I Became a Yakuza's Babysitter (3)

My daily routine while the young lady was at school was utterly uneventful.

I did some light housework at home, went grocery shopping before she returned, and prepared meals.

On days she came home late, I made sure everything was ready so she could eat whenever she wanted...

'Am I even a real yakuza?'

I'd finally obtained a powerful body, yet I couldn't use it for anything except playing the role of a housemaid. The shame was almost unbearable.

I was Lee Sihyun, the ultimate alpha male. I'd become a yakuza to grow stronger and run even wilder.

It was finally time to walk the true path of a yakuza and unleash the wild nature I'd been suppressing for so long.

"Yes, Sister. I'll handle the loan shark office today. Worried? Just trust me."

I called the highest-ranking sister at the office first and received my assignment for the day. Naturally, a yakuza's main work took place in the shadows rather than the light.

Most requests came from places that required raw force.

The bulk of it involved tracking down people who refused to pay their debts, teaching them the meaning of violence through direct confrontation, and collecting what was owed.

The spectrum of targets was wide: ordinary civilians, street thugs, rival yakuza, and even loan sharks who needed money themselves.

What they all had in common was that they either fled in the middle of the night because they couldn't handle the interest, or they hired other violent thugs like yakuza to resist.

In the end, their fates were all the same...

"I've come to collect the money. This is the Iris Finance office, right?"

The moment I stepped into the office of the debtor who hadn't paid up, I was greeted by a group of vicious-looking women.

The one who appeared to be the boss looked startled when she saw me, but she must have had some backup because she quickly regained her nerve and came at me aggressively.

"We said we'd pay next week! If you keep coming here..."

"Keep coming? And then what?"

"Hey, pretty boy. Even if you're a man, if you keep acting like this we won't hold back either. With a face like that, it'd be a real shame if it got messed up, don't you think?"

One of the scrawny women who'd been watching from the side seemed to find the situation hilarious. She giggled as she sauntered up to me.

The tall woman grabbed my chin with a grotesque smile. Looking at her repulsive face made me feel like I was about to vomit.

"Or how about we grab a drink after work today? I bet I could make your first time absolutely—"

"Fuck off."

I slapped away the hand that felt like a thick pig's trotter and spat out the bile that had risen in my throat.

I had an extreme aversion to any woman I wasn't attracted to touching me. And if they were ugly, it was even worse.

"What a rude little shit. Let's just grab him and rape him. You know you might not leave this place alive, right? All these big sisters here are famous around the neighborhood for—"

I didn't need to hear any more. I pulled the gun I'd hidden in my back pocket and pressed it against her forehead.

Everyone froze in shock at the sudden turn of events, but the woman just kept giggling as she looked down at me.

"Pffft, the little brat brought something fun. But do you know something? I've imported firearms a few times, so I can tell—that's a model gun, isn't it?"

A model gun. It looked like a real firearm but couldn't fire actual bullets, basically a toy.

She thought the gun I was holding was fake and was laughing like an idiot.

"I'll bet my ovaries and womb that gun is—"

**BANG!**

Before she could finish, the muzzle spat out the acrid smell of gunpowder and a small puff of smoke.

"There you go~ I shot you."

I didn't want to smell that disgusting breath anymore, so I simply pulled the trigger.

'Can't even tell the difference between a model gun and a real one, yet she's acting all tough...'

She probably didn't actually know how to tell them apart. She had just let her guard down because I was a man.

The death of their colleague seemed to be the trigger. Except for one woman who was still stunned, the other two pulled out daggers and weapons and charged at me.

"Get him first!"

"If we catch you, you fucking bastard, I'll turn you into a cum tank today!!"

'One at a time, then.'

**BANG!** My body moved instinctively, shooting the woman charging at me in the thigh to stop her advance.

The moment I fired one shot and prepared the next, a chair flew toward my head. I dodged it with reflexes alone, but by the time I aimed again, two women were already right in front of me, raising their arms to stab me with knives.

'One shot won't be enough… Let's just cut them down.'

I tossed the pistol to my left hand and drew the katana I'd secured at my waist.

**Shing!**

"Kyaaaak! Hngh… Kuaaaaak!!!"

"Next."

My body seemed to remember the movements. It flowed naturally, parrying and continuing the assault before I could even think.

When I finally came back to my senses, three blood-soaked thugs lay on the floor, along with one terrified boss.

"Haaah..."

The thrill of victory pulsed through my heartbeat, sending shivers across my entire body.

It was my first time killing someone, and I felt like I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could easily become addicted to the ecstasy of power.

'Next...'

Now all that remained was dragging this damn loan shark back to the organization.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

"Huh?"

I'd mistakenly let my guard down, thinking the fight was over.

