Disgaea Gatcha Customization Part 5 (Usalia)

It was a day like any other in the control room: the gentle hum of magical machinery, the twinkling glimmer of floating UI windows, and the steady, plush embrace of Fuka-PTP's thighs supporting SecPrinny like the world's softest command chair.

The Prinny in charge was nestled deep in his lap-pillow throne, lazily scrolling through gacha menus with one flipper while watching security footage on the big monitors. Sardine-flavored snacks were piled on his chest like he was some kind of fish-based emperor. A normal Tuesday.

Nagisa drifted onto the HUD, twirling like a sleepy fairy with a hangover. “Looking for something, Mr. Prinny~?”

SecPrinny didn’t even glance up. He just pointed a flipper toward Monitor #6.

There, in glorious high-resolution surveillance footage, was Usalia, the small, peppy, and absolutely covered in curry bunny girl of the netherworld. She was sitting cross-legged on a cafeteria table, humming a bunny-themed tune, and shoveling spoonfuls of spicy goodness into her face like the world might end if she slowed down.

“That one,” SecPrinny said dreamily. “She’s next, dood.”

Nagisa blinked. “Usalia? What are you gonna do with her?”

SecPrinny paused. His flipper hovered over the Class Boosts tab. His eyes squinted with dramatic indecision.

“…No idea.”

But before the moment could spiral into productive procrastination, the door exploded open like a boss battle announcement.

A thunderous clop filled the room. Centaur Etna galloped in, majestic and furious, her flowing robe of justice rippling behind her like holy cosplay.

“SEC-PRINNY!” she roared, brandishing a glowing bottle of booze like it was a sacred artifact. “There’s been sightings! Suspicious figures dragging Prinnies into unlicensed portals, and I will not allow another soul-napped sardine soldier on my watch!”

She stomped toward the console, slapped the bottle onto the desk like a bounty, and posed with righteous fury.

“I brought you the bottle you asked for! Now I’m off! Somewhere out there, Prinnies are being kidnapped, and this netherworld defender is gonna kick down every door until I find ‘em! Although I really wish we knew more about where these evildoers were taking our soldiers too…”

SecPrinny barely had time to nod before Etna turned, galloped a victory lap around the control room, and bolted out again, tail whipping dramatically in the wind that didn’t exist.

A moment passed.

Nagisa blinked.

“…She does know this room doesn’t have doors, right?”

SecPrinny slowly sat up on Fuka’s thighs, staring after her in silence. He reached for the bottle and turned it over in his flippers.

“...Huh. That was intense.”

“Like, five earthquakes and a sermon kind of intense,” Nagisa added, still floating sideways.

But the gears in SecPrinny’s mind were already turning. He looked back to Monitor #6, where Usalia was now licking her bowl clean and hugging it like a teddy bear.

“She said she needed better intel, huh?” he muttered.

Nagisa tilted her head. “You thinking what I’m thinking~?”

SecPrinny’s grin slowly returned.

“I’m thinking it’s time this little bunny got a software update.”

He opened his customization screen with a flourish. “Let’s make her sexy, stealthy, and extremely distracting, dood. I want her infiltrating bases and hearts. And maybe embarrassing the enemy commander with one wink.”

The cursor hovered over her name.

“Oh, Usalia. You have no idea what you’re about to become~”

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Netherworld Cafeteria.

The bubbling sound of curry pots filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic clink of silverware against ceramic. At the far end of the room, nestled in her usual spot like a spicy little princess, sat Usalia, the curry-devouring rabbit girl of legend.

She had just returned from the counter with another steaming, extra-large bowl, her third helping that hour. The staff Prinnies working nearby exchanged wary glances. One whispered, “She’s still going, dood?” to which another muttered, “She hasn’t blinked in five minutes, dood…”

Usalia didn’t hear them. Her eyes were laser-focused on her prize. She dipped her spoon into the rich golden sea, raised it high, and took another heavenly bite.

“Mmmmmph! Soooo good, plip!”

But something was different.

The moment the curry hit her tongue, a shiver ran down her spine. Not just from spice, though that was definitely present, but from a strange, tingling heat that pulsed through her entire body. She blinked, then shook her head, ears flopping.

Another spoonful.

This time her arms looked a little longer.

Her legs stretched slightly under the table, her knees now almost touching the underside.

Third bite.

Her figure subtly shifted. The childish flatness of her torso gave way to the beginnings of gentle curves, first in her hips, then at her chest. It was slow, unassuming… almost delicate.

But still happening.

And Usalia didn’t seem to notice.

