"Mister?"
As the person who called him was confused since he seemed to be standing in a place, seemingly in a daze, Nifuji woke up and decided to think about this problem later, and accepted the offer of the kind person to smoke first.
Yup, let's smoke first and think later.
Only, when he came closer to the source of the voice and the person who had called him, it surprised him when he saw that it was a woman.
Yes, he had some doubts before, thinking that the one who called him was a woman, as her voice was quite soft, but when he saw that she was really one, it still surprised him. However, he didn't show it on his face, and he quickly calmed down, but even so, he couldn't help but observe her features.
She was familiar, he thought.
With reddish hair that she tied with a hair clip on the back, punk or goth aesthetic style of clothing, and many piercings on her ears, yet with a beautiful, fair face.
Despite the woman appearing like a punk, or even a "gyaru," he didn't harbor much prejudice, since, compared to everything that happened in this world, this type of style was practically harmless.
As for the smoking habit, not only men, but women also needed a way to cope since even if he, who was also an exceptional employee, needed to smoke, so wasn't it weird of him to judge others just because they smoked?
"Thank you."
"No problem."
The woman smiled lightly as she patted the crate box for liquor. "Sit here."
"Is it okay?"
"It's fine."
"Thanks." Nifuji thought that he would stand up or squat, but as there was a crate, he decided not to waste this woman's kindness. He flipped the crate, patting it carefully, making sure that it was tough enough before he sat down slowly, then let out his breath as he could finally relax.
"You're welcome." The woman smiled, observed him for a moment, and—
"Good work."
He was quite surprised by how she seemed to notice his exhaustion, but he smiled softly and thanked her back. "Thank you. Thanks for your hard work, too."
The woman only smiled, yet her expression was softened despite her "gyaru," punk, or unapproachable image, which made her so gentle and soft.
At the same time, he also confirmed who this woman was.
Yamada-san.
It was her name, and even if she dressed differently, and even changed her image, he knew that she was one of the women, the cashier, or the staff of the supermarket, whom he often, or even repeatedly came across, as her smile was just relaxing for him.
Rather, out of all the cashiers at the supermarket, she was the cutest.
Oh, there was more, but the other was a married woman, so... well... it was clear what he wanted to say, right?
Still, did he hit on that cute cashier known as Yamada?
No, he just knew her name from the name tag, which she usually put on her apron when she worked, but whether it was her real name or not, he wasn't sure, nor did he plan to ask that, at least for now, since he wanted to relax his body first.
Nevertheless, he really had done a good job because he was patient and did his work faithfully. But the price of that was high, as his mood was quite bad, thinking of the previous client who talked for several hours, yet he had to listen to the story as if it were the most interesting tale in the world. Then, there was also the previous accident where the smoking spot had disappeared.
Fortunately, he had eaten, or else his mood would have been even worse.
As for the system, he would check it after he smoked, so he lit up his cigarette, smoking the nicotine, letting it seep into his lungs and his entire body, making the dopamine and adrenaline in his body rush and making him feel comfortable.
Yes, smoking was bad, and it would make people die early, yet sometimes, compared to living, it might be better to die faster, he thought; that way, he had no need to work hard, and just relaxed in the realm of death.
Still, shaking away all the distractions, he decided to focus on his system, the Sugar Papa system.
"..."
"Speechless" was the right word to describe his moment, since out of all the systems, why did he get this one?
However, beggars can't be choosers, so he just decided to appreciate it; then he moved on to learn what kind of system it was.
'Oh?'
The job of the system was simple: to turn him into the best Sugar Papa in the world, and the more Sugar Babies he kept, the better.
It was easy, he thought, but not all women could be his sugar babies, and only those who were accepted by the system could become one.
So, what did he get if he made a sugar baby?
If it were a normal situation, he would get the happiness that every man could get when they took care of a sugar baby.
What kind of happiness was that?
"........"
Let's not talk about that, since he knew that the majority of men must know what he talked about, but from the system, if he got a sugar baby, he could get a random reward, which was quite interesting.
Yet, the reward wasn't the only thing that made him interested; instead, as he spent money on his sugar baby, all the money that he spent would return to his account ten times the original amount!
In other words, if he spent 100,000 yen (1000 USD), then he would get 1,000,000 yen (100,000 USD)!
Even the cryptocurrency investment was no match for his investment in a sugar baby!
Amazing, he thought.
'Also, the previous reward...'
'You have received the "Seeding Uncle" ability.'
"...."
There were many words that he wanted to say, but he just kept them to himself, as it was meaningless to say anything.
Still, before all of that, what is "Seeding Uncle"?
While the term is quite unfamiliar, many men are likely familiar with the concept of the "Seeding Uncle," especially those who frequently read hentai stories.
Yes, the "Seeding Uncle" was that uncle who conquered many women, whether they were young or married women, with their enormous phallus, beast-like stamina, and insatiable sex drive despite their big belly and old age.
So, did he get such an ability?
He wasn't sure, as he hadn't accepted his reward, but the beast-like stamina of the "Seeding Uncle" was quite attractive since, as he grew older, even if he didn't want to, his stamina wasn't like it was when he was young.
In reality, the "Seeding Uncle" was like an existence that hardly existed, as most men spent their time in the office, sitting in front of a computer, and hardly working out.
Moreover, with a big belly, how could they have a big wee-wee?
Yes, there might be some exceptions, but in most cases, the fat on the body would make men's wee-wee much smaller.
Nevertheless, as he got this ability, he couldn't stay here any longer, as he was thinking about checking his ability, especially with the ability of the system that allowed him to earn ten times the money that he spent on his sugar baby!
'But let's get a sugar baby first.'
He didn't have a sugar baby, nor did he even plan to have one before, but after he got this system, he had to get a sugar baby. It didn't matter who they were, but preferably, he wanted to get one that was easy or even had no need for trouble to get, a simple transaction, since instead of a feeling, where he had to woo the woman from the beginning, using romance, which was troublesome, considering how busy his job was, he wanted to get money and check what kind of rewards he got from the system if he got a sugar baby.
So, he thought to excuse himself to this kind woman, who had offered him a place to smoke. He was eager to go back, but when he turned his head, preparing an excuse to go home, he was stunned when the woman came closer as if about to kiss him.
"!?"
He almost dropped his cigarette, or even fell down from the crate where he sat, but he quickly forced himself to calm down since it was impossible for them to kiss as they had a cigarette on their lips.
Moreover, his cigarette was burnt, so if she pressed further, she might be burnt by the tip of his cigarette, so the only explanation was—
Did she want to light up her cigarette by pressing the tip of her cigarette toward his burnt cigarette?
How bold!
As expected of a gyaru, he thought.
He knew that it might be prejudice, but those women, who were gyaru, usually quite experienced in that area, or rather, they often played around, but as their gaze met and the tip of their cigarette was about to meet, like how two lips would press together when two people kissed, her face flushed red before she looked away shyly.
"....."
Unlike the others, this one is pure, he thought.
"Cute."
The word on his heart came out subconsiously as he continued to smoke, but as the nicotine entered his lungs once again, he felt a jab on his side, making him cough pathetically, thinking that it was better to stop smoking.
"Geho! Geho! Geho!"
"I am sorry!"
Along with the woman's panicked apology, her face was filled with guilt and regret as she patted his back softly with her tender hand.
"...."
At that moment, he felt that he should continue to smoke for now.
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Attempt to make myself excited about writing again.