Capítulo 129: Shattering Perversions (While Making Money) - (Investigator Insert in Hentai Land) by JBukharin
A fic of depravity and adventure ohhh and also its bassicaly a au hentai universe that cobbles together many hentais from nhentai read at your own risk enjoy 😅
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Shoujo M (1) - (164854)
Note: I've read awhile ago a nice thread about someone becoming a lawyer to make money out of the many legal causes born from NTR situations' aftermath, but I could tell that there was a degree of 'attachment' to that particular world that could be reworked. In fact, welcome to the vision of the many adventures of the craziest and yet sanest new citizen of this world with endless Hentai running as a phenomenon in Japan. It's not specifically NTR, but generally 'good' and bad Hentai situations and Doujins. I will also provide the six numbers for each (or for the first parts of those, at least.).
P.S. Spoiler: The Man (with Serious Moral Compass issues)
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Chapter 1: Shoujo M (1) - (164854)
"This is disgusting."
The three words were met with flinches from the elderly couple that had hired me for this case. It's been just a year, and yet the requests were coming as fast as the first time I opened. This time, I was looking at an old Youtube video which had been uploaded ten years ago, had been deleted but was seemingly preserved by the couple for something rather simple. It was about a confession made by their son, something about his deplorable experience in seducing and raping one of the young girls he tutored up until he left to study at Tokyo U. It was genuine, damning, but not the principal element which drew me to deal with this case.
"Morita-san, I really hope you're not asking me to investigate in favor of your son. I will not condone helping a known pedophile."
"I-It's not that, Dawson-san. We- We need your help about something that happened to someone that was once tied to Hide- Our son. I'm referring to his wife, Yoriko-chan."
I blinked, my brain finally catching a few names for once. Sure, I knew that Mr. and Mrs. Morita bore a curious last name, but the presence of a video and the introduction of two names gave me the conclusive proof to determine the kind of shit I was going to face. Shoujo M, it was a multi-work series that was infamous for its thriller/psychological drama genre. A little yandere got the chance of getting a slave out of a lolicon teacher, Hide Morita. The mere thought I was going to unravel the 'End' was far from pleasant.
"What about her, Morita-san?" I inquired some more, wanting some extra info as to why the parents of the 'victim' got interested in this matter.
"Yoriko-san… she died a few years ago but she wrote a letter that was meant for us," The old woman replied instead of her husband. "Something that we didn't receive until a few days ago since the police was holding it as evidence for any assisted suicide when she… jumped off the window of her room in the hospital."
"It was a normal suicide case but… how did she end up driven to that point? Pressure, stress?"
The woman's husband seemed to grow more upset with the memories I was digging with my interrogation, but they both knew I had to know what they were aware about so that I could make the best job out of this case.
"Attempted Rape. Our son tried to force her but she managed to run away. She was found by a couple of people, completely naked, struggling to keep herself conscious and with internal bleeding," The man recounted as much as he could remember this predicament in the moment. "There was no lawsuit about it, not when Yoriko was quickly diagnosed with a mental breakdown and… confirmed to have developed a form of insanity due to the accident."
Ah yes, something that makes my job kind of easier. There were so many plot holes that were shrouded with the fact nobody cared enough for the known pedophile's panic attacks to discover there was something actually a reason why he was reacting this harshly and why someone managed to get a video of this 'private' confession. I knew what to tackle to get all the answers, and I just needed to say the right word to get the truth out. Still, I needed to instill more interest from my clients. If I did so, I could get a couple more days to get this entire mess done with.
"Apologies for my rudeness with this response but… it doesn't make much sense. Was she mentally fragile from before this situation unfolded?"
The wife frowned. "B-Beg your pardon."
"It's just that while the attack from her own husband would have caused her emotional distraught and physical damage, for her to actually end up with a form of insanity it means she didn't have a decent mental fortitude, right?"
"Actually, no. She was a strong-willed young lady and I think we can both agree she was the one that wouldn't have… been deterred to this point while facing our son."
"Dear… could it be that-"
"Something else happened?" I guessed with a hum, drawing their attention. "After all, I wouldn't be there if there was something more to this story. Could you please show me the content of the letter, the one that Yoriko-san last wrote?"
Rather than a letter, I was given a small piece of paper, and I could easily see what I needed to make this a reasonable motivation to start an investigation.
Beware the little Black Widow. A Cruel Punishment, born from Malice and not Revenge.
Yoriko, you clever girl… Thank you for giving me the winning ticket for the lottery~!
"Morita-san, I believe this is what I was looking for. Yoriko-san gave us the clue that confirmed a theory."
"I don't understand, Dawson-san."
"A Black Widow is a kind of spider that is known to kill their males after they are done mating. It's also a term used to identify women that pursue sex with an individual out of an ulterior motivation than just sex or romance," I elaborated as simply as I could. "The fact she calls it a 'Cruel Punishment' could be seen as something tied to your son's past crimes being the reason behind the 'attack'. In fact, this individual, presumably a woman, has made use of this excuse to buy their silence to do whatever she wants to them. And yes, I believe she also used Yoriko-san's love for her husband to get her to comply with whatever sick fantasy this woman might have enforced on them both."
"T-That sounds so much. Maybe you're exaggerating a bit, Dawson-san?" The elderly woman pointed out nervously, trying to grasp the whole situation even now.
