Chapter 218 - I Brought the Three Musketeers of Enjo-Kou Along
First, I was to be taken to the nearest police station.
After being held in the station's detention cell and undergoing a mere formality of an interrogation, it seemed I would be transferred to Tokyo Detention House.
...A detention cell is, in short, a place like a cesspool where local criminals gather, isn't it?
Moreover, it's a certainty that there will be nothing but men there.
Coming from a man who was just enjoying the soft skin of young girls until a moment ago, the drop in quality is terrible.
Well, I suppose an adult male who enjoys the soft skin of girls deserves to be arrested.
Even if it weren't a staged arrest, I live a life where being caught is only natural.
It feels like: two years in prison for sleeping beside girls, three years for having my body wiped with freshly removed underwear, and a life sentence for having my body washed with tongues.
If they were to examine my body in detail right now, a death sentence might even be possible due to the detection of girls' saliva all over my body.
No, that's not it, Officer. The girls living with me just confuse exfoliating towels with their own tongues. It's a mental illness, it contains no sexual elements whatsoever...
While I was spinning a confession in my heart that was definitely a guilty verdict, the patrol car kept driving, and before I knew it, it had come to a stop.
What loomed arrogantly ahead was the police station.
It seems we have arrived at the destination.
Even though I'm only acting out an arrest, it's strange how looking at this building makes me feel an intense sense of guilt.
Just the fact that it's a place where officers hang out gives it a strange sense of intimidation.
"Please step out."
Since I was prompted to disembark, I replied, "Yeah," and stepped out of the patrol car. Of course, my hands were still handcuffed, and a rope was around my waist.
With this, if I hunch my back and pull up my hood, the perfect "respectable suspect look" that would be embarrassing anywhere is complete.
I say this myself, but I feel like this kind of outfit suits me.
"Well then, please take care of the cat until I come out."
"Huh?"
"You probably can't bring pets inside, right?"
I tried asking them with a smile, but the female officers maintained expressions like Noh masks.
I thought they were probably just being serious since they were in the middle of a mission to rescue their boss, but thinking about it properly, I am a man carrying physical evidence of having engaged in lewd acts with minors, so they might just be feeling normal disgust.
Actually, it's definitely that.
I'm feeling a bit depressed now.
As I hung my head dejectedly, the female officers also stepped out of the patrol car and firmly flanked my left and right.
I suppose we'll head into the station in this state.
Erin will be home alone for a while.
Are these big sisters actually going to feed her properly?
While feeling immense anxiety, I moved my feet and passed through the front entrance.
After completing some incomprehensible administrative procedures, I was led through the station, wandering around, toward the area where the detention cells were located.
"Isn't that the magician, Nakamoto?"
"What did that guy do..."
I could hear the staff whispering rumors, but I maintained a stance of trying my best to ignore them.
"From here on, we will leave it to the male staff."
What does that mean? I wondered, tilting my head, but then an event began that made me understand immediately.
Ah, I see, a body search...
I wonder if it's true that they even check the anus; it seems pretty true, dammit, Sugitani-san, I'll make sure you pay plenty in gratitude later!
After my body was searched literally every nook and cranny, I was thrown into a room about eight tatami mats in size. Naturally, it had iron bars.
Since it wasn't originally built as a place for long stays, I was told not to expect much in terms of sleeping comfort.
It looks like there are already guests, too.
...Guests. In short, real criminals.
Being locked up for hours with those guys is the worst environment ever.
As I sat down with a sigh, I was addressed in a familiar voice.
"Oh? Isn't it Master Nakamoto. Just what on earth did you do?"
A man with sharp eyes sitting cross-legged in the left corner of the room.
It was Gondo.
"Why are you here... no, I guess it's perfectly normal for a Yakuza to be in a detention cell."
"That's right. Crime is my job, after all."
"So, what did you do?"
"I tried to propose a solicitation for sex to a high school girl I met on SNS, and well, I got reported."
"That's just the usual you."
"I'm thinking of doing a plea bargain since this isn't very dignified," Gondo said, glaring at the ceiling.
"Can you do that in Japan? Such a thing."
"I don't know. But it's worth a try. In exchange for leaking some information to the police, I'll have them change the charge to attempted murder."
"...Doesn't that make the crime heavier in reverse?"
"Yeah. It's not dignified for a Yakuza to be arrested for failing at compensated dating. I'll definitely get bullied in the slammer like this, so I have to somehow become the perpetrator of a violent incident."
I've never heard of someone negotiating to have a heavier crime imposed just for the sake of their reputation...
As I let out an exasperated sigh, this time a voice from the right corner of the room said, "Nakamoto-san?"
"Nakamoto-san... isn't it Nakamoto-san!"
It was Producer Kurosawa.
"What a coincidence, meeting you in a place like this."
"...Just what on earth did you do?"
"Goodness, I'm ashamed to say, I proposed a pillow business to a female talent, and I ended up being reported. Since the other party was a minor, it became a big deal."
They're hopeless... these guys are truly hopeless...
While I was completely appalled, Gondo turned the question to me.
"So, what did you do, Master?"
"Me?"
There was no way I could say: "Arrested red-handed for the crime of making a minor girl create a 'Uterus-Beating Ticket'..."
"A fight, it was a fight. I accidentally almost killed my opponent..."
"I see. Well, if you're a man, that kind of thing happens."
"Nakamoto-san has a good build, after all," Producer Kurosawa nodded.
Even so, my acquaintances are nothing but criminals... King Leo is also a habitual offender of fighting and extortion...