Summary
This Demon Lord Army… it’s all girls, and aren’t there way too many of them who are way too touchy-feely!?
I, Otome Inadera (Inadera Otome), was apparently killed by a random attacker on my way to my very first stage—the first step toward the dream I’d always wanted: becoming an idol. I was 19 years old. According to God, no matter how many times I’m reincarnated, I’m destined to live an unhappy life. Apparently there’s some kind of curse-like mark carved into my soul. Taking pity on me, God sent me off—partly to “cleanse” my soul—to a fantasy world of swords and magic. I ended up under the protection of the Demon Lord Army, but the Demon Lord leading them is called the weakest in history, and their territory has shrunk all the way down to a single village—huh? Isn’t this just going to get me killed again, like, immediately—? I mean, if you’re sending me somewhere, send me to a peaceful world, please!?
“It’s okay, Otome. I’ll defeat aaaall your enemies for you. You don’t have to think about anything extra—you can just be the Demon Lord Army’s idol, okay?”
—That’s what my stepsister Sakuya (Sakuya), who was sent along with me, says as she protects me… but, uh, is it really fine for a Hero to be hanging around in the Demon Lord Army?
“Then pay me back with your body♡”
“Hey… what the heck do you think an idol is for!?”
“Huh? And yet you let the Demon Lord and everyone else get all touchy-feely with you. That’s not fair! I waaant you to let me squeeze— I mean, I want to squeeze and feel those boobs, even if they’re smaller than your little sister’s♡”
“Can I punch you!? Just because yours are huge doesn’t mean mine are tiny—I’m perfectly normal!!”
Well… somehow, we’re having fun. I guess?





































