Chapter 137
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Takuran (1)
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A few days later.
After I visited that strange workshop, my daily routine underwent a major change.
Well, it wasn't anything particularly special. It was just that instead of spending most of my day in the hospital room, I now sat on the waiting chairs near the reception desk outside.
Why was I sitting in the waiting area? The reason was incredibly simple.
The wearer can see through the clothes of anyone they look at.
Detailed settings allow viewing either nudity or underwear only.
[Detailed settings available]
[Age filter for X-ray]
[Size filter for X-ray]
[Underwear type filter for X-ray]
Because I could spy on people.
'Whoa... look at those tits? Should I touch 'em?'
Squish~♥
Stops time. Maximum duration is 24 hours, after which it automatically releases.
All actions performed during stopped time take effect after time resumes.
[Caution: Avoid strong impacts during time stop]
Because I could grope them freely.
It was all thanks to these two items I'd been given.
Thanks to them, my life was more fulfilling and enjoyable than ever.
As expected from a hospital, lots of people came and went, letting me see all sorts of folks.
The only downside was the number of elderly visitors, but ogling or fondling the occasional young beauties made it all worthwhile.
And it wasn't just about feeling the texture.
"What did you just say?! Are you saying I'm in the wrong?!"
There was this auntie with a pretty face who was being a total bitch.
'Time—stop!'
—Click.
I stopped time, snuck up to her,
Swish~
'Hmm, passionate color on those panties.'
Checked out her underwear color real quick,
'Big mouth, but I wonder what her moans sound like?'
—Slurrrp. Suck, slurp~
Gave her a nice tease-down, then slipped back to my spot.
'Time, resume!'
—Click.
Once time started again,
"Wha-wha-what~♥♥?!?!"
"P-Patient?!"
She'd let out a moan, clutching her crotch or chest, legs squeezed together.
Her face flushed beet red, of course.
'Heh, fun.'
Watching it all got me rock hard in the most vulgar way.
'Hypnosis is fun for the experiments, but time stop is all about the visuals.'
I was passing the time sending pests packing (in more ways than one) like that when,
While scouting my next big-titted milf target, my flip phone started ringing.
Takuya glanced around at the stares, then slipped to a quiet corner of the hospital.
Answering in the empty spot, the first voice I heard was,
[Kuhaha! Loved the video!]
The hearty yet somehow weary voice of old man Yuzuke.
I replied casually,
"Glad you liked it. So, did I pass the test?"
[You passed with flying colors!]
His excited tone puzzled me.
Just one fuck, and he's this hyped?
As Takuya wondered, Yuzuke spoke up.
[Thanks to you, I had a blast last night after ages!]
I answered flatly,
"Good for you."
I wasn't open-minded enough to respect a guy jerking off to his subordinate's sex tape.
Anyway, after hearing the old man's good mood, I asked,
"So, when's this Takuran thing happening?"
Yuzuke replied like he'd just remembered,
[Ah, I'll send a car tomorrow. Ride it to the mansion. I'll explain then.]
Wait, he forgot about it?
What a legend.
"Got it."
Takuya acknowledged vaguely and hung up.
[See you then! Come on, pretties! Let's have some fun tonight too?!]
[Eek, old timer~♥ Don't grab like that~♥]
[Kuhahaha!!]
I pretended not to hear the woman's voice before the call ended.
Safely off the line, I muttered,
"That geezer who couldn't even get it up is full of vigor now."
Takuya grumbled and resumed sexually harassing folks from the waiting chairs.
The next day, after casually hypnotizing the usual doctors and nurses for his checkup, Takuya left the hospital and boarded the chauffeur's car that had taken him to the villa before, heading to Yuzuke's mansion.
Enjoying the scenery from the car for a bit,
The urban views gradually shifted to mountains, eventually arriving at a mansion with antique walls.
Takuya took one look and instinctively knew.
'This is Yuzuke's place... no, the Tohomu family's mansion.'
This massive estate belonged to the Tohomu family.
Feels just like those chaebol houses I visited before possessing this body, he thought as he entered.
Inside,
"Are you Mori Takuya?"
"Yes, that's me."
A tuxedo-clad old butler greeted him in what looked like a traditional Japanese house.
"I'm Tomura, head butler of this mansion. I'll guide you, so please follow. To where the family head awaits."
"Ah, sure."
Not just the butler—maids and servants dotted around wore maid outfits or butler suits.
The maids' outfits were even Japanese-style modifications of real maid clothes.
'Looks good, but...'
Why Western-style uniforms in a traditional Japanese house?
Taste or quirky tradition? Takuya eyed them curiously until the old butler stopped at a door, so he did too.
The butler knelt before the door.
Takuya wondered if he should kneel too but stood firm.
"Family head, may we enter?"
As Takuya stood, the butler asked at the door. A reply came from beyond.
[Enter.]
The butler nodded, carefully opened the door, and gestured for Takuya to go in.
Striding in confidently, Takuya saw two people inside.
One was old man Yuzuke, the other...
'Tohomu Nozomi, was it?'
Tohomu Nozomi, wife of the Tohomu family's eldest son.
A bit different from the photo, but that stern vibe was unmistakable.
'Looks exactly like the intel: a stickler for rules.'
Her prim demeanor stood out.
As Takuya eyed Nozomi,
Nozomi greeted him.
"I'm Tohomu Nozomi. As an unworthy woman, I am the eldest daughter-in-law of the Tohomu family."
Takuya bowed politely.
"Mori Takuya. Here at Mr. Yuzuke's request."
After exchanging formal pleasantries,
Yuzuke eyed him toward the opposite cushion.
Takuya sat neatly. As he did, the old butler excused himself to fetch tea and left.
With the butler gone, a horrific silence blanketed the room.
How horrific? Even Takuya sitting there felt burdened.
'What the hell did they talk about before I got here?'
He wanted to call it out—what kind of host leaves a guest hanging?—but held back for now.
Sensing the awkwardness, Yuzuke spoke first.
"Ahem. To reiterate: this is my eldest daughter-in-law, Nozomi. And this young man, Takuya, has agreed to provide seed at my request."
Nozomi nodded without blinking.
"So Takuya will be sharing my bed tonight."
"That's the plan."
"Understood."
Her tone was calm, but laced with bitterness.
Understandable.
What woman would take "sleep with this stranger" in stride?
Of course she'd resent it. Takuya got that, enduring her glare.
Though understanding didn't mean he liked her expression.
'Time to mess with her a bit?'
Takuya pressed the watch in his hand.
—Click.
Time stopped.
In the frozen time, Takuya approached Nozomi and began his mischief.
He slipped his hand inside her clothes, groping her breasts.
'Oh, heavy.'
Feeling the unexpected weight, Takuya marveled.
This kimono must be sealing their power.
Savoring the surprise heft, he considered below but stopped—too messy without disheveling her clothes.
—Slurrrp, suck, slurp!
Instead, he relentlessly teased her chest. After about an hour,
Takuya returned to his seat, released time stop, and watched Nozomi's face.
"Ngh♥"
Her face flushed from the hour-long fondling; she covered her teased breasts with her arms, head bowed.
Yuzuke asked, flustered,
"Nozomi, is something wrong?"
"N-No, nothing...♥"
She tried acting tough but trembled. Takuya smirked inwardly like a villain.
Thus, Nozomi unwittingly fell into someone's scheme (not that kind).