Chapter 134
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 134
Chapter Title: Yakuza
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A few days had passed since the day I filled Miyuki to the brim with creampie impregnation.
Nothing much had happened in the meantime.
It was still too early to confirm her pregnancy, and there'd been no word from the old man or Lunako.
'Well, it's only been about half a week.'
So Takuya spent his time leisurely at the hospital, receiving devoted care from the cute nurses and Ayaka's mom.
If he'd just stayed put, this kind of life probably would've gone on for a while.
But sadly, Takuya still had some unfinished business.
'Time to deal with that kidnapper and his family.'
It was punishment for the guy who'd kidnapped Momiji and the family that had turned a blind eye to it.
The kidnapper was already locked up for now, and as for the family...
Time to go pick them up.
They'd get their own kind of fun out of it, after all.
Of course, regrettably, there was something he had to do before meeting them.
'I'd love to punish them right away.'
Unfortunately, he still didn't have the power to just dunk people into the river.
No, he did have it, but letting them go like that would be no fun at all.
Naturally, he planned to show them hell.
With those thoughts in mind, he slipped into the black suit and coat Ayaka's mom had for some reason and left the hospital.
On the way out, there were plenty of nurses around, so he had no choice but to use hypnosis, but they'd understand.
Anyway, once outside, he hailed a taxi and headed to the place Miyuki had told him to look into just in case.
The place he arrived at was some rundown building.
"Is this it?"
He wasn't here at this shabby place for no reason.
"Aahn? And what the hell are you, kid?"
He'd come to meet the yakuza.
Someone might wonder why the sudden yakuza, but considering what he had planned next, their cooperation was absolutely essential.
Takuya thought that to himself as he looked at the yakuza staring him down—probably a newbie, since he still reeked of street thug.
"The branch chief's in this building, right?"
"Who the fuck are you to come spouting bullshit?!"
But at Takuya's polite question, the newbie yakuza sensed something off and tried to kick him.
He'd clearly scrapped with punks before.
-Thwack!
But against hypnosis, he was nothing more than a day-old pup.
"Guh! M-my body?!"
I put the newbie yakuza under hypnosis, freezing his body in place, and the effect was immediate.
Something suddenly gripped the newbie yakuza's body tight, and thanks to his kick, he ended up frozen mid-air.
Startled by his suddenly immobile body, the newbie tried desperately to force some strength into it.
"Guh!"
-Thud.
But he just ended up pathetically sprawling on the ground, so it clearly didn't work.
As I looked down at the fallen yakuza, I was about to hypnotize him again and ask where the branch chief was.
"Hey! What the hell's going on?!"
Before the others came rushing at the sound of the newbie collapsing.
Takuya looked at the descending yakuza and grinned.
Looks like he had someone to ask now.
The Yamaguchi-gumi office in a quiet neighborhood of Miyagi Prefecture.
Kohei Yamamoto, the boss there and branch chief for the prefecture, leaned back on the sofa, sucking on his cigarette as he thought.
'How the hell did I end up rotting away in this shithole?'
He'd once been a fairly high-ranking executive in the organization.
The reason a guy like that was now stuck in a place where the group had no real power or attention wasn't anything major.
All his backers had either died or been cut off from the organization, so he'd lost the power struggle and gotten demoted here.
'Damn it, if only that Goto-gumi incident hadn't happened...'
To be precise, it was because of the Goto-gumi incident.
It was a long, messy story, but you could just think of it as a Yamaguchi-gumi affiliate rebelling and getting fucked.
If you wanted it even simpler, just remember that Yamamoto himself got fucked.
Anyway, because of that, Yamamoto—who'd once been going places—lost the power struggle and now killed time at this powerless little office in Tohoku.
As Yamaguchi stewed in his misery, time seemed to crawl by.
'Today's gonna drag on forever~'
Ever since getting pushed out of the power circles, he'd lost all motivation for organization work, so quitting time was all he cared about.
As he killed time idly like always, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
Probably one of his demoted underlings.
'Bored as hell. Call some other guys and play mahjong?'
As Yamamoto thought that, the door slammed open and his subordinate shouted.
"B-boss!"
"Hey, you idiot, you trying to break the damn door? Why're you—"
"Our guys got completely wiped out!"
"What?!"
