Mimata Chieri
“Thank you so much, Mentor~! I made a fortune thanks to you.”
“Me too~!!”
Today I met up with several members of the 74th class from the Human Resources Development Center. Many of them worked at distant companies, so only five from the 74th who were assigned to subsidiaries near Tokyo had gathered.
During the new employee training period, nearly everyone in the 74th had invested in the mock stock trading simulation—at least two hundred thousand yen, up to a full million—so every face beamed with happiness.
Even the one who had invested the smallest amount, two hundred thousand yen, had bought in when the stock was in the low-to-mid one-dollar range. I’d told them to sell the moment it hit a thousand dollars. After taxes and fees, that person would have cleared roughly a hundred and fifty million yen. The heaviest investor had put in a million yen—five times as much. No wonder they were all glowing.
“If it hadn’t been for you, Mentor, I’d be in real trouble right now. If I hadn’t sold at a thousand dollars… Just thinking about it gives me chills!”
“See? I was right, wasn’t I?”
When I had insisted they sell at a thousand dollars, a few had grumbled that it looked like it would climb higher and resisted. I’d pushed hard and made them exit. Otherwise they would have ridden it all the way down to three hundred dollars.
Of course, even three hundred dollars was still an insane profit compared to the one-dollar entry, but if the people close to me had held on instead of selling at a thousand and then dumped at three hundred after the crash, the psychological damage would have been devastating.
“Tomorrow’s my mother’s birthday and I want to buy her a present. Any recommendations?”
“I’ll pick one out for you!”
“Me too~!”
I spent the better part of the day being dragged around Tokyo by the five members of the 74th while we hunted for a gift for Lady Jin Mija. In the end we settled on a luxury handbag. They kept insisting it couldn’t look too young or too old, and by the time we finished I was as exhausted as if I’d gone ten straight rounds of sex. Still, I owed the 74th kids proper thanks for helping me choose. Naturally, that gratitude would be expressed with my cock.
Since tomorrow was Mom’s birthday and sex would be off the table, I needed to get plenty today.
“Mentor~! My legs are killing me after all that walking.”
“I wish we could rest somewhere.”
“Instead of a restaurant, it’d be nice to relax in a room and order room service.”
The nymphomaniacs of the 74th had somehow synchronized their desires and were now begging to go somewhere we could rest and order room service. I had planned to eat at a proper restaurant before heading to the hotel, but going straight there didn’t sound so bad.
“I already have a reservation. Let’s go there.”
“Wow~! Perfect, Mentor!”
They were already burning up, clinging to me like they’d lost their minds. But these five had overlooked one crucial detail. Last time more than ten of them had barely managed to keep up. Now there were only five. Could just five girls possibly satisfy my bottomless libido?
“Heuuung…♥”
“No more… Mentor, you’re too much…!”
We went straight to the hotel. Instead of room service we had dinner at the hotel restaurant, then stripped naked in the room I’d reserved and tangled together. We kept at it until deep into the night, took a short nap, and I finished everyone off with morning sex that left them all knocked out cold.
“I have an appointment, so I’ll be going now.”
I showered alone and stepped out to speak to the women who were still naked, white semen leaking from their pussies as they formed perfect cream pies. Even after I’d had time to wash and dress, they still hadn’t recovered from the afterglow. I left the hotel wearing a satisfied smile at the sight of the melted 74th class members and drove away from central Tokyo toward Edogawa Ward, where I had grown up.
I was supposed to meet Kazuhiro and Kiyohira around lunchtime. We never set a specific place. Our usual spot was always the old family restaurant in the neighborhood. Sitting at the all-you-can-drink drink bar there had been our daily routine, so we simply said “let’s meet” and gathered at the family restaurant without further discussion.
I parked in the lot in front of the restaurant and walked in to find Kazuhiro and Kiyohira already waiting.
“Yo~! Tata!”
Kiyohira raised his hand and called out the moment I entered. Tanned brown skin, white-dyed hair, and features full of rebellion—the phrase “white sun” fit him perfectly. He had kept the exact same style since middle school, nearly six years now, so it felt strangely comforting to me.
Tata had been my high-school nickname, made by repeating the “ta” in Hata Ryuta twice. Come to think of it, I’m Taira Ryuta now, yet I’m still Tata.
“Been a while since I heard the name Tata.”
“These days I call you Slut-man more than hyung or Tata.”
Because I had introduced him to Aris and Han Yukyung within the span of a single week, Kazuhiro now viewed me as a complete degenerate. Of course it was true, but hearing the facts stated so bluntly still dealt heavy damage.
“Slut-man? What’s that about?”
Since he had been away doing full-time training in America, Kiyohira had no idea what had happened. He preferred talking face-to-face over texting or calling, so he hadn’t received any of the trivial updates via LINE. A lot of explanation was necessary.
“Then I’ll tell you the slut-man story now. About three months ago? Suddenly hyung told us his father had died.”
“What? Tata had a dad?”
These crazy bastards started with a dad joke right out of the gate. Of course it wasn’t really a dad joke, but to an outsider it would have sounded incredibly rude. Since they were my friends and I understood the intent behind their words, I stayed quiet.
“Don’t be shocked… Hyung’s dad was Taira Saburo.”
“No way… Taira as in that Taira?”
