Nagisa’s Reality Rewrite (Hifumi Togo)

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The apartment was quiet, as it always was. Hifumi Togo placed her schoolbag by the door with practiced precision, her fingers brushing the edge of the fabric as if to confirm everything was in its rightful place. She didn’t bother changing out of her uniform, as there wasn’t time. A match was scheduled for the evening, and while she had two hours before she needed to leave, Hifumi knew that her mother required her to be there for photoshoots much earlier than that.

She moved through the small apartment with the grace of a dancer on a routine she’d performed countless times before. Jacket hung. Socks smoothed. Hair tie adjusted. There was a small meal prepared by her mother for her, but she ignored it. She wasn’t thirsty. She wasn’t hungry. Mostly, she wasn’t anything at all.

Official matches had a way of draining the color out of her afternoons. She didn’t dread them. She hadn’t lost in months. But there was something hollow about it all. The press, the expectation, the stale-smelling rooms with bright overhead lights and polite clapping. Every opponent came in sharp and confident, and left dazed and quiet.

Hifumi wasn’t arrogant. She knew her skill, but she never gloated. She didn’t smile when she won. She barely smiled at all.

Tonight’s game was supposed to be important. Another televised exhibition match against a top-tier adult player. She was expected to continue her streak. To uphold the image of the “Venus of Shogi”.

But truthfully? She just wanted it to be over.

She looked at the clock. Twenty minutes.

Her eyes drifted toward the window, where the light from the setting sun caught on the edge of her practice board. Her fingers twitched with the memory of a game. Not even a particularly special one. But with an opponent who seemed passionate about learning and listening. Not from an official match, but from a casual game. In the church.

She wondered if he would be there tonight. That strange, almost infuriatingly normal-looking and unexpectedly sharp boy. He never said much. He didn’t dress properly. He tilted his head when he thought too hard, like a confused cat. But he played with a recklessness she couldn’t help but admire. He lost every time, but never the same way twice.

The thought brought a rare softness to her face.

Seventeen minutes.

Hifumi finally turned away from the window and picked up her shogi case, the lacquered box cool and familiar in her hands. She stepped into her shoes, straightened her skirt, and exhaled a slow, measured breath.

“Am I… Nervous?” she asked herself quietly. A little.

But mostly, she just wanted it to be done.

With one last glance at the fading light, Hifumi Togo stepped out the door and headed toward the match.

The door to the preparation room clicked shut behind her, muting the echoing applause still ringing from the arena. Hifumi stood frozen just inside, hands still wrapped tightly around her shogi case, knuckles pale.

Her breath came out slowly, measured, but it wasn’t calm. It was forced. A reflex more than a relief.

“What just happened?”

She tried to replay the match in her mind. From opening to closing. But her thoughts kept snagging on something unreal.

Her opponent… She couldn’t remember his name. He had been serious. Confident. Good. Better than good. He’d started to corner her, forcing trades she didn’t want. 

She should have lost.

She knew she should have lost.

Maybe seven more moves. That’s at most how much it would’ve taken her to win in that position.

And then…

She shut her eyes, as if that might block out the memory.

He had started to change.

Not metaphorically. Not in attitude or momentum. Literally. Physically. Like with each move that tilted the board in his favor, the man across from her had seemed to soften. His jaw. His shoulders. The set of his brow.

His voice, when he called out the next move, had a slight lilt to it. Higher. Warmer. Almost... eager?

And his clothes. She blinked hard, remembering. It wasn’t a hallucination. She saw it. The sharp lines of his gray suit had blurred, softened, and shifted into something else. 

Her stomach turned.

A maid uniform. Frilled, black and white. Tight across a chest that hadn’t been there at the start of the game.

And then, unbelievably, absurdly... she won.

“No, that’s not right. I didn’t win. She threw.”

Her opponent, no longer a man, no longer serious, had suddenly played one of the worst moves possible. Then another. And another.She had smiled.

No…beamed. Clapped her hands and cheered as Hifumi made the final move. The applause of the crowd rose like a wave, drowning Hifumi’s questions in polite, well-trained praise.

No one said a word about the transformation. Not the announcers. Not the staff. Not even the opponent herself, who now stood with perfect posture and an expression of childlike pride, as though nothing at all had changed.

“The Venus of Shogi remains undefeated!” The announcer's words echoed in her head like a curse.

Hifumi sat down at an empty table, the edge of the chair cold through her skirt. Her fingers were trembling now. Enough to be noticed. Enough to scare her.