I showed them a serious look. "While right now I can't provide you with proof of this theory, I have a strong suspicion it might be true. Considering the possible gravity of the situation, I would be willing to offer a fifty percent discount considering that the police might end up involved if I'm correct with this hunch and… trust me, I have dealt with cases just like this one in the last year, and I can spot something so dreadful from a mile."
…
"I guess we can try. For… Yoriko-san."
I nodded, smiling as I got paid the first of the many fees which I would end up asking to see this case solved. It wasn't like I was going to do a sloppy job. Not when I really needed to involve the police if I wanted to avoid getting captured while arresting the two suspects of this heinous crime. And the best place to start this kind of investigation was… a place which required the elderly couple's signatures as I would have to check the school frequented by their grandchild. They mentioned that they had learned of this through a few spam emails from the school, but never bothered contacting their son, especially since it was clear the child was the result of his depravity.
Once again, a failure of society to take upon themselves the notion that street justice without some limitations is worse than the criminal they were lynching. Still, I didn't mind. It was good money and I put two dangerous women behind bars. Once I got the signatures, I decided to quickly check the school to see if I could get the teacher of the little girl's class and talk to him in private in the staff's room.
"Okuda-san, apologies for forcing you to take time off from your work," I politely and kindly said as I sat down in front of the teacher.
"N-None of that, D-Dawson-san. Still, I'm surprised that an investigator would be interested in… well, me."
"Not necessarily you, Okuda-san, but to the family of one of your students. Morita Mikage."
His face paled at the name. "O-Oh, her? She is a Fourth Year student from Class 2. W-What about her?"
"Okuda-san, I am not here to arrest you on thoughts. I can just see it on your face that you didn't do anything to her, but you have considered. I suppose she is quite 'open' on many occasions."
His mouth opened, but then he realized that I was being serious about it.
"W-What is going on, Dawson-san?"
"I would suggest you don't give her any other inclination to do anything to her. Her family is currently investigated by me for having led to the suicide of a young woman ten or so years ago," I explained. "I was put in charge by her paternal grandparents to find out what is going on since there is a chance that her father was… 'taken in' the same way she is trying to do with you."
…
"Y-You're joking-"
"Quite the opposite. Which is why I wish you don't pursue any further attempts with the girl and seek help as soon as something weird happens, understood?"
He gulped nervously at my seriousness, but managed to nod. Before he could have said anything more about it, we heard a knock at the door. He tensed up and I frowned. We were quite far from the door from behind, so it was impossible for anyone to have eavesdropped the conversation. The only possible reason he could have behaved like this was-
"It's her, right?"
A nod, and I sighed.
"Act natural, I am a college buddy you made at Tokyo U while I was visiting Japan. Nothing to spoil, leave me to take charge."
A slower nod, but I could tell he was ready to go through this little act.
"Y-You may enter."
The door opened, and it revealed a young girl with a shy but serious look.
"Sensei? I was sent to check on you since you weren't coming to class."
There she is, Mikage Morita herself. The chance for me to get some extra info about her family.
"Oh?" Mikage paused, her gaze moved to stare at me with a hint of surprise and a degree of childish wonder. "You are quite tall, mister."
I chuckled. "Well, I suppose I am quite big. Man, Okkun, you didn't tell me you had such a caring and cute student."
"I-I have many of them like that."
"But she sure seemed worried just as she opened the door. I guess you truly managed to become a super-sensei," I said with a brilliant smile. "Still, I believe I took your time for too long. I hope it wasn't too much, old buddy."
"N-Never, D- Zac."
I smiled and nodded back at that initiative. It helped me paint this scene more realistic in a sense.
"B-Buddy?" The girl repeated, a bit surprised by the commentary.
"Oh, Okkun and I go back a lot when we were students at Tokyo U. He is really hard-working but he is good-willed at work, isn't he?"
She nodded, smiling happily. "He is an amazing teacher."
"See, your cute student agrees with me in that regard," I hummed while I walked up to the door, stopping only before the girl. "By the way, I'm Zachary Dawson, but friends of mine call me Zac."
Thinking about it, Mikage slowly nodded. "Morita Mikage… Zakku-san."
I chuckled. "Close enough, I think you will get the accent off from English words and names by studying some more English. Ah, it's truly a joy to learn new languages and… I have to go. I guess we can arrange that lesson with me later this week, Okkun. Maybe we can discuss this with the headmaster."
"Y-Yeah."
"Well, it was a pleasure, Miko-chan. Remember to treat your sensei with sternness so he doesn't forget to treat his cute students nicely, understood?"
A small smile. "Hai."
And so I proceeded to leave, knowing that I had set the best kind of trap possible. The one tied to the waiting game which would see me as the victor of this battle.
Mikage Morita remained quiet, her gaze narrowing with interest and curiosity at the retreating frame owned by the foreign man, something within her reminding her that Okuda-sensei was her target but… Why not aim for something bigger? Why not prove to mom she was better than just settling with a wimpy teacher of all possible preys around.
And as the little Black Widow pondered a new prey, she failed to realize her current one was now aware of her danger and knew that he would have to keep away from the time being. Of course, fueling interest and ambition, the boldness to either succeed in life… or fail as she didn't recognize the natural predator for her kind.
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Zachary 'Zac' Dawson enters the battlefield. He will claim money, deliver head pats to Lolis and Shotas alike, send sick perverts to jail, and always get his favorite chocolate coffee smoochie when he is done with his long and terrible missions of justice. And money. Mostly money.
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