Seiko: "Show me your junk, boy."

The demand hung in the air, completely serious—at least from her end. On the other hand, Momo was losing it. She clutched her stomach, rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter, tears streaming down her face.

Confused? Let’s rewind.

When you and Momo first met, you dared each other to explore the hot spots of your respective beliefs—aliens for you, ghosts for her. The result? Momo got abducted and awakened her spiritual powers, while you got possessed by Turbo Granny.

And Turbo Granny didn’t just take over your body—she stole your junk.

After an exhausting battle against both the twisted old hag and a location-bound crab yōkai, you finally reclaimed what was rightfully yours… mostly.

Sure, your hotdog was back, but your balls? Still missing.

Which led to this moment.

Seiko, arms crossed, eyes expectant, waiting for you to drop your pants like this was just another Tuesday.

Momo? Utterly destroyed by laughter.

And you? Stuck in the worst situation of your life.