CHAPTER 40: 40

It all felt like a joke, like Yuki’s ego was crushed. Swiftly, he ran into the direction of the toilet on the right and shut the door. "Ewh, the fuck is here dirty..." He held onto his nostrils, leaning his back on the door despite being uncomfortable with the green patches growing on the frame. He placed his ears on the door.

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"Papa, are you kidding me? You brought a gun along with you?" Airi who was now fully clothed in her original wear with a pretenful smile spreading across her lips said. Kenji heaved in and out, steam blowing from his head visibily.

"I don’t believe it. Where is that damned dickhead ex-boyfriend of you? He thinks he can be screwing my daughter in my workshop."

"Hey, hold on that. No one is screwing me, just like I said, I was watching porn. I was just so horny, you know girl’s hormones."

Kenji’s eyes narrowed, scanning the workshop like a hunting wolf. "Don’t you dare lie to me, Airi. You think I don’t know what a half-naked man looks like? Or what sex smells like? If I get him, he is dead."

In a fit of rage, his eyes glanced back to the stool where he had left Yuki and then he remembered Yuki. He dropped the gun and sighed. "Did Yuki leave? I got him a ramen pot. Damn,"

"He went shortly for a run. He told me he’d be back. I heard you got an extra ramen plate for Yuki, is there one for me? I’m starving." Airi lifted her head, her eyes squinting into a beaming eyes alongside her lips pouting. Kenji hissed, walking over to the table where he had the foods placed on before his chase for her supposedly ex boyfriend.

"Awn, I love you, Dad," Airi’s smile widened as she ravaged through the ramen cups, her fingers flying over the plastic lids until— She found the right one!

"Seaweed miso with spicy tofu and boiled quail egg. Jackpot!" Airi squealed, her voice loud enough for anyone near by the workshop to hear. Kenji grinned at his girl’s reaction and watched while she pulled out her favorite flavor still with a soft squeal. "You really do love me."

Kenji grunted, still pacing and half-distracted. "Hm," He was lost of words to say. His mind was fixated on finding that man but when he searched through, there was no person except from Airi there. "Go wash up, I’d heat the food for you." He covered up the lid and took it along with it to another corner of the workshop.

He disappeared soon enough and the timing was perfect. Airi grasped the Yuki’s pants she had hidden under the table before Kenji could see it and headed over the toilet. She knocked softly on the door. "Hey dickhead, take your pants and climb through the window. My dad got something for you."

"Oh, thanks." Yuki whispered, pushing the door open just a crack enough to accommodate his head. He breathed in fresh air like he’d be starved of air for many years.

With his head peeked out, his gaze roamed the surrounding area and then exhaled. "Can I come out now? Here stinks of dead raccoon."

"That’s not a raccoon. It is a rotten cheese I left in the toilet some years back. No one actually comes here to use this toilet so there was no need cleaning it up."

"I’m going to get sick. Am I going to stay here until he leaves completely?" A frown appeared on Yuki’s face as he kept on fighting for fresh air. Airi sneered, pushing his head back into the restroom and slammed the door. She rested her back on the door and said.

"He still has a gun with him. Wear your pants already. "

The moment he saw Airi holding out his pants, he reached out and snatched them. Airi cocked an eyebrow. "Did you wear an undies in your pants? I couldn’t find them."

Yuki’s face turned pale. "Maybe somewhere, I don’t remember. Hey, Airi, how do I get out of here since your father is still in the workshop."

"Oh, There’s a window next to you right? Use it or don’t tell me you are a goodie two shoes that can’t climb through a window, dickhead." Airi chuckled, throwing him a smug wink before slipping away from the door and toward the ramen table, just as her father’s footsteps started echoing back from the other side of the workshop.

"Motherfucker..." Yuki muttered under his breath before taking in full air into his mouth. He clasped a peg he found on the sink away on his nose and looked up at the window. "When I get out of here Airi, I am going to screw the daylight out of you for payback. You wouldn’t even be able to walk again!"

Yuki hastily slid on his pants, nearly toppling into the broken flush tank in the process. He glanced up at the narrow window again. Rusty frame, spider web in one corner, but it was open. Barely.

"This better not be how I die," he muttered.

