Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Preliminary Preparations (5)
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Yung listened to my words, pondered deeply for a moment with a serious look on her face, and soon drew up the contract.
When I asked why she was making a contract.
"W-Well, at least you seem to truly understand the essence of these coins, and you're trustworthy..."
I nodded at her words, and with that, our contract was sealed.
"Then, shall we wrap up the boring business talk here?"
"Ah... Y-Yes!"
I slipped the signed contract into the bag I'd prepared in advance and continued with some small talk.
"No, I mean, that part has its own meaning—!"
"I-If you think that way, then this part too...!"
According to Miharu, Yung wanted to overcome her fear of men, so I kept the conversation as friendly as possible toward her.
For the record, the friendly topic was, of course, anime.
It had been a stroke of luck that I'd watched those old anime my senior recommended back when I was a private first class.
A short while later.
"W-Would you like to, um, come into my room?"
"Your room?"
"Y-Yes... I have some figures in there..."
In the midst of our heated otaku discussion, the topic of figures came up, and Yung mentioned she had some in her room if I wanted to see them.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if that was really okay, and glanced at Miharu.
-Nod.
Miharu nodded as if to say it was fine.
"Sure, mind if I take a quick look?"
Honestly, I was curious about the figures she mentioned—the ones with such realistic panty textures.
Anyway, Yung's room, once we entered, was... how should I put it.
Whoa... it's fucking filthy.
It looked exactly like a pigsty.
Even when I lived like a total wreck before possessing this body, it wasn't this bad.
I shot Miharu beside me a look that said, You mean you didn't clean this place even though you're getting paid? She looked back at me innocently, as if to say it wasn't her fault.
"I-I tried to clean, but she wouldn't let me..."
Apparently, this was Yung's sacred sanctuary that even Miharu couldn't enter.
Sadly, Yung seemed ashamed of her own holy ground.
"I-I usually clean it myself!"
Her face flushing bright red as she said that made it clear she didn't clean it regularly either.
As I took in the pigsty of a room for a moment.
I spotted a familiar screen.
Well, more precisely, one I had a love-hate relationship with.
Rescue the Traumatized Corner-Room Shut-in Hikikomori!
A sub-episode, of all things.
No way... a sub-episode pops up here?
Why did I have such a love-hate thing with sub-episodes? Simple reason.
This damn system had blocked the first sex in Takuya's body.
Of course, it wasn't completely useless.
It had definitely helped me score. But now I had hypnosis.
A system that forced special conditions on women I could just hypnotize with a snap and bed.
Do I really need to bother with this?
So, the moment I saw the sub-episode screen, I reached to hit reject.
Coins and ■■ on certain stocks.
But as I went to reject it, this screen flashed up urgently.
Seeing that, I finally cracked a smile.
Yeah, a mission with bullshit sex conditions like that had to have rewards!
The problem was the details weren't fully clear.
I don't know what that ■■ is, but with coins and stocks mentioned, it can't be a loss, right?
At least with coins and stocks in the mix, no way I'd lose out.
After a brief deliberation.
I hit the confirm button on the sub-episode screen.
Honestly, I was curious what clearing it would bring.
That said, how do I 'rescue' her?
Hm... bed her?
No, even I know that's not it.
As those weird thoughts crossed my mind, I suddenly remembered Hanaya.
Oh, right. Didn't a tip window usually pop up? It's not showing this time?
Was it telling me to clear this one on my own?
Ah, eventide.
While I pondered how to clear the sub-episode.
Yung, hiding her flushed face, navigated through the pigsty toward her figures. I paused my thoughts on clearing it and wondered how to proceed in this mess.
That's when the accident happened out of nowhere.
"Kyaa!"
Yung slipped on something while crossing a pile of trash, her body wobbling before she fell.
There was some hard-looking junk right behind her.
Luckily, she grabbed a clothes hanger in time and stopped herself from face-planting into it.
But the real issue was elsewhere.
As she fell, her clothes caught on the hanger and rode up completely, exposing her upper body.
Because of her bra showing?
If it had just been a bra, it wouldn't have been a big deal. It was an accident, just underwear showing.
You think that's bad enough? No. Compared to what I was seeing right now, that was nothing.
I thought she was a timid little flat-chest at first... turns out she's bold...
And that was because...
"H-Huh?"
Instead of a bra on her exposed upper body, there were nipple tapes...
Nipple tapes... I thought those were just from hentai...
Including my pre-possession life, I'd never seen such shocking fashion in real life. I just stood there, mouth agape.
Thankfully—or not—it was only for a split second.
Miharu, seeing it, quickly covered my eyes and said,
"T-Takuya! I'll handle this, so get out quick!"
I snapped out of it and hurried out of the room.
Creeeak.
Click.
The door shut, and a moment later.
From inside came Yung's crying and Miharu's soothing voice.
Hearing that, I couldn't help but sigh.
"Hoo..."
Well, more accurately, because of the screen in front of me.
I thought it was a lucky day for once.
TIP 1. Listening to her story brings you closer to salvation.
Looks like I just got lucky today.
About an hour later, Miharu finally emerged.
She carefully closed Yung's door and came out to the living room.
I handed her some cold water as she exited and immediately asked about Yung's condition.
"She didn't get traumatized because of me, right?"
Honestly, it probably wasn't my fault... but for someone like Yung who feared men, it could've been traumatic, so I asked.
At my words, Miharu looked surprised for a moment, then smiled softly and said,
"Yung's fine. In fact, she wants to apologize to you and asked you to come in."
"Apologize?"
No, it was just an accident. Why apologize?
And if anything, I'd gotten a good view(?).
As I made a confused face, Miharu just repeated that Yung wanted me in the room, saying nothing more.
Following her words, I entered the room where Yung was under the covers on the bed, only sniffling sounds coming out.
Man, this is awkward as hell.
In the room filled with just those sounds, I stood there awkwardly, radiating pure cringe.
After seeing something that shocking, how could it not be?
After stewing in the awkwardness for a while, I decided to own it.
Yeah. I didn't do anything wrong (probably)! No reason to feel guilty! Why shrink away!
Be confident. If I'm awkward, she'll be even more so.
And in situations like this, if you're awkward, the other person gets worse, so confidence was key.
With that in mind, I walked to the bed where Yung was buried under the blanket.
-Plop.
And sat right down on the edge of the bed.
This was to show her I wasn't fazed at all by what happened.
Thankfully, it seemed to work—her sniffling eased a bit.
A moment later, Yung apologized to me.
"Sniff... S-Sorry... for showing you something so unsightly..."
"No, it's fine. It wasn't your fault. Just an accident."
At my reassurance, she shook her head under the covers.
"E-Ever since before, I'm always like this... always getting hated for it..."
"Who'd hate you over an accident like this?"
This was just a simple mishap. No one's fault.
But reacting like this to something so minor felt off.
And my question was answered by her next words.
"T-The truth is... I have a lucky pervert constitution..."
Lucky pervert?
The anime cliché where the male lead accidentally gropes a heroine's chest or sees her panties?
I asked about the sudden term.
"Wait, what about it?"
"W-Well..."
At my question, Yung began recounting her past.