After checking an obnoxious number of hospital windows — and possibly violating privacy and HIPAA laws in a foreign world — our heroine finally finds her target!!! She stealthily slips into the room and looks at his face. His handsome features, those dark eye circles, and that perpetual scowl stir something kindred inside her.
She awkwardly touches his hand and fidgets a few times. Yes — the lewdest thing a person can do. Holding hands in a dark room!!! One of her bucket list items is quietly crossed off from her “hopes and dreams” pocketbook — the one with cobwebs between the pages.
She furtively checks the next few items on her list:
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Holding hands while eating a parfait at the sea
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Doing the Titanic pose with Hajime-kun while Nocturne-san kneels in the back crying
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And... quitting her job to become a stay-at-home mother!!!
She clasps her hands together and crosses her fingers for the last one. Retirement, baby. That's the dream. She only wants to market herself to one man for the rest of her long life.
With a blush, she begins casting marketing magic on Hajime-san, infiltrating his dreamscape to better understand his preferences for future algorithmic perfection.
Valiant Engine: "Sooo, that’s what I do in a nutshell."
Whalescalibur: "You... I thought we were kindred?! Betrayer! Were you being nice just as a ruse?!"
Whalescalibur falls into denial. "NOOO! I cannot deal with another one!"
She looks at her sister sipping miasma tea, then at the snotbubble dragon lady sleeping in the corner.
Valiant shrugs. "This is how things are."
Her fluffy lioness ears and tail suddenly stand straight. "Someone uninvited has entered." She points at the sky.
All the dream residents glance upward.
A gloomy, hoodied giantess with... ample assets descends, illuminated by soft pink lights like an idol at her first concert debut.
Caladblock spits her tea. "What the hell is that hussy doing here?!"
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She immediately charges power and fires a beam of pure corruption and death — only for it to be deflected by a pink heart-shaped shield, straight into Whalescalibur's home.
Whalescalibur: "MYYYYY HOMMMMEEEEE! I HAVEN’T EVEN BROKEN IN THE SOFA YET!!"
Crestfallen, she collapses to her knees. "Is there no justice in this world?"
Melissa-san lands gently and looks around. "Ohhh, there he is. If I pull this off, I’ll cement my superiority over that bitch."
Ignoring the others inside Hajime’s consciousness, she grabs his cocoon-room and hugs it tightly with her generous assets.
Her warmth and happiness — her ultimate ad — is meant to be felt, not watched.
Dream Melissa-san closes her eyes and channels her energy to penetrate deeper into Hajime-san’s dreamworld, catching a glimpse of his current activity.
Hajime-kun, playing a fighting game: "HEY, you bastard! Stop spamming the low kick!!"
Asura Hajime: "I’m just doing what you would do. Git gud, scrub."
Hajime: "I am gud, you git! My fingers are just fumbling!"
Asura: "Then you’re not gud. Casual."
Hajime does a desperate combo, only for Asura to block it perfectly.
Hajime: "You fucker! How did you know how to block that?!"
Asura: "We share a brain cell, idiot."
Hajime rage quits and switches to a racing game.
"Let’s do this one next!" he yells, booting it up with a controller.
The two — aka himself — race with childlike glee, satiating their shared thirst for speed.
But the cocoon begins to tremble, and for some reason, the room starts heating up.
Hajime, engrossed in the game, doesn’t notice that his Magical Girl Mary-san figurine is slowly morphing into a hoodied succubus figurine, pink eyes glowing, notebook in hand.
Whalescalibur: "WHAT the hell is a demon doing in here?! What did I miss?!"
Caladblock (malding): "It’s that damned hussy from the ship you idiot! She was smitten harder than expected!!!"
Valiant raises an eyebrow. "Ohhh myyyy, now this one is truly interesting..."
She cracks her fingers, sits like a cat, and starts scribbling gibberish in the sand.
In the background, the orange snotbubble of the dragon girl explodes:
"AHHHHHHH, what did I miss??!"
Groggily, she floats toward Melissa.
Dragon Girl: "NEEEE, NEEEEE, Melissa, NEEEEE, MELISSAAAAA—"
Melissa ignores her completely.
Then... an orange idea bubble appears over the dragon’s head.
She materializes a blowhorn and screams:
"OVERTIIIIIME, MELISSSSSAAA!"
The giantess shrieks, pale as a ghost, and looks around in terror.
Then, confused, she squints at the little dragon.
Melissa: "Walletbreaker...? UMMMM, I can explain!!!"