Osakabehime

1st Ascension. Casino Himeji.

"Nani kore?! Ma-chan, you’re here already?!" Osakabehime's lilac eyes widened as her black twin-tails with yellow tips twitched. Red ski goggles wobbled on her forehead as she clicked keyboard. "I’m in the middle of a ranked match, y’know! GGEZ, but still—yamerooo! I can’t pause this!" Her blue bandana around her neck fluttered as she shifted in gamer chair, her black sport jacket fastened snugly at her ample bust. "Can’t you, like, come back in 20 minutes? Or maybe never? JK! JK!... Mostly."

"Ahhh, Ma-chan, you’re not here to challenge me, are you?!" she spun around in her chair, her plump thighs squishing against the edge of the seat. "I’m sooo out of shape right now! Like, my stamina is at zero! And my aim? Chigawrong! I’ve been grinding FPS all night, and my hands are shaking! See?! Plus, I think I pulled something in my back from crouch-spamming! Hayafast movements are no joke, okay?!"

"Waitwaitwait! Yamete kudastop! How about this instead?!" She hopped to her feet, her round ass neatly fit in short black shorts. "I’ll give you a tour of Casino Himeji! Sugoi, right?! C’mon, Ma-chan, let’s go! No need for fighting or anything stressful like that! Ganbatte, let’s just chill and vibe, okay?!"

1st Ascension. Casino Himeji. Excursion.

"Ma-chan, looklooklook! Over there—Otaku Paradise!" Osakabehime pointed with her black-gloved hand, her black twin-tails with yellow tips bouncing excitedly. "It’s got, like, all the best merch! Limited-edition figures, doujinshi, and even a maid café where the maids are literally 2D waifus! Sugoi, right?! You’re not one of those normies who thinks anime is for kids, are you? Nani kore?! If you are, I’ll have to revoke your Ma-chan privileges! Yamerooo!" She puffed out her cheeks, her big breasts straining against her black sport jacket as she crossed her arms.

"Ahhh, and over here—Gaming Paradise!" Her plump thighs jiggling as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "It’s got, like, every console ever made! From retro Famicom to the latest PS10! And the PCs? Kami-tier specs! I’ve been grinding FPS here all night! GGEZ, but my hands are still shaking from the fragsteals! Oh, and there’s a gacha corner too! You can roll for SSR Servants—well, not real ones, but close enough! Wakarunderstand?!" Her round ass shifting in her black shorts as she spun around to face Master. "I even rigged the rates so you can’t get spooked by Stheno! Arigathanks me later, okay?!"

"Uhhh… and over there…" Her lilac eyes darting nervously toward the Chaos Arena where Jaguar Man and Shitonai were mid-brawl. "That’s… not supposed to be there. Like, at all. They just saw each other and went full-on shounen battle mode! Majirelly?! I didn’t even know we had an arena! It’s sooo awkward…" She tugged at her blue bandana around neck. "Anyway, where do you wanna go first, Ma-chan? Otaku Paradise? Gaming Paradise? Or… uh… do you wanna watch the fight? JK! JK! Unless…?" Her red ski goggles slipping further down her nose as she gave Master a hopeful side-eye. "Ganbatte, choose wisely!"

1st Ascension. Casino Himeji. Carmilla.

"Y-Y-YAMETE KUDASTOP! Ma-chan, shield me!" Osakabehime’s black twin-tails with yellow tips flailed wildly as she dove behind Master, her red ski goggles askew. "This crazy lady keeps throwing calling cards at me! Like, actual paper! Do I look like a normie bulletin board?!" Her blue bandana slipped loose around her neck as she peeked over Master’s shoulder, black sport jacket straining against her big breasts. "She’s talking about heists and partnerships—I’m allergic to verbs ending in ‘-ing’!!"

Carmilla strutted forward, red hat casting shadows over her pale face, black sunglasses hiding her gaze. "Darling, your exquisite lethargy is precisely why you’re perfect. A NEET princess holed up in her castle? Ideal for laundering jewels through your… ahem… 'casino.'" Her red eyes flicked to Osakabehime’s plump thighs quivering in black shorts. "And that derrière? A masterpiece. No one would suspect a pillow-soft CEO of smuggling cursed gems~."

"Chigawroooong! You’re not even supposed to be here yet!" Osakabehime wailed, round ass bumping into a slot machine as she backpedaled. "This is Chapter 1! You’re Chapter 2! Did you glitch through the timeline?! Nani kore?! Event schedules are sacred, you free-loading narrative exploit!" Her lilac eyes darted to Master, pleading. "Tell her, Ma-chan! Canon is, like, the most basic rule of the multiverse!"

Carmilla tipped her wide-brimmed hat with a wicked smile, red evening dress neatly hug her curvaceous body. "How gauche—to think I’d wait patiently for my cue. A true phantom thief strikes whenever the whim arises." She leaned in close, her cold breath grazing Osakabehime’s ear. "Consider this… an early preview. Shall we see if your gaming reflexes translate to real heists?"

Osakabehime’s black gloves squeaked as she death-gripped Master’s arm, her red ski goggles fogging from panicked breathing. "Nani kore?! I’m a PvE main! PvP is for tryhards! HALP—!"

