Chapter 120
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: Ero Adult (2)
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When I first heard the word "impregnation," two questions immediately sprang to mind.
The first was why he was telling me about it. The second was who exactly I was supposed to knock up.
Perfectly reasonable questions.
But I didn't bother asking the old man.
I figured the reason would be clear from the documents.
So I quietly read through the papers labeled "Impregnation Mission" that he'd handed me.
The contents weren't anything special.
Just impregnate three women.
To be precise, they were all women sharing the same family name—people from the Tohomu clan, apparently.
'Late thirties, early thirties, and early-to-mid twenties.'
All in excellent health, with doctors' notes confirming pregnancy posed no issues.
'Why include medical opinions like this?'
To assure me there'd be no worries about advanced maternal age?
That was my guess as I examined their detailed profiles.
Tons of lengthy personal histories, but summing them up:
The first woman, late thirties: Tohomu Nozomi, wife of the Tohomu clan's eldest son. Married for nearly fifteen years, no children. Suspected sexless marriage. Quiet demeanor, strict and principled mindset.
The second, early thirties: Tohomu Aiko, wife of the second son. Married nearly ten years, one daughter. Sex occasionally, but not proactively. Timid personality, bad at saying no.
The last, early-to-mid twenties: Tohomu Yui, the clan's third daughter. Graduated from elite women's middle and high schools, now attending a women's university. Total slacker party girl. Surprisingly no boyfriend? Total airhead.
'Privacy? What privacy—this is dog food.'
I couldn't help thinking that as I scanned the ridiculously detailed personal info.
'But why hand over files this thorough?'
If it was just a straight-up impregnation gig, I could've just shown up, shaken my hips a bit, and creampied my way through.
No need for all these personal details.
So why give them to me?
The answer turned out to be surprisingly simple.
'That means the old man's after something else entirely.'
But what?
'Some specific demand?'
I reread the files slowly and spotted one glaring oddity.
All three shared the surname Tohomu.
The moment I clocked that, possibilities flashed through my mind.
'All Tohomu women. Two options here.'
Either the old man held a grudge against the Tohomu clan... or he was one of them.
If the former, I'd have to bail—no messier drama than getting tangled in someone else's vendetta. If the latter...
'Might as well hear the terms.'
Truth be told, I was already knee-deep in impregnation territory myself.
Well, technically adultery for now, but it could evolve into full-on breeding any second.
Luckily, I hadn't planned anything yet, so my dick was still footloose and fancy-free—no kids on the horizon.
I was managing that carefully, but honestly, I could knock any of them up whenever I wanted.
I just wasn't doing it to avoid turning into those deadbeat parents I'd seen before my possession.
I'd only start families once I had real financial stability—enough to support any kids if shit hit the fan.
It wasn't urgent anyway. Miyuki, Young, Ayaka, Yuki-onna, Haruka, and the rest—most of the women I'd been with were in their twenties.
Sure, there were a few in their thirties or forties, but overall, young stock.
Plenty of fertile window left.
I'd been plotting slowly... but then this offer dropped.
'Should I take it?'
Was this proposal even worth considering?
I was a total skirt-chaser at heart, but honestly, this felt off.
Kidnapping and threats? I'd dealt with that crap before—not a huge deal.
More than anything, the old man didn't radiate malice. If anything, his eyes were full of eager anticipation.
It was burdensome, really.
After agonizing over it, I finally set the papers down, let out a sigh, and spoke.
"So, what do I get out of accepting this deal?"
Deep down, I wanted to say no, but hearing the terms first didn't seem like a bad idea.
Who knows? Maybe it'd be bigger than I expected.
Not that I had high hopes.
This geezer had kidnapped me, sure, and his eyes brimmed with excitement, but I didn't seriously think he'd hand over anything major.
Nah. Expecting big favors from a stranger I'd just met? That'd make me the asshole.
I waited for his response. A beat later...
"Hm. One big bill per successful impregnation."
"Pardon?"
I blinked in confusion.
A "big bill"?
Did he mean the kind of fat stacks corporate fat cats slipped politicians?
I was about to ask him to repeat when...
He said it again, deadpan. "Didn't catch that? One big bill."
"Uh, just to be sure... 'big bill' means...?"
"100 million yen each."
Whoa. It really was that unit.
The sum blew past my wildest guesses, and I started seriously weighing it.
Ten billion won per pregnancy.
'Jackpot or what?'
Total jackpot. Hell, it bordered on "too good to be true."
So yeah, doable, right?
That thought dominated my head, but I couldn't bite just yet.
A payout that insane only made it more suspicious.
"Why offer me something like this?"
That's what I asked.
Why me, of all people?
The old man grinned ear-to-ear like a cheeky kid.
"Because it's thrilling!"
His answer was so far beyond the pale I lost all words.
For real.
Truth was, the old man—no, Tohomu Yuzuke—had a whole backstory for making this offer.
The Tohomu clan had always struggled with fertility.
Sperm quality, specifically.
Generation after generation, kids were a rarity.
Modern genetics pinpointed the genetic defects, but the Tohomus had it bad.
Yuzuke thought that watching his eldest and second sons—married for decades, still childless.
Hell, he'd struggled too.
Five marriages said it all.
From all that hassle: two sons, one daughter.
Enough to carry on the line.
At least his generation wouldn't die out.
But the next one? Problem city.
Eldest son: too busy with affairs for kids. Second: finally popped out a girl.
Eldest daughter: partying with friends, zero dating prospects.
A full-blown clusterfuck.
Yuzuke needed a fix.
He'd planned to just harangue his eldest to hurry up and breed, but then it hit him:
Did his sons have to be the ones popping out heirs?
Did he really need to pass on these shitty genes?
Thoughts that'd horrify his kids. But he pondered anyway.
Bloodlines dilute after a few generations anyway.
No need to cling.
Blood purists might rage, but legally "pure" lines faded fast anyway—just hollow titles left.
Shocking to outsiders, sure. But Yuzuke—open-minded to a fault—meant it sincerely.
So why obsess over blood? Time for "constitution reform" now.
He believed it wholeheartedly.
To anyone else: batshit insane.
Head-spinning already? This was just the surface.
'And as a bonus, score some vids in my taste after all these years.'
Shockingly, everything above? Surface excuses.
He was doing it purely for the sexual rush.
Bullshit? Nope.
There was a reason he was called an "Ero Adult."
Even before the moniker, he was a total pervert nutjob.
Dating club girls and letting them cheat? Check. Dark web NTR porn binges? Check.
Streaking homes and outdoors nude? Nude-panty peer parties? The works.
Madman status: confirmed.
Weird he'd helm the clan, but sadly, he had the chops to revive their declining house.
Not just that—he never forced anyone into his games.
Tastes ran NTR, exhibitionism, training, BDSM. Not rape (on his end).
This impregnation gig? 80% personal kink, 20% clan worries.
His kids had even consented. Surprisingly.
(No rape fetish cuz his dad begged him to skip scandal-level shit.)
So why pick Takuya for the job?
Simple.
'Virile stud. Quick on the uptake. Touch of rebellion. Sharp mind.'
Dragging me here and flashing the files? All a test.
Couldn't just grab any rando to sire clan heirs.
Had to screen out total idiots or street trash.
Needed someone perceptive, not too prickly.
Me? Halfway there?
Perceptive, decent personality—but plenty like that out there.
So why me specifically?
He'd always wanted a big-dick shota getting NTR'd on video.
Yup. Zero normal reasons from the jump.
He was an Ero Adult driven solely by raw desire.