When Kazuhiro nodded, Kiyohira stared at me with completely new eyes. The look said, This guy is the son of a conglomerate family? We ate the lunch we had ordered and caught Kiyohira up on everything that had happened while he was gone.
“Why are you only telling me this fun story now?!”
After listening to Kazuhiro, Kiyohira practically screamed. Kazuhiro didn’t know the full details himself, so he had only explained that I was indeed that Taira from the Taira Group and that I was surrounded by incredibly beautiful women.
“That’s because you threw your phone away for closed-door training or whatever and spent three months living like a wild animal in the mountains.”
“True. Who the hell goes into a national park in America for training?”
Kiyohira claimed he had entered Yosemite National Park for three months of training. No matter how you looked at it, this guy wasn’t right in the head either. Among the three of us, I seemed to be the only one with any sanity left.
“To become the greatest martial artist, you have to do at least this much.”
“What century is this? You need to train scientifically. Like this body right here.”
Kazuhiro flexed his muscles as he spoke. For a soccer player, his physique was impressively built. That might be why he was dominating the J-League despite its emphasis on physicality. I listened to the pair with an amused smirk.
“Hehe. If you eat the wild herbs I found in the mountains, training is unnecessary…”
Since most of my physical stats had come from elixirs, the statement wasn’t entirely wrong.
“But you’ve gotten a lot taller and your body looks amazing. Did you undergo body modification? Or was it really the herbs?”
“I went to Korea for fun, saw some herbs in the mountains that looked good for the body, and ate them.”
“Eat random stuff like that and you’ll end up dead.”
“Mom already beat my back for eating whatever I picked up.”
At the mention of Mom spanking me, both of them burst out laughing, “Kyahaha!” Was my suffering really that funny? They really were insane.
The conversation eventually drifted from me to Kazuhiro’s soccer career and why he still hadn’t been called up to the national team despite destroying the J-League.
“I’m telling you, the coach is a racist. Just come to America.”
Kiyohira spoke with clear dissatisfaction. The current national team coach, Manzawa Sanetada, had been notorious since his club days for refusing to play Black athletes. Most of his foreign signings were white, so rumors of racial discrimination swirled around Kazuhiro’s continued exclusion. In my opinion, it did look like racism.
If Kazuhiro had been a handsome white man, his popularity would have exploded and he would already be Japan’s star striker. Because he wasn’t, it had become an issue.
“I’m considering America too.”
“Hehe, then come to the LA area where I live. Galaxy or FCLA.”
“Crazy bastard, those teams have to make an offer first. A few clubs have shown interest, but I’m still thinking it over.”
Apparently having dual U.S. citizenship meant American teams were also watching him closely.
“Once I decide, I’ll tell you two first, so just wait.”
“Oh, right. Are you still dating Kagawa Umi?”
“We’re still together. Still going strong.”
He really was in the longest relationship of all of us. When Kiyohira asked to see a picture, Kazuhiro showed him one.
“She’s exactly your type.”
“Right? What about you?”
“I’ve got this one…”
Kiyohira showed a photo of his current girlfriend. Kazuhiro and I exchanged glances and nodded. Sure enough, his tastes hadn’t changed at all.
Like Kazuhiro, Kiyohira had unusual preferences—he liked women who went beyond voluptuous and were slightly plump. Back in Edogawa High School the two of them had been known as the Abnormal Sexuality Duo. Maybe the three of us stayed close precisely because our tastes in women never overlapped.
“Wow, it’s already this late. Let’s hurry and go pick up Auntie. We need to buy her something delicious.”
“Is Auntie doing well? It’s been so long I actually miss her. I brought a ton of presents from America—she’ll like them, right?”
“Hey, she’s not your mother, she’s ours. Don’t turn me into a bad son.”
I loaded the two idiots who were desperate to show filial piety to someone else’s mother into the car and headed for the mansion where Lady Jin Mija lived.
100th Chapter Commemoration — Requested Illustrations!
◆Requested by whitetiger: Lady Jin Mija.
The only setting we had was that she was beautiful, so I struggled with how to depict her. In the end I took the original illustration setting for the protagonist Jin Yongtae and simply turned the man into a woman. In short, she’s the female version of Jin Yongtae as the mother… Since it’s her blood child, it makes sense they’d look alike, right? Haha.
◆Requested by Chucky: The Korean protagonist in a suit scene (it’s Han Yukyung, right?)
Shirt-only version.
Yukyung wearing a boss-like suit.
Normal suit Han Yukyung.
◆Requested by Hunter: Horny Yukiko… It took forever to find the right “in heat” tag, haha.
Yukiko-mom lying down and pressing her breasts together.
Yukiko-mom sending a desperate, longing gaze. I feel like I could push the horniness further… I’ll do more research and come back.
◆Requested by Apple049: Newlywed-style Yukiko-mom.
Yukiko’s enormous breasts and an apron go surprisingly well together. Since it’s a newlywed theme, an apron felt perfect, so I made one. The mood is completely different from the “in heat” tag, which is nice.
◆Requested by Lucasfilm: Aris! I wanted to give her glamorous, model-like outfits…
Hologram dress.
Little Mermaid style. Honestly, it would have been better if Aris had been the Little Mermaid…
The statue almost gave me a heart attack, haha.