Chapter 221 - Withdrawal Symptoms
The next morning.
I was being transported to the detention center, swaying in a transfer bus with a waist rope and handcuffs on.
By the way, I wasn't the only one on board.
Not only was the detective in charge riding along, but other suspects who had been interrogated at nearby police stations were also on board.
Incidentally, since I wasn't being treated as a criminal yet, smoking was freely allowed inside.
The other suspects were puffing away on their cigarettes, and the inside of the vehicle was horribly reeking of tobacco.
Unable to bear it, I furrowed my brow, and the detective sitting next to me spoke up.
"Once you're in the detention center, you won't be able to smoke. Have one now while you can."
He held out a single cigarette.
It was probably an act of pure kindness, but I, who had been thrown into another world at fifteen, had no habit of smoking.
The origin of tobacco is South America. It's something completely unrelated to a medieval European-style other world.
I shook my head and politely declined, saying, "It's not that I'm being polite. I don't smoke in the first place."
"I see,"
the detective muttered, and with a somewhat lonely expression, he said, "Kids these days don't drink or smoke, huh."
Judging by his appearance, he was in his early fifties. From his generation, I apparently fell into the category of "kids these days."
"I know about you. You're the magician Nakamoto, right? You seem like a serious guy, so why are you in a place like this? What exactly did you do?"
It seemed this man didn't know my charges.
"It's a woman problem."
"Oh. Did you punch someone in a lover's quarrel?"
"No... I had a relationship with a minor."
"I see. You've got a face that stands out for a performer, after all. Hey, if you're a performer, even if you cheat or sleep with a high school girl, you can make a comeback soon enough. It wouldn't be that easy if you were an actor or an idol, though."
"It's a profession where even a messed-up private life is somehow forgiven, huh."
"If you're born handsome, maybe you should become a performer these days... But still, don't do it again, alright?"
"I understand."
He didn't seem like a bad person.
It would take over an hour to get to the detention center from here, so I let out a sigh of relief.
If the guy next to me had been a difficult old man, the ride would have been the worst. I was thinking such things inside the bus as it smoothly rounded a curve.
But this seemingly good-natured detective would end up tormenting me.
I noticed something was wrong about five minutes later.
A nasty smell, like old oil, was drifting from beside me.
After checking discreetly so as not to be noticed, I confirmed that the source of the smell was definitely that detective.
It was what you'd call an old man smell.
"...!"
This was bad.
For the past few weeks, I had been surrounded by teenage girls both at home and in the studio, so my tolerance for bad smells had dropped drastically.
For someone who regularly smells and tastes girls, this old man stench was pretty harsh.
On top of that, the smell of tobacco and the body odor of the other suspects mixed in, making me feel increasingly sick.
I felt like I might have a bit of car sickness too.
"Ugh..."
"What's wrong? You look pale. Car sick?"
Damn, why did this happen?
Why was I, first thing in the morning, surrounded by a smell like the smoking area of a construction site?
Normally, my morning would start with a kiss from the girl sleeping next to me.
I was supposed to wake up smelling a really nice scent.
Today was supposed to be... Angelica and Rio's turn for sleeping together.
If I hadn't been arrested, I would have woken up with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Western beauty and a black-haired, beautiful high school girl sucking on my tongue.
Then I would have peeled off Angelica, who would be pestering me with "Let me see, let me see!" at the part that had changed due to morning physiology, and for no particular reason, I would have groped Rio's breasts before heading to the bathroom.
Then, opening the door with sleepy eyes, I would meet the gaze of Philia, who was in the middle of relieving herself.
It was a common occurrence.
If Philia was sane, she would look down embarrassedly and say, "Hero-dono is quite forward in the morning," launching into a romantic comedy event.
When she wasn't sane, I would enter a special fetish route of wiping the lower half of a babbling Philia.
Either way, it was still flirting with a beautiful woman in the bathroom from the morning.
After finishing those obscene events, when I headed to the living room, I would see Ayako-chan's back as she made breakfast.
I would call out, "What are you making?" while playing with Chloe and Erin, who would be clinging to my arm.
Then, Ayako-chan would turn around with a ladle in hand, and her young wife vibe would get me riled up, leading me to taste both the breakfast and Ayako-chan.
After that, for no particular reason, I would grope Erin's breasts, or since she was my real daughter and I couldn't have erotic events with her, I could at least help her change, so I would take off Chloe's pajamas—I was supposed to be living a daily life filled with soft, good-smelling female hormones, so why was I here in this vehicle with only men, covered in the stench of nicotine...
"Guh... ngh... guh..."
"What's going on!? Are you going to throw up!?"
Seeing me suddenly start writhing, the stinky detective panicked.
"...N-no good... withdrawal symptoms are kicking in..."
Come to think of it, the last female smell I caught was the body odor of the policewoman, and that was half a day ago.
Besides, those women weren't that young.
There was clearly a lack of the scent of a young girl.
I could feel my body screaming, craving the fragrance of an underage girl.
"Were you on drugs too!? Cocaine!? Marijuana!? I hear there are a lot of celebrities who do that...!"
"Give me Angelica... give me Angelica... I want to inhale the stuffy scent of Angelica, filling my nasal passages..."
"Is Angelica the name of a new drug!? Is that stuff going around now!?"
Shaking his shoulders, the detective repeated his questions, no, his interrogations.
"Tell me! What route did you get it through!?"
"It's obviously from another world... Ugh... I want to bury my nose in Angelica's sweaty cleavage and take a deep breath..."
"Another world? ...Damn, you're completely tripping. The drugs haven't worn off yet, have they?"
"When we get to the detention center, you're getting a urine test right away!" the detective threatened, but my ears were already barely hearing anything.