Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

Even if a player lies on top of it, they shouldn't be discriminated against.

but……

Do you know the workflow of an embalmer?

Natsuki Amamiya looked at the Secretary with a suspicious gaze.

People in this profession are even rarer than those who test sleep in haunted houses, and it requires a certain level of professional competence.

"Hum hum."

Fujiwara Chika put her hands on her hips, raised her chin, gave a smug hum, and then pulled out a black notebook from her pocket: "All the precautions are written in this notebook. I've already read through the process, so I guarantee there won't be any problems."

It seems to be a guide item provided by the instance.

Since it's a mission, there's definitely a possibility of completing it, which is why there's a notebook for role-playing and handwriting, to prevent the game from becoming unfinishable.

Amamiya Natsuki hesitated for two seconds, then agreed, saying:

"I'll tell Kaguya first."

After sending the message remotely via "written communication," the silly young lady did not reply for a while, clearly still in the process of searching for someone.

"That's enough." Natsuki Amamiya put away her notebook and walked to a bed. "How long does the encoffining process usually take?"

Fujiwara Chika tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Actually, it's not too bad. It's just about tidying up my appearance. It'll take about half an hour."

"That's okay."

Amamiya Natsuki lay down on the bed.

If it were an ordinary person, they wouldn't even go near the morgue, let alone lie on it.

But for players, having encountered so many vengeful spirits and ghost stories, their hearts are already quite resilient.

"Hmm, I'm starting now." Fujiwara Chika put on latex gloves, looked down, and a conflicted look appeared on her face. "...You should take off your disguise. It feels so strange."

He felt no qualms about practicing on Natsuki Amamiya, but he couldn't bring himself to do it on a middle-aged doctor he didn't know.

Amamiya Natsuki said:

What if someone sees us?

"Take off your clothes first." Fujiwara Chika turned and walked towards the door. "I'll lock the door."

"..."

Something feels wrong.

Amamiya Natsuki wasted no time, removed her disguise, took off her coat, leaving only a pair of boxer shorts, and lay back down on the hospital bed.

"The door is locked."

Fujiwara Chika walked back with a thud, also removing her disguise to reveal her true appearance as a pink-haired girl. Her gaze fell on Amamiya Natsuki, and her pretty face blushed slightly: "I never see you working out, yet you have eight-pack abs."

Amamiya Natsuki's voice was soft and low: "You counted very clearly."

"There's no need to count, you can see it at a glance, okay?"

“I’m being trampled underfoot by you every day, the effect is comparable to working out.”

"That's clearly getting something for nothing."

"If I reject it, I'll be sacrificing my dignity as a man."

"Don't talk." Fujiwara Chika's bright eyes sparkled as she playfully scolded Amamiya Natsuki, then gently patted his chest. "I'm about to begin."

"The gloves feel strange," Natsuki Amamiya requested. "Take them off."

“Then I won’t wear them.” Fujiwara Chika readily agreed and took off her gloves. “These latex gloves feel too tight and uncomfortable.”

"..."

Natsuki Amamiya fell silent.

It feels so awkward.

For some reason, that sentence was extremely awkward.

Fujiwara Chika was completely unaware: "It's so much more comfortable not wearing gloves."

"..."

Wearing disposable medical latex gloves is mainly to avoid bacterial infection. As a living, breathing person, Amamiya Natsuki naturally has no such danger, so it's perfectly fine not to wear gloves.

"Preparations complete." Fujiwara Chika thought for a moment. "First, wipe down every part of your body, then help you change your clothes, and finally, do your makeup."

Amamiya Natsuki said speechlessly:

"You need to put on makeup?"

"This is an exercise period." Fujiwara Chika's expression turned serious. "Natsuki-kun, don't speak. Just play your role."

"..."

The first thing to do when preparing a body for burial is to wipe it clean, symbolizing that one comes into this world clean and leaves clean.

Fujiwara Chika took out a new towel and began to wipe Amamiya Natsuki's body.

