThe two of you⌠Yeah, I think it looks good on youă
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.
ăSomehow, Iâm embarrassed. This kind of advanced fashion doesnât suit me, right?ă
ăThatâs not true. Natsumi, youâre tall, so that kind of thing looks really good on youă
ăI-is that so?ă
Shima-sanâs 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 girlâs band when they perform on stage, but itâs 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 âSurvivor of the Last Round who Makes Meaningful Remarksâ, 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 couldnât even speak.
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 âHow?â She said, âI really like death games and stuff like that! I want to play it! I want to do it!â So, she was casted as a substitute for Shiratori-san. Iâm a little worried, butâŚ.
ăWell, letâs get movingă
ăYesă
ăOkayă
After calling out to them, I activated 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.
ăMisuzu-senpai, good evening! Iâm NATSUMI, the new model!ă
ăIâm MASAKEY! Senpai!ă
ăHey! Stop it, both of you!ă
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, âPlease take the elevator to the fourth floorâ.
When we arrived at the fourth floor, the manager, Kiyoka Yamauchi, was waiting as before.
ăIâve been waiting for youă
As she said this, she saw Shima-san and Masaki-chan and narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
ăFumijima-san, who are they?ă
ăT-t-they are the model that Iâm in charge ofâŚă
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 âthe doorâ 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 presidentâs visit in the fake reception room.
After a whileâŚ
ăSorry to keep you waiting!ă
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.
ďźâŚDonât intimidate me every time, really)
ăWho are they?ă
ăY-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 tooâŚă
The presidentâs face instantly turned sullen.
ăWell, you say that, but thereâs a certain sense of integrity in the industryâŚă
This is laughable. With that in mind, I put on a flattering expression.
ăPlease do something about thatâŚă
ăBut you know what⌠The little girl over there seems to be in demand by enthusiasts⌠I wonder if that girl⌠I donât knowă
ăFor enthusiastsâŚă
Masaki-chanâs smile twitches, and Shima-san exaggerates her voice.
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ăOcchan! Occhan! Donât you think we are suitable for variety? Iâll do my best. Please do something ită (*Occhan : itâs a bit cute and friendly way to call a middle age )
ăOcchanâŚă
Seeing President Kurashimaâs face twisted in displeasure, Kurosawa-san interrupted.
ăPresident, please do something for them. These girls are my adorable juniors. As a condition of my contract, please include a contract with themă
Then, President Kurashima looked at Yamauchi-san and let out a big sigh.
ăMisuzu-kun⌠Well, now that you mention it, I guess we have no choiceă
ăThank you very much!ă
ăYamauchi-san, the contract, pleaseă
When President Kurashima said so, Yamauchi-san brought two copies of the saddle-stitched contract in front of Kurosawa-san.
ăHere is the contract. One copy is for us and the other is for you, so please sign and seal both copies and donât forget to put your seal on the otheră
ăOkay, Misuzu-kun. Please sign and seal themă
ăSign it⌠now?ă
ăYeah, itâs not a draft, itâs official. We canât offer you any more terms than that. I want you to decide here and sign the contractă
He has no intention of letting other people negotiate with him.
This is a terrible thing to do to a minor. If they donât 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 contractâŚ
ăMisuzu-chan! No! Donât sign anything!ă
The door opened with a loud bang, and a woman ran into the room shouting loudly.
Everyoneâs 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 didnât match her gentle round face, and snatched the contract out of Kurosawa-sanâs hand and crushed it.
ăKinuta! What are you doing!?ă
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.
ăMisuzu-chan told me today that she was going to sign a contract with First Beauty, and I couldnât 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!ă
The president gritted his teeth, looked back at Yamauchi-san, and raised his voice.
ăWhat were the guards doing? Hey! Yamauchi-kun, call the police! Get this idiot out of here!ă
ăGo ahead, call the police or whatever! But what Iâve heard from those models! Iâll tell them everything!ă
On the other side of President Kurashima and Ponpoko-san, Yamauchi-san is tapping her phone repeatedly.
The phone is disconnected. Thereâs no way itâll work. Not in this room.
I whisper softly to Kurosawa-san.
ăDid you talk to her?ă
ăSorry⌠She asked me to go to lunch with her and I canât say no⌠But I didnât expect this to happenă
As we whispered to each other, I heard Liliâs voice in my ear.
ăIf anyone else comes, weâre in trouble, Devi, so letâs get started, Deviă
ăOkayă
I gave a small nod and activated .
Immediately, something like purple smoke covered everyoneâs face.
ăW-what the hell is this?ă
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.
Iâm the only one still awake.
ăWell⌠What do we do now? about Ponpoko-sană
I asked, and Lili appeared in the air.
ăPonpoko is that raccoon-faced, right, Devi? Well, it canât be helped, Devi. She could just jump in and join us, Devi. Fortunately, there was room for Ryoko, Devi. Thereâs enough room for all of us, Deviă
ăWell, itâs certainly better than sending her home and having her make a fuss. But she seems like a nice person, so I hope she doesnât get into too much troubleâŚă
ăI will try my best, Deviă
Liliâs indifferent reply made me feel a little uneasy.
ăThen, order everyone to move to the death game arena, Deviă
ăOkayă
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.