Caladblock glared with hatred at Melissa.
“Such shamelessness… this girl fidgeting and blushing on my turf!?”
The teacup in her hand cracked from the intense pressure that emanates deeply from her soul.
Whalescalibur, ever the sage (and nuisance), chime's in:
“I don’t see what’s wrong with it. It’s not like Hajime-kun’s doing anything with her.”
Sagely or not… she has a point.
Valiant, kneeling by a magic circle, traced the last rune on the sand.
“All is set! By the way—she’s done now gals.”
The giantess gently removed the cocoon from her chest, cradling it like a prized treasure. She begins to cast dreamscape-shaping magic. The world trembled as it change's to accommodate something evil.
Hearts start appearing in the air space.
In every corner the eyes can see, the corrupting influence of this giantess is felt.
Melissa-san-themed ads bloom across the dreamscape, marketing herself into the very fabric of Hajime-kun’s subconscious.
Valiant smirke's at her attempt.
“Pretty bold of her, did she see something that pushed her over the edge?”
Whalescalibur blinked. “I didn’t approve of this remodeling. There should at least be a polishing ad somewhere in the sky.”
As if answering her complaint, a glowing ad of "Premium Polish – Featuring Melissa-san!" appeared in the sky.
Whalescalibur clapped at the efficiency.
“Ahhh, now I see no issue about this. Look at all the hearts… and that milky white oil. Its honestly adorable!”
Caladblock scowle's.
“Oh no she doesn’t, I will protect my sanctuary!”
She fired another beam of corruption at the sky. It took out some ads—
But then a strange phenomenon occurs: The ads begin regenerating… exponentially.
Valiant pushed up her imaginary glasses.
“As expected from a marketer. She’s meticulous in pouring her heart and soul into this campaign.”
A groggy sword stir's.
“Ahhhh, why is everything sooo pink!?”
She wiped the drool off her face, squinting hard.
“Wow, Melissa-san, I always knew you had modeling potential!”
She then star's snapping pictures for… cough.... "research purposes".
Caladblock continue's to strike the sky, but it was a futile endeavour.
She drop's to her knees.
“If only I were at full power… if only she hadn’t weakened to this wretched state…”
She cast a withering glance at her ignorant sister.
“I couldn’t protect Hajime-kun from this slop!!!”
She falls into a melodramatic spiral of shame and self-pity.
Valiant, unfazed, announced:
“Ohhhh, everyone she’s finished with her work.”
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The succubus—Melissa—ascended from the dreamscape like a goddess rising to a higher dimension.
Whalescalibur blinked.
“…Sooo what now? Did it just end like that?”
Caladblock shook her head.
“No… it can’t end like this! I didn’t even get to scratch her! So humiliating…”
She clenches her fists, ashamed at her failure to protect Hajime-kun.
Valiant clap's her hands.
“Time to clean up!”
She walk's over to the ritual circle and spat on it with determination—a symbolic gesture with an unsubtle hidden meaning.
All of Melissa’s dream-ads glitched out and disintegrated in an instant.
The dreamscape reverted to normal… as if nothing had ever happened...
Walletbreaker gasped in horror.
“Y-You… how could you!?”
Valiant smiled crookedly.
“I’m just fulfilling my purpose—protecting my owner from unauthorized intrusion.”
Her tail swayed like a predator’s, and she licked her lips slowly.
Walletbreaker stiffened.
“I won’t forget this…”
For the first time in her career, she acted like a real boss.
She stormed out of the dreamscape—exploding a volcano in the background for unnecessary dramatic effect.
Outside, Melissa-san giggled as she sneak's out the window like a thief in the night.
She had no idea all her hard work had been erased—eerily similar to just another day at the office.
Whalescalibur whistled.
“You weren’t lying when you told that story!”
Caladblock grunted.
“Thumbs up. Nice save… It’s a blessing to have you here.”
Valiant, now accepted by the “main wife,” had earned her place in the harem hierarchy… as the second concubine.
She smiled, takes a dramatic bow, and wander's to a hammock with a coconut drink.
She swayed gently, her eyes never leaving Hajime’s cocoon.
Inside the cocoon:
Asura: “We’ve really done some serious introspection today, haven’t we Hajime-kun?”
Hajime: “Yeah… but we still don’t know how to get what we really want.”
Both stared at the ground.
Hajime: “Hey, Asura… hypothetically, if we gathered enough Ad-Blocking Artifacts… could we break the world?”
Asura: “It’s possible. But would that really get us home?”
Hajime: “I know… but maybe we don’t need to go back. Maybe… we make something new.”
Asura blinked. “You’re suggesting we carve out our own haven? One free of all the curses and cringe?”
Hajime smiled.
“Exactly. Let future-Hajime worry about going home. We build our own place here in the meantime.”
They hugged with passion.
Hajime: “I’ll miss you.”
Asura: “We’re always together.”
A bright fusion occurs.
The cocoon cracks open.
Meanwhile, in the Predatoriad Kingdom:
Narrator-kun:
“A blocky demon lord named Director-san !)E!)#*!()!@)(#!), in her downtime, tried to summon the Hero for a forced interview.
But fate—twisted and unruly—morphed her spell into something else.
Her ad warped, chasing the magic trail of Hajime’s original summoning.
Instead of a hero… something else arrived.”
The demon lord sighed.
“Damn, thought I got it this time…”
Before her stood a silver-haired girl with dead pink eyes and a blank expression.
Feeling uncharacteristically guilty, the Demon Lord muttered:
“…You. Want a job in our organization?”
She immediately start's listing benefits, work hours, and expectations.
“Your task is to find the Hero. What was his name again…?”
She shuffles to her empty looking desk.
“Ah, here it is. This generations hero is named Hajime-kun.”
The silver-haired girl blinked slowly.
Then smiled— with her free hand she caresses her ring finger, its cute like a serpent strangling its prey.
“Sure,” she said sweetly.
“Let’s work together… @#&*(@-san.”
Only a few knew… that Hajime’s final calamity had just entered the world.