With a grunt, he boosted himself up using the toilet seat, then wedged his torso halfway through the vent, the metal scraping along his ribs. His knees kicked wildly, knocking over the mop bucket below just as Kenji’s voice rang out:

"Airi, why’s there noise in the toilet?"

Yuki froze. His legs were still dangling.

Airi slurped loudly on her ramen and replied, mouth half-full, "I needed to pee. My stomach’s been upset since lunch. You don’t wanna go in there, trust me."

Kenji made a disgusted sound from behind her. "Then keep the damn door closed, don’t poison the air."

Meanwhile, Yuki gave one last push and finally tumbled out the other side of the vent—landing face-first into a pile of metal shavings and old bike tires in the alley behind the workshop.

"AH, son of a—" he yelped, rolling to his side and checking for broken bones. "Bitch!" Yuki cursed, as air brushed over his cut skin. He dusted himself off, pulling a bent nail from his elbow with a wince.

He glanced up at the window, then back to the abandoned alley he was in. The late afternoon sun stung his eyes, and the breeze carried the foul scent from the bathroom window back toward him.

Yuki spat on the ground, still dusting dirt and flakes of rust from his shirt. His jaw tightened from the pain of landing directly on his face on some metal scraps. He paced a few steps, yanking a piece of soaked tissue paper from his hair. "Fuck you!"

"I swear, Airi—next time, I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t be able to think straight, much less treat me like some piece of trash you can throw into a moldy-ass toilet! You’ll be limping for a week and begging for part two."

He jabbed a finger toward the window in warning, even though Airi couldn’t see him.

Just then, his watch beeped.

MISSION COMPLETE

Objective: Deflower Airi and get her to climax while you are in her.

Reward: ¥300,000 Creds deposited

+3,000XP gained

Level up- Upgrades unlocked:

Climax Synchronizer: Time your climax with your partner’s for maximum effect and satisfaction. +500XP per synchronized climax. Price: ¥60,000

Endurance booster: +400XP. Price: 15,000

After the thousands of notifications and comments from viewers watching his sex with Airi, the hologram switched over to withdrawal options, his in-game money reading:

[Total amount: 400,000LPC]

"Not bad!" Yuki’s ego rose again reading through the smut comments from ladies and the gifts they had rewarded him with. Yuki switched off the hologram, and circled back to the front of the workshop.

The sting of his injuries had dulled into a dull throb but still had him limping. He pushed open the workshop’s front door, the little chime above it jingling.

Kenji, who was still tinkering with something under a table fan, looked up and grinned. "Ah! Yuki’s back. Aiyoo, I was almost tempted to eat your ramen."

Yuki stepped in, feigning indifference like he hadn’t just fucked Airi in her father’s workshop. "You got me one? That’s too bad. I was just on my way out. It’s already late, and if I don’t catch the next train, I’ll miss my morning class in Tokyo."

Kenji scratched his head, then gestured toward the ramen cups. "Take it with you, then. Let Airi accompany you to the train station. You’ve got your phone, right? Anytime it gets bad, just bring it to me. No price attached!"

Yuki blinked and turned to where Airi stood near the table, waving his phone smugly in the air. "I got it."

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Airi stuffed the ramen cup and chopsticks into a nylon bag. She tossed it over to Yuki and a narrow miss, it could have landed on the ground.

Yuki gripped the hand of the nylon tightly and then without a word, she bolted into the back room.

Moments later, Airi returned in a fresh outfit—simple jeans, a light crop jacket, and a side bag swinging at her hip. Her hair was neater, and she’d added lip gloss, just enough to catch the light.

She handed Yuki the ramen bag and grinned. "Let’s go, dickhead. Wouldn’t want you missing your precious train."

Yuki took the bag and muttered, "Thanks... Kenji."

Kenji nodded, lifting a spanner to his shoulder like a soldier with a rifle. "Tell that bastard Haruto to visit me once in a while. He still owes me a bottle of sake."

Yuki smirked. "I’ll let him know."

As they stepped out into the dimming evening, Airi leaned in close and whispered with a wicked smile. "Pretty boy is limping. Not bad Yuki for a rookie who had never fucked."

"Oh please? You are not my first girl I have pounded. Do you want to hear about me banging my hot lecturer?"

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