So there's such a heavenly place.
Satoru's eyes lit up as he looked at the shop in front of him.
He was currently standing on Shibuya Central Street, and in front of him stood a "DVD rental store."
In layman's terms, it was a place to rent discs.
Satoru had lived through that era, and he had even spent a fortune to buy a set of anime discs.
As a result, his cousin's nephew laughed at him, "You're so old and still watching cartoons, aren't you ashamed, aren't you ashamed!"
It was probably from that time that Satoru particularly disliked little boys.
However, he still gently and patiently explained to the clueless little brat:
"Cartoons are also divided into adult animation and children's animation. What you see on the TV now, 'Bears on the Run,' is a children's animation in the traditional sense, but what big brother watches is adult animation. Have you heard of the 'Saint Girl Trilogy'? Do you understand 'Black Bible'? Come, big brother will play it for you."
Then this nephew doubted his life for an entire summer.
Recalling it now, Satoru still felt this memory was extremely heartwarming; he was indeed a mature and reliable adult.
"For only 500 yen, you can rent all discs by becoming a member. New items are added every month!"
Satoru looked at the advertisement that popped up and was deeply moved.
Thanks to Suzuka.
She had heard about this place from Matsubara and then introduced it to Satoru.
Satoru originally thought this place was hard to find, so he invited Suzuka to visit it together. However, Suzuka hesitated for a long time and refused, giving the reason that "the Karate Club still has things to do."
Satoru was filled with respect.
See, anyone with a dream is amazing. What's with Akane, always slacking off?
After paying the membership fee, Satoru could freely enter and exit this "high-class club."
Actually, there weren't many films in the store, but for only five hundred yen, what more could you ask for?
Moreover, the quality of the films didn't seem very good; they were all B-movies and cult films, and they didn't look like genuine copies. Perhaps they were afraid of copyright issues if they got big blockbusters. But for only five hundred yen, what more could you ask for?
Also, the rental procedures weren't strict. For example, to rent R18 movies, you didn't need to show any relevant ID; you just needed to state your age. But for only five hundred yen, what more could you—
Hmm?
Satoru realized.
This was good culture.
He immediately rushed to the R18 section and selected two pure love films.
"snake and cat" and "How Can I Fall in Love When I'm Sick in High School?"
Then he thought for a moment and picked another NTR-type film, "Days at School."
He had originally wanted to borrow "My Sister-in-Law Can't Be This Cute," but when he looked at the shelf, it was empty, so he had to give up.
It had nothing to do with his preferences; he mainly wanted to understand the NTR culture of this world, perhaps to devise a countermeasure.
Satoru followed behind a young man wearing a baseball cap. After it was his turn, he scanned the discs and put them into his backpack.
The Female staff looked at him in surprise.
This young man is quite young, probably not yet an adult... Although their store doesn't have strict rules, young people who come to borrow these kinds of discs are usually somewhat secretive and a bit embarrassed.
Just like the baseball cap-wearing person in front of him, who was a bit thin-skinned and even put on makeup.
But this young man not only didn't hide it but was strutting confidently, as if he wanted to save the world!
Watching pure love is for cultivating one's character, and watching NTR is for combating crime.
Satoru felt that he was upright and had nothing to be ashamed of.
It's just that—
The person in front of him, Mr. Baseball Cap, looked a little familiar.
However, Satoru didn't plan to go up and say hello. Meeting someone in a place like this is like running into an old classmate at a brothel—it's quite awkward.
He walked out of the store.
Just as he was about to head to the subway station, he heard a voice:
"Hey! That, that—that! Donkey, donkey... No..."
It sounded like she was calling him.
But Satoru wasn't sure. He always liked to ignore uncertain things, so he continued walking.
Then there was another loud shout from behind: "Satoru!?"
Satoru finally turned around.
And so, he saw a woman standing about dozens of steps away from him.
She had mature, dark red short hair, wore a vest on her upper body with a bulging chest, and seven-point jeans paired with sandals on her lower body.
Although her outfit was quite fashionable, her face was that of a sophisticated urban woman.
But her hands were carrying five or six plastic bags.
She must have just come out of the department store nearby; one could vaguely see a small amount of vegetables and a large amount of meat ingredients in the plastic bags.
Just the distance from the department store was enough for the weight in her hands to almost kill her.
So, when the woman saw Satoru's back, she was overjoyed. She suddenly remembered that she had seen this child before and could make use of him.
However, after shouting out, she forgot his name.
The first thing that came to mind was 'donkey dick.'
But obviously, she couldn't call him that.
The second was 'Little Newbie,' which also wasn't suitable.
Seeing him walk further and further away, the woman finally remembered:
"Satoru!"
"...Yayoi?" Satoru turned around.
"You call me by my name, but you don't even add 'Teacher' afterward?" Yayoi-sensei said, somewhat speechless.
Satoru scratched the back of his head. He slightly quickened his pace and came to her side:
"Uh, School nurse, do you get off work this early?"
Generally speaking, students are prone to accidents during club activities, so the School nurse should get off work later than regular teachers.
"There's no strict rule," Yayoi said with a pout. "You're such a stubborn child! Today is supermarket discount day—as a professional woman, I must plan the household expenses well! By the way, why don't you have any gentlemanly spirit? Help me carry some."
Yayoi was very open and didn't treat Satoru, whom she had only met once, as a stranger.
She directly tried to hand over the heaviest items in her hands.
Satoru took them while complaining, "Yayoi-sensei, aren't you afraid of the head of discipline finding out about you skipping work?"
No wonder he didn't see her at all the first time he went to the infirmary.
Yayoi smiled cunningly, "I've already calculated the school leaders' departure times. No leader will go to the infirmary at this time."
Then she looked at Satoru suspiciously, then narrowed her eyes and chuckled, "Satoru~~~ You wouldn't use this to threaten Teacher, would you?"
"Heh, Teacher, you wouldn't want—" Satoru was about to crack a joke, but he was interrupted by Yayoi halfway through his 'spell.'
"Satoru, you wouldn't want others to know about you staying in a hotel with two girls at the same time, would you?" Yayoi said with a wicked smile, pressing her lips together.
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