Chapter 155
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 155
Chapter Title: Firing a 60mm Mortar at the Detention Center
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After that secret, private drinking session with my assigned prosecutor and lawyers, my case magically ended up with a suspension of prosecution.
Having already secured withdrawal of complaints and letters pleading for leniency from the two women who filed the reports in the first place must have made it easier for my prosecutor to greenlight that decision.
"What a shame. I was hoping for a full acquittal. But this way, it'll still be on record since I was booked, right?"
"Even if that were the case, going to trial and fighting for acquittal would have been far more grueling and uncertain. Suspension of prosecution was the best outcome."
"I see. Well, thanks for all your hard work anyway, counselor."
"Not at all, President Ota. It was an honor to represent you."
Was it because I'd paid them so much money up to now?
The lawyer's bow was practically a full ninety-degree folder-phone fold.
'Oh, right. Come to think of it, Hikari and Miho said they gave the lawyer a success fee too?'
It probably wasn't as much as what I'd shelled out so far, but he'd clearly pocketed a nice chunk from my pussy slaves' cunts.
So of course he was bowing his head down to the floor like that, acting like my personal attorney and begging me to call him first if anything like this ever happened again.
'Hmm... I've given him a decent amount so far. Maybe I should ask him to handle Fukuda Ren's defense too? ...Nah. Let him go for now and just visit Fukuda myself.'
Did I have any obligation or duty to get a lawyer for Fukuda Ren? Nope.
I just found the host club pretty boy's proposal a little appealing, that's all.
And maybe I felt a tiny bit bad for the guy, thinking he might be getting unfairly branded a criminal by Japan's justice system?
'Maybe I should go visit Fukuda.'
Curious what it felt like to visit as an outsider, I applied for a visit and went to see Fukuda.
But heading there, I felt an intense disgust bubbling up for some reason.
This was the place where I'd been humiliated.
'Fuck! That ass-probing prosecutor's den...! My ultimate black history...!! Ah, shit. I just wanna torch the whole place... Blast everyone inside with gunfire...'
My rage was starting to boil over hard.
That "back-of-the-head rage"—the kind that's fine at first or early on, but creeps up stronger as time passes.
Similar to those belated blanket kicks after the fact... or losing an argument with someone and only later thinking, "Ah, fuck. I should've said that back then." Or recalling some past injustice and musing, "Man, I shouldn't have put up with that shit."
Anyway, showing up at the detention center brought back memories of being locked up—the process, the time inside—and all that humiliating, human-rights-violating crap made my rage explode.
And in the midst of it, I locked eyes with a few staff members... They seemed to smirk and whisper when they saw me, which pissed me off even more.
Maybe they were just smiling politely, thinking I was some regular visitor filing a civilian complaint... But right then, with my mindset all twisted, everything looked shitty.
Then I ran into this old correctional officer who apparently remembered my face and came over acting like he knew me.
"Well, well, aren't you that rich kid who got out on bail a few days ago? Ota Jun, right? Heh, made a friend in the meantime? Coming for a visit?"
A sneering tone, looking down on me.
Seeing that bastard decided what I had to do next.
'This pisses me off.'
Right then and there, in this Tower 3rd-floor world, I sealed Japan's fate.
Time to flip this shit upside down.
Yeah, I was gonna pull some GTA shit here.
This Tower 3rd-floor world wasn't some adult commercial visual novel anymore—it was an isekai modern fantasy rampage fest.
That's what I decided on the spot.
'I'll show you what happens when I really commit to rampaging. Starting point: this detention center.'
Rage was surging inside me so bad I couldn't just let it slide.
The humiliation I'd endured, plus that recent resale bullshit in reality. Holding back in front of the cops when my pussy slaves announced their pregnancies.
All kinds of stress piling up and exploding.
Maybe expecting patience from me was a mistake to begin with?
'Zombie virus spread is the absolute last resort. Unleashing it here would make clearing extra trials impossible or way harder... So just pure GTA-style rampage it is.'
