Chapter 46

To live off the misfortune of others. Being a detective is truly a thankless job.

Akiraka Satsuki said this, even though she herself is a detective.

Of course, this wasn't so much what she truly thought, but rather a lament that came from the nature of a detective's job, which constantly forces them to face the misfortunes of others.

In any case, when you make a living out of digging into other people's affairs, doing background checks, or, in rare cases, getting involved in murder cases, it's inevitable that you'll feel a sense of disillusionment with your profession.

And despite all the complaining, Satsuki never actually quit being a detective.

Because, one way or another, detectives exist because they are needed.

If there was no need for them, they would have been weeded out and disappeared long ago.

And to fulfill that need, someone has to play the role of a detective.

Using that excuse, Satsuki was poking around in cases again today.

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"Something's strange..."

Satsuki muttered.

It was because she had recently discovered that unusual things were happening frequently ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in a certain district of Tokyo.

For example, a woman was found in a park, ragged and violated.

For example, a *gyaru* was spotted walking down a street in an outrageous state.

For example, a crazy woman was seen strolling naked somewhere in Natsuhabara.

For example, a waitress at a certain maid cafe lost her virginity in the middle of the cafe...

Of course, none of these incidents escalated into any kind of case.

Because there was a valid reason for each of these things happening.

The woman in the park had simply had her *ius primae noctis* exercised.

The exhibitionist *gyaru* was just showing off her fashion philosophy.

The naked woman strolling in Natsuhabara was simply being true to her role as a childhood friend *onahole*.

There's a plausible reason for everything. But...

"Still, it's strange that these things keep happening in the same area in such a short period of time."

Her detective's intuition was telling her. This smelled like some kind of case.

Of course, this was just a hunch, and unless there was a specific victim, it was an issue that the police couldn't get involved in.

Filling that kind of security vacuum, or whirlpool of suspicion, is what detectives do.

"In short, I'm going to check it out myself and see with my own eyes if it's a matter that could develop into a real case. ...It's not really desirable for a pro to work for free, though..."

Could this be considered an offering for living off the misfortunes of others?

If I don't put effort into preventing misfortune, I won't have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠any excuse even if I'm struck by divine punishment.

...Or maybe I just want to satisfy my own nosy curiosity.

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"Hmm, so this is the place."

The investigation proceeded surprisingly easily, almost blandly so.

From the start, the incident(?) and incidents were carried out publicly without anyone trying to hide them, and naturally, there were more than enough witnesses.

On top of that, since the places where they occurred were centered around a certain district of Tokyo and not far apart, narrowing down the people involved was a very simple task.

It almost felt anticlimactic.

It was like an intellectual puzzle that looked quite interesting at first glance, but unfortunately had a very easy difficulty level.

The packaging is fancy, but the contents are terrible...

But since I've come this far, I should at least check it out to the end.

Considering the expensive land prices in Tokyo, it was a fairly high-end detached house.

Satsuki rang the doorbell of the house.

And at that moment, as if he had been waiting, the door swung open and a man who seemed to be the owner of the house appeared before Satsuki.

"Fuhihit. Hello. Who are you?"

"Ah..."

The man was dressed shabbily and had an unattractive face.

On top of that, the way he had a strange smile on his face that you couldn't possibly warm up to gave me the creeps.

As a detective, I meet all kinds of people, but I think he's probably one of the worst, Satsuki thought.

It could be seen as prejudice, but I'll excuse it as a detective's intuition.

Anyway.

No matter how disgusting the other person's impression is, Satsuki is clearly an outsider.

She calmly lifted her skirt, showed her panty-less *boji*, and greeted him.

"Hello. My name is Akiraka Satsuki. Do you have a moment?"

The job of a detective is all about forming relationships of trust with other people.

Because it's a job that deals with people, no matter what.

Detectives with broken social skills who appear in movies and dramas can't easily make a living as detectives unless they have a transcendent brain that only appears in creative works.

That's why the no-panties greeting.

It's an appeal that I'm such a transparent person that I can share even my most secret place with you.

Fortunately, the man in front of me smirked with twitching lips.

It seems I've succeeded in making a good impression.

"Oh my, hello, Satsuki-ssi. My name is Kimoda Hideo. What brings you to my house?"

Kimoda Hideo.

Of course, Satsuki knew Hideo's name well. As a detective, this much preliminary investigation is a given.

But preliminary investigation is just a nice way of saying it; from the other person's point of view, it could be seen as stalking, so I'll refrain from pretending to know him for no reason.

Instead, Satsuki asked Hideo in a gentle tone.

"Yes, well, I heard rumors that Kimoda-ssi's *jaji*-nim is very impressive, so I came to see for myself."

Start with praise first.

It's a worn-out tactic, and some people start by being wary when they hear praise, so you have to be careful when using it, but when it works, it's more effective than you might think.

Fortunately, this seemed to be one of those times.