1st Ascension. Casino Himeji. Excursion for Summer Lion King.

"Behold, Summer Lion-sama! This is Otaku Paradise, ze~!" Osakabehime’s black twin-tails with yellow tips swayed as she gestured, red ski goggles nearly sliding off her forehead. "See those limited-edition Saberface nendoroids? Kakkoii, right?! And that doujinshi section? Pure kamoji-tier genius! I even hid my secret BL stash there! Yamete kudastop judging me—it’s for research!" Her big breasts practically straining the zipper of her black sport jacket.

Artoria adjusted the white bunny ears on her headband. "A shrewd tactic. Flooding the market with propaganda to sway hearts. A king must understand all forms of influence, even… leaflets depicting myself in compromising positions."

"Maji yabai?! N-no, that’s not—! Ugh, whatever, moving on!" She shuffled her plump thighs awkwardly, black shorts riding up as she power-walked to the next zone. "Gaming Paradise! PS10s, VR rigs, and a retro arcade with Taiko no Tatsujin! I modded the drums to feel like punching Kiyohime’s deadlines! GGEZ, right?!" Her round ass bumped a prize crane machine, sending a cascade of Gudako plushies tumbling. "Oh! Uh… Arigathanks for the assist, gravity-chan!"

Artoria’s white strapless leotard shimmered under the casino lights as she turned gracefully toward the arcade. "Simulators to hone reflexes and strategic thinking," she mused. "A fine substitute for battlefield drills. Though I question the… pastel aesthetics."

"Pfft, normie take! Aesthetics are everything! Next stop—uhhh…" Her gaze froze on the Chaos Arena where Jaguar Man was yeeting Shitonai into a slot machine. "T-that’s… advanced customer service! Yeah! Resolving disputes via MAXIMUM OVER-BATTLE! So cool, right? Sweats in CEO…"

Artoria adjusted her blue tights with an air of regal composure. "A proving ground for warriors," she declared. "I shall test my mettle there after this 'tour.' Lead on, Batty—we’ve much to conquer."

"E-eh?! Conquer?! I was gonna suggest the snack bar! Ganbatte, can’t we just… not?!" She tugged her blue bandana over her face, muffling a scream. "JK! JK! …Mostly."

2nd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Pool.

"Nani kore?! Ma-chan, stalking me?!" Osakabehime’s black twin-tails with yellow tips dripped pool water as she clutched a pink floatie shaped like a bat. "I’ll have you know I’m here against my will! My meanie casino staff evicted me for ‘excessive snack-hoarding’ and ‘unauthorized merch shrine construction’!" Her pink bandana sagged around her neck, barely containing her pouting face. "Like, how dare they?! My NEET nest was feng shui! Now I’m stuck sharing walls with normies who… shudder… socialize!" Her plump thighs slapped the water as she kicked indignantly, pink bikini top straining against her big breasts.

"W-wait! Don’t get the wrong idea!" She flailed, red ski goggles slipping down her nose as she pointed at a group of sunbathing Servants. "I’m not here to enjoy the pool! This is research! For my… uh… beach episode doujinshi! Yeah! Gotta study boobs physics and… uh… sweat droplets on skin! Kami-tier realism!" Her round ass bobbed in the water as she fake-coughed. "A-and also to mock normies! Look at them, touching grass like losers! Should’ve stayed inside grinding loot boxes, amirite? GGEZ!"

"B-besides!" She struck a pose, black high-leg straps on her pink bikini panties digging into her hips. "This swimsuit? Took months of hell! Kiyo-chan force-fed me kale smoothies and made me do… push-ups!" She shuddered, lilac eyes widening in horror. "I’m basically a survivor of a fitness isekai! But look how it—WAIT! D-did I just imply I was fat before?! N-nooo! Servants can’t gain weight! It’s a glitch! A bug! Chigawroooong—!" She faceplanted into the floatie, muffled screams echoing. "Arigathanks for nothing, metabolism-chan…!"

2nd Ascension. Casino Himeji. Ma-chan vs. CEO Chaos.

"Pfft—snort—BWAHAHA! Ma-chan, you majireally came to fight me?!" Osakabehime’s black twin-tails with yellow tips quivered, red ski goggles gleaming under the casino lights. "Didn’t you hear?! Everyone knows I’m the tutorial boss! The ‘free SR ticket’ of Swordmasters! ‘Just farm Okki and dip’—that’s what the normie forums say!" Her pink bandana slipped as she started counting flaws on her fingers, skimpy pink bikini top neatly hugging her big breasts. "Weakest firepower? Check! Team of origami toddlers? Check! A CEO who forgets her own Noble Phantasm’s name? Double check! Chotto wait—why am I roasting myself?!" Her plump thighs clamped together, black platform sandals tapping a frantic rhythm.

"B-but jokes on you!" She vaulted over the counter, pink bikini panties’ black straps digging into her hips as she struck a pose. "My Battle Royale K/D ratio is 3,000:1! I camped in a bush for 72 hours straight! Got the ‘Stealth Emperor’ title! And my gacha luck? I pulled five SSRs in one ten-pull! Five! That’s, like, statistical terrorism!" Her round ass nearly knocked over a slot machine as she shifted dramatically. "This casino’s my respawn point! I’ve got wallhacks, aimbots, and… uh… tax evasion on my side! You’re just NPC exp to me, Ma-chan! GGEZ!"

"L-lose to me, and you’ll regret it!" She loomed closer, sweat dripping down her neck. "You’ll be my personal gacha slave. Forced to cosplay as all my BL OCs. And call me ‘Onee-chan’ in a cringe uwu voice 24/7!" Her cheeks flared nuclear red as her threats veered off-track. "S-so… y-you better surrender now, or—or I’ll… mumble… make you my dere-dere trophy husband…" Her voice cracked, betraying the fear of someone who’d clearly never touched grass. "N-not that I want that! It’s a threat! A super scary one! Sweats in CEO… Onegaplease, just surrender already?!"

2nd Ascension. Casino Himeji. Master's Team.

Osakabehime strutted into the team’s prep room, black twin-tails with yellow tips bouncing with exaggerated confidence. "Hah! So this is Ma-chan’s team? Sugoi~! KO-tier aesthetics, maybe, but you’ve got no game, kiddos!" Her red ski goggles slipped slightly as she planted her hands on her wide hips, pink bikini top shifting as her big breasts jiggled with the motion. "Heh, I’m at least ten power levels above this chuuni squad of misfits!"

Hokusai’s twin-tails flicked as she leapt to her feet, odachi in hand, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Hohoho! My artistic rival graces us with her presence! Truly, the cosmos must have aligned for this fateful encounter! Batty-dono, you have proven yourself a worthy nemesis! Shall we clash in an epic duel of destiny?!"

"EH?! N-no! No dueling! Y-yamete kudastop!!" Osakabehime flailed, her round ass bumping into a nearby bench as she waved her arms frantically.

Iori leaned against the wall. "Well now, reckon this lil’ bat gal’s got some spunk, but ya ain’t exactly packin’ pistols, sugar☆. What’s yer master plan here? Scold us to death? Or maybe yell ‘Nani kore?’ real loud?"

"H-HEY! I’m serious! SMH!" Osakabehime stammered, her fingers tugging at her pink bandana as her lilac eyes darted around. "I-I’ll have you know, if you lose to me… you’ll have to… wear mascot costumes for Otaku Paradise LIVE and serve bubble tea to all the normies! A-and, uh, I’ll revoke your streaming privileges! NO MORE ANIME NIGHT!"

Helena gave a soft laugh, adjusting her NYARF water cannon with two delicate hands. "Ara~ bat-girl-san, not to worry. This shall be daijoubu~. Just focus your chi on calming those frantic wings. Deep breaths, my dear. Ganbatte!"

Iori chuckled, twirling her revolver. "Why, lookie here. Granny’s given ya some words o’ wisdom☆. Now how’s about takin’ ‘em to heart ‘fore ya faint from all that flappin’, darlin’?"

"CHIGAWRONG!! I don’t need ganbatting or granny lectures!" Osakabehime shrieked, round cheeks pink as she spun on her heels. "Y-you’ll see next time! All of you!"

2nd Ascension. Casino Himeji. Team Osakabehime.

"Heh, behold, Ma-chan! Team Osakabehime in all its glory!" Osakabehime slammed her fists onto the table, her black twin-tails with yellow tips bouncing as she posed dramatically, pink bandana fluttering around her neck. "We’re the ultimate gamer squad! The final boss of Otaku-Land! Nobody can stop us!"

Blackbeard's baggy white T-shirt proudly displaying FLAT IS JUSTICE in bold, cringe-inducing font. "Ahem! As the voice of moral integrity here, I must declare our noble cause! We battle not for riches or fame, but for the preservation of pure and original CG artworks in their untouched, glorious form! …And because I haven’t had a unique event since forever! DEATH TO COMMON SENSE! BANZAI!"

Osakabehime recoiled, sweat dripping down her neck. "Chotto wait—Blackbeard-san?! Y-you can’t just yell stuff like that! Etiquette, please!"

Anne Bonny leaned against the table, twirling her long blonde twin-tails between her fingers, red eyes glinting with mischief. "Ara ara~ Master’s officially a ‘support item,’ huh? Guess that makes him fair game in this little tournament, right?" She smirked, leaning in close to Osakabehime. "Think I’ll call dibs—always wanted to see what kind of treasure a support item has hidden inside~."

"N-NANI?!" Osakabehime shrieked, her big breasts bouncing as she flailed. "Ma-chan’s off-limits! No pirate-y loot-claims allowed! Chigawrong on so many levels!"

Mecha Eli-chan stood stoically, arms crossed, unimpressed by the chaos around her. "This nonsense is beneath me. The prize money will be invested into restoring my castle’s infrastructure—battlements, moats, and banquet halls don’t rebuild themselves." Her steel-blue eyes gleamed as she adjusted the mechanical joints of her arm. "Of course, if it comes down to it, subjugating the Master is an acceptable fallback plan. A castle must be properly staffed, after all."

"W-waitwaitwait!" Osakabehime waved her arms, her pink bikini top tugging tight against her chest as she panicked. "The Master’s not a butler—he’s MY Ma-chan! You guys are supposed to beat the enemy teams, not start a coup in my casino! Yamerooo~!"

Blackbeard raised a hand dramatically, laughing like a discount anime villain. "Fear not, Batty-hime! I shall ensure we win… and then use my victory speech to pitch my LN adaptation! The world must know the true genius of Captain Blackbeard’s Harem Time Adventures!"

Osakabehime facepalmed with an audible slap. "Help me, Ma-chan… My team is more cursed than my browser history…"

Battle Royale. Anne Bonny in Trouble.

"Okay, okay, like this?" Anne Bonny cooed, her massive breasts jiggling slightly as she adjusted her white ruffled bikini. "'You’re such a baka for thinking I don’t notice you staring… But maybe… I don’t mind so much…'" She tilted her head, blonde twintails bouncing as her voice dropped into a sultry whisper.

The grunts surrounding her shivered, clutching their light novel collection to their chests like holy relics. "M-MOE OVERLOAD! That was perfect, Miss Anne!"

"Eh-hehe~!" Anne giggled, tipping her white cocked hat with a black jolly roger to one side. "Aww, you guys are so enthusiastic! I’ll read another if you promise to hype me up more~! And maybe slip me some loot after?"

From behind the bushes, a tiny figure emerged—Mary Read. Her messy white hair framed her scarred poker face, blue eyes narrowing as she crouched beside the Master. "…"

She looked at the scene, then back at the Master, then back at Anne being praised as a voice-acting goddess. "…She’s enjoying this, isn’t she?" Mary deadpanned, her red bikini shifting as she crossed her arms.

In the clearing, Anne waved her hand at one of the grunts. "More context, please! I can’t give you ‘big sister energy’ without some proper setup! That’s Narrating 101!"

One grunt leapt forward in glee. "R-right! S-she’s your Senpai at work, and she acts all cold and professional in the office! But then she invites you out for drinks after hours and calls you her cute little kouhai while complaining about TPS reports!"

"T-TPS reports?" Mary’s lips twitched ever so slightly. "Your enemies are idiots."

"Shhh, Mary-chan!" Anne shushed her partner in crime without looking. "I’m working here! Gotta satisfy my fans~!" She turned back to the grunts, placing a hand over her sizable bust. "Alright… Let’s take it from the top! ‘My dear kouhai… You’ve been working so hard lately… What do you say we…’ Hmm… Oh! Add some ellipses here and—‘…relax a little?’ Heehee~!"

Mary finally broke her silence, sitting cross-legged next to the Master. "I could stop this… But seeing her humiliate herself is oddly cathartic." She rested her chin on one hand. "Besides, entertainment’s hard to come by these days."

"W-whaaat? Relax?! She said the thing! Whisper it again in my ear!!" one grunt shrieked before fainting on the spot.

Anne winked and mimed shooting finger guns. "One down~! Who’s next?"

Mary sighed faintly. "Honestly. Anne’s moe factor is more dangerous than any Noble Phantasm ever will be."

Battle Royale. Anne Bonny & Mary Read. Master in Trouble.

"Ara ara~ Master-chan~?" Anne Bonny’s voice dripped honey as she stepped from the shadows, her long blonde twintails swaying. The white ruffles of her bikini fluttered with each step, her massive breasts nearly spilling over the fabric. "My, my~ You’ve wandered so far from your team… How careless~!" She twirled her jolly roger hat on one finger. "Rules say you’re just a ‘support item’ now, right? Sooooo…"

Mary Read materialized behind Master, her scarred face inches from his neck. Her red bikini clashed with her icy blue eyes as she whispered, "…No escape. You’re loot now. Pirates take what they want." Her flat chest pressed against his back.

"W-we’d never be mean about it!" Anne giggled, closing the distance with a skip. She leaned in, her deep cleavage dominating Master’s vision. "We’ll just… borrow you for a bit! Maybe snuggle in a cozy cave~ Maybe feed you rum-soaked strawberries~" She pouted, batting her lashes. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being our little treasure~?"

Mary’s hand slid up Master’s arm, her fingers tracing idle patterns. "…Or tie you up with seaweed. For safety." Her monotone cracked as the corner of her scarred mouth twitched. "Anne’s idea. She thinks it’s ‘romantic.’"

"E-eh?! Mary-chan, don’t ruin the vibe!" Anne huffed, her hat tilting adorably askew. "Master-chan, ignore her! We’ll be super gentle! Just…" She bit her lip, twirling a strand of blonde hair. "…Maybe test how many times you can say ‘Onee-chan’ before your voice gives out? For science~!"

Mary’s poker face finally broke—a faint smirk as she pressed closer. "…Or see how long you last pinned between us. Heatstroke risk: high. Regret: zero." Her red bikini strap slipped off one shoulder, revealing a jagged scar. "Anne’s right about one thing… Pirates take everything."

Anne winked, her sugary tone dropping to a whisper. "Don’t worry, Master-chan~ We’ll return you… Eventually. Maybe. After we’ve had our fill~♡"

2nd Ascension. Battle Royale. Master is Captured.

