Chapter 44 - Storming the Instructor's Home

This is the mission to extract information about Suppapan from a hostess with the stage name "Shinatyo." Suppapan is currently the prime suspect in the attempted assassination of the Queen—an investigation I was ordered to carry out. She is the favorite hostess of that very man.

Since she has entertained Suppapan for long hours, it’s possible she’s overheard some crucial testimony or secrets leaked from his mouth. Extracting those was my goal.

However, this girl Shinatyo is incredibly selfish and an utter airhead; she is not my type at all. Not wanting to waste my precious time on a woman like this, I took a more direct approach.

I went all out, splurging on expensