Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Papa (2)
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I have no idea what's going on, but one thing's for sure: whoever Harumi's waiting for right now is a total scumbag with 100% shady intentions.
Who the hell throws around a million won for a single meal?
Crack, snap.
My fist clenched tight, knuckles popping like gunfire.
If some sleazy bastard shows up just like I expect... this time, no holding back. No mercy.
That's when Harumi suddenly shrieked.
-"What!? The bus is late, and you're only two stops away now? Y-you...!"
Bus.
So the guy's coming by bus.
The one headed this way is straight ahead, about 300 meters up the road.
I slipped around the corner without her spotting me, heading straight for the bus stop.
Eyes burning with focus, veins bulging, I caught sight of exactly one guy stepping off at the stop and starting to walk.
A yellowed shirt collar at the neck. Gut sticking out. Balding pate.
The textbook image of a papa-katsu creep. My gut screamed it.
Just like that first glimpse of Kyosuke.
Not much time before he meets Harumi. Gotta decide fast.
But suspicion alone isn't enough to turn someone into a cripple.
Pretending to be just another guy heading the opposite way, I quickened my pace and slipped behind him.
The dude's grinning ear to ear, so damn pleased with himself he doesn't notice the mystery man tailing him close.
I sidled up behind his split-wide smirk and peeked at his smartphone screen.
[Lumi]
You're really giving me 100,000 yen, right?
[Papa-katsu Ojisan]
Ehe~ Hey, miss, looks can be deceiving—I'm a delivery health VIP.
[Lumi]
Delivery health...? Whatever, just hurry up. How much of my time are you gonna waste?
Lumi...
Harumi's SNS handle, plain as day.
The talk of 100,000 yen seals it.
This fat slob's bragging about being a "delivery health" VIP—short for delivery help, an app that sounds like it sends handymen but is really outcall prostitution.
Poor secretive Harumi wouldn't know.
"Kihihihihi... Adding you to my collection too, Lumi-chan..."
He hit back on the DM with that nasty cackle, and his feed popped up—photos that'd make your stomach turn.
ID shots next to passed-out schoolgirls soaked in sweat and tears.
Used condoms draped over faces like trash, captioned "Thanks for the meal (*˙3˙*)//."
"You fucking piece of shit..."
The realization hit—this trash was targeting Harumi—and my vision flashed red.
Thwack!
I timed it as he passed an alley, grabbed his shirt collar with brute force, and yanked him in.
"Guh, kekehak! Wh-what the—gack gack!"
His bloated gut dragged helpless against my overwhelming strength, coughing like a leashed dog. Pathetic.
Alley checked out—empty, no CCTV.
"Wh-who the hel—"
No intention of letting him hear my voice.
Crunch!
Before he could turn, I stomped his knee without hesitation, shattering it.
"...Uh, uhh...? Huh?"
One more.
Snap-crack!!
Both legs useless in seconds. His thick middle-aged thighs? Toothpicks against my kicking power.
"Ah, aaah—guh, gaaaah—"
Splat!
Before he could really scream, I cracked the back of his skull, knocking him out cold.
Snatched his phone, photographed every vile post on my own for evidence, then deleted his account.
Pulled out his wallet—business card inside.
"Section Chief, huh? Oh? Married too?"
Family photo and all.
Human garbage that'd make you puke.
Then a brilliant idea struck.
Click—
Foaming at the mouth, out cold—snapped his mug next to his ID, card, and family pic. Two shots: one on my phone, one on his.
[Set as wallpaper? Y / N]
Set the ugly bastard as his background, stuck a memo on the home screen.
Scum like this fears yakuza more than cops. Japan's sex trade's tangled deep with real syndicates...
With his karma, he'll panic thinking he crossed a real yakuza daughter.
Academy Director said the Nishikiyo crew's long disbanded, so no backlash from name-dropping.
Even if he reports and tanks his rep, cops'll just hassle ex-yakuza innocents.
Pretty flawless improv, if I do say so.
"Shouldn't swing that dick around recklessly, huh, sir? Straighten up after your leg surgery."
Kangaroo legs now—rehab years away. Not my problem.
Who touches my girl?
Anyway, cleaned up nice.
Sudden cripple, maybe paralyzed from the head smack—who cares?
You deserved it.
Heroines only.
Heroines only.
That's why I came to this world: to protect them.
That's enough.
My guilt? Nothing next to their safety.
Time to bounce.
Before anyone hits the alley.
And I don't want witnesses on my exit.
Super senses or not, can't see around blind corners.
So...
Glancing around, spotted a rusty red-black pipe melted into the building wall.
Thick pipe, solid grip—tested it, sturdy.
Japan's got perks like this.
Quake country's strict on building codes—no shoddy work.
In a Chinese setting? Wouldn't even try. Dead on arrival.
Screech—
Monkey-climbed the pipe; it groaned under my weight but held.
Move careful, it'll work. Scaled the wall hand-over-hand.
Halfway between second and third floor—dizzying, but pushed on.
Ren's words echoed.
[Yu-san, you're an exchange student, right...?]
Like she said, foreigner crippling a local? No mercy, straight deportation.
Even with the Director's pull. Things heating up with Ren—future promises on deck. Can't get booted now. Haven't even fucked yet.
Creak-screech—
Some worrisome noises midway, but it held like expected.
"Nngh...!"
Superhuman spring sent me rooftop-fast.
No cams, as predicted.
Rare outside malls or corp towers. Rooftops are blind spots—crime's tough without CCTV, and humans don't roam up here.
Parkour-jumped a few buildings like in the movies.
Landed at one with the roof door to central stairs wide open.
Screech—
Stepped out—right on cue, Harumi in sight.
No-show's got her pissed, scowling at her phone.
"Ah! What!? Account's gone...!?"
Papa-katsu Ojisan handled by yours truly—sleep easy.
"Tch, lied after all. Rotten jerk... Wasted my time."
Pockets phone, fuming, about to bail.
Hold up.
Dealt with the creep, sure—but send her off like this?
Root issue: why'd a rich girl bite on a 100k offer?
Gotta dig that out.
And... can't let my heroine get stood up. I'll step in.
"Hey~"
"..?"
"I'm here instead of Papa-katsu Ojisan. You Lumi, miss?"
"Hah? You're that commoner from before—what nonsense?"
"He asked me to cover the meetup. Just learned the guy's description. Anyway, I'll hang with you instead."
"Wha...?"
Virgin me,
now your papa.