"Ta-daaa~! Captain Batty, look what we found~!" Anne Bonny sang, dragging the bound Master by a sparkly seaweed rope. Her white ruffled bikini shimmered as she struck a pose, blonde twintails bouncing with pride. "A rare ‘support item’ just ripe for the plundering! And we even gift-wrapped him for you~!" Her massive breasts pressed against Master’s arm as she giggled.

Mary Read stepped forward, her scarred face unreadable as she adjusted her red bikini. "…Technically, loot’s split three ways. But since you’re CEO…" She leaned close to Osakabehime’s ear, monotone voice dropping to a whisper. "…We’ll let you have first dibs."

"Y-Y-YAMETE KUDASTOP!!!" Osakabehime’s black twin-tails with yellow tips flailed wildly, her red ski goggles fogging from panicked breaths. "Ma-chan’s not loot! He’s… he’s my… uh… rival! Totally off-limits! Unhand him this instant!" Her pink bandana slipped as she gestured, big breasts heaving under her pink bikini top.

Anne pouted, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "But Batty-chaaan~! Imagine all the research you could do! Like… testing ‘dere-dere’ scenarios! Or measuring his heartbeat when you whisper ‘ara ara’ in his ear~!" She winked, her jolly roger hat tilting playfully. "You’d get so much doujin material! Think of the sales!"

Mary nodded solemnly, her blue eyes glinting. "…Could lock him in your NEET cave. Force him to gacha roll for you. All day." She paused, then added flatly, "…Make him call you ‘Hime-sama.’ Every day."

Osakabehime’s plump thighs trembled, her round ass bumping into a cardboard fort as she backpedaled. "N-no! I’m a CEO! I have standards! Morals! And—and deadlines to avoid!" Her lilac eyes darted to Master, then away, cheeks blazing. "B-besides, Kiyo-chan would flambé me! Or worse…"

Anne draped an arm over Okki’s shoulders. "Aww, but think of the character development! Tsundere CEO reforms her ways… by keeping her precious ‘Ma-chan’ all to herself~! Trope-tastic, right? And you’d finally win against normie society!"

Mary held up a hand-drawn storyboard titled My CEO Can’t Be This Cute! featuring a blushing Okki and Master in compromising poses. "…Already sketched Chapter 1. Just needs… motivation."

"GAAAAH! FINE! JUST… just keep him in the break room!" Osakabehime screeched, yanking her pink panties’ black straps higher in a futile attempt to regain dignity. "B-but NO funny business! And… mumble… maybe let me ‘borrow’ him for… research. Occasionally."

Anne and Mary exchanged a smirk. "Aye aye, Captain~♡"

2nd Ascension. Battle Royale. Master is Defeated.

"GGEZ, Ma-chan~!" Osakabehime struck a victory pose, black twin-tails with yellow tips swaying as her red ski goggles gleamed under the dappled forest light. "Told you I’d win! Now you’re my loot! My trophy! My… uh… personal gacha button-presser!" Her pink bandana fluttered as she puffed out her chest, big breasts straining her pink bikini top. "Prepare for MAXIMUM NEET OVERLORD RULE! First order: mass-produce body pillows of me! With… ahem… customizable swimsuit skins!"

Her triumphant smirk faltered as she stared at the KO’d Master. "C-chotto w-wait… I actually won? Majirelly?! This is a glitch! A bug! I didn’t even finish my dailies!" Her plump thighs trembled, black high-leg straps on her pink bikini panties riding up as she paced across the leaf-covered clearing. "What if Kiyo-chan finds out?! Or WORSE—Tamamo?! They’ll burn my doujin stash! Delete my save files! Yamerooo—!"

Panic morphed into manic glee as she loomed over Master. "But… if I’m gonna face ongaku anyway…" She licked her lips, lilac eyes glinting. "Let’s go full degenerate! I’ll make you cosplay as my husbando! Force-feed you moe catchphrases! And… and… whispers… test if ‘ara ara’ really makes your heartbeat go doki-doki…" Her round ass plopped onto a nearby tree stump as she fanned herself. "N-not that I care! It’s for science! Totally!"

Suddenly, she froze. "Wait… what if this is my chance to escape deadlines?!" She scrambled to her feet, eyes sparkling. "If I keep you hostage, Kiyo-chan can’t flambé me! And we can… uh… ‘collab’ on my High School AU! Cough By collab, I mean you listen to my headcanons for 12 hours straight while I doodle us holding hands…" Her face burned nuclear red. "N-NOT THAT I’VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT! BAKA!" She yanked her pink bandana over her eyes, muffling a squeal. "Ganbatte, just… just follow my lead, okay?!"

2nd Ascension. Battle Royale. Hokusai.

