Chapter 147
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: Leaving the 5th Floor
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"...Hmm, should I allow onahole handjobs? Yeah, why not. On a whim. Onahole handjobs are fine. No touching with hands. Nothing beyond that. Got it? Heh heh heh. Anyway, when you're not by my side, you'll always have the dildo chastity belt locked on, so you won't be able to use your pussy or even show it off."
I told my pussy detective slaves that since they were mine now... they weren't allowed to let any other men touch them.
Still, for those who had been in relationships or married before, I allowed onahole handjobs. Since it wasn't direct contact.
"Pussy Detective No. 3. What do you think of me? Do you want to give your pussy to Gonnanil? He may have tricked you, but you were lovers for a long time. Tell me your true feelings."
"...No, Master...♡ That deduction otaku is no longer in my heart...♡ Heh-eut. From now on, I'll only look at you, my Master...♡ Ha-ang."
"Heh heh heh. Good answer. I like it."
"Thank you...♡ Ha-eut."
I sent my girls, now my sex toys, back to their daily lives.
They pretended to go about their routines while wearing dildo chastity belts that filled both holes tight, their wombs and anal passages stuffed full of my cum.
Once a day, on rotation, they'd come to me, spread their legs, and get a fresh refill of semen.
They'd do a fresh enema every day for their asses too, turning their back holes into cock sheaths before getting refilled with cum and locking the belts back on.
And sometimes, I'd go check on them to see how well they were handling daily life.
Pussy Detective No. 1 and No. 2—the pussy scientist—helping with deductions by Gonnanil's side. And Pussy Detectives No. 3 through 5.
All five acted pure and innocent, sweetly assisting the protagonist's deductions, but when our eyes met while I watched, they'd flash meaningful, seductive smiles.
And when no one was looking, one hand would lift their skirt while the other pulled their panties aside, showing me the chastity belt inside and the womb tattoo on their lower belly.
Of course, half-glimpses of the "SEX SLAVE" tattoo, the number tattoos, the barcode tattoo, and the "" above the womb tattoo were bonuses.
Next to the Sex Slave tattoo: 001, 002, 003, 004, 005 etched in.
I wonder if the protagonist will ever figure out what those mean?
In a way, I'm really looking forward to that day.
In response, I'd grin and give them a thumbs-up before going to check on the other pussy slaves.
Cafe girl part-timers, movie theater girls, restaurant staff, female teachers at schools, the protagonists' rivals' girlfriends, female cops, passing minor female characters, and so on...
As I strolled around the neighborhood like a casual walk, the bitches who'd become my cock houses would spot me and, when no one was looking, flash their sex slave marks.
It was like a greeting and sign of submission from the pussy slave bitches to their Master.
'Heh heh heh. Should I swing by the broadcasting station too?'
I headed to the broadcasting station. Inside, countless pretty female celebrities spotted me but pretended not to notice.
But while doing so, they'd subtly pay attention and, when no male staff or male celebs were looking, send me signs of submission.
With lewd, seductive smiles, of course.
They were all wearing dildo chastity belts too, their pussies and asses full of cum.
Some were even already pregnant..., probably planning official retirements soon.
'All the girls around Gonnanil are knocked up too... At 5-6 months, it'll be hard to hide, and when they come out with it, won't that shatter the protagonist's mind...? Heh heh heh. He's got that dense guy setting, so maybe they'll hide it as long as possible? Blame it on weight gain? Heh heh heh.'
Fun thoughts.
'Or should I force an alibi fuck right now...? Heh heh... Nah, get 'em blackout drunk..., claim it happened that night, bullshit that the kid's his, and make him take responsibility without any pleasure... Heh heh heh. Heh heh heh heh.'
Thanks to the celebrity pussy bitch vouching for my identity, I wandered the station without even showing an ID card. Spotting a female celeb heading into the women's restroom, I slipped in after her.
"...M-Master?"
"Yeah. It's me. Here to piss?"
"...Y-Yes... My bladder's full..."
"Piss. Hurry up and piss, then let's have a round."
"...Y-Yes...♡"
- Splish splash -
I waited for her to finish pissing, then unlocked the chastity belt only I could remove, fucked her pussy and ass hard, and pumped both holes full of fresh cum.
Then locked the belt back on.
'Hmm, watching her piss makes me wanna develop her urethra too... Gotta tell the pussy scientist to add a urethra catheter to the dildo chastity belt. Upgrade it a bit.'
I'd originally planned urethra training too, with a catheter dildo on the belt, but unlike shit, you have to piss often every day, so it wasn't feasible.
A few days after I gave the order, the pussy scientist developed one that normally acts as a dildo but turns into a urethra catheter when you press a button.
She said this would allow urethra training. So I ordered it implemented.
Plus, thanks to her scientific talents, she added all sorts of features to the dildo chastity belt, creating a high-tech multifunctional version.
"...Heh-eut, hngh-eut...♡ A-As per Master's orders...♡ Heung...♡ I developed a state-of-the-art multifunctional chastity belt with all kinds of features...♡ Ha-eut...! ...I-I tested it thoroughly on my own body..., ha-eung...! S-Should be no problems...♡"
"Heh heh heh. Good girl."
"Urethra hole, pussy, anal. All three holes penetrated, vibrating, stimulating...♡ Stops right before orgasm...♡ Reinforced security lock so it can't be removed without Master's permission...♡ Added fine lattice metal, aluminum, titanium alloy for super sturdy yet lightweight build, heh-eut...!"
"Damn, this is the real deal. Gotta outfit the pussy slaves on other floors with these too. Hey, mass-produce this shit. A hundred? Nah, over a thousand. Got it? Money's no object. Get the other pussy detective slaves to help if needed."
"...Y-Yes, ma-asteeer...♡"
I ordered mass production of the high-tech multifunctional chastity belts.
With capital and manpower poured in, the pussy scientist churned out over a thousand in record time.
I stored them carefully in my subspace.
'Hmm, pretty much conquered every decent-looking girl on Tower Floor 5 now...'
I was starting to get bored of Tower Floor 5.
The world itself wasn't that fun..., and I'd pretty much enjoyed all the content there was...
The trial rewards were crappy items anyway, mostly useless junk that killed any interest.
'Time to head to another floor. I'll drop by here occasionally when I miss it. Wanna check out reality after a while?'
I left the Tower.
Back in reality, I lay on my bed staring at the familiar ceiling, rolling around for a bit.
Then I suddenly remembered the random gacha I'd meant to try before but hadn't.
Sometimes I'd see posts on reality's internet boards warning that the shop random gacha was total garbage and to never do it...
But being told not to made me kinda want to, and I trusted my luck.
Limited to the Tower, my luck might even be overflowing.
'If the luck that landed me Very Very Special Easy on random is anything to go by...!'
And everyone knows lotto odds are lower than getting struck by lightning, yet people buy them anyway.
Honestly, when you look at your own life coldly and sincerely, you know you won't win, but you buy one anyway.
With that kinda mindset—impulsive and self-indulgently—I decided to try the Tower system shop's random gacha.
Some might call it a dumbass move wasting points or whatever.
But even those people have bought lotto tickets..., or their dads, grandpas, uncles have at least once, right?
So you could fire back:
'Your dad, grandpa, and uncle are idiots too? You know even 5th prize lotto odds are 1 in 45?'
Of course, I'm not pad-lipping to attack; it's just self-defense logic that buying lotto and me doing random gacha are no different.
Humans are intelligent beings, but everyone tries lotto at least once? Or dreams of winning.
So my random gacha is perfectly justified, natural, and a basic human instinct.
Of course, I didn't forget to skim the internet posts about random gacha first.