Yoshihiro Shimoda, standing beside them with his slippers on the wrong feet and his head bowed, listened to everything. His hands were tightly clenched into fists. A thin, unidentifiable liquid dripped from his clenched fists and quickly evaporated.
His greasy face was contorted in a ferocious expression. His usually bean-sized eyes were wide open, and his black pupils were filled with savage hostility.
"Ahem, Shimoda... you have no objection, right?" Taro Takahiro finally remembered the former manager standing nearby and formally asked for his opinion. Of course, if he were foolish enough to refuse, he wouldn't be working anymore.
Taro Takahiro just recalled that the disheveled man with his slippers on backward was Mao Nakaizumi's younger brother. He then remembered the beautiful Mao Nakaizumi in her OL uniform. He had feelings for her and planned to pursue her. A few days ago, Mao Nakaizumi had approached him, asking him to use his connections to find a job for her younger brother.
Taro Takahiro reluctantly agreed, thinking it would put Mao Nakaizumi in his debt, allowing him to ask her out for dinner to deepen their relationship. But now, he hesitated. He felt uneasy knowing Mao Nakaizumi had a brother like this.
He had heard about Mao Nakaizumi's brother before. He heard that in junior high, he had attempted to sexually assault a female classmate. Not only did he fail, but he was arrested by the police and sent to a juvenile correctional facility. He was released two weeks later and then stayed at home until his parents kicked him out.
Mao Nakaizumi couldn't bear to see her younger brother like that and used her own allowance to rent him a place to live. Unexpectedly, Mao Nakaizumi's parents were so devastated by their son's actions that they fell ill and died while she was in college.
Mao Nakaizumi had to work and study simultaneously. She eventually became an insurance salesperson and married. But shortly after their child was born, her husband was killed by a dump truck during a business trip. She raised her child alone. Taro Takahiro met her during a sales pitch and, upon hearing about her from her friends, considered Mao Nakaizumi a strong and kind person, developing an uncontrollable affection for her.
"N-No objection." Yoshihiro Shimoda felt even more humiliated when Taro Takahiro couldn't even recall his name, but he knew he had to submit when under someone else's roof.
If it weren't for the two JK girls in this store, he would have left a long time ago. How could he endure this crap?
If I can't stay here, there are other places for me. I can just ask my sister to find me another job, or just live off her. After all, she's my sister. Who else would help me?
Of course, it would be even better if we could become family.
Thinking this, Yoshihiro Shimoda, who had previously felt humiliated, now wore a lecherous smile again.
"Fei-yu-kun, this is my business card. If you need anything, you can call the number on it." Taro Takahiro nodded upon hearing Yoshihiro Shimoda's reply and handed his business card to Ho Fei-yu.
"Thank you, Taro-kun." Ho Fei-yu thanked him. Although he was his wife's employee, he showed such dedication, so Ho Fei-yu should show respect and not be arrogant.
"Alright, I'll be going then. Fei-yu-kun, be sure to call me if you need anything. I'll gladly risk my life."
"Okay, goodbye." Ho Fei-yu waved at Taro Takahiro, who was already in his car but had rolled down the window to give him last-minute instructions.
Taro Takahiro drove away, and a strange silence fell over the area.
"Manager... Ho Fei-yu..." Yoshihiro Shimoda uttered those words with an air of deep humiliation. When he didn't hear a reply, he looked up and saw Ho Fei-yu was already inside the store. His greasy face alternated between white and red.
He felt slightly better after cursing Ho Fei-yu's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind.
He was even more determined to quickly gain compromising leverage over the two JK girls, turn them into his rag dolls, and take them back to his "Pleasure House" (a simple cardboard house) to slowly enjoy them. Once he had leverage over his sister's daughter, a slight threat would ensure a continuous flow of money for his entertainment. If he ran out of money, he could even post their photos on ambiguous apps and make them sell their bodies for cash.
Thinking this, he almost burst out laughing. It seemed that day was not far off.
The two girls inside the store were wide-eyed, unable to believe that the boy who was just applying for a job had become the manager in such a short time.
The conversation outside wasn't masked, and since there were no customers at this time, the entire exchange was clearly audible to them.
Yui Nakaizumi's moe face was filled with admiration as she looked at Ho Fei-yu, her brown pupils sparkling like stars. She thought he was incredible.
Shiori Fuyutsuki's expression was calm now, but she was still surprised inside. She hoped this boy wouldn't be as lecherous as the previous fat manager, Yoshihiro Shimoda.
"Moody Blues." Ho Fei-yu generally observed their expressions, then found the changing room. He went inside, found a new uniform, and changed into it. At the same time, he summoned a Stand that was completely blue, with its eyes, shoulders, back of the hands, and knees shaped like old-fashioned telephone receivers.
"Set the location to the changing room, starting ten days ago with Yoshihiro Shimoda."
"Hmm? No reaction? Is the time wrong?"
"Nine days, eight days, six days."
Finally, on the sixth day, Moody Blues walked to the changing room door. Its appearance began to transform into Yoshihiro Shimoda, mimicking his every movement. Ho Fei-yu planned to investigate whether he had installed surveillance cameras like in the anime.
But the recording only showed Yoshihiro Shimoda changing clothes, and then walking out of the changing room. Moody Blues entered a standby state.
"Moody Blues, accelerate." Ho Fei-yu whispered. Moody Blues began to speed up the playback. The time accelerated until this morning, where it only showed him changing clothes without any other actions. Ho Fei-yu recalled Moody Blues.
"It seems he hasn't started yet."
"Then I'll wait for him to expose himself while working to earn money." Ho Fei-yu walked out of the changing room. It was good that he hadn't started yet. This meant the two girls had not yet been defiled by this greasy, peeping fat man.