episode_0043

The hypnosis I cast on the director was nothing special.

[His sexual orientation changes to netorare. Watching videos of his wife being embraced by another man is several times better than doing it himself, and seeing another man’s child born to his wife makes him incredibly happy. Furthermore, he becomes unable to resist the man who subjects his wife to netorare.]

In short, it was just about him turning into a masochist who loved netorare.

It was the kind of content found in messed-up NTR manga doujinshi with mundane endings, but the effect was truly excellent.

Given how easily I obtained the contract, it certainly was.

‘No way. He couldn’t even resist once. To just accept it like that.’

Honestly, I expected at least some resistance.

The day after I had enthusiastically slept with the director’s wife and concluded an unfair contract with the director,

I arrived at a luxury villa.

“Ms. Miharu. Is this it?”

“Ah, yes, this is where Yong is.”

“It’s a nice place.”

“Yes. Apparently, they earn quite a lot of money…”

At Ms. Miharu’s words, I took out a candy from my pocket, put it in my mouth, and sucked on it.

As I looked at the large mansion, I thought about the personal information Ms. Miharu had given me about Yong.

‘Her name is definitely Takahashi Rua, Japanese… or to be precise, a second-generation Zainichi Korean.’

Her nickname is Yong, and her Korean name is Yoon Seon-hwa, but they say Yong is cuter than Yoone, so they call her Yong.

Anyway, both her father and mother are present, but their relationship is not good.

High school dropout, presumed to be due to bullying.

She passed the High School Equivalency Examination (高等学校卒業程度認定試験), often called the Japanese GED, and was recognized as having a high school diploma.

By the way, this exam can, of course, only be taken after adulthood.

And also… she’s a hikikomori with social anxiety, likes anime, and for some reason has a strange philosophy about women’s underwear. Because of this, she’s said to have a perverted side.

‘Hmm. Perhaps she’s a good person for a deep discussion?’

Lastly, and most importantly, she’s a freelancer, a programmer, and a stock investor with a good success rate.

This was information Yong herself had asked Ms. Miharu to convey, not Ms. Miharu’s own words.

‘Did she figure out what kind of work I’m trying to do?’

I had only roughly conveyed that I needed a program like this. If she had figured it out from that, she was truly impressive.

After reviewing the information about Yong, I spoke.

“Ms. Miharu, let’s go now.”

“Ah, yes.”

A few minutes later, Ms. Miharu and I arrived in front of Yong’s house.

Upon arriving at the house, Ms. Miharu pressed the doorbell as if accustomed to it.

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang, and a moment later.

Creak…

With the sound of the door opening,

“C-c-come innn…”

A girl popped out.

The girl wore a large black hooded zip-up, in what is commonly called a “no-pants” fashion, making it unclear whether she wore pants or not.

‘Is this Yong?’

From her appearance, she looked small enough to be an elementary or middle school student. No. She wasn’t just small; she had a frail build.

Even with the baggy clothes making her appear a bit larger, if not for them, she would have looked exactly like a primary schooler.

Furthermore,

‘It seems she doesn’t bother with self-care.’

She must have washed her face to some extent, as it was clean, but her hair was greasy, and her eyebrows and nails were unkempt, in poor condition.

However, precisely because of this appearance, I felt even more trust (?).

Usually, in this line of work, skill is inversely proportional to how much one tries to present oneself (not really).

Thus, I gained much greater trust than I had initially felt upon hearing about her.

-Flinch.

As I stood there, quietly observing Yong with these thoughts, Yong trembled slightly and asked me,

“A-a-aren’t you coming in…?”

“Ah. I’ll enter now.”

Anyway, my initial impression upon entering Yong’s house was…

‘Oh, it’s clean.’

The house was extremely tidy.

No. Beyond just tidy.

‘At this level, it seems she has considerable talent not just in programming or stock investment, but also in home decorating?’

Even though it was clearly 2009, the house looked exactly like a stylish home from the future.

Thanks to this, feeling a sense of nostalgia for the future, I unconsciously mumbled,

“Wow. At this level, I’d believe it if someone said it was a 5-star hotel.”

At my words, Yong paused for a moment, then turned her head back to look at me. No. More precisely, she wasn’t looking at me.

‘Hmm? Could she be looking at Ms. Miharu?’

She was looking at Ms. Miharu.

While I was trying to understand why she was looking at Ms. Miharu, Ms. Miharu spoke in a small, slightly embarrassed voice.

“T-that, well, I decorated this house…”

Upon hearing that, I doubted my ears for a moment.

