Chapter 234
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 234
Chapter Title: Floor 7. 'My Youth Comedy Where I Search for the Fake Key is Two Love Terror Alive' NTR NTL Series
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I looked over all the conditions and rewards for each trial.
And I came to a conclusion.
As expected, diving into the 'My Youth Comedy Where I Search for the Fake Key is Two Love Terror Alive' NTR NTL Series was the right call.
(Doujinshi) 'My Youth Comedy Where I Search for the Fake Key is Two Love Terror Alive' NTR NTL Series
= Have sex with 1 main heroine.
= 100 points per sub-heroine sex.
= 10,000 points per main heroine sex.
Trial Reward:Suggestion Lv. Max (Restricts and controls the target's thoughts and actions on both unconscious and conscious levels. Requires user's magic power to exceed the target's mental strength. Ineffective against those skilled in mana manipulation or with strong mental resistance. Can be undone by others with mana-based mental healing abilities.)
"Suggestion...!"
It seemed like a weaker version of the protagonist's hypnosis ability, but the fact that it offered something like this was already a win.
And my gut told me that clearing the additional trials would strengthen it even further.
'First, rape one main heroine to snag that ability, then use suggestion on people to fuck them left and right. ...Though with my dick and other powers, I don't really need to stick to the straight-and-narrow route.'
"Fake key..., ugh, what a goddamn long title. Anyway, that's the one. You get it? Start it up."
Starting the trial.
My vision went dark.
I felt myself being transported somewhere.
Starting the 7th floor trial.
7th floor trial: 'Have sex with 1 main heroine.' Sex with a main heroine in any way counts.
I closed my eyes and opened them again.
Suddenly, I was in a dingy alleyway in some rundown Japanese neighborhood.
I'd entered the world where the doujinshi's creator had officially declared, "All characters in this work are adults."
"Heh heh, heheheh. Hihihihi."
I couldn't hold back my laughter at the thought of what was to come.
"Hmm, since it's a new floor, maybe I should buy some memories from the shop first."
I opened the shop window and decided to purchase the memories and experiences.
Virtual memories and experiences in the Tower's 7th floor world.
Price: 0 points
I selected purchase, and unfamiliar memories and experiences flooded into my head.
The virtual memories matching the original work's protagonist started filling my mind—what kind of person I was in this world.
A single Japanese guy living in a rundown house.
Unemployed. A long-time NEET.
But he'd just gained hypnosis powers and entered the anime world...
Wait...?
"What the fuck. This dude doesn't know shit about this world, just like me? I know it's a fictional setting."
I'd overlooked something.
This protagonist asshole had just entered the story world like I did—no prior knowledge whatsoever.
What I'd hoped for was geographical info, main heroine locations, that sort of thing from the virtual memories.
But this body was in the exact same boat as my usual self—freshly dropped into "this world" with jack shit known.
"Ugh, damn it. Guess I'll have to wander around like in the doujinshi and find some pussy myself."
Thought it'd be easy.
Of course it'd bite me in the ass.
I left the dingy alley and strolled down a brighter street.
After a bit, I ended up in a quiet park.
'...Not this way. Or is it?'
I needed to head to the school where the original protagonist and main heroines went.
Stepping into the serene park felt like a wrong turn...
'I shouldn't just wander. Better grab someone and ask for directions.'
Conveniently, there was a woman walking a Shiba Inu nearby, so I figured I'd ask her.
But this woman... she'd been hanging around me for a while now.
I'd glimpsed her on the way here, too. Yeah, she was definitely tailing me.
What gives? That classic Japanese neighborhood thing where they spot an unfamiliar face and watch out of caution and curiosity?
Hmm. Even so, she's staring pretty openly.
I scanned her from head to toe—feet to head—like appraising a cut of meat.
'By the discerning eye of a guy who's bedded hundreds of women: She's hiding a killer body under that frumpy, baggy tracksuit. Tits and ass way bigger than they look. Face isn't bad either. ...No makeup at all, but she's actually pretty cute?'
Raw pussy rating around 250.
Big tits, wide hips making that ass pop—right up my alley.
Zero clue about dolling herself up.
Surface level: plain face, average build, unassuming woman.
But she's concealing the curves, no makeup, hair a mess like she hasn't washed it—underneath, she's a looker.
'Not a heroine, though.'
Plain black hair screams extra.
In this manga, heroines rock everything from pink-haired childhood friend bobs to full rainbow spectra, RGB vibrant as hell.
Standard East Asian black? Background character.
Age around 28-29?
Walking the dog at this hour, though.
Unemployed, maybe?
Not like some village watch captain gig, right?
'Might as well ask her for directions.'
"Excuse me..."
As I approached the woman with the dog, saying "Um, sumimasen..." Japanese-style, her face flushed red.
She fidgeted, flustered, barely able to respond.
Blushing? Why?
Then it hit me—a sudden theory.
'...No way. Is she into me?'
I spotted a mirror next to the park's exercise equipment.
Anyone else might not see clearly from afar, but my near-superhuman senses made it sharp as day.
I checked the mirror.
It was spotless—someone must maintain it occasionally.
Staring back was a tall, handsome dude—even I had to admit it.
Groooar... Handsome is king. Never gets old. Always a thrill.
After appreciating my reflection with my usual awe,
I turned back to the blushing 29-ish presumed NEET spinster, who looked expectant now that I'd spoken.
Her shabby tracksuit, bare face, lack of confidence in her posture, gestures, outfit—it all confirmed my hunch.
Suddenly, her whole situation clicked in my head.
Japan marries younger than Korea, so at 29, she's probably getting "old maid" or "disposal" jabs.
No steady job from the looks... Parents nagging her to marry and move out, no doubt.
Maybe threats of getting booted at 30 next year.
It's morning, 9-10 AM—everyone else at school or work—and she's walking the dog. Bet she bolted from the house to dodge the marriage lectures.
Then she spots me during her usual escape routine.
Tall, handsome, built—like a god.
First time seeing me around, but can't stop glancing.
Follows me, rationalizing it's not stalking, just caution around a stranger.
Lingering nearby. Circling me.
'...Holy shit, is this my deduction power for real...?!'
Impressive. Sugoi.
Worthwhile brainpower kicks into overdrive 100% for pussy and women.
Of course, I could be wrong.
But instinct said I nailed it.
'Alright. Let's try talking to her again.'
"Excuse me..."
"...Ack! A hot guy... is talking to me? What do I do? Kyaaah... Ahh!"
This chick.
Bit of a comic relief character?
Face beet red, hands over mouth, stomping her feet like some quirky airhead klutz trope.
The Shiba Inu, mid-peaceful walk with tongue lolling and panting, suddenly tilted its head in confusion like "???" at her freakout.
From the dog's perspective, owner's gone loony out of nowhere.