Chapter 152
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 152
Chapter Title: 3rd Floor. Imprisoned in a Japanese Detention Center.
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I remember everyone letting out a sigh after my introduction.
Especially Hikari, who let out a long sigh, grabbed my hand tight, and said,
"Huuu..., haaa... Somehow, Master..., every time you go out..., you come back with more women... No outings from now on..."
"Huh?"
"How do you bring back one woman every time you step outside? This time, since you were gone so long, it's two?"
Hikari whined at me in a voice mixed with coquettishness but brimming with dissatisfaction as she snuggled into my arms.
I hugged her slender body and gently patted her back, soothing her pouting and grumbling.
Hikari sniffled with tears welling up as I warmly held and comforted her. She stayed buried in my embrace for a good while like that..., but then seemed embarrassed to be crying in front of the other women, her face flushing red as she kept her head down, unable to lift it.
Once she finally calmed down after a long time, she glared at me with resentful eyes and said. But her lips were forced into a smile.
"Master, no more outings for real from now on."
"Why?"
"You're asking because you don't know?"
Hikari clung tightly to my body with a forced smile, chatting and laughing, but her smile didn't feel like a real one, which was a bit scary. Still, since it had been so long since we'd seen each other, I immediately plunged my cock into her pussy.
Hikari, Kyoka, and Kaoru all nearly died from bliss once they experienced the vibrating cock function.
They came continuously until they passed out and couldn't regain their senses.
"Hoot...! Ooooh...! Hooooot...♡ Ahhhn...! Nooo...!!"
Next, I introduced them to my aphrodisiac & narcotic cock, dosing them with just the mildest addiction to get them aroused.
For some reason, I didn't want to hit the Tower 3rd floor pussy slaves with a strong addiction..., since they were sushi sluts who obeyed me perfectly anyway, I didn't see the need.
Still, doing nothing at all felt a bit empty and boring, so I gave them a very light dose.
I set the addictiveness weaker than cigarettes, with mild withdrawal symptoms.
It was an aphrodisiac & narcotic addiction that wouldn't disrupt daily life without my cock.
We were in the middle of having fun for over a month, fucking all five of them..., when one day.
The police showed up at Hikari's house.
And I was arrested by the cops who had a warrant, detained for that train groping incident last time.
Normally, groping wouldn't lead to detention, but since I'd evaded the railway police and fled, that must've gotten me the warrant.
I'd heard somewhere that Japan and Korea have similar legal systems, so minor stuff like groping rarely leads to custody.
Apparently Korea modeled a lot after Japanese law..., due to colonial rule influences or something.
"Oota Jun. Groping on the train and fleeing. Remember? Better not run this time and come quietly."
Oota Jun. My name in this Tower 3rd floor 'Absolute Cock' world.
I considered pulling a gun from my Subspace Storage and killing all the cops..., but I barely held back, thinking of the pregnant girls getting caught up in it.
Hikari and Kyoka were three months along, Kaoru too, while Rino and Miho were at two months.
Unlike Kyoka, Kaoru, and Rino, who were stunned by the swarm of cops at the house.
Miho and Hikari stayed calm on the surface and told me to go along with it for now—they'd bail me out soon.
"Master, calm down for now. We'll get you out on bail as fast as possible, so just follow the police procedures. Got it?"
Later, I learned they'd said that because they saw me trembling with rage, worried I'd bolt again and make things worse.
In reality, I was debating wiping out all the cops...
Hikari and Miho talked me down hard, so nothing happened.
And they actually kept their word about bailing me out as fast as possible.
They even hired an expensive lawyer..., and unusually quickly, just three days later, they got me out of the detention center on bail.
But during those three days, I went through an humiliation I could never forget, even by my own standards.
The Japanese police who arrested me hauled me to Tokyo for custody and locked me up in a Tokyo detention center.
It wasn't the local cops from Hikari's area; they were from Tokyo, so jurisdiction or whatever...
