Chapter 142
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 142
Chapter Title: Nishimura Takuya's Life of Hypocrisy
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Nishimura Takuya's life was, simply put, a textbook case of hypocrisy.
He'd inherited a silver spoon from his parents and ridden it to success, yet he genuinely believed he'd pulled himself up by his bootstraps. He went around preaching to most young people in Japan that they lacked "effooooort. Do what I did, and you'll succeed." And he spouted this bullshit like it was gospel truth. Hell, he even wrote a book about it. Meanwhile, the company he ran was infamous as a black corporation.
But there were more brain-dead pig idiots out there defending his nonsense than you'd expect, which made life a breeze for him.
Every time criticism came his way, he'd have his loyal band of idiot pig supporters chime in with gems like, "What's wrong with riding your parents' coattails?" or "Should everyone start on equal footing? You commie?"
From Nishimura Takuya's perspective, life was easy street—put in a little effort, and the rewards came rolling in. Anyone in the bottom 0.1%, the so-called losers who couldn't make it, were just lacking "effooooort," lazy, and slothful.
'But this guy's successful businesses—the real cash cows—were all landed through his parents' connections with government offices and big corporations for supply contracts... The rest barely break even or run small losses.'
As I sifted through Nishimura Takuya's life, it hit me: people really are animals that only think from their own standards, experiences, and vantage points.
Silver spoon kids who delude themselves into thinking they're self-made end up seeing the world this way?
Even securing a 1.5 billion yen bank loan at age 20 with no real collateral thanks to his parents—he chalks that up to his own talent...
And even if he failed, he knew his family would bail him out without letting him end up in debt, so he could swing for the fences. But he conveniently ignores that and just praises his own brilliant business instincts, talent, and hard work.
'...Anyway, I've got the gist of this guy's life. Oh, and he's got a massive private mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo, plus three officetels and one regular house right in the heart of the city... That last one's the address I just dug up, disguised as a normal family home.'
From what I could piece together from Nishimura Takuya's memories, he used the house structured like a regular family home for commuting to his company in Tokyo.
'And some of those officetel units? He's straight-up given them to his girlfriends... Oh... He's got some smoking hot mistresses. Hmm, still not quite protagonist heroine level, though.'
True to a guy rolling in it, he's got eight girlfriends just in the capital region.
Four of them he's still actively seeing, while the other four have cooled off a bit.
And get this—half of those eight are married women. So he's been cheating left and right.
Factor in mistresses across Japan, and it's around 32. Go global, and he's up to about 60.
'Kukuku, this guy's a riot. Girlfriends galore... But in a Hard-Boiled Detective world like this, won't he end up knifed to death?'
"...Master, where are we headed now?"
"Hm? Ah... Plenty of options. For now, let's head to my place."
After poking around the life of Nishimura Takuya, this young, vibrant entrepreneur, I flashed a grin at my Pussy Detective Slave's question and answered leisurely.
I'd originally figured if I couldn't remember my house, we'd crash at the Pussy Detective Slaves' place or a hotel.
But thanks to the system injecting all of Nishimura Takuya's memories, things changed.
I pulled out a luxury foreign sedan parked at the ferry passenger dock lot, loaded up the Pussy Detective Slaves, and headed home.
'Coincidence? Or fate's prank...? Turns out I live in the same neighborhood as the protagonist...'
Once home with the Pussy Detective Slaves, I flopped onto the bed for a bit to shake off the fatigue.
Of course, the Pussy Detective Slaves had their faces buried in my cock and balls, slurping and licking away like it was a feast.
"Maybe I should wash up... Pussy Detectives, I'm gonna bathe. Attend me."
"Yes... Master."
I got the classic tits-and-pussy bath service you see in those ruined AVs while scrubbing down.
Midway, the Pussy Detective Slaves got horny, so I creampied each one once... Then, recalling my real-world romps with Ji-min, I decided to try some anal.
I had the girls do enemas, clean out thoroughly two or three times, then popped their virgin backdoor cherries one by one, nice and fair.
"Hahk...♡ Haaang...! There, it's hot... Too big... Huff, huff, it's getting loose... Stretched open, won't close... Haang, heuk...♡"
"Heut... My, my ass hole feels so good...! Haaang! ...This, this hole isn't for this...!"
-Squish squish squelch splurt-
"Once your asses get all loose and gaping so they won't close, I'll buy plugs and stuff 'em for you. Keep up the anal, and I'll turn your back pussies into sloppy holes just like the fronts. Someday I'll stretch those ass holes wide and ruin you both completely, so get used to the idea of wearing diapers for life. Got it?"
"Y-Yes, yeees...♡"
Watching my two Pussy Detective Slaves drool thick, pure white semen from their hugely gaped asses thanks to my massive cock's pistoning felt damn good.
Hell, when they voluntarily licked and sucked my dirty dick clean from both sides, I couldn't help thinking, This is the life.
"Kukuku, kuh~ Feels fucking great."
Living as Nishimura Takuya must be why everything feels so effortless.
Based on his experiences and memories, in a world this easy and fun... guys like me who can't succeed or score chicks really are just lacking "effooooort."
Put in "effooooort" like me. Then you can live this good life too.
You have completed the first additional trial on the 5th floor: 'Help the protagonist identify the culprit a total of 3 times.'
As a completion reward for the first additional trial on the 5th floor, you receive the 'Necktie Voice Modulator'.
Necktie Voice Modulator: A necktie-type voice modulator item that allows voice alteration.
The second additional trial on the 5th floor is: Help the protagonist identify the culprit a total of 5 times. Just don't get in the protagonist's way.
'But seriously, does this protagonist dude just eat and catch murderers...? How long have I been home, and already another locked-room murder, nabbing two more culprits? ...And is this floor just handing out items like this? Kinda lame.'
Voice modulator...? Fucking useless. What the hell am I supposed to do with it?
Give it to my little sister as a toy? She'd probably love this kinda shit...
Nah, she'd just nag me about wasting money on junk.
If my little sis doesn't want it, maybe give it to Hye-jeong, Hye-yeon, and Seo-yeon on the 1st floor to mess around with?
I mean, voice modulator my ass. I'm not a YouTuber or VTuber. Who needs it?
And if I did, I could just buy a cheap voice-changing mic.
'I'm not hiding my identity and disguising my voice for deductions like the original protagonist...'
For a sec, I felt a twinge of regret about the 5th floor rewards.
What if it keeps dishing out trash like this?
Sure, someone else might find it useful.
But not me...
'If it just keeps giving me pretty girls from the manga to fuck while handing out worthless items, I'll bail.'
From then on, I decided to fuck every woman around the protagonist.
Protagonist can solve his cases or not—I'd just focus on banging all the girls.
While the original protagonist cracked one case a day, or two or three, I zeroed in on conquering and fucking every woman near him.
'This insane neighborhood has locked-room murders popping up damn near daily... Sometimes two or three in a day every three days. Morning one, afternoon one. Or breakfast, lunch, dinner. ...Is this a place where people live or demon hell?'
Why live here?
I'd move in a heartbeat.
But not everyone's clueless.
It seems subtly reflected somehow.
"Protagonist's a silver spoon, sure... But living in an absurdly huge mansion in Tokyo... With a garden and pool. Way too big. And the reason it's possible? His presence tanks the neighborhood property values. Move him somewhere else temporarily to crash those prices, buy low, then ship him off again—real estate flips for days, right?"
Is it my Insight stat boosting my reasoning?
Or Nishimura Takuya's business savvy and memories?
I figured I could make easy money off the protagonist, but... Nah, I'd stick to fucking the pretty girls.