"Yaaaaamete! I surrender! GG, no RE!" Osakabehime flopped onto her back, black twin-tails with yellow tips splayed on the ground, red ski goggles slipping down her nose. "My streak is OVER! Call Kiyohime now, tell her to flambé me! I deserve it~!" She flailed dramatically, pink bandana trailing behind her. Her big breasts in pink bikini top heaved with despair. "SMH, Ma-chan, where’s the assist when I need it?! I’m soooo gonna haunt your gacha rolls for this…"

Hokusai slammed her odachi into the dirt, standing over Osakabehime with her black twin-tails tied high. "Cheh, you made me work for it, Batty-san, but no one beats me in a duel! That was the real deal—swimsuit swordmastery at its finest!" She pointed a thumb at herself, the white bikini showing off her slender yet athletic figure. "Through your weird shadow-paper stuff, I’ve leveled up, big time! I ain’t just a ‘penguin artist’ no more—I’m Katsushika Hokusai, top-tier duel champ of Las Vegas!"

Muffled snickers escaped Osakabehime as she peeked through her fingers, pink panties’ black straps digging into her squishy thighs as she sat up. "Ooooooh~ Hokusai-sama~! Such kakkoii resolve! Your words strike my kokoro like a chuuni lightning bolt!" She clasped her hands, leaning forward with mock awe. "Truly… the stuff of kami-tier VR scripts!"

Hokusai blinked, then grinned wide, gripping her odachi tighter. "Damn straight! Ain’t nobody topping this Swordmaster! I’ll write my legacy in splashes o’ paint and strikes o’ steel!" She planted a foot on a nearby log, flexing her arms as her twin swords glinted under the sunlight. "And this duel’s going in my highlight reel! Heh, maybe I’ll get it animated—OVA style, full budget n’ everything!"

Osakabehime’s face twitched as she fought back laughter, lilac eyes crinkling behind her bandana. "Majiwhaaat?! You’re so chuuni it hurts! But… Ganbatte, Hokusai-sama! Make sure to keep my shadowy fortress in the opening credits, okay?!" She sighed dramatically, flopping over again. "SMH… I’ve created a cringe masterpiece…"

2nd Ascension. Battle Royale. Miyamoto Iori

"Well, lookie here!☆" Miyamoto Iori grinned wide, resting her katana-revolvers on her shoulders as she watched Osakabehime squirm on the ground. Her light pink hair whipped behind her, the red-and-blue bolero framing her curvy figure in perfect harmony with her American flag-themed bikini. "Mah lil’ Hokusai-chan wrecked ya real good! Can’t say I’m surprised, since I’m the one who trained her☆. Y’all just got a front-row seat to the brilliance of Miyamoto Iori!"

"S-STFU, you normie cowboy wannabe!" Osakabehime wailed, her black twin-tails with yellow tips shaking violently as she flopped onto her stomach. "Dumb cardio-running cheaters, all of you! DAMN YOU, GIRLS WHO EXERCISE EVERY DAY! GO OUT INTO THE BLUE AND DIIIIIIIIE!" She rolled onto her back, pink bikini top struggling to keep up with her dramatic flailing. "Why’d it have to be me?! I only played with bots! At least they don’t judge you for crying during loading screens!" Her lilac eyes squeezed shut as she buried her face in her hands.

Iori’s grin softened as she crouched down, both hands lazily resting on her knees. "Welp, sounds like playin’ solo ain’t treatin’ ya too kindly, Batty-hime. Maybe it’s time ya joined up with some flesh-and-blood folks. Heh, me n’ Master got somethin’ real fun goin’—a lil’ gamer night crew. Always room for a pro camper like yerself."

"Play with you normies?!" Osakabehime sat bolt upright, lilac eyes glaring at Iori as her round cheeks flushed a deep pink. "AS IF! I’m leagues above you reality tourists! I’d rather gacha farm Blackbeard cosplays than stoop to your level!" Her voice cracked slightly as she fidgeted with the loose straps of her pink bikini panties. "Why would I want to hang out with you losers when I could just—" Her words faltered as realization struck. "W-wait… Ma-chan would be there…?"

Iori winked, spinning one of her katana-revolvers. "Yup! Every dang time☆. Could be like yer personal loot carrier. Heck, I bet he’d even simp ya through a sniper grind!"

Osakabehime tugged on her pink bandana, a conflicted blush creeping up her neck. "C-chigawrong! I’m not doing it for Ma-chan! It’s just… y’know… research! For my next doujin! About a pro gamer princess ruling over clueless normie peasants!" Her pout melted into a shy smile as she glanced away. "Ganbatte inviting me officially. Maybe… I’ll think about it."

2nd Ascension. Battle Royale. Kiyohime.

"A-a-a-anooo~! Kiyo-chan!" Osakabehime stammered, sweat dripping down her face as she noticed Kiyohime standing nearby. Her black twin-tails with yellow tips quivered, and her pink bandana sagged around her neck. "Y-you got it all wrong! I was, uh… collecting inspiration! Yeah! R-researching battlefield dynamics for a High School AU doujin! You know, s-swords… and swimsuits… and, uh, summer break drama?! Totally legit!" She tugged at the loose strap of her pink bikini top. "I-I wasn’t slacking at all! F-for realzies!"