In Japan, you have to get your asshole photographed before entering detention. They call it an anal inspection..., does Korea do that too?
Probably similar worldwide.
They say it's because some idiots try hiding stuff up their asses.
'...Fuck!'
I nearly pulled a gun from Subspace Storage to kill them all..., but thinking of my five pussy slaves carrying my kids, and trusting their promise to get me out fast, I swallowed my rage.
And so, I was locked up in a Tokyo detention center.
"Whoa..., never thought I'd end up in a Japanese slammer in my life..."
When else would I get to experience Japanese jail life? I passed the time with that positive mindset.
(Not prison. It's a detention center.)
My pussy slaves visited daily, so mentally it wasn't too bad.
The only issue was the visits were too short.
Just 10 minutes a day? Isn't that inhumanely little?
Anyway, that's when I got a cellmate. Two to a room, no avoiding it.
My cellmate was a host club worker, the typical sleazy gigolo type you'd expect there.
What do you call these guys? Ikemen? Nah, ikemen are handsome dudes. Anyway, he looked like one of those Japanese deadbeat playboys who seduce women and live off them as sugar babies.
"...Ahh, this is so unfair. So unfair!"
This host club buddy had a ton of grievances.
From what he said, he'd been framed and unjustly locked up by an ugly gold digger.
"Shut up, you're being loud."
"What'd you say, punk?"
I told him to shut up for being noisy, and this scrawny gigolo deadbeat glared like a wannabe yakuza, so I punched him right in the solar plexus.
"...Gahk, ...khek."
"Want more? Or will you stay quiet?"
"...Aniki (big bro), ...I-I'll be quiet."
From then on, the guy treated me like a boss and called me "Aniki."
His attitude changed, and he really started lamenting how wronged he was about getting locked up.
"She was ugly as hell, I swear... Damn..., why'd I have to get hooked by an ugly one like that? If it'd been a hot babe, I wouldn't feel so hard done by. ...Aniki, please understand my plight at least a little."
"Don't know, don't care. Shut up. I'm pissed enough being locked up here too."
"What'd they get you for, Aniki? Don't you feel wronged? You're in for a sex crime too, right? They usually room similar crimes together."
According to him, they divide inmates by crime type—sex crimes with sex crimes, violence with violence, drugs with drugs—for single and double cells.
Makes it easier for the guards to classify or manage, I guess? Not sure on the reason, but something like that.
"Totally wronged. I was just trying to inject some prime Japanese seed into those Japanese pussies... That Shinkansen attendant bitch and that passenger slut from back then..., just wait till I get out..."
"......, ...A-ah, ...y-yes..."
"What's with that look? Fuck, you think I deserved to get caught?"
"...N-no, not at all. ...Yes. You seem really wronged too, Aniki. Y-yes..."
I spent about three days in there, and with nothing to do, bored out of my mind, stressed, frustrated, suffocated, filthy, and miserable, I ended up bonding a bit with this guy.
What do you call this? Comradeship? Fellow sufferer vibe?
Comradeship reminds me of the army.
Still, the army's gotta be better than this shit, fuck.
They only give 30 minutes for exercise here a day.
The rest of the time, you're stuck sitting ramrod straight in a tiny space all day. Fucking hell. Truly goddamn awful.
Who's the idiot saying modern prisons are better than the army?
Japan and Korea are similar, and if jail's this shit, even without experience, the army might be better.
At least there, after duty, you can hit the PX, play some soccer, smoke, and sometimes go on day trips, overnight leaves, or vacations...
'Or not? Is comparing prison to the military just highlighting how trash conscription is?'
Stuck in a cramped, stuffy space with fuck all to do, two guys chattering nonstop for three days straight—you're bound to get chummy.
Plus, we both had 'wronged' in common, so we clicked pretty well, and with him fawning over me as Aniki, the relationship wasn't bad at all.
"Oota Jun. You're out tomorrow at 9 AM. Bail. Whoever it is—family or girlfriend—they shelled out big time."