Yamamoto was so shocked he couldn't even stand, his face frozen in confusion as he asked.
"What the fuck do you mean our guys got wiped out..."
But right as he said that—
—Bam!
Something flew at the subordinate reporting to him and smashed into him.
And that something was...
"Hiro! Daguchi! What the hell are you doing all of a sudden?! Have you lost your minds?!"
...his fellow Yamaguchi-gumi members.
For a split second, Yamamoto thought his men had betrayed him, but that idea didn't last.
—Step. Step.
More footsteps echoed from the stairs.
Snapping to attention at the sound, Yamamoto hurriedly reached into his pocket to send a message.
[Stop!]
A sudden voice rang out, and his fingers froze, unable to send the message.
'M-my body won't move...'
No, it wasn't just his fingers—his whole body felt rigidly locked, like it was frozen solid.
No matter how hard he tried to force it, his body refused to obey, as if it wasn't his own.
As he stood there helpless, someone slowly entered the office.
And at the sight of the newcomer, Yamamoto scowled in shock.
'A kid?'
Anyone could see it was a child who'd walked in.
To be exact, it was a pretty boy type who looked like he'd break plenty of hearts when he grew up.
'Definitely a boy, right?'
No, that wasn't the point.
As the kid sat down across from him, his organization members slowly filed in behind him.
Naturally, Yamamoto assumed they were surrounding the kid.
'Bodyguards?'
But after entering, they formed up in a way that looked exactly like they were protecting him.
No, anyone would see it as bodyguards.
'No way all my men betrayed me...?'
Staring at the scene, Yamamoto wondered if his subordinates had seriously turned on him and if he'd really lost that much trust, but then...
The boy sitting across from him crossed his legs and spoke to Yamamoto.
"For now, since I want to talk, let me help you take a seat."
The boy snapped his fingers as he said it.
[Sit across from me.]
At those words, Yamamoto's previously unresponsive body moved on its own, seating him politely right in front of the boy, just as ordered.
In this insane situation, Yamamoto seriously wondered if someone was pranking him.
"Well then, Yamamoto-san, I don't have many requests."
But before he could dwell on it, the boy across from him spoke up.
"First, I'd like you to clean up some guy's identity as an American and get him thrown in prison."
Make a U.S. identity out of nowhere and then put him in jail?
Despite his doubts, Yamamoto couldn't say a word.
His mouth was sealed shut.
"Next, I'd like you to sell off some guy's organs for me."
Organs out of the blue?
"If you don't handle that sort of thing, just let me know."
No, we do, but...
"And finally, just get me some drugs and a few guns."
With that, the boy leaned back on the sofa again.
-Snap.
He snapped his fingers.
Then Yamamoto felt the force sealing his mouth vanish, and he tried to say something to the boy.
But...
'Guh! What the hell's this killing intent...'
With his seasoned criminal instincts, Yamamoto was struck speechless by the intense malice radiating from the boy.
Instead...
"Making a U.S. identity and shipping him off to prison there isn't too hard, but it'll cost a bit. For the organs, we've got a guy who specializes in that, so I'll hand it to him. Guns and drugs? I've got smugglers I know; I'll ask them."
He decided to grant the monster's requests.
No matter how he sliced it, his men were acting because of this monster.
It was a gamble that complying might free him from this bind.
If nothing else, he had to get past this crisis.
Thinking that, Yamamoto answered the monster, and the satisfied monster replied with a pleased look.
"The cost for the U.S. identity, prison send-off, guns, and drugs can come out of the organ sales."
The boy pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote a number on it, and said,
"Contact this number when it's ready. The organ donor will be here today, so handle it well."
Yamamoto nodded.
The boy smiled in satisfaction at the response, stood up, and said,
"Good deal. Oh, and by the way, I'd appreciate it if today's business stayed between us."
The boy snapped his fingers again.
[Anyone who reveals this secret will have their heart stop.]
With those words, Yamamoto felt something clamp over his heart, and the boy's voice echoed again.
"Eh, that should do it."
The boy muttered as he walked out of the office.
"Talk to you later."
Leaving those words behind.
And at that moment, all the organization members inside collapsed in a heap.
Left alone in the unbelievable scene, Yamamoto muttered,
"Gotta quit drinking."
Looked like he'd gotten some bad booze.