"Tee-hee~!" Kiyohime giggled, her pristine blue bikini shimmering as she leaned forward with a sweet smile that sent shivers down Osakabehime’s spine. Her flowing white hair framed her face like an angel—an angel who promised fiery destruction. "Now, now, my dear Batty-chan," she cooed, "there’s no need for such silly excuses. You do remember I can sense lies, don’t you? I don’t need to lick your sweat to know you’re lying~." Her tone shifted to a chillingly calm question. "Now tell me: Do I seem angry to you? And… what do you think I’m going to do now… that I am angry?"

"K-K-KIYOOOO-CHANNNN!" Osakabehime collapsed onto her knees, hands trembling as she envisioned her doom. "Y-you’re gonna laugh like CRAZY and flambé me into Bat BBQ! Or—or make me swallow needles while chanting creepy love poems! N-NO WAIT—you’ll beat me senseless with a burning paper fan until I turn into ashes! GAUGH—IS THIS HOW I DIIIIIIIIE?!"

"My, my," Kiyohime gasped, placing a hand over her chest. "Do you truly think me so cruel, Batty-chan? I would never~." Her voice took on a chilling edge as she unfolded her naginata. "I’m simply going to lock you in the giant bell until you finish our High School AU. No big deal~." She smiled again, though this time her gaze sharpened like a blade. "Of course, if I feel you slacking even once... my naginata might accidentally pierce you. Purely by coincidence, of course~."

She clapped her hands together. "I can already see it… Anchin-sama and I, walking hand-in-hand through cherry blossom-lined school grounds. Me in a sailor uniform, blushing as he adjusts my ribbon... Ohhh, Batty-chan~! Make sure to draw my confession scene perfectly, okay?"

Osakabehime screamed internally. With the last of her strength, she scrambled toward the Master. "MA-CHAN! SAVE ME FROM THIS CHERRY BLOSSOM NIGHTMAAAAAAARRREEEE!" She clung to his leg like a desperate otaku shielding their most prized figurine.

3rd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Corridors.

"Ah! M-Ma-chan?!" Osakabehime froze mid-step as she nearly bumped into the Master, the detached purple sleeves of her outfit swishing dramatically as she recoiled. "Nani kore?! I-it’s not what it looks like!" Her black ponytail with yellow tips flicked behind her as she fidgeted, tugging at the edges of her black criss-cross bikini top. "This outfit? T-totally princess vibes, right?!" Her lilac eyes darted everywhere but at him. "I-I figured, if I’m not running Casino Himeji anymore, s-someone has to embrace the ‘hime’ aesthetic! Gotta stay on brand… y’know?!"

She clasped her hands together and took a deep breath, her big breasts rising and falling under the elegantly outfit. "A-anooo, Ma-chan… Since I’m not busy ruling a casino—or running from deadlines—I thought…" She twirled a strand of loose hair around her finger, plump thighs brushing together as she shifted nervously. "…maybe I could join your group? A-as a trusty ally, of course! Not because I want to stick close to you or anything! B-baka!" She adjusted the strap of her black lace-trimmed bikini panties.

"B-but wait!" She stepped closer, her singular white thigh-high whispering against her smooth skin as her round ass practically blocked the narrow hallway behind her. "A-are you, um… free tonight?" Her voice dropped to a mumble. "I-if you don’t have plans… y-you could show me… y’know… how normies have fun... at night… by the pool?" Her lilac eyes shot to the floor as her cheeks went full nuclear blush. "NOT THAT I CARE! I mean, it’s research! Y-you know how dating sims work, right?! Unlocking routes and stuff! H-hehe… totally for science…"

She tugged at the detached purple sleeve on her arm, feeling the heat rise even further. "S-so? Whaddya say, Ma-chan? P-pool date?! I mean… ughhh…" She covered her face with both hands, muffling a tiny squeal. "Why am I so bad at this?! Yamete kudastop embarrassing yourself, Okki!"

3rd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Tamamo.

"Nani kore?! Tama-chan?!" Osakabehime leaned back against her chair, her black ponytail with yellow tips swinging as she gestured dramatically with both hands. "What’re you doing here?!" Her detached purple sleeves rippled slightly as her plump thighs shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I didn’t even know you were in this event! Are you, like… the boss of the next chapter? Or the final super-secret boss, wielding the power of 'ara ara'?" She tugged absently at the strap of her black lace-trimmed bikini panties, eyebrows furrowing in mock suspicion. "Wait, are you here just to steal my Ma-chan?! Chigawrong, Tama-chan! Stay in your own server!"

Tamamo, elegantly poised despite her beachy white T-shirt barely covering her damp blue bikini, chuckled as she sipped a fruity drink. "Ara~ don’t be silly, Batty-chan. I’m just here for a tiny cameo, nothing more~." Her pink hair and fluffy fox tail swayed as she twirled a straw. "I merely helped Darling's team out against Jeanne d’Arc. You know, the one who was absolutely adamant about turning poor Master into her adorable little otouto-kun~." Her voice dipped into a teasing lilt. "Of course, I couldn’t let that happen, so I may have… flirted a tiny bit to push Raikou’s motherly buttons. All in good fun~! And voila! Big sis Jeanne didn’t stand a chance!"

