“…Enough.”
The Saint had already turned red, but now the crimson stretched to the tips of her ears.
“Let’s get moving,” Nanami said, urging us on. We all continued forward.
We arrived at a single classroom. Inside were student desks and chairs like at any other school, along with a hologram display and a device that appeared to be used to control it.
“Looking more and more like a school,” Katorina said as she started riffling through the desks.
Meanwhile, Nanami began looking into how to control the hologram display. The Saint watched as Nanami worked and leaned against the special desk at the very front of the class, staring at the screen.
“Master, I’ve got it working.”
This was what was written on the display.
WELCOME TO THE BRATTY BITCH DUNGEON!
YOU GOTTA USE YOUR WITS AND STRENGTH TO PROGRESS, OKAY?
IF YOU GET STUCK, GO AHEAD AND ASK EVERYONE FOR HELP! DON’T BE SHY!
YOU MIGHT GET CHEEKY AND REFUSE TO LISTEN, BUT GIVE IT ALL YOU’VE GOT!
EVERYONE’S GOTTA WORK TOGETHER AND HEAD FOR THE GOAL!
✦ ✦ ✦
At the present moment, this was a bit hard to understand, but Nanami was bound to explain things for us after this.
Simply put, this dungeon allows you to turn the heroines into coquettish brats. Once they transform, they gain a unique ability. In the process, however, they become standoffish and childish—in other words, they turn into bratty bitches.
The unique ability is required to progress through the dungeon, but the bratty bitchification makes the whole trip into a huge nuisance.
I mean, think about it—would a brat obediently listen to what someone told her to do? No, of course not.
As a result, the protagonist needs to manipulate the heroines to some extent to lead them to the goal, but that rubs up against the biggest problem.
Eventually, you have to undo the bratty bitch brainwashing. How exactly do you do that, you ask?
By putting the bratty bitches in their place.
Ostensibly, the protagonist has to do this to punish them for the teasing, rude remarks they make throughout the dungeon and to force them to mend their bratty ways. By the way, the punishment takes the form of a spanking, of course.
The Saint and Katorina froze up once they learned what they would have to do. I figured their brains must have overheated. I was impressed by Nanami and her battle-hardened, pervy dungeon veteran demeanor. Not only was she totally unfazed, but she also began checking the data to see if there was any other pertinent information.
Eventually, she found something.
“Good news, Master!”
“What is it?!”
“For a limited time, we can add on crotch tattoos and a tanned skin option as well. Shall I?”
Of course not! Give me a break!!
Katorina and the Saint, realizing that they would have to become bratty bitches to go forward, stepped into the bratty bitchification facility, their expressions looking as if they had given up on life altogether. Nanami, of course, passed right through like it was nothing.
This facility was a roughly five-foot-square glass box. As such, everything that went on inside was totally visible. Apparently, a special type of gas was going to be pumped in from holes in the floor.
Once the girls had closed the door behind them, a large amount of white gas filled the room.
As I watched it unfold, I psyched myself up for what was to come. Bratty bitches were powerful. I needed to be prepared for them to tear my mental spirit to shreds.
By the way, during the procedure, an alternate personality would be implanted in the girls’ bodies, leaving them with only the barest of essential information—their name, their age, and some general knowledge. As a result, while they would know things like their names and their favorite foods, they would probably forget who I was.
As for what would happen to Katorina, the Saint, and Nanami’s original true selves, and the memories of this alternate personality…unfortunately, they would remember everything. I supposed the situation would be similar to watching TV. Because of this, the girls would remember the things they had done in their bratty bitch forms even after the transformation was undone.
I decided I would start things off by introducing myself to them.
“All right! Come on, then, hit me with everything you’ve got!”
The door opened about a minute later, and the smoke began to dissipate.
“Uhhh, where aaare we?” Katorina asked.
She looked around the area, rubbing her eyes, after exiting the room.
“So why is it, like, so smeeeelly?”
The Saint was the next to exit. She furrowed her brow and brought her hand up to her nose.
“I’m…a maid. No, a bratty bitch…a bratty bitch maid!”
Nanami was the last one. I had no clue what was going on with her.
“So, uh, who are you, Mister?” Katorina said, scowling when she spotted me.
“Huh? Look at that ♥!” The Saint smiled as she put her hand to her mouth. “What’s with the lame-ass Hawaiian getup? You’re so gross, Mister, for real ♥. Omigosh, so funny ♥.”
“Huh ♥?! OMG, this is ridic ♥! Waaait, don’t tell me, are you actually, like, the Master of my soul? Nooo way ♥! Y’know, I think I want you to call me ‘Gorgeous Bratty Bitch Angel Maid Nanami,’ ’kay thaaaanks ♥!”
I’d mentioned something about steeling my nerves for whatever came next. That was a total lie.
I mean, I was already moments away from breaking.
Here was what I wanted to know: Why had Katorina and the Saint completely transformed into bratty bitches, while Nanami had become a rather irregular form of brat instead? This wasn’t how she was supposed to act!
“I’m not nearly old enough to be called ‘Mister,’” I said. “I’m not gross. And that nickname was way too long!”
Seriously, “Master of my soul”? What the heck was that anyway?
“Whaaaat? You’re suuuuch a Mister, duh! I can totally smell your old man stink from here ♥.”
“Hold up, this stench is Mister’s BO? Ohhhhhmigosh, that’s, like, the worst ♥!”
Hey, Katorina, I don’t have any old man smell at all, dammit. And you, Saint—it’s hard to believe you hate me when you’ve got that cheeky grin on your face… Actually, wait, Nanami, quit sniffing me!”
“Omigosh, you reeeeeek ♥! If I sniff any more, it’s gonna jump-start my maid-mating season ♥.”
That was it, I couldn’t take it. This was way too chaotic. For now…
“H-hold on. First let me introduce myself.”
“I’m totally fine talking to you two, but I don’t want to talk to that old man at allll.”
“If you’re gonna ask us for something, Mister, you need to show us you got the attitude for it, soooorry ♥.”
“P-please, let me introduce myself.”
“Omigosh, are you for real? You’re bowing to us? What a loser ♥.”
“Aren’t you, like, ashamed to bow down to us, or what?”
My paper-thin pride wasn’t just gone at this point; I felt my entire mental fortitude being scraped away.
“Well, I gueeeeeess, if you’re gonna be like that, I’ll consider it ♥! Oh, I know, how about some tasty treats? What do you say to that, Mister ♥?”
“Oh, I liiiike that idea ♥. Pudding for me, ’kay thanks. It better be tasty, or else, okay ♥?”
Give me a break! You have two jiggling pieces of pudding on that ass of yours, dammit! This was bad. All this bratty bitch-speak was making me loopy. I needed to calm down.
“I’ll treat you to as much as you’d like. Seriously, whatever you want. But I’m going to introduce myself first, got it?”
At times like these, the best move was to just push on through and give your name.
“My name’s Kousuke Takioto. I’m a student.”
Okay, great. Hopefully, this made it clear I was a student and not some older guy.
“Mister Takioto, huh? Woooow ♥. Well, my name’s Rina Katou. Super cute, right ♥?”