She placed the shogi case on the table in front of her, like it could anchor her. As if any of this still made sense.

“What in the world… was that...?”

“I can explain if you want me to, m’lady~” Suddenly a peppy voice rang out from behind her, making Hifumi whip  around in shock.

…yet there was nothing but a wall behind her. But as she turned forward again…

“Yo.” 

“EEP~!” Hifumi yelped, almost falling back in her chair.

An orange-haired girl in a black kimono with piercing blue eyes and tanned skin just suddenly sat there… smirking at Hifumi. There was no indication of when she arrived, she just suddenly sat there. “W-Who are you? If I may ask?” HIfumi tried to stay polite, but too much weird stuff had happened for her to remain calm.

“The name is Nagisa Fulkami, Goddess of Chaos.” The orange-haired girl proudly declared. “In case you were wondering, yes, I am the reason why your opponent picked up a new hobby as your maid recently~”

“W-Wha…?” Hifumi was flabbergasted.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush .” Nagisa answered flatly. “Your mother wanted to summon a demon to make sure you never lose a game. I popped out and fulfilled her promise. You, my dear Hifumi, are now cursed with an ability of my creation~”

“...cursed?” Hifumi still wasn’t following.

“Yes. Should you lose a game, your opponent will gradually  turn into a maid loyal to you. And the more they transform, the more willing to let you win they become. No maid will ever want to play a finishing move against you. I made absolutely sure of that, Tehe~” Nagisa proudly declared, giving Hifumi a thumbs up.

“But… what? What sort of logic is that?” Hifumi declared. “Isn’t that just cheating? Doesn't that defeat the entire point behind playing a game? Not to mention the morality of turning random guys into…”

“Not my problem.” Nagisa interrupted.

“Eh?”

“Not my problem. I am the goddess of chaos, this is what I do. Your mother made a deal with me and I intend to keep it.” Nagisa shrugged. “And I uphold my deals… unless I make new ones.”

“T-Then…” Hifumi stuttered. “Then I would like to make a deal too.”

“Would you now?” Nagisa’s smirk grew .

“I-If my mother could do it, then why shouldn’t I be able to?” Hifumi was visibly shaking. Something told her this was a very bad idea. 

“Oh, in that case~” Nagisa started ominously. “...I have a good idea what kind of a deal I want~”

—

The changing room smelled faintly of salt, sunscreen, and something plasticky and artificial, just like the swimsuit clinging to Hifumi’s skin.

She stood in front of the mirror, arms stiff at her sides, cheeks burning scarlet.

The swimsuit, if one could even call it that, was skimpy. Ridiculously so. Thin, black straps crisscrossed over her shoulders and hips, framing her like some kind of fashion joke. There was just barely enough fabric to meet legal decency, and even that felt like a technicality. It hugged her too tightly, showing off things she hadn’t even realized she had.

And worst of all, she couldn’t take it off.

She had tried. Any attempt to remove the suit resulted in her arms going slack, as if her body had decided on its own that this… this humiliating ensemble… was simply what she had to wear now.

Nagisa’s magic was real.

Painfully, uncomfortably, undeniably real.

Hifumi swallowed hard, her reflection glaring back at her with a mix of shame and quiet fury. Her hair was tied neatly. Her posture was still perfect. Her expression... less so.

All she needed to do was win a single game. One real, fair game without any maid curses activating.

"Win once, and I’ll lift the curse. Just once, dear Hifumi. But if your opponent transforms again..."

She had been undefeated for nearly a full year.. She was smart. She didn’t rely on tricks or gimmicks. If she could just push through this, just one legitimate win, she could stop all this maidly madness.

Even if it meant playing in a bikini. On the beach. In the open air.

Where everyone was already staring.

She stepped out of the changing room, the sunlight crashing over her like a wave of shame. The breeze touched her bare skin in all the wrong places. People Cheered. Cameras clicked far too quickly.

There was a shogi board set up under a beach parasol just a few meters away. Her opponent, a teenage boy with nervous eyes and sunburn on his nose, stood up a little straighter when he saw her approach. His face turned beet red.

Hifumi walked forward keeping her back straight and her gaze locked on the board.

Just one game, she reminded herself.

Her voice was calm. Her hands steady.

Only her blush betrayed her.

Just one dang game.

—

"You won another maid~ Isn't that great~?"

Nagisa’s voice was practically singing, bouncing around the cramped beach changing room. Hifumi stood stock still, her eyes wide and hollow, her breathing shallow.

