"She's gone." Zenkichi scratched his head when he saw Seiko had disappeared from the bed.
He sat up and after looking around for a bit, he saw a little folded-up paper on the desk beside him.
He picked it up and started reading.
"The curse has been lifted. My job is done so I'll be going now. Don't worry about the costs of the destroyed furniture and other items in the room, I've taken care of it."
"This is likely the last time we'll ever meet. But if fate allows it, well, I had a wonderful time with you. But don't get cocky brat!"
"P.S. If you ever get cursed again, and I'm not available, try seeking help from a friend of mine. Here's her number: *****. But unless it's serious, don't ever call her. She'll drain you dry both literally and financially. She's a weird bitch, but she gets the job done."
"Seiko..."
Zenkichi smiled and folded-up the paper.
He frowned.
"Wait. Where are my clothes?"
(Cue James Bond theme song)
Several minutes later and Zenkichi stepped out of the room, now sporting a sharp and clean black suit that fit him like it was tailored just for him.
'Huh. This smells nice. If I could, I would give this hotel five stars.' The faint scent of lavender clung to the fabric, momentarily attracting Zenkichi's attention.
His hair, somehow perfectly slicked back, gleamed under the afternoon light seeping through the hallway windows.
Zenkichi was confident that if he were to step out of this building, he'd instantly get scouted by some top tier modeling agency.
He adjusted his cuffs, smirked at his reflection in a nearby mirror, and muttered. "Damn. I look hella cool! I look like some secret agent from that old movie."
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"Oh. Who am I kidding? I look more like a male escort, especially since I'm in a love hotel!" Zenkichi almost screamed in embarrassment but forced himself to sigh and mutter out his grievances.
In just a few short days, he went from an ordinary guy that just wanted peace and quiet; who also wanted to get attention of a certain childhood friend, to having lost his virginity and bedding three different girls in just a few days.
Any normal guy would feel proud and cocky for being able to do that, but he wasn't like that!
He was supposed to be that innocent next door guy that too dense to notice a girl's feelings for him and gets flustered when getting flirted by.
Zenkichi felt his legs go weak for a moment, his face a mixed look of resignment, confusion, and pride.
But his expression quickly shifted into horror as he checked his phone.
69 missed calls and 67 messages
These weren't just from his mom. There were some from Medaka and Shiranui!
'It's bad enough that Mom is looking for me, but Medaka? She's going to overturn the entire city to look for me!'
The Kurokami weren't ordinary, especially with the abnormally genius Medaka Kurokami. Oh no no no.
The Kurokami family household is more than just a wealthy family.
They're "THE" wealthy family in the entire country! It's said that they are holding up the entire economy single handedly.
With almost infinite resources at her disposal, there was no doubt that Medaka could find him in less than an hour.
Considering she hasn't found him yet, Zenkichi guessed that she's personally looking for him.
By all accounts, with her abilities, she would've already found under thirty minutes.
Unfortunately however, she'd never thought to find him in the red light district. After all, he was once a typical Japanese teen male.
It's typically known that almost all Japanese teens are too chicken, or also because it's illegal, to enter this area.
Then there was Shiranui...
Actually, Shiranui's texts were mostly greetings and extortion. She wanted a dozen boxes of glazed donuts and two buckets of fried chicken if he wanted her to stall Medaka for at least an hour.
"Extortion! Blackmail! Are you kidding me with these demands?" Zenkichi muttered, his brows twitching.
He was just an ordinary teen! Sure he has some money. He gets an allowance from his mother, and some from doing odd jobs around the neighborhood, but he doesn't save them all.
What he's got in his bank account was barely enough to buy what Shiranui was asking for.
'Looks like I gotta wait a few more months to buy those video games.'
"...Two hours," After a moment of deliberation, he texted back with a tear in his eye.
"Alright! 😊" She quickly replied.
"Dammit. I should've bargained for more!'