The gun barrel pointed at me and the boss's vile grin.

Her finger was already halfway through pulling the trigger. There was no time to dodge.

**—Bang!**

In an instant, the world slowed down, and I could see the bullet flying from the muzzle.

"Hiiik…!"

"You crazy bitch almost got me killed. Now do you understand how I've survived in the yakuza world?"

**Mind's Eye.**

My personal ability that had brought me this far.

It was a cheat-like power that consumed stamina to slow down my perception of the world.

Suppressing the pounding in my chest from the near-death experience, I turned the gun and put a bullet in the damn woman's arm.

Leaving her screaming like a pig in a slaughterhouse, I made a call on my phone.

"It's me. There was a fight at the business site. I killed three. Please send a cleanup crew."

Not long after, the retrieval team arrived, took the bodies away, and dragged the loan shark off to their workshop as well.

"Hey~ Nice work, Sihyun. People were saying you'd gone soft lately, but I knew I could count on you."

"Hello, Sister!"

I bowed my head to the highest-ranking sister in the office.

She casually draped her arm around my neck, her fingers brushing against my chest in a way that made my skin crawl. I forced myself to endure it, smiling as I took a small step back.

"So what happens to that woman now?"

"What happens? She gets beaten half to death, maybe gets a few burns, and if she agrees to pay, we let her go."

"And if she doesn't have the money? Do we carve her open?"

"Of course."

Even though I'd handled the job myself, it served as a fresh reminder of just how dark this line of work truly was.

***

The bar was as noisy and lively as always. Salarymen, job seekers, and all sorts of people were drinking away their worries and fatigue.

I was among them, waiting quietly for a woman, which naturally drew quite a few stares.

Most of them were women trying to express interest in me, suggesting I go flirt with someone or outright hitting on me.

This was what happened in a world where men and women had reversed roles. If you were even slightly handsome with a decent body, women would lose their minds. It was a comfortable place.

The biggest problem, of course, was that there was no guarantee those women would actually be pretty.

"Um… Isshoni sake nomuka?"

'Here it comes...'

Even though it was in Japanese, I never imagined she'd straight-up ask to drink together.

I naturally brushed off the women's wandering hands and ran a hand through my hair.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone who's coming soon."

"J-just for a little while. I'm doing this as a penalty, so please help me out just once? Pretty please?"

But this woman was persistent. She wouldn't leave easily and started acting clingy.

I wanted to send her away quickly, but being hit on like this wasn't entirely unpleasant.

'I wonder how long she'll keep trying~ Until Detective Shinoda shows up?'

For fun, I decided to see how long she'd last.

I was watching the woman who had naturally taken the seat in front of me when I noticed a familiar trench coat behind her, along with a pair of blue eyes looking down.

With her bright light-brown hair fluttering, **Shinoda Yui** the detective loomed over us with her intimidating presence.

"Hey, who's this woman? Are you showing off in front of me?"

"I don't even know her~ She said it's some penalty and keeps asking me to have a drink with her."

Yui immediately pulled a silver pistol from inside her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠coat and pointed it at the woman's head.

"Get lost."

"Hiiiiiik!!!!"

Before the woman could even figure out if the gun was real, she shrieked in terror and fled the scene.

She could throw herself at a man but cowered in fear before a true alpha female. What an idiot. Still, it was quite the show. Not bad at all.

The detective sat down across from me, clearly pissed, and shrugged off her coat.

Once the coat was gone, a shirt that beautifully accentuated her chest curves was revealed.

'Black underwear… Nice.'

I could see a decent amount of what had been hidden beneath the coat, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠which was quite the treat for the eyes.

"So why did you call me out? To show me this?"

"That's not it~ I've been feeling stressed lately. How about we just grab a drink?"

"A drink?"

I handed her one of the draft beers I'd ordered in advance and began acting drunk. When our glasses clinked, a bit of foam spilled over. I dipped my finger in it and slowly sucked it off.

In an extremely lewd way, as if I were sucking on a woman's breast.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to drink?"

"R-right, let's drink!"

**Clink!** I acted out a side of myself I hadn't shown before—loose and innocent. I kept displaying the unexpected charm of a man who was usually sharp and irritable.

We drank for a long time, and my mind grew hazy.

I flushed my face even more vividly and leaned my body against Yui's shoulder as we left the bar.

"I told you to drink in moderation."

"Hehe, it's so hot… Miss Detective~ Let's rest for a bit before we go."

"Rest? Where is there to rest around here..."

When I turned my head, a building glowing with pink neon lights came into view.

[Love Motel]

A beautiful place where babies were diligently being made even at this very moment.

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It turns out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Detective Shinoda Yui is quite the drinker!