She had just stepped off the makeshift board. The crowd had cheered. Cameras had clicked. And once again… she had won.

But it didn’t feel like a victory.

The boy, her opponent, had been clearly distracted. She could see it in every second-guess, every jittery mistake. He’d kept glancing up, his eyes not on the board but on her. And how could she blame him?

She hadn’t been focused either.

How was she supposed to think several moves ahead when her every breath reminded her how tightly the flimsy swimsuit clung to her body? Or when the crowd's eyes lingered longer than usual? When she was so exposed in front of everyone?

Still, he had been better. A few more moves and he would have checkmated her.

But then he slipped. Not once, not twice, but repeatedly . His face flushed, his eyes glazed, and his resolve melted away like ice under the sun. And with it his manhood.

And now… she had two maids.

Hifumi felt it, a strange tingling beneath her breasts.

More than a tingling.

A pulling. A swelling.

She gasped softly, her back arching involuntarily as the sensation bloomed beneath her chest. Two new mounds pressed outward, rising and growing beneath her original pair. Her already indecent swimsuit stretched obscenely to accommodate the change, if barely.

"You know," Nagisa said, appearing beside her in the mirror with that ever-present smirk, "I always knew four breasts suited you more~."

Hifumi’s face went crimson, and she clutched her arms around her chest, but it was futile . The new pair were just as large, just as heavy, and just as impossible to hide as the first.

"Ah-ah-ah!" Nagisa wagged a finger before Hifumi could speak. "You made the deal, remember? Win without my help and I’ll lift the curse. Lose, and I get to tweak you a little more. Fair’s fair~"

"I-I… I know," Hifumi stammered, her arms still wrapped around herself, her four breasts barely restrained by fabric never designed for two.

"The swimsuit was for the first match," she whispered bitterly. "And now this… for the second.”

"Exactly!" Nagisa chirped, practically bouncing with delight. "You didn’t lose, dear Hifumi. You won another maid! And a second pair of boobs! You’re on a roll~!”

Hifumi didn’t respond.

There were no words that would make any of this feel real, or undo it.

Nagisa leaned in close, whispering like a friend sharing juicy gossip, “Your next match is coming up, y’know. Better head out. Gotta protect that streak~”

Hifumi gave her a long, silent look. Then, without a word, she turned and left the changing room again—her arms still folded, her blush still blazing.

The sun greeted her. The crowd murmured with excitement.

And Hifumi stepped out to face her third match.

Still in the same skimpy swimsuit.

Now with four breasts.

And one increasingly desperate hope that this time, she might finally win fair and square.

—

The moment Hifumi stepped back into the changing room, she felt it.

A pull. A tingle that wasn't quite pain, but certainly wasn't natural. It started in her thighs, her already sore, trembling legs, and then traveled downward like a wave, pulsing with heat and pressure.

She barely made it to the mirror before she staggered against the wall, clutching her shogi case like a lifeline.

No… not again…

She had known that this one was going to be nearly impossible. Japan’s number three-ranked player had been her opponent, someone she’d studied from a distance for years. Every move he made had been clean, deliberate, unshaken. Her own thoughts had been sluggish by comparison, weighed down by the constant jiggling of four breasts and the suffocating embarrassment of playing in what was effectively designer lingerie.

She had tried her hardest

And she had failed.

"Yeah, okay," chimed Nagisa, who was now lounging across the bench like she owned the place, tossing her orange hair behind her shoulder with a grin. "Facing the number three in Japan? That’s a big ask, Hifumi. But hey, you still got through most of the game before he turned for the better!”

Hifumi didn’t answer. She was too busy watching her legs, her fur-covered legs, creep further into horse-like proportions. Her skin darkened and thickened, every inch coated in sleek, velvety fur that rippled with unnatural strength. Her knees inverted. Her feet lengthened and cracked, reshaping into thick hooves that clicked once against the tiled floor.

"What... what are you doing to me this time?" she whispered hoarsely.

Nagisa beamed. "Turning you into a centaur, obviously! Isn’t it fabulous?"

Before Hifumi could even register the horror of that sentence, Nagisa had skipped behind her and grabbed two handfuls of her butt.

"H-Hey—!" Hifumi yelped.

Nagisa pulled, hard, and Hifumi felt something shift. Expand. 

