Having Fun, my Way - or 'A Goddess' Plan brought to chaotic insanity due to the Average Florida Man-tier Joe' (Hentaiworld, but the Insert plays it weird)
Today was a good day to make quick money.
It was a lovely day of Spring in Japan and it was the ripe time for debauchery to enter this realm of existence in a way that no one is really surprised about. This is an hentai world, and I… had been part of it for just a month.
Hi, my name is 'Kanou Hideki' and I was once a simple guy that was content with his simple life. I had a girlfriend, I had a happy family, but I also felt somewhat repressed by the many what-ifs in life that I never tried out of a lack of ambition.
That was until I was given a challenge in the form of a divine deal. In my dreams, a woman appeared before me and… she was a hottie. I could objectively state she was 'built' to be a sexual item, a sight to behold and a slut in disguised from the shameless and kinky dress she wore.
Her name was… Venia. She was flying, floating softly over my resting body as she delivered me with a chance out of the fact she 'wanted to give me hope of a better life'.
A lie, I didn't even bring it up that she was a terrible liar. But there was something she didn't lie about: a wish if I managed to win over the world and not let it defeat me. She wanted me to come here and, somehow, become the alphaest chad ever.
Sadly, that was not an option considering I was inserted in a meek Japanese teen's body and put in a circumstance where I was genetically screwed to make the difference.
My penis was average-sized, I had close to no muscles and the first time I checked the gym I was given reasons to never check it again as sweat, steamy affairs and lots of big-tidded and big-cocked people around made for a dangerous environment to survive in.
Hence why I preferred to train alone at home. And yes, I was alone alone- no family, no relatives, no childhood friends.
Kanou Hideki was a clean slate for me to take over from and his non-existing social life was painfully needed for my plans of survival in this world. The first thing I did when I woke up in his body was see how bad of a 'hentai world' was.
The news gave me a few clues on the sort of debauchery that were common- an amusing story was the great fall of the previous Prime Minister as his personal life was riddled with sexual scandals. His first wife cheated on him, then his second wife and step-daughter slept with his brother, and his third partner, which was a futanari, ended up being caught fucking a tomgirl with a large cock and kitty ears.
So yeah, this world is fucked up and it was not filled with the standard stuff- there were monster girls, monsters, and even magic. Which made this entire situation quite… dangerous for me to thread safely.
Being a shadow was now a priority and it was such for the entire month. I didn't do anything to warrant attention and no girl had been looking at me weird.
I made no effort to stand out and I focused on doing the very thing that could help me find a way to the top by playing it safe: become part of the system and exploit it from the shadows.
Hence why, a month later, here I was sitting on a chair that gave me full sight of a bed. A blindfolded schoolgirl was moaning as her body was getting mating-pressed by an old fat bastard. He was one of those filthy salarymen that had a kink for Netorare and… I was supposedly the victim.
I was not, worry not. I knew who the girl was, but the bastard picked me after he was looking around school for someone called 'Haruo'. Which was… my client. The guy that engaged me for this little 'set-up' as I had my camera out and recording the full debauchery unfolding.
I had snacks and drinks to last through the hours to come, and I even offered a bottle of water to the old guy. He may be hung like a horse, but his stamina was not 'as it used to be' by his own admission. And after the entire ordeal was wrapped up and the girl was deeply-unconscious, I shared some words with the guy.
"Oh? So I got the wrong guy… but also the right guy?" He summarized as he started to smoke.
I nodded. "I work for this business which involves setting up couples to handle their kinks. In this case, Haruo-san requested for his girlfriend, who he knew was a notorious slut, to learn how to handle a single man's cock rather than jump around in a somewhat frantic manner."
"Teaching her a lesson? Heh, that's fun. And the video is for the boy?"
"The uncensored version, yes. An edited one where your faces are hidden will be published online on a premium platform however," I reasoned, seeing him surprised at this. "And don't expect to be paid for this. You literally have a young cumdump that worships your cock and is willing to do it raw with you."
He blinked, scratched his chin and slowly nodded. "Heh, sounds fair. Say, can you please send me an uncensored copy of that too?"
"Our client service can do so," I reported, using my little excuse that I wasn't the only one doing this. "Here is the business card with the proper email to ask for it from."
He nodded and picked up the paper. "So, there's more of you?"
"It's a growing business. In fact, there are other sections all over the country- some part of this same organization and some independent ones."
The old man was pleased to hear that and I left before the girl could have woken up to learn the truth. And, before this creates any confusion, I didn't like this mess of a situation.
I wasn't smiling through it, I wasn't happy with it but- work is work and this business was inflating the Japanese Economy in a way that made it easy for luxury stuff to be within reach for someone like me.
I literally had a villa built just outside of Nagano, and it was fitted with all sorts of technological and magical shit that I could need to handle any sort of threat. I may have been enjoying anonymity as something less relevant than a background character, but I doubted Venia was just going to let me have it my way without a struggle.
The business itself was a gamble on how I was able to act in the right way to handle the 'good' clients and push away any ambushes along the way. I still was treated with a degree of work-related respect, but I refused to go beyond it.
The less relations I had, the more I could handle my own survival and the chances of seeing people I had bonds with facing events that would sever that sort of connection would drop to zero.
Which is why, out of expectation, I found myself 'disappointed' in how easy the first hurdle I was thrown at was. This one had a name, Emmalia Von Trautman, shortened to either 'Emma' or 'Lia' and, from what one could easily deduce, she was a European of German Descent.
Blonde-haired, slitted yellow eyes and fangs- that's the best way to describe Emmalia the Dhamphir at first glance. But as she took a seat on the 'mysteriously empty' desk beside mine in the classroom, I could tell something else as she introduced herself. Beyond the fact she looked similar to Toga Himiko, the Dhampir I was looking at had a little secret.
"N-Nice to meet you, Hideo-senpai. I will be- be in your care~."
No, it's not the clearly light-tier yandere/obsession thing, but the little bulge I could see making a tent from her skirt. I played many scenarios after that, and the idea of a futanari half-vampire setting her eyes on me and potentially forcing it on me… well, it was bad.
I rejected ignoring her on the basis that would make her more relentless, and refusing her would just spring a potential bad reaction which… could end up with me getting my ass demolished.
So, I had to walk a very interesting way. I waited through the entire day of school to pass and, once it was time to leave, I struck Emmalia first.
A quick bathroom break before the end of the school day gave me the means to quickly browse my phone list of supernatural weaknesses to bring up some special sleep-inducing salts that were common on monsters that fed on blood.
I had a vial of it available and put it inside my special sprayer for this sort of situation. She was more than happy to follow me to a private spot away from others and used the spray on her.
She fell down like a puppet with its strings cut. I picked her phone and checked her usual pattern of writing messages. I was planning to send a message to her parents if they were living there, but I was surprised to learn she had been sent to live alone here in Japan.
Once I put the phone back in her bag, I proceeded to piggyback her back to my flat near school. I had multiple houses due to the business I was running and with the premium videos giving me a hefty income to rely on, I could allow myself to have a small place for immediate planning.
In this case, I had to train a potential assistant to be more like an… attack dog. A horny attack dog at that.
AN
Business is business.
