Hentai Homeless
"Boss! Why'd you call me? Oh! Hello, Mr. President."
"..."
The two of them shot me cold, dead stares, their enthusiasm killed by the principal's ability while my tension was still sky-high. Whatever. I kept up the snarky jabs and opened my mouth anyway. Honestly, there wasn't anyone left who could challenge my abilities head-on, right? If they got pissed and whipped out some "love's discipline" on their underlings, great—we could spar. If they ignored my bullshit and let me keep mouthing off, even better—I could maintain this carefree vibe. Win-win.
"No, seriously, why'd you call me?"
"Instructor Kang, looks like you need to head to Japan this time."
"Japan...?"
I blinked wide-eyed in confusion, turning to the middle-aged man I'd seen plenty on TV. The Association President picked up where the principal left off.
"That ahdae you got as a reward? Turns out it's the key to opening another gate. Brother Gwang-ho had it sealed away in a separate space, but handing it to you broke the seal. A gate's gonna pop up soon."
"Uh... so what you're saying, Mr. President, is that the ahdae I got as a reward was a defective product... right?"
"..."
"Heh heh... What a rip-off... No, Boss. Is this the best you can do?"
Whoosh. Thud.
The principal chucked something at me like he was taunting right back. I caught it on instinct and checked it out—a sleek, pure white half-mask. The smooth, glossy texture in my hand and the not-so-ordinary material screamed quality. My bubbling frustration over this sudden Japan trip evaporated, replaced by pure enlightenment.
"...What's this now?"
"A mask with disguise abilities. With recent events and the occasional side mission like this, you'll need it."
With that, the mask vanished from my hand into my Inventory in a flash. Artifacts perfect for crime like disguise abilities didn't hit the market often, so yeah—instinctive reaction.
"When do I leave?"
"..."
"What a punk..."
The Association President muttered under his breath, eyes flickering at the mask's disappearance, but I ignored him and fixed the principal with an eager, earnest glare.
"The sooner the better. Head out now. Your ticket's booked—swing by the secretary's office on your way."
"Got it."
I fired back quick, yanked the door open in case they tried to snatch my new toy, and bolted from the principal's office. Patting my own shoulder like I was congratulating myself on bunking at the Academy lately. A disguise mask? How convenient for future ops. Dozens of uses popped into my head already.
Maybe test it out a bit in Japan...?
Sudden surge of patriotism. Japanese girls suddenly looked like evil villains.
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"Have a pleasant flight."
"Oh..."
Boarding the plane to Japan, I took the drink from the stewardess—and in that split second, she slipped a tiny scrap of paper into my hand. Planning to don the principal's mask only after landing, my global fame and flawless looks drew handshake after handshake.
Sucks, but no wilding out till the mask's on... Damn.
They were pretty with killer bodies thanks to my precise cuts, but only worth a quick taste if it didn't ding my image... At this point? Meh.
Got Portable Milf No. 1 anyway... Cock's gotten too picky?
I nodded to myself again, marveling at my portable love doll's efficiency and performance.
Ding!
Just before takeoff, amid minor drama and texts notifying contacts of my absence, a photo arrived: Park Jisu and the little ones happily chowing down from earlier chat.
The vibe screamed "you're the odd one out," so I scowled, snapped a pic of the stewardess's number I'd pocketed, and fired it off to Park Jisu.
Her messages exploded seconds later, no time to even wonder what it was. Brushing it off as nothing while growling threats like "call her and see what happens"—her jealousy was hilarious, pulling a grin from me. But her constant low-key policing of other women gave me a headache.
Gotta keep Portable Milf No. 1 secret for a while...
I soothed her one last time pre-takeoff, reclined, and closed my eyes.
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"Instructor Kang!!! Instructor...? Huh...?"
"Where'd he go...?"
Off the plane, through immigration, I sensed the weird heat in the stares and slapped on the disguise mask before anyone noticed, heading for the terminal exit. International buzz must've spread—placards with my name, rabid fangirls. My jaw dropped.
Sh, shit. Me, a K-pop idol...?
Instinct screamed to play along, but I fought the urge to touch the mask and slipped away. Tension eased, mind sharpened. Felt off, but mana circulating normally, brain buzzing with usual dumb thoughts—no issues. I moved on.
Slicing through crowds without resistance, vibrant yet alien—pure Japan, different from Korea but familiar—greeted me.
Kyoto, right?
Osaka Airport now. Principal said the prior S-rank gate hit Kyoto. Checked the burner phone from the secretary: visit Inari Shrine.
Walk it is?
Mask on, tourist cover—perfect for flight technique. Circled mana, launched into the air.
"Huh...? What was that...?"
"What?"
Byproduct of my wind-like dash had near-miss civilians tilting heads, but I nodded at the warm feel of colorful bras in my hand and accelerated.
Pickpocketing's prime Gold Finger training. Heh heh.
Ghostly hands grazed passing women's chests. They marched on, oblivious to snake-like thefts coiling their torsos. Sinful thrill, like time-stop solo rampage.
Not many big ones after all.
Despite the spree, species limits clear? Hands full of A-cups killed the fun. Shook my head, chucked the haul onto some random mansion balcony—solo guy inside, from a peek. Felt like a true Santa. Smug grin.
Brothers gotta help brothers...
Sniffled tribute to the unknown dude. Dusk hit—too busy fooling around to notice.
"But... where to crash...?"
Mask good, but my Japan arrival public knowledge—no booking possible. Awkward head-scratch.
"Hm... Break into any house?"
Crime vibe natural, demonic cult fantasies surged. But this was real world, not my game. Principal who gave the mask would sniff me out regardless. Sigh, pushed on.
Wash and change? Inventory and other worlds. Camping? Fine.
Ugh... Fame's worthless if I'm street-sleeping, fuck.
Sighs trailing, hopped rooftops of spacious buildings for decent homeless spot.
Thus, unbefitting prospective S-rank: moonlight rooftop camp with portable milf.
Next morning, Osaka citizens praised cops for nabbing the 60-victim underwear thief. Learned via TV news at a diner en route to Kyoto, post-wakeup flight.
Sheesh... AV capital lives up to it... Steal panties if you're gonna steal, dumbass... Tsk.
Young 20s Japanese dude bawling "not me," snot and tears meaningless amid cheers. Tongue clicked on reflex.