Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
"Coming!"
A female voice called out from inside the house.
Moments later, the door opened, and a woman with short black hair tied into a ponytail, wearing a beige shirt and a long pink skirt, stepped out and looked at the two people standing before her.
"Hello, you must be Mrs. Minamoto. I'm Shin Yamada. Mr. Yoshio must have told you about us. This is my business card. Oh, and Mr. Yoshio's busy with a meeting right now; he might eat outside and arrive late today."
My bodyguard, dressed in a black suit, handed over his business card politely.
"Ah, hello." Michiko Minamoto took the business card a bit nervously. Then she looked down at me, the boy behind the man. "This must be the Young Lord, right?"
As the attention turned to me, I quickly withdrew my subtle gaze from Michiko's breasts, which were tightly wrapped in a beige shirt, and bowed politely, all while glancing at the information displayed on the system's screen.
——[Michiko Minamoto]——
[Role: Housewife, Shizuka's Mother]
[Age: 33 years old]
[Submission Index: —
Corruption: 0
Obedience: 0
Desire: 10]
[Personality: —
Inherently kind, but strict in matters concerning Shizuka.
Loves to play piano, eat and cook curry rice, and the most precious thing is the pearl necklace given by her daughter and husband.]
[Sex: —
Because her husband had long been secretly drugged by the user and had become impotent, the last time she had sex was years ago.]
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"Hello, Auntie. I'm Takashi Sudo. Please call me Takashi. I'll be staying here with you from now on. Sorry for the trouble, and please take care of me."
"Not at all, not at all, Takashi," she said softly before murmuring under her breath, "What a polite and cute child."
Then she stepped aside and gestured for us to come in.
"We're family from now on. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. We've been looking forward to your arrival. Please, come inside."
Although she invited us both in, the bodyguard understood his boundaries and knew when to withdraw.
"Thank you, Mrs. Minamoto, but I have to take my leave. I was only here to drop off the Young Lord. If there's anything you need, please call me and I'll come immediately. Also..."
He handed over a thick envelope to Michiko, who accepted it subconsciously, but after realizing what it was, she waved her hand, wanting to refuse.
However, before she could say anything, the bodyguard decisively excused himself and left.
"Please don't mind; it's a small token of appreciation from the Chairman."
"This..."
Watching the bodyguard leave and hearing his words, Michiko stood still for a moment, feeling the heavy weight of the envelope.
"How much is this...?" she murmured to herself.
She knew the money inside wasn't a small amount, but she didn't dwell on it in front of me. Instead, she smiled and motioned for me to come inside.
"Come in, Takashi."
"Okay."
Walking through the corridor, Michiko led me to the living room, where a gentle-looking, beautiful girl was sitting at the table waiting for us.
Neatly styled glossy dark hair, large, captivating dark eyes, and her iconic pink top on a blue skirt.
She was Shizuka Minamoto, the female lead of Doraemon.
——[Shizuka Minamoto]——
[Role: Main Female Lead, Student]
[Age: 10]
[Submission Index: —
Corruption: 0
Obedience: 0
Desire: 0]
[Personality: —
Brave, gentle, and kind; always willing to help others.
Likes playing the violin, sweets, climbing trees, bathing, and roasted sweet potatoes.]
[Sex: —
Virgin. Dreams of a prince charming on a white horse.]
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"Hello, I'm Takashi Sudo; you can call me Takashi. I'm going to trouble you starting today. Please bear with me if there are any shortcomings." I bowed politely as I introduced myself.
"No trouble at all," she replied with a gentle smile. "I'm Shizuka Minamoto; just call me Shizuka. Welcome to our home."
She returned my bow and invited me in.
"Don't just stand there; come have dinner with us."
"Alright."
I walked over and set down the backpack I was carrying and started chatting with her.
Seeing how cheerfully Shizuka and I got along, Michiko smiled as she brought the food to the table.
Gently touching my cheek, she asked, "You haven't prepared anything for school yet, right? Let me take you to buy what you need today."
"Don't bother, Auntie. I've got everything ready." I pointed to my backpack.
"These are all the things I need for school. As for other daily necessities, I can buy them myself after school."
"No need to buy any daily necessities," Michiko said, waving her hand with a smile.
"Since we knew you'd be coming, how could we not prepare in advance? We've already bought everything you might need. After breakfast, take a look and tell your aunt if there's anything missing; I'll get it for you today."
"Alright, and thank you very much."
"It's okay, it's okay. This is what I should do. Just think of this as your own home."
Seeing how polite I was, her fondness for me seemed to deepen even further.
We finished dinner quickly.
I offered to help clean up, but Michiko wouldn't let me. Instead, she asked Shizuka to show me around the house, including my room, and to check whether everything she'd prepared was in order.
"Come on, Takashi."
Shizuka said cheerfully, and I followed her upstairs.
There were four rooms upstairs: one for Shizuka, one used as a piano room, one for storage, and one for me.
Good for me, Shizuka's room was right across from mine. As for the adults, they lived downstairs.
My room was a typical Japanese-style bedroom, simple but comfortable. The bedding and other essentials were all prepared, and the toiletries were kept downstairs.
I was quite satisfied with it.
Afterward, Shizuka took me around, showing me the kitchen, the toilet, and finally, the washing area.
The space wasn't large, but it had everything one could need, including a shower and a bathtub.
Looking at the bathtub, I couldn't help recalling all those scenes from Doraemon where Shizuka was often shown taking a bath.
'Now, not only will I be able to enjoy the show live without any censoring, but I'll get to be part of it too... hehe.'
Chuckling inwardly for a moment, I returned to my room, unpacked my belongings, and neatly arranged everything in the cupboard.
Shizuka offered to help, but I refused firmly and sent her out, saying I had some personal things to take care of.
It wasn't exactly a lie, because as soon as she left, I locked the door and lay down on the bed.
Of course, I didn't sleep. Instead, I took a tablet and a pair of earphones from a hidden pocket in my bag. After connecting it to the cameras and microphones installed throughout the house, I began listening and monitoring.
Indeed, the entire house had been fitted with secret surveillance devices.
'After all, who would ever suspect that the people who came earlier to "inspect the house" weren't really there to inspect it? Hehe.'
Time passed. Although I didn't hear anything particularly interesting, I did get to watch a few stripping naked performances of both mother and daughter through the cameras.
'Mrs. Minamoto really has some good assets.'
Not long after, Yoshio arrived home looking tired. Yet despite his fatigue, there was a wide smile on his face, one that said all his troubles had been completely resolved, with a few extra benefits along the way.
His smile grew even wider when, on the screen, I saw Michiko take the thick envelope from her pocket and hand it to him. Yoshio opened it, revealing stacks of 10,000-yen notes.
"This is the money Takashi's bodyguard gave us," Michiko explained softly.
Seeing so much cash, easily several million yen, Yoshio was stunned. It was the equivalent of four or five months of his salary, not to mention the regular allowance he would receive for taking care of me.
"…There's no need to give us so much," Yoshio murmured, staring at the envelope in disbelief. But from the glint in his eyes, it was clear he had no intention of refusing it.
"I didn't want to accept it either, but his bodyguard left too quickly. I couldn't even finish what I was saying before he was gone," Michiko sighed, resting her chin in her hand.
"Then let's just keep it," Yoshio said finally. "After all, the child will be living here. We can use it to buy him some toys and good food."
He was happy, and so was I. He had his money, and I would have his wife and daughter.
'A fair trade, wouldn't you say?'
After all, I couldn't possibly take advantage of such a nice man.
'Hehe.'
We both laughed at the same time, one on the screen and one outside it, each for our own reasons.