"Tsk. I should head on home before the world throws something unexpected at me." Zenkichi huffed and headed down to the lobby to check out.
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"Thank you for using our establishment. We hope to see you again!"
"Um, about these clothes I'm wearing? How much are they? See, my prior clothes were.... They disappeared. So I kinda—"
"Oh you'd like to bring the suit with you? It's completely fine. Your partner has it all covered."
'Seiko, you're the best!' Zenkichi subconsciously smiled.
"Uh, yeah..." He said, nervous and confused of what to say next. Should he just bail now?
Also, why is the receptionist giving him a strange look? Staring at him like he was a piece of meat, while licking and biting her lips?
She...She couldn't be..?
'Actually, I shouldn't be surprised. They are making business by having people in for just a few hours. She can probably get a commission if she manages to seduce me to stay in the hotel longer.'
'...Plus, she's cute,' He unconsciously looked down at the v-cut blouse she was wearing, her big unblemished chest almost spilling out.
The receptionist's smile slightly widened.
"Ahem. The services you have here is wonderful. Uh, goodbye!" Zenkichi snapped back to reality and quickly turned around, running away.
A few minutes after he was out of the love hotel, Zenkichi decided to check on the rewards he received earlier.
"So I got one item and two skills. Let's see what they do."
[Rewards: The Bonk(Item), Hypnotic Gaze(Skill), Communication with Gods(Skill)]
[Item: The Bonk]
[Description: A legendary wooden baseball bat crafted by the Inugami to fight against evil spirits that have... inappropriate(horny) thoughts. It does its job well in hitting hard on normal target, but it deals effectively more damage against those with horny thoughts.]
[1st Form: ???
Description: One must bonk 69 perverts in order to unlock its first form.]
[2nd: Form: ???
Description: Unlock the 1st form in order to learn the requirement to unlock this.]
[Final Form: ???
Description: Unlock the previous two forms and reach the state of "cutting off all mortal desires".]
[Skill: Hypnotic Gaze]
[Description: You can hypnotize people to do certain commands you'll verbally state, or mentally if you have telepathy.
Warning: The success rate of hypnotizing someone depends on the user and the target's mental strength. The stronger the target's willpower, the harder it is to hypnotize them.]
[Skill: Communication with Gods]
[Description: You can communicate with Gods without falling into mental obliteration, insanity, or simply death. There's a reason why very, very few have managed to talk to Gods. The disparity between a mortal and a divine being is simply incomprehensible. After all, can you communicate with an ant?]
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"...How? Isn't this that wide-spread meme? How did I receive the bonk? Isn't this anti-hentai? How does this make any sense?!" Zenkichi muttered, scratching his head.
The Hypnotic Gaze was certainly useful. Aside from using it for... nefarious means, it could be useful to extract information from people or even distract them.
'Should I get Sharingan-colored contact lenses?' For a moment he became excited. To have the ability to hypnotize people with his eyes, wouldn't that be the perfect to cosplay using Sharingan contact lenses?
Zenkichi wasn't childish but nor was he mature. He was a teenager. He had read and watched Naruto, even till now!
Back in middle school, he went through a certain phase(chūnibyō). It was pretty embarassing, but the phase hasn't faded yet! That was just a couple years ago after all.
'I could imagine it now; fighting someone, unraveling my Mangekyou Sharingan and mutter...Tsukuyomi! Hehehehe!' The smile on Zenkichi's face widened to a creepy degree, earning him strange looks from passers.
'As for the second skill... I'm pretty sure that's related to Nyx. Whatever she's planning for me, I hope to any other benevolent Gods out there that it wouldn't be any of that weird crap genres related to hentai!'
"Hey there girlie~ What are you doing, following us here?"
Just as he was shivering at the thought, he heard a low, cold and nasally voice.
Zenkichi instantly frowned and turned his head down at an alley.
'That's...'
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AN: Sorry for the late update. So much was happening this week, especially yesterday.