Her hips surged outward with impossible force, her rear swelling with raw mass to match the proportions of an equine lower body. She gasped, falling forward onto her hands as a second set of hind legs sprouted from her new form, powerful and heavy, perfectly shaped like a horse’s.

The transformation finished with a thundering finality, and then…

Stillness.

Hifumi stood panting, trembling in the mirror’s reflection. Her upper half was still recognizably hers, albeit with four heavy, jiggling breasts barely held in place by a swimsuit that now looked more like a cruel joke. But from the waist down she wasn’t human anymore.

She stared.

And stared.

Her lower body was a mare’s, graceful, muscular, but not human. Her tail twitched. Her hooves scraped the floor. Her balance was... disturbingly natural.

A centaur.

She was a centaur.

“This is… such a strange feeling…” She was still trying to understand her situation, when Nagisa leaned in close and whispered into her ear, voice sing-song sweet:

"Your next match is about to start~ And if you don’t show up… well… who knows what the maid curse will do to your poor opponent~"

Hifumi swallowed hard.

Her hooves clicked loudly on the tile as she backed away from the mirror and turned toward the door. Each step felt unreal, a bizarre mix of instinct and inhuman motion. Her four legs moved too naturally, and her every step caused her breasts to bounce uncomfortably under the tight strain of her enchanted swimsuit.

She pushed open the door and stepped into the sunlight.

The crowd cheered louder than ever before.

Phones came out. Applause thundered. A chant started: “Venus! Hifumi! Venus!”

No one questioned the hooves.

No one blinked at the fur.

They just cheered.

And so, red-faced and brokenhearted, Hifumi Togo, still undefeated, trotted to her fourth match.

—

By the time she trotted into the changing room again, Hifumi wasn't even surprised that her hooves echoed differently now. At this point... it was starting to feel kind of funny.

Not funny like a joke, but... funny like the moment you realize the rules you’ve lived by don’t apply anymore, and you just have to laugh or you’ll collapse.

Hifumi sighed, her four breasts shifting slightly as she dismounted her own thoughts.

“Hey, Nagisa,” she said as she unclipped the front strap of her now painfully overstressed swimsuit. “Would you allow me a question?”

“What's up~?” came the singsong reply, just as Hifumi felt a light weight press down onto her back.

Nagisa was there, perched cross-legged atop her equine half like it was the world’s most ridiculous throne, wearing her ever-present grin.

Hifumi saw that more than clearly in her reflection.

“Did... my mother bribe my usual tournament opponents?”

She asked flatly.

Nagisa tilted her head and shrugged. “I mean, yeah. That’s pretty much why she summoned me in the first place, she was getting tired of spending so much money rigging all your matches~.”

Hifumi blinked. Her mouth opened slightly. Then closed.

That… made sense.

Now that she thought about it, a lot of her recent games had felt off. Stilted. Lacking passion. Like her opponents were moving pieces because they were told to, not because they wanted to win.

So that was the truth behind her unbeaten streak.

“I see,” she muttered. Then… “NYA?!”

She jolted as Nagisa suddenly grabbed her ears from behind and pulled them upward. Soft tufts of fur sprouted between her fingers, and Hifumi watched in helpless awe as her ears stretched, shifted, and twitched, becoming tall, velvety, very expressive cat ears.

“What did you do?! Nya—!!”

She clapped her hands to her head, only to realize her hands weren’t hands anymore. They were paws. Soft, fur-covered mitts with dull, retractable claws and tiny pink pads underneath. Human-ish. But very, very not.

Nagisa had moved around to face her now, wearing a gentler smile.

“Don’t worry about it too much,” she said, softly for once. “It’s when you have fun with the game, that’s when you actually win.”

Hifumi blinked, staring at her transformed hands. The fur was warm. The pads were... kind of cute, actually. 

Nagisa continued, voice lower, more sincere: “Your heart has to be in it, Hifumi. To learn. To improve. To prevail. Even if you’re covered in fur and walking on four legs.”

Hifumi looked up at her, face flushed, ears twitching.

Then, she smiled.

“You’re right... nya.”

She blinked, realizing that she couldn't stop saying “nya” anymore.

“I—I’ll try to enjoy it, nya. Not just endure it. That’s how I’ll win, nya.”

“That’s the spirit!” Nagisa declared, springing into the air with one hand pointing dramatically toward the door. “Your final match of the night awaits, the grand finale! Let’s end with a bang~!”

“Nya!”

With a flick of her tail, a clatter of hooves, and a jiggling of far too many things to count, Hifumi galloped toward the door with as much determination and self-respect as she could manage under the circumstances.