She was too enraptured, murmuring softly to herself about spice levels and fluffy rice while her body kept developing… inch by inch, bite by bite… into something far more mature.

Fourth bite.

Another wave rolled over her.

Her ears twitched violently, her cheeks flushed.

Then suddenly—

“Hnnnnahn!”

Usalia let out a soft moan, one that echoed through the quiet cafeteria like a sweet, explosive sin. Several staff Prinnies instantly choked on their lunch. One dropped his tray. Another faceplanted into his soup.

Usalia blinked, dreamy-eyed, completely unaware of what she had just unleashed.

Her usual loose-fitting top had started to cling to her form, especially around her chest, where her budding curves pushed against the once-innocent fabric. Her bunnyears twitched as her hips gave a lazy sway behind her, subtly wider than before, subtly fuller.

One Prinny dared to peek again.

Then looked away immediately, nosebleeding behind his flippers.

“D-Dood, I have have i never noticed Usalia…”

Usalia, still blissfully unaware of the blushing chaos around her, took another bite.

“Mmm~ I could eat this forever, plip…”

The spoon trembled in her hand as her fingers elongated ever so slightly, her arms now clearly part of a young woman’s frame. Her previously petite body had grown half a head taller, now tipping well past the teenage mark and sailing firmly toward full-on adult.

And with each spicy mouthful, she was only getting closer.

Bit by bit, bite by bite, Usalia’s transformation glided forward like a well-timed seduction spell wrapped in spice.

Her lips had grown fuller, pouty and plush, like they were crafted specifically to say “ooh~” before sipping something scandalously expensive. Her chest was no longer just “developing.” It had exploded into full, bouncing, irresistible majesty, pressing firmly against her already too-tight clothes. Her hips were widening to dangerous levels. And her butt was becoming a walking event horizon for every Prinny’s attention span.

She hadn’t even finished her meal and already looked like she could give Seraphina a run for her money. If not in riches, then certainly in raw, effortless allure.

A delicate clink sounded as she placed her empty bowl down.

Then, like a queen surveying her domain, she rose from her seat.

And walked.

If you could call it walking.

Her hips didn’t just sway, they rolled, tilted and invited. Each step sent her luscious behind into a slow, hypnotic ripple that echoed through the cafeteria like a siren song. Her chest bounced softly, unashamed and undeniably heavy, pressing forward under the sheer tension of her rapidly shrinking top.

She strutted.

The color of her outfit began to shift with every step, from yellow to midnight black, the fabric tightening, hugging her curves like a second skin. Her once-modest attire was now an ultra-formfitting bodysuit, leaving nothing to the imagination and everything to temptation. Silver linings traced along the seams, hinting at a future sleekness still waiting to emerge.

By the time she reached the cafeteria counter, entire tables of Prinnies were unconscious, little Xs for eyes and steady streams of nosebleeds flowing like tragic waterfalls.

Usalia leaned in.

The skintight suit clung to her every curve, her massive chest gently pressing against the counter, rear arched proudly behind her like it had its own gravitational pull. She placed a single finger to her lips and let out a soft, sultry coo.

“Could I maybe have… just another bowl? Plip~”

The Cafeteria Prinny, the poor, poor soul, stared up at her.

Trembling.

Swallowed.

Staring directly into the ultimate manifestation of bunny seductress energy.

His eyes bulged. “Y-You can t-take the tray, dood! P-Please! A-Anything you want!”

Usalia giggled, a delicate, velvety sound, then winked. “Aww You’re such a cute little helper Plip~”

That was it.

That was the final straw.

The Prinny stiffened like someone had pulled his battery out, then tipped backward in slow motion with a soft fwomp as he fainted, surrounded by a growing puddle of rice.

Usalia picked up the tray with practiced grace, now fully mature, curvaceous, and bodysuit-clad, the full seductress manifest, yet still as sweet and curry-obsessed as ever.

“Ehehe More curry Plip~!”

With most of the cafeteria either passed out cold or sitting stock-still in shock, Usalia, the newly minted seduction bunny supreme, turned with a swish of hips that could start international incidents and made her way back to her bench.

She sat down slowly.

Gracefully.

Like she was performing a throne descent.

And then… click.

Her gloves shimmered.

The soft cotton texture shifted beneath a digital ripple, morphing into something far sleeker. More metallic. More high-tech. Microcircuits traced themselves across the surface in cool blue light, forming a luminous web of smart-fiber overlays and gesture triggers.

Usalia blinked.

Raised her hand.

Swiped through the air.

