Uhm, my name is Minami Satoru.
I like to think of myself as a professional.
I'm twenty-eight years old, with short dark hair, dark eyes, and always dressed in black: black coat, black shirt, black pants, black shoes, black underwear (though that detail is unnecessary).
The idea of this black uniform is to blend into shadows and become invisible.
Unfortunately, the universe has a twisted sense of humor. I tend to attract more attention every single time:
Women glance twice as they pass, men stare longer than they should, kids point at me, and the cops are now my day-to-day companions.
I've stopped asking why it keeps happening. I just accept it as second nature and keep working diligently.
By the way, I have an ability: the ability is simple—I can see through things. Walls, clothes, flesh, whatever stands between me and what I need to observe becomes invisible.
X-ray vision without the radiation, I guess.
And it's pretty handy for surveillance.
Quick Note: I SWEAR ON MY BADGE I'M NOT A PERVERT! I ABSOLUTELY DON'T USE IT TO SPY ON RANDOM PEOPLE IN THE SHOWER OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT!
…Only when the job demands it, though. And right now, the job demands a lot.
My target is Chris.
No last name on record. And no clear gender marker in any database.
He has an androgynous face, medium-length golden hair, blue eyes behind thin glasses, and a small beauty mark under the left one.
His voice is smooth and neutral; meaning he could belong to either gender. But due to his choice of clothes, I refer to him as "male," for now.
The Supernatural Control Organization flagged him years ago because of his side hustle at Comiket. He sells self-published manga and novels...
Okay yeah, nothing's illegal about that. Plenty of creators do it.
But the problem is the content he creates.
Every single story he produces describes real-life crimes committed by the villain known as Dragon Lord Ryū.
I mean, word for word. Even dates, locations, and victim names. Methods of execution, and the exact phrases Ryū whispered to near-dead witnesses.
All these are details no civilian should know.
No to mention, editors approach him constantly, offering juicy contracts, advances, and serialization deals.
But he refuses every single one politely, with a beautiful smile. Then he disappears back into obscurity, till the next Comiket.
For a while now, he has been working for a college kid named Kiyoshi Rin. As a butler, or personal assistant, or manager. Or whatever title you want to give it.
Rin himself is nothing special on paper.
Just an eye-catching second-year at Tokyo Metropolitan University with decent grades. He has no registered ability or magic prowess, and also no criminal record.
He used to live in Nara prefecture with his parents, but now stays with this cute younger sister named Chiyo, two suspiciously perfect maids (Inferna and Munganda), and a hot unemployed girl named Karen who never seems to leave the apartment... or do anything, really.
Occasionally strange visitors show up; powerful-looking types who challenge Rin to fights, then vanish from all surveillance the moment they step inside. Weird, but not my assignment to research.
My assignment is Chris.
Nonetheless, I moved into the apartment next door for easy surveillance. The thinner walls make my ability do the rest effortlessly.
Today is day seventy-three of observation.
I sit in my darkened living room, blinds half-closed, binoculars on the wall even though I don't need them.
The view through the wall is pitch perfect. Rin's apartment is open-plan—kitchen, living room, and the couch in clear sight.
Hmm.
Right now Inferna is riding him reverse on that couch.
Oh god, she's magnificent.
Voluptuous doesn't even cover it.
Her tanned skin glowing under the afternoon light filtering through their curtains, her long red hair swinging like fire as she slams down onto his cock again and again.
Her breasts bounce heavily with each drop, plump and round, her nipples brown and solid.
Those wide, sexy hips roll in such perfect tempo, thick thighs flexing as she swallows him deeper.
GULP!
Her slender hands curls around his leg possessively, the fingers twitching every time she lands a combo on his dick.
The wet slap of skin on skin carries through the wall; though my ability lets me hear them, as if the sound was clarified.
Inferna's expression stays somewhat stoic, and almost emotionless, but her yellow eyes burn with focus, and they roll in occasionally.
Kiyoshi Rin—that lucky bastard—lies beneath her, his arms behind his head, looking utterly bored.
No, he looks even depressed. Like he's waiting for a bus that's perpetually late.
From the kitchen, Chiyo yells, "Someone should clean the bathroom while I cook! It's disgusting in there!"
Inferna doesn't break the rhythm. "A-Are you ready to cum, Goshujin-sama?!" she asks, her voice faint but steady despite the frantic pace.
Rin sighs. "Hm? Ah, sorry. I was just remembering how I couldn't fight Leviathan because of my Lewd Meter that keep going up lately. But yeah, I think I'll cum in… yes, I'll cum in the next three hours."
"Three hours?!" Chiyo spins around from the stove, spatula in hand. "That's unreasonable, Onii-chan!"
Ah, she marches over there, grabs Rin by the wrist, and yanks him out from under Inferna.
His cock slips free with a wet sound, still hard and glistening with Inferna's wetness. Inferna makes a small disappointed noise but sits back on her heels.
Eep! I shouldn't be watching this! But it's too late. I'm addicted already.
"Clean it now." Chiyo drags him toward the bathroom. "I'm not doing everything while you fornicate!"
I take a very, very long sigh and collapse on my chair.
So yeah, as I was saying, there is absolutely nothing special about the bastard, Kiyoshi Rin. And I don't pray to God every day to make him burn in a fire.
Nevertheless, THIS is what I watch every day.
Hours of this… "maintenance," as they call it.
And "Lewd Meter?" they've been saying it a lot, but I have no idea what that actually means.
I've seen Inferna ride him in every position imaginable. Munganda on her knees, her tongue wrapped around him like a sexy rope. Karen bouncing on his groin with her tongue slouching out—that crazed perv.
Even Chris sometimes joins in; giving efficient handjobs while dictating schedules.
And Chiyo… she just watches and blushes. She yells about chores, but she watches. I don't think she should be tormenting herself like that, though.