She was going to have fun, nya.

—

Hifumi returned to the changing room in silence.

She wasn’t flushed with embarrassment this time. She wasn’t even shaking. Just… numb.

Another loss. Another maid. Another transformation.

And this one had been the worst yet.

It wasn’t fun.

Her opponent had been a pervert. A shameless, grinning creep who leered at her with every move, relishing every bounce of her body, every twitch of her cat ears. He’d clearly picked up the application the moment he saw she’d be playing in a bikini.She hadn’t wanted to play. She hadn’t wanted to be there.

So when the opportunity presented itself, Hifumi simply resigned.

She dropped her king piece with no ceremony.

But naturally, the pervert didn’t get to enjoy the win. The moment she resigned, the curse kicked in. His grin froze as his chest surged outward, his body betraying him as the maid curse rewrote him on the spot. Seconds later, he collapsed over the board, red-faced and breathless, calling her “Mistress Hifumi” through trembling lips.

The announcer, as always, ignored every single red flag.

“And with that surrender… Hifumi Togo wins again! ”

A joke. A parody of a game.

As she returned, her body felt heavier. Not emotionally, but physically. With each step, her chest swelled. Each breath made it worse.

Bigger. Bigger. Bigger.

Her four breasts ballooned outwards, eclipsing her head. Twice over, then three times. They swayed heavily against her frame, absurdly unsupported by the swimsuit straps struggling to even exist at this point.

Only her sturdy horse-body kept her upright. That, and a growing numbness to the ridiculousness of her new reality.

She was a four-breasted cat-eared centaur in a magical bikini with breasts the size of barrels.

But somehow... that wasn’t the problem.

“Welp,” came Nagisa’s voice, materializing out of thin air once again. “You could’ve at least tried, you know.”

“I want one more game,” Hifumi replied instantly.

Nagisa blinked, genuinely caught off-guard. “Oho? One more? After all that?”

Hifumi looked her in the eyes. Her arms folded tightly under the ridiculous weight of her chest. Her voice was steady. Clear.

“I know what happens if I lose,” she said. “But I want to pick my opponent.”

Nagisa raised an eyebrow, floating lazily around her like a smug cat orbiting a mouse. “Do tell. Or wait... don’t tell me—you’re challenging me~? How scandalous~”

“No,” Hifumi said flatly. “His name is Ren Amamiya. I want to play against him.”

“I mean, sure,” Nagisa chirped, spinning once in the air. “One more maid for the road, I guess~”

Hifumi didn’t smile.

“I knew it,” she said coldly.

Nagisa stopped spinning. “Hmm~?”

“You’re cheating.”

“Oh?” Nagisa’s grin widened. “That’s quite the accusation, Miss Togo.”

“There’s no way you’d let me challenge him unless you already stacked the deck. He’s a beginner. Intermediate at most, if I’m being generous. I’ve never lost to him.”

“And you think I am cheating because I am sure you will lose?” Nagisa giggled, twirling her hair. 

“Yeah, I figured it out,” Hifumi replied. “I know how you’re cheating. And to prove it, I need to play Ren.”

Nagisa stared at her.

Then burst out laughing. “Hehehe~”

“So how about it?” Hifumi said. “Will you let me play him?”

A long silence stretched between them.

Then Nagisa’s eyes sparkled.

“If you ask me like that, how could I refuse~?”

—

The sun was already on its way down, painting the sky in hues of soft gold and lavender. The wind had quieted. The beach, her beach, was calm, touched only by the gentle crashing of waves and the rustle of palm trees in the breeze.

Hifumi stepped out from the changing room and into the warm light.

She didn’t flinch. Not at the bounce of her four oversized breasts, not at the weight of her powerful centaur body, not even at the twitch of her cat ears. She walked with grace, hooves pressing softly into the sand, her head held high.

Five maids waited for her.

Each stood dutifully in a different maid-themed swimsuit… frilled, frilly, or full of ribbons, watching her with adoration in their eyes. They were her “wins.” Her collection. Her curse made manifest.

They said nothing. They didn’t need to. They awaited her command like loyal servants, quiet as dolls.

Hifumi gave them a small nod, then turned her attention forward.

In the center of the beach, at a large wooden table shaded by a broad parasol, he was already sitting.

Ren Amamiya waved the moment he saw her, relaxed and smiling.

"You look… different," he said with a laugh, scratching his cheek. "I think. Can’t really point to how exactly, though.”

