Chapter 3: Risk and Reward

With the chaos now officially off my mind, I could now focus on other things. For example, a large company wants to buy my AI software. I don't remember the name of the company, and also don't care. The company headquarters were not far from Hope's Peak and they're offering a shit ton of money for it. But of course, there has to be a catch. I've never used the female character of mine in an interview, with the only exception being from Jin Kirigiri to get into this school. But this is serious business with a lot of money on the line. If this goes badly, I'll live with the guilt of losing what could be several million yen, several million yen I could spend on bullshit I'll never need. If the persona I portrayed in public was to have this interview, she'd crack like an egg under the pressure. Do I have to break character in order to get the job done? If it's a necessity, I'll attempt to do it as little as possible. But as the life of a man who assumes a fake identity often is, it wouldn't be easy. It's never easy when you have to be scared of everything.

I walked into the headquarters in the afternoon hours. The man at the front desk instantly recognized me, and brought me up to a meeting room. The room had large windows and a comically large table where I assume more people would meet under normal circumstances. The table was mostly useless, for the only person in the building was the CEO, who I also don't care to remember the name of. He was tall and had long brown hair and glasses, as well as the worst facial hair I've ever seen. It was essentially a mustache and goatee, but without the mustache or goatee. It was just vertical lines of hair by his lips. He greeted me in the one way I do not want to be greeted: petting my head. When people I don't know do that, it bothers me. They think it's cute and I don't blame them. If it's someone like Owada does it, it's fine because I trust them, and better yet they know what most others aren't supposed to know. But I doubt that this CEO has malicious sexual intent like others had. The CEO said some shit I didn't care about, such as the history and prestige of the company. It almost put me to sleep, but he would ask an interesting question I hadn't thought about that much afterwards. "Have you ever considered putting your AI in a physical form, like a robot?" he asked me.

Of course I had. Everyone who has ever programmed artificial intelligence has. But most of the time, their dreams will never become a reality because they simply aren't as good as I am. There's a reason I'm the SHSL Programmer. Because I'm the fucking best. There may be better that are older than me, possibly better my age in America, but they weren't asked to go to Hope's Peak. I was. "Y-yes, I have thought of it, sir." I let out. "Good, good. Because that's the plan, miss. We're going to use your AI to make lots of robots, and therefore lots and lots of money! Of course, you'll get a big slice of the money we make, too. You'll be just as rich as I am!" The CEO said. As far as I know, most companies are corrupt and take all the money for themselves. But he's promising a lot of money. I could be a billionaire in yen, a multi millionaire in US dollars. Lots of money means lots of power. This made me feel really, really good.

Shit. Not during the meeting! I can't get a hard on in the middle of the fucking meeting! I began to sweat. The CEO noticed, and asked if I was nervous. I said no, but he likely thought I was. He discussed other plans with the robots, but once again, I barely paid attention. What got my attention was his offer. "As an offer to start off, we'll buy the software for fifteen million yen." He said. Fifteen million yen. Over a hundred forty thousand US dollars. Several trillion Zimbabwe dollars. Holy shit, I've hit the jackpot. This only made me feel even better, and made me sweat even harder. My fetish for power had gotten out of control, but nothing 'drastic' had happened yet. "However, there is one more favor I ask of you." the CEO said. The lights dimmed and shades were lowered on the windows. Despite the lack of light, I could still see the smile on his face. "Give me a damn blowjob." he said.

As he said this, I shook. My eyes widened and my sweat was like rain on my face. My face became pale. Not one thing this dude did implied he'd ask this question. Had everyone here been asked this? What the hell? "N-no! You can't do this! This is immoral!" I yelled, fake tears rolling down my eyes. I hadn't brought the gun I had been given, but I wish I did. The lights turned back on, the CEO was surprisingly still clothed. "You have made a good decision." He said. Wait, what? "I ask this to all of my employees, if their interviews go well. If they say yes, it shows loyalty to the company and business. If they say no, it shows they are able to make the right decision, even if it means sacrificing a dream." he continued. He then pulled out fifteen million yen from his pocket. "Take this. Use it well." He said. I was dismissed from the building. That went just about as well as a meeting could have gone.

I had felt better than I had in days after and that meeting. With my new supply of money, I needed more than just masturbation today. I needed real pleasure, not just self inflicted pleasure. Also not too far from the academy was the strip club. I hadn't gone to the strip club yet because I hadn't had a good enough reason yet. But now, I did. I've had a fake identity saved for just this moment, too. I had also finally gotten to wear men's clothing for the first time in what seemed like months, specifically a black baseball cap, leather jacket, a white tank top and black jeans. Somewhat of a biker gang look, but I knew Owada wouldn't mind. I knew that this was to be one of the better days of my life.

I arrived to the strip club late at night with thirty thousand yen and it was busy as hell. I almost felt like an outcast, everyone here was taller and an actual adult, while I was faking my age and as tall as your average sixth grader. I was asked by several people if I was indeed old enough, and of course I showed them the forged identity. Some were still skeptical, but it looked real enough. Once the whores were out, that's when the fun began. Lap dances, hand jobs, bukkake, straight up anal sex, if it was a common sexual act, it was done. Many children were wasted by me that day. However, the constant pleasure didn't end the way I had hoped. I had been there for four hours at that point and I was eating the ass of what must have been the fifth or sixth whore at that point. But then I felt a pain in the back of my head, and fell over near instantly. I doubt the whore noticed or even cared, but I can't blame her. However, I do remember hearing a few shouts afterwards before I fell into unconsciousness.

When I woke up, it was about three hours later. Everyone was gone and the place was a mess. What happened that could have possibly made everyone leave so quickly? And why was I left behind? I raised my head from the ground, I was completely naked. I had been robbed of all that was on me. I still had a raging boner, however. I was about to walk outside to get to my car before I remembered that, god dammit, I had no clothes on. So I did the only thing I could and covered the nether regions with paper towel. Once I walked outside, I noticed my car as the only one anywhere near the building. Thankfully, my car had not been touched. The ten minute drive to the school was awkward because I had not brought any spare clothes with me. Under normal circumstances, why would I? Thankfully, not too many people saw what looked to be a small naked girl covered in paper towel driving at two in the morning. Once I got to the school, it dawned on me. Mother of fuck, I had no clothes and was at a school! Could I become a sex offender for this? I doubted it, but rushed to my room immediately. Thankfully, no one was in the halls, although my running was rather loud.

Once I made it to my room, I let out a sigh of relief. No one had seen anything. But who was going to knock me out at a strip club? Thank god I didn't bring all the money, although thirty thousand yen is still a fair amount to lose. But now wasn't the time to think about bullshit like this. I went to sleep without thinking about it again.