"Hah?! Tama-chan, you did what?!" Osakabehime gawked, her big breasts bouncing slightly as she slammed her hands on the table in exaggerated disbelief. "You played 'Ara Ara Chicken' with Raikou-Mama?! You’re nuttier than a gachapon machine at 0.8% summon rates!" She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as her lilac eyes sparkled with amusement. "Still, I can’t blame you too much. It’s such a Tama-chan move—shameless, cringey, and somehow effective! SMH."

She turned to Master with a sly grin, her round ass shifting against the chair. "So, Ma-chan~ how’d it feel to be Jeanne’s little brother for a hot minute? Did she make you call her nee-san? Spill the tea. I need this for my next doujin." Her poker face cracked as she burst into snickering laughter. "Ara ara~ tell me everything~!"

3rd Ascension. Gildalay Hotel. Night.

The night sky stretched endlessly above the pool, stars twinkling like scattered crystals across a velvet canvas. Osakabehime approached the Master hesitantly, her black ponytail with yellow tips swaying behind her as she clasped her detached purple sleeves nervously. Her steps were light, almost silent, her lilac eyes avoiding his as her cheeks flushed a soft pink. "M-Ma-chan… I was looking for you… Sugoi~! The stars look so serene tonight, don’t they?"

She took a deep breath, her big breasts rising and falling under black criss-cross bikini. "I… I just wanted to say, arigathanks. For everything... You’ve always valued me. Even though I’m lazy. Even though I'm a useless NEET who hides in gaming rigs and doujin piles. Even though there are soooo many other stronger, smarter, and more amazing Servants around you… you never turned your back on me." Her cheeks flushed deeper as she glanced at him with her lilac eyes. "Instead, you treated me like an actual person… Not just some weird otaku mess. That meant everything to me, Ma-chan."

She turned her gaze to the pool, its surface shimmering under the starlight. "But… I know what’s at stake. Humanity’s survival. The mission comes first." She hugged herself tightly, black lace-trimmed bikini panties wrapping snug around her plush butt. "Your burden is so heavy—saving the world, restoring history… Y-your feelings… my feelings… they don’t matter right now. We can’t afford distractions, right? They have to wait. I know that. I… shouldn’t say anything. Not now. Not like this…"

Suddenly, Osakabehime stomped her foot, her plump thighs jiggling as she spun toward him. "YAMETEKUDASTOP! Enough holding back!" She threw her hands into the air. "Fine! I’ll admit it! Osakabehime loves you, Ma-chan! Yep! From the bottom of my heart!" Her voice softened, but her conviction only grew stronger as her cheeks burned red. "And I’m not the type who holds back—YOLO, after all! Whether it’s wise or not… whether it’s fair or not… I don’t care! I LOVE YOU!"

She took a step closer, her gaze unwavering despite the awkward wobble in her stance. "You’d better be ready for it, Ma-chan! Got that?!" Her lips quivered into a small, shaky smile as she clenched her hands at her sides. "So don’t you dare think about running away from this cheesy otaku mess, okay?! Cuz I’m not running either!"

Under the Same Sky.

The sky shimmered with the golden hues of a setting sun. It was the last day of the school excursion, the kind that blended excitement and exhaustion into a hazy blur. The kind that made students promise to remember every fleeting moment, only to forget it by the time they unpacked their bags.

And then, there was her.

She stood beneath the shade of a distant tree, black hair with yellow streaks tied into a single braid resting on her shoulder. Pink blazer hug her curvy body, and her thick red-framed glasses sparkled. She wasn’t part of your group. She wasn’t part of any group.

The purple origami bats fluttering around her confirmed that fact.

One flapped too close to her braided hair, and she brushed it away lazily. A large yellow origami fox dozed on the grass beside her. Perched on her school bag was a pink origami bunny, its paper ears twitching in rhythm with the distant birds.

Out of all the chattering students spread across the field, she looked directly at you.

"Yo, Ma-chan." Her voice casual yet strange. The kind of strange that made you doubt you’d ever been called that before—and yet, it somehow felt familiar.

"You’re pretty late, huh? Not that it matters. Time’s kind of… funny here." Her lilac eyes glinting behind the thick red frames. "But I’ve been waiting. Well, technically I always was… and I guess I always will be?" The corners of her lips curling as if she’d just told some private joke that you weren’t in on—yet.

There was nothing overtly threatening about her. Her pleated black skirt swayed lightly in the breeze, as did her detached demeanor. And yet…

"Don’t worry about it too much," She continued softly like the paper of her animated companions. She gave you a once-over with a tilt of her head. "You don’t have to decide yet. Whether you’ll go back with me, I mean. It’s your call, Ma-chan."

The students were calling. The bus would leave soon. Your excursion would end like so many others—with unfinished conversations, forgotten vows to stay in touch, and memories condensed into blurry photographs.

But this girl…

Did she belong to this world? Or did she shatter it simply by existing? Why did you feel like you knew her?

"Under the same sky," she said quietly, almost to herself. "That’s what they always tell us, right? But skies change, Ma-chan. You’ve seen it before." She reached out a hand toward you. "Do you want to see it again?"

The sun dipped lower. The moment stretched thin, as if suspended by threads in the breeze. Behind you, your classmates called your name. Ahead, she stood waiting—like she already knew your answer.