What? She’s not even the homeowner, why would Ms. Miharu?!

After hearing the situation, it turned out that Ms. Miharu had initially only cleaned the house, done laundry, and prepared meals. However, after growing closer to Yong, she disliked how desolate the house looked and suggested decorating it. Yong then asked her to decorate it instead.

It was a very unusual story, but it wasn’t hard to understand.

The Yong I had heard about from Ms. Miharu certainly seemed uninterested in home decorating.

“Ms. Miharu. If you had just worked in this field, you would have truly succeeded, wouldn’t you?”

“Ah, no. Not that much…”

“No. I’m serious. There aren’t many people who can decorate to this extent.”

At my compliments, Ms. Miharu’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Her appearance was quite cute, so I unconsciously continued to praise her.

“Ugh… normies die…”

And seeing Ms. Miharu and me like that, Yong mumbled in a small voice.

Honestly, it was my first time seeing someone say that in real life, so it felt a bit otaku-like.

Even though she had been stuttering just moments ago, the key point was that she spoke clearly this time.

‘I’ve watched some anime too. It seems my training is still lacking.’

Anyway, after diligently complimenting Ms. Miharu, I went inside, sat at the dining table, and showed her the precise contract.

By the way, tea was also served; Ms. Miharu had brewed it.

Contrary to her appearance, Yong meticulously checked the contract.

After examining the contract, a moment later, Yong seemed to judge that there were no issues, so she put the contract down, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

“I-it’s definitely a good c-contract condition…”

This was because I had told Miyuki to set generous contract terms.

To acquire talent, one should spare no means, methods, or money. That was the method of the most successful person I knew in my previous life.

Of course, that person was so unsparing that he often got chewed out by the people around him.

Anyway, being around such a person made me someone who didn’t spare money when it came to talent.

Although, until now, there hadn’t been any talent gathered around me.

“It’s a v-very attractive contract… I really want to do it… B-but, may I ask j-just one more thing?”

While I was having these unnecessary thoughts, Yong spoke to me.

At her words, I told her it was fine. To ask whatever she wanted.

In response to my answer, Yong replied directly, without beating around the bush.

“D-do you really believe that Bitcoin t-thing will s-succeed?”

At Yong’s words, I clearly realized that she was an extraordinary person.

I had never mentioned Bitcoin since coming here, yet she had figured it out.

Indeed, she was an amazing person.

It seemed she already knew the answer, but I asked out of curiosity.

“Is there a reason you thought of Bitcoin?”

“I was thinking about w-what kind of work would fit the c-contract conditions and you, and then I just r-remembered Bitcoin, which I’d seen in an economic news report before.”

Someone already knows about Bitcoin’s existence?

Hearing Yong’s words, I felt my head grow cold.

‘I was relieved because Bitcoin’s exchange rate hadn’t even been set yet. Was I too careless?’

I didn’t think that just because I had returned to the past, everything was within my grasp.

At least, I wasn’t so foolish as to indulge in such arrogance, especially having woken up in a different country and at such a different time than where or when I had lived.

But I must have been careless. I relaxed, and neglected gathering information, while assuring myself that the future wouldn’t change.

‘I need to pick up the pace a bit more.’

And also gather information more thoroughly.

Realizing my mistake, I closed my eyes for a moment, reflecting on my error.

Then I answered Yong’s question.

“Yes. Bitcoin will succeed. Without a doubt.”

“W-why are you so s-sure…?”

Yong asked me, who was so confident. How could I be so certain of the coin’s success?

There were countless answers.

People who can’t hold much currency, those in the shadows, will likely use it a lot due to their nature. It’s frequently used in secret transactions. If not that, then it’s where scammers gather. And so on.

There were many answers to that, but honestly, there was only one answer.

“This ‘coin’ is a monster that endlessly sucks in human desires.”

At my words, Yong tilted her head as if she couldn’t understand.

In response to Yong’s reaction, I said,

“This ‘coin’ is an illusion. An illusion with no one or no institution to guarantee it.”

Just as there’s the term ‘virtual currency,’ a coin is, at its core, a virtual currency.

Even if someone were to pull an exit scam, there’s no institution or person to guarantee it.

Yet, why did so many people flock to this ‘coin’?

The answer was simple.

“What sustains the coin isn’t the power of institutions or nations, but human desire.”

Human desire for success—no, the more fundamental desire for money—is what has drawn people into coins.

As long as humans don’t transcend all desires, isn’t this an unchanging truth? I thought so.