"Hey, I see the mission progress bar." Fujiwara Chika's eyes widened, and she exclaimed softly, "I knew I could use you to practice."

Amamiya Natsuki looked up at the dim ceiling and said, "Hurry up and finish this."

"Don't rush me, I've only just started, I'm not a quick shooter."

"..."

The wiping process is from top to bottom, starting with the face, then the neck, chest, and finally the abdomen.

Upon reaching the abdomen, seeing that Amamiya Natsuki was lying obediently without moving, the Secretary's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously pinched it with his hand.

Amamiya Natsuki looked over speechlessly: "You..."

Snapped.

Fujiwara Chika gently patted him with her hand, her pretty face slightly flushed, and she said a little guiltily:

"Don't say anything, I'm just checking if the abs are real or fake."

Hey, you're an embalmer, whether it's real or fake has nothing to do with you!

Amamiya Natsuki said quietly:

"Absolutely authentic, no need to check."

“That’s not necessarily true…” Fujiwara Chika muttered softly, “I saw on Twitter that some people buy fake abs and wear them on their stomachs to fool others.”

The guy who buys that stuff isn't just fooling others, he's fooling himself!

As Fujiwara Chika spoke, she casually pinched him again.

"It feels surprisingly good."

Chika Fujiwara gave a positive review.

As the source of chaos, this Secretary is always unpredictable and has no taboos. If it were Kaguya or Komi, they would never pinch someone's stomach.

"That's enough, stop now." Amamiya Natsuki tensed up and reminded him, "If you continue, I won't be able to hold back."

"What, I can't help it... Eh? Eh? Eh?"

Fujiwara Chika lowered her gaze, stared for a second, and then her pretty face quickly turned red.

Even the uninhibited child of chaos has moments of shyness and panic.

"W-What are you thinking?!" Fujiwara Chika turned her head away, blushing and shouting, "Natsuki-kun is a pervert! You're disgusting!"

I told you to stop right now and stop pinching me, but you wouldn't listen. You have no idea about the patience of male high school students!

Amamiya Natsuki said speechlessly:

"So it's all my fault?"

"That's what it is."

"When you speak, please put your hand on your conscience."

"I'm sorry, that kind of thing is no longer available."

"..."

Fujiwara Chika turned around, speaking while occasionally glancing over out of the corner of her eye. Only after Amamiya Natsuki calmed down did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief and turn back to continue her mission.

After the unexpected incident, the secretary finally calmed down a bit and followed the steps written in his notebook in a proper manner.

Wiping complete.

Next, it's time to change clothes.

If Fujiwara Chika were alone, this hurdle would definitely be difficult to overcome. She would have to find a suitable practice partner, drag them into the underground morgue, and also guard against their counterattack. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

No problem now.

With Natsuki Amamiya's perfect cooperation, this level was easily passed as well.

Finally, the makeup and finishing touches went smoothly without any problems.

"Finally done." Fujiwara Chika put her hands on her hips and let out a long sigh of relief. "Let me check the mission progress... Huh? Why does it show as not completed?"

Amamiya Natsuki sat up and stretched: "Clearly, your actions did not meet the mission requirements."

“Impossible.” Fujiwara Chika shook her head. “I have clearly done everything that is written in the notebook.”

Amamiya Natsuki reached out her hand and said:

"Let me see your laptop."

"Here you go." Fujiwara Chika handed over the notebook. "Everything has been completed...maybe there are some things that weren't recorded in the notebook."

Natsuki Amamiya took the notebook and started flipping through it.

This is an ordinary black notebook. When you open it, there are no diaries that need to be deciphered. It gets straight to the point. The entire notebook is handwritten. The beginning is about the mortician's work process, and there are also work tips and precautions next to it.

There isn't much content.

The main barrier to entry is psychological; there are no professional skills that require years of practice.

"Am I right?" Fujiwara Chika leaned closer, standing right next to Amamiya Natsuki, and they looked at the notebook together. "She wiped her body, changed her clothes, and put on makeup. She did everything."