Rampaging like that wouldn't make saving women too tough.
Not like a zombie apocalypse where rescuing chicks gets brutal.
Worst case, if I GTA-rampage Japan into oblivion... I could just head to America, Brazil, or Argentina and fuck plenty of women, and still clear the extra trials no problem.
Totally different scale from zombies.
Unlike a minute ago, I started memorizing the detention center's watchtowers, key defense spots, security buildings—every position and layout I could.
I'd need it all for the rampage soon.
"...Bro! Sniff... Bro! I knew you'd come. I've been trusting only you. ...H-how's my case going? D-did you maybe get me a lawyer too?"
"Hmm... Hey. You still think you could pull off a full Shinjuku course?"
"...Of course, bro. Just say the word. If I can get out of here, I'll lay out a full Shinjuku spread with the hottest girls for you."
"Hmmm..."
"Bro... Please..."
As I made a thoughtful face, Fukuda Ren begged like he had no one else to turn to.
I put on a slightly more conflicted expression... then shifted to one of resolve and told him to wait until tomorrow.
"Wait until tomorrow."
"...Bro, thank you...! I knew it...! Thank you, so much...!"
"Yeah, yeah."
I wrapped up the visit and headed back to the hotel where my pussy slaves were staying.
Since I'd been locked up in Tokyo Detention Center, they'd all come to Tokyo for me and holed up in the hotel. I decided to send them all back to Hikari's rural village.
They'd rushed to Tokyo out of worry for me, but only Miura Kyoka—who'd always wanted to come to Tokyo—seemed a bit excited...
"Hmm. Anyway, you've all suffered mentally and physically while I was in the slammer. Sorry about that, especially since you're not alone anymore."
"""Yes..."""
I bowed my head, and the pussy slaves looked surprised, like it was out of character.
"Head back to the rural village with the new pussy slaves."
"...Um, Master...! I wanna do a bit more shopping in Tokyo..."
Kyoka raised her hand, glancing around nervously and whispering her request. But I shook my head, said no, and ordered them to leave tomorrow.
"Aww..."
"That's an order. Take the earliest train tomorrow. I'll wrap up my 'business' here and follow."
"Yes..."
I firmly told her off, ignoring Kyoka's disappointment over missing out on Tokyo sightseeing and shopping like a little kid.
Kyoka was kid-like in body and mind, so she was bummed, but she settled down once I promised a full Tokyo trip next time to play as much as she wanted.
"Hikari. You're my number-one pussy slave and their leader. Take good care of everyone while I'm gone and get them safely back to your house. Look after the new ones, Saito Kohane and Sakamoto Chiyo, too."
"...Yes, darling."
"Miho. Help Hikari a lot. You're the oldest here, so she'll need your support."
"Yes, Master."
After giving orders, I spent from dinner through the night until early dawn fucking all seven of them, then saw them off on the train to the rural village.
The pussy slaves were a bit wobbly from the all-night orgy.
If they hadn't taken turns with me, they probably would've been out cold all day and missed the train.
I escorted them to the station, put them on the train, and waved goodbye.
Hikari, who'd pulled herself together a bit, urged me to finish up quick and come home.
"Darling... Hurry back. I'll be waiting...♡"
"Of course. I'll wrap this up fast and come ram your pussy raw. Be good and wait at home."
"Yes...♡"
After sending off all the pussy slaves.
I hit up the shopping district near the station and bought a bunch of masks to hide my identity.
There were all kinds, but I picked ones that looked the most Japanese-style.
"These'll do."
Some were modeled after oni demons, rakshasa, or samurai helmets.
They weren't pricey, so I bought every one on display and stashed them in my Subspace Storage.
I left the shopping area, took a taxi, and got dropped off in a deserted spot about 2km from Tokyo Detention Center.
After sending the taxi away, I pulled out a mask and put it on.
It was an oni rakshasa wearing a samurai helmet.
And I took out the 60mm mortar I'd picked up recently in Tower Floor 2's Battlegrounds 2 from my Subspace Storage.