Hifumi laughed lightly, trotting closer. “Thank you. Nya. I had a rough day. Are you up for a game, nya?”

"Always," Ren said, gesturing to the seat across from him. “Let’s do it.”

She settled in, folding her equine legs carefully as she leaned forward over the board. For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t feel like she had anything to prove. Nothing to hide. No crowd to perform for. No curse hovering over every move.

Just a game.

And it was relaxed. Truly, wonderfully relaxed. Their conversation flowed easily between moves. They laughed. They questioned each other’s strategies. Hifumi found herself explaining her thoughts out loud, something she rarely did. Ren followed her logic, sometimes even surprised her with his counter-ideas.

He was better. Much better. Sharper than she remembered. His pieces danced with precision, like someone who had studied deeply, who had learned in silence.

Almost as if someone gave him a champion’s touch... just for today.

She didn’t mind.

For the first time, it felt like she wasn’t fighting the board, or her body, or her curse, or mothers expectations. She was just... playing. Like she had back in that quiet church, when it was just the two of them and a borrowed set.

And then—

Almost before she realized it.

"Checkmate."

Ren blinked. Then smiled. “You got me.”

He reached across the board, hand open and easy.

"Maybe one day I can win too."

Hifumi reached out with one of her furred, paw-like hands, pressing it into his with a gentle laugh.

Clirr.

She froze.

A sound, so small, so faint she might have missed it if not for the way it echoed inside her.

Like a piece of glass shattering quietly in the hollow of her chest.

And she knew.

She felt it.

The curse was gone.

Gone.

Her cat ears twitched once. Her heart thudded quietly.

And then, with a trembling breath, Hifumi smiled.

For real this time.

“Hey Ren.” Hifumi asked, very softly.

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to hang out a little longer? Maybe play another game?” Hifumi asked, looking around her briefly. “Apparently this beach now belongs to me, so we have more than enough space. Also I have maids that can deal with the refreshments and things. I would honestly appreciate it if we could hang just a little while longer.”

“Sure thing.” Ren replied, looking at her pleasantly. 

And that’s how another game started, between a boy, and multi breasted centaur catgirl with a serious wardrobe malfunction. But she didnt mind. At least, not as long as she was with only him.

—

In the distance, Nagisa smiled to herself, watching the last golden rays of sunlight kiss the sand where Hifumi and Ren sat across from each other, playing in the soft hush of early twilight.

“Well, well, well…” she murmured, arms crossed behind her back, eyes glinting with mischief. “Seems like she really did figure it out.”

Her voice was quiet—almost fond.

“Maybe she sensed it. Maybe she saw through me,” she mused aloud, tilting her head to the side. “Or maybe it was just a lucky guess. But she understood the trick. The real one.”

She took a step forward, her feet not touching the sand, just gliding an inch above it.

“I wasn’t testing her skill. That was never the point. I didn’t care about her win streak or her image. No, what I wanted to see was something far rarer in this boring little world of rules and reputations.”

Her smile widened, and for a moment, her eyes shimmered with something ancient.

“A player who remembered why they started. Someone who could stop performing, stop chasing perfection… and just enjoy the game. Laugh when it got ridiculous. Feel when it got frustrating. Grow when it got hard.”

She paused, gazing out over the sea, her voice softening.

“She didn’t win because she played better. She won because she finally played honestly. With her heart. And that’s when the magic broke.”

Nagisa’s fingers curled, conjuring a swirling portal of purple smoke and glittering starlight at her side.

“I hope those two have a nice future,” she added, almost wistfully. “They’ve earned it.”

Then her grin returned, sharp and chaotic once more.

“But I’m not done yet~ After all, cheating for publicity’s sake? How vulgar. Her mother needs a reminder that making deals with chaos doesn’t come without consequences.”

Nagisa tapped her chin, eyes sparkling with mischief. “And really, I can’t just let a centaur girl go around with a normal mom. That would be so narratively unbalanced.”

She held a finger to her lips in mock thought.

“Hmm… I wonder how many boobs I should give her~? Five? Six? Maybe a pair for each career expectation she dumped on poor Hifumi’s back~”

With a laugh like windchimes in a hurricane, Nagisa stepped into the portal.

And just like that, she was gone.

On to rewrite someone else’s reality… one absurd twist at a time.

—

One shogi player's journey of selfdiscovery… That also happened to turn anyone that played against her into a maid, and herself into one heck of a girl.