The morning after that chaotic night, Eurie awoke feeling as though she had been thrown into a battle without warning. Her body ached as if it had endured an ordeal, and her mind struggled to process what had happened, like an overloaded system straining to catch up. Then, suddenly, it struck her, the residents of Tengetsu Street genuinely believed she was a sexaroid? How absurd!
Eurie was no mere pleasure android. She was a modified maiden—a warrior designed for combat, a monster-slaying force of justice with unwavering resolve. Yet these misguided individuals had taken one glance at her enhancements and jumped to the most inappropriate conclusion. She was built for battle, not… that.
Her patience was wearing dangerously thin. Between ragged breaths and involuntary, humiliating noises forced from her lips, she managed to choke out:
“I’m n-not a s-sexaroid, you fools! I’m a m-modified maiden! A M-MONSTER HUNTER! N-NOT SOME… TOY!”
Did they listen? Of course not. Their understanding was as lacking as their common sense. Every time she nearly got through to one person, another would arrive, eyes lighting up with the same mistaken assumption, and the cycle would repeat—another struggle, another futile attempt to reason with them.
At this point, Eurie was beginning to wonder if the true enemy wasn’t some legendary demon, but rather the unchecked impulses of the people around her. And, to her dismay, she was losing this battle—badly.
Would Eurie ever convince Tengetsu Street of her true purpose? Or was she destined to remain trapped in this endless spiral of mortifying misunderstandings?