A holographic screen bloomed into existence, floating at a perfect reading distance like it had always been there. Her delicate fingers moved effortlessly… scrolling, typing, adjusting mysterious graphs, all while nonchalantly lifting spoonfuls of curry into her mouth like she’d done this every day since birth.

The bodysuit responded in kind.

What was once just skintight and sexy, was now being weaponized to heck and back. Silver circuits crawled along her curves. Thrusters deployed along her wide, deliciously mechanically enhanced hips. Her boots reconfigured with segmented heels and stealth servos, perfect for infiltration. Hidden panels opened and sealed again with a whisper, stashing tools, weapons, and who-knows-what in elegantly locked compartments along her thighs, back, and shoulders.

On her head, something clicked.

She made a tiny two-finger tap near her temple.

Chhk.

A sleek cybervisor slid down in front of her glowing red eyes, locking into place with a soft electrical hum. Her enormous black bunny ears twitched once, then began to glow faintly, faint veins of light pulsing along hidden cybernetic lines now visible within the lush exterior.

She grinned in the most soft, seductive and deadly way possible.

And then...

RIIING!

Back in the control room, SecPrinny, still semi-reclined across Fuka-PTP’s thighs like some sardine-fueled king, jerked upright as the phone console lit up like a disco ball.

A name blinked on the screen:

[INCOMING CALL — USALIA, CYBER RABBIT DEMON NINJA]

SecPrinny blinked. His flippers trembled slightly with anticipation. “S-Shes calling me, Dood?!”

The phone buzzed with electric excitement as SecPrinny slapped the “Answer” button like it was a rare gacha pull.

“Hello?” he asked, voice cracking.

“Hey there, handsome,” came a sultry, flirty voice from the other end. It was smooth as satin and just a touch teasing. “Heard you need someone to track down those Prinny kidnappers, plip.”

SecPrinny froze. That voice. Oh dood, that voice. That Mature, confident voice, dripping with so much allure it would single handedly put all sirens out of business.

He swallowed. “W-What? Where did you hear that from?”

“Mmm~” she purred on the other end, a faint munch echoing through the line as she took another bite of curry. “It’s literally my job to know these things, plip.”

SecPrinny blinked. “Ah.”

She spoke again, casually, between bites like she hadn’t just broken the rules of cool by existing.

“They’re taking the Prinnies to a Netherworld called CertainSchooling, plip. You know, the one famous for re-educating demons who don’t respect the Prinny-based code of honor?”

“What?” SecPrinny blinked harder. “You figured that out already?!”

Usalia chuckled softly. “Tracking, hacking, distracting… It’s kinda my thing now, plip. Want me to drop a little intel bomb on Etna before she tramples every door in the Pocket Netherworld like a righteous rhino on fire?”

SecPrinny could barely breathe. “Y-Yeah. That would be… great.”

“And after that?” she asked, tone dipping just enough to make the receiver feel ten degrees warmer, “Want me to swing by the control room, see if you’ve got something more hands-on for me to do, plip?”

SecPrinny coughed. “Y-Yes. Yes, absolutely. I might have a new mission. Yes.”

“Mmm Thought so, plip. See you in a few minutes, handsome”

Click.

Silence.

A moment later, in the cafeteria, Usalia licked the last of the curry from her spoon, eyes sparkling behind her cyber visor. She stood slowly, like a panther in heels, lifted the empty tray, and carried it back to the still-fainted cafeteria Prinny with all the elegance of a dark bunny queen.

Then…

She vanished.

No smoke, no sparkles. Just… Poof. Gone. One second there, the next… nowhere. Even the security cameras blinked, confused. The feed was continuous, but looked like someone made a jumpcut as her seat was simply empty now. The tray was placed neatly. And the curry was history.

SecPrinny’s flippers trembled as he stared at the camera feed.

His eyes sparkled with admiration.

“So. Cool. Dood.”

His voice came out reverent. “Ninja Usalia, Cyber Rabbit Demon, Flirty Center of Attention… This might be the best combo yet, dood.”

He nestled back into Fuka-PTP’s thighs with a contented sigh, a prince on a bunny-built throne, a king of chaos awaiting his queen of stealth.

Because even with every security feed, every sensor, every enchanted camera in the Netherworld at his disposal… He knew one thing for certain:

There was no way he’d spot her coming.

And somehow, that made him feel very safe. 

…especially compared to what he did to Flonne earlier that day…

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The undefeatable, unseeable, irresistible Usalia is here and her Ninja skills will prove to be a great asset to our dear SecPrinny!