The devil residing in the loins by Itoguchi Masaka

　チャットGPTを使って、私の「下半身の悪魔」を英訳してみた。自分の小説が英訳されるとどうなるか、興味があったのだ。訳文の精度はどんなものなのか、わかるひとは教えてほしいです。
　
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The devil residing in the loins 　by Itoguchi Masaka

Do I have something that attracts incomprehensible people? In the first place, I myself don't understand anything, so maybe people like that just naturally gather around me without my noticing.
It's not that I dislike incomprehensible people. On the contrary, I feel like I'm drawn to them.
However, there are various types of incomprehensible people. The ones I like are those whose incomprehensibility is their charm.
Such people certainly do exist.

I first met her when I was in high school. She wasn't at the bottom of the school hierarchy. In fact, in terms of grades, she was at the top. But her behavior was so eerie that no one in the class tried to get close to her. It wasn't that she liked the occult, but rather that what she said was occult itself. At the time, I was obsessed with 70s shoujo manga, especially the works of Yumiko Oshima, and I would read them in the classroom whenever I had the chance. I was a strange student, no doubt about it.
As she pulled up her skirt, she approached me and whispered in my ear, "I made a contract with the demon in my lower body."
"Pardon?" I asked, taken aback.
in the style of Yumiko Oshima's shoujo manga, I asked her again. I looked at her face intently. She was beautiful, but her complexion was bad. My father sometimes had this color. I wondered which to question first, her contract with the demon in her lower body or her complexion.
"But demons aren't just bad things, you know. They can also represent strong convictions or beliefs. That's why I made the contract," she explained.
"Huh?"
"For karaoke."
"You made a contract with the demon in your lower body to go karaoke singing?" I repeated incredulously.
"It's not like that," she replied. "But anyway, I should tell you that I don't have any money."
"I know."
"And it's my first time going to karaoke. I don't have any friends to go with."
"I understand. That's probably why you read those kinds of manga," I replied.
She looked at the cover of "Banana Bread Pudding" as she spoke.
While looking at the cover of "Banana Bread Pudding," she said, "You always look so pale." When I asked her why, she answered without hesitation, "It's because of my congenital heart disease."

After school that day, we went to a karaoke place in Ikebukuro. It was a strange experience, as we just took turns singing our favorite songs alone without having anything in common to talk about. We didn't get excited in an abnormal way. For example, she sang P-MODEL's "Meeting at an Art Museum," and I sang Youko Minamino's "Autumn Indication." She was quite good at singing. As promised, she paid the full cost.
I didn't ask her about the contract with the devil regarding her lower body. Even if she suddenly confessed something terrifying that could be associated with a devil, I wouldn't know what to do. It's best to let sleeping dogs lie.

After that incident, we started dating. We went to each other's houses to hang out and have sex. Sometimes, I would think about the demon in my lower half during our intimate moments, but soon enough, even that didn't bother me. I was too caught up in the relationship. It wasn't a relationship we could openly come out about to the world, and perhaps that was the doing of the demon in my lower half.
I was in love with her.
Even after graduating high school, we continued our relationship. She went on to study science in university, while I majored in English literature. This happened during our fourth year of university, where a minor disagreement led to a clash of opinions, causing us to break up.

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（To be continued)