Chapter 53: A Thin Line Between Money and Lust

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After a long day of various errands, I finally made it back to my humble one-room apartment just as the sun began to set.

No sooner had I walked through the door than I got a message from Jones-san saying, “I’m heading over now.” He must be coming to pick up Ange.

“Jones-san is on his way,” I told Ange.

“Okay,” Ange replied in a forlorn voice. But I knew she was just putting on a show; she’d be back for the Spring Festival. It’s not like the sibling bond was going to be severed.

Also, could you maybe let go of my arm now?

…

“Yuuta, Ange! Sorry to keep you waiting! The world is one big happy talk show!”

“Hey there, Jones-san. Finished all your work?” I asked.

Jones is always high-energy, but today he was in an exceptionally good mood.

“Mrs. Kurebayashi took care of all the arrangements for me! I barely had to lift a finger! Ha-ha-ha!”

“Oh, really? That’s great.”

“Yes, and it's all thanks to your connections, Yuuta! You’re the best!”

“You always manage to make me question your nationality, Jones-san.”

For the record, both my mom and Jones’s parents are from the U.S., but they immigrated through El Salvador. Both of them were born in Japan and are fluent in Japanese.

“Ha-ha-ha! I'm a true Edo boy, born and raised!”

“I’ll give you the sushi part, but not carry money over to the next day? Come on.”

“We might die tomorrow, so we should live fully today. By the way, Yuuta, if you're interested, how about a part-time job once my company's up and running?”

“Uh, what kind of job?” I asked, caught off guard by his sudden seriousness.

“It’s still under wraps, but it's a public relations office. The job is mostly miscellaneous, but the pay is good.”

“Let me think about it. I need to get used to college life first.”

“Sure thing. You’re always welcome, Yuuta.”

Finding a part-time job is definitely something I need to consider for the future. Working for Jones-san would be a safe choice.

I definitely want to avoid a situation where my life falls apart as easily as breaking hymen in one go at a yakiniku restaurant.

***

So, Jones-san and Ange left, and I walked them to the station. Ange threw a tantrum, not wanting to leave, but I reassured her she’d be back for the Spring Festival. She needs to think about our lonely mom, too.

Anyway, time to head home…

…

The station area has a sketchy vibe at night.

Oh, there's a red-light district here. Not good, not good; no need to be here…

But curiosity got the better of me, and I wandered in.

***

So, in an attempt to take a small step up the adult ladder, I found myself wandering into the red-light district. It was one of those accidental slip-ups, like two naked people in a bath slipping on soap and ending up joined together by accident. No intention, just pure accident.

Naturally, I didn't have the money for any trial runs at these places. I dodged the touts and just looked around to see what kinds of establishments were here.

Even in these times, human desire is unstoppable. The place was quite lively with the mingling of money and lust.

Maybe someday, after earning some extra cash from working for Jones-san, I'll check out one of these places—for the experience, of course.

“First, I need to lose my virginity. Living as a technical virgin is out of the question.

As I muttered to myself, I noticed a familiar figure in front of one of the establishments. The voice, too, was unmistakable—it was Kojima-san, the second NTR netorare.

Why is Kojima-san here?

From a distance, I saw her fixated on a job posting for “Floor Lady Wanted.” The absurd hourly wage seemed to have caught her attention, though the calculations were off, like the job assumed a 25-hour day. She must be desperate for money.

She did mention not wanting to go back home. Maybe she's trying to become financially independent.

Not my problem, though. I should just walk away. Yeah, I didn't see anything. Ignoring teenage girls with emotional issues. Goodbye…

“Hey there, Missy. Got time to spare? How about some fun with me?”

“…! Let go of me.”

“Come on now; you look like you could use some cash. I'll help you out.”

“Stop it! I said, Let go!”

Great, now Kojima-san's being harassed by a drunk. Well, being grabbed by the arm is common enough around here at night.

Sigh. I guess I’ll help out. Yelling is free, right?

“Police! Help! There’s a pervert here! A drunk guy harassing a bitchy girl!”

Boobs to the rescue! It'd be miracle if the molester cop show up here.

“Did you call?”

“You've got to be kidding me! They actually showed up?!”

Seriously? I was just joking, but here they are, the funky molester cop from before, in the flesh. And both of them, no less.

Are these two close or something?