"Uhihit. Yeah, well, I'm a little above average, but you know. Did it get around that much? Ah, this is embarrassing."

The man had a smile on his face and looked proud.

He seemed to be as simple and shallow as he looked.

It's not good to have preconceived notions, but when you look so obvious...

Satsuki ordered herself to be more level-headed. As a detective, you're disqualified if you're swayed by prejudice.

"Yes. It's no wonder the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rumors are spreading. I heard that about a week ago... you were playing with Kanzaki Hana-ssi's *boji* in a park."

"Ah, is that the setting that's become a rumor? Ah, well, even if it's not a setting, it wouldn't be strange if it became a rumor."

Setting?

It was a word Satsuki couldn't understand, but she clearly wrote it down in one corner of her mind.

There's a high probability that he's a mentally retarded *otaku* who can't even distinguish between reality and fantasy, but there's also a good chance that he's using slang that Satsuki doesn't know.

"Yes, and I heard that you personally designated Nakajima Yuu-ssi at a certain maid cafe and ordered her virginity to be lost."

"Oh? You know about such personal things too?"

Hideo asked Satsuki with a curious face, without showing any particular wariness.

Satsuki offered a pre-prepared excuse.

"Yes, of course. The eyewitness accounts all testify to Kimoda-ssi's impressive *jaji* and wonderful technique."

I didn't lie.

It was unnecessary to say that the testimonies about his ugly appearance accounted for a higher proportion.

"Hmm... that's a good thing, but... why are you asking me that?"

Hideo finally seemed to be a little wary.

Of course, Satsuki had prepared all the possible scenarios to prepare for this.

"Yes, well, the thing is, I'm a super perverted woman who's crazy about thick, handsome *jaji*. If possible, I'd like to see Kimoda-ssi's wonderful *jaji*-nim in person. I know it's a shameless request, but..."

I don't bother to say that I'm a detective. Being a detective inevitably arouses the other person's wariness.

It's better to pretend to be just an ordinary person with a kind of peculiar taste.

As Satsuki expected, Hideo laughed and clapped his hands, neatly erasing the wariness he had shown towards Satsuki.

"Ah, is that so? Well, if you're really a super perverted woman, you can't help but be drawn to my *jaji*. I know that very well because I have a super perverted woman as a childhood friend. Ah, can I touch your *boji* for a second?"

"Sure."

Satsuki nodded readily and handed her *boji* over to Hideo.

It was a flower that had not yet allowed any man to touch it, but if I refused here, it could have the effect of arousing suspicion in the other person.

'Here, I should play the role of a super perverted woman who's crazy about *jaji* as normally as possible.'

Of course, the real Satsuki isn't such a super perverted woman, but that's the setting here.

As Hideo's fingers touched her, Satsuki's *boji* trembled and instantly showed an aroused appearance, gushing *bojitmul*.

Hideo exclaimed in admiration.

"Oh, it's definitely a super perverted *boji*. Just touching it lightly makes you aroused and coquettishly ask for *jaji*~."

"Yes. Thanks to that, I often have a little trouble."

Satsuki put on her best poker face, but inwardly smiled with satisfaction.

It was worth creating a *boji* with extreme sexual frustration by repeatedly stopping just before climaxing all night yesterday.

This way, the other person won't doubt that Satsuki is a super perverted *boji*.

"As you can see, I'm a super perverted woman who gets aroused just by being touched like this. In fact, I was jerking off all day yesterday thinking about a huge *jaji*. So, I was wondering if it would be possible to see Kimoda-ssi's *jaji* in person. I know it's a shameless request, but..."

Satsuki asked, mixing falsehood and truth exquisitely.

Well, it wasn't a lie in general. It was true except that Satsuki herself was a super perverted woman.

It's just that the intention is a little impure.

Hideo didn't notice Satsuki's impure intention (suspicion of Hideo) at all and cheerfully accepted her request.

"Ah, that's not a difficult thing to do. If necessary, I don't mind fucking Satsuki-ssi with my *jaji*."

"...I'll take you up on that."

Satsuki said, conscious of the presence of the recorder she had hidden in her sleeve.

It's no use denying it later.

Hideo put his arm around Satsuki's shoulder and naturally grabbed her breasts.

Satsuki's breasts weren't very big, but they had enough volume to fit comfortably in Hideo's palm.

'...This is dangerous...'

Satsuki was sweating at Hideo's actions.

It was because her nipples hadn't yet become erect.

'If I'm a super perverted woman who deliberately seeks out huge *jaji*, it's only natural that my nipples would be erect when I'm touched... What if he finds out that I'm just pretending to be a super perverted woman?'

Satsuki was seriously worried, but that was just a needless fear.

Hideo didn't seem to suspect that Satsuki's nipples weren't erect, and just played with them by gently scratching them with his fingertips, without finding fault with them.

'I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠glad he's a man with a dull sense.'

Satsuki breathed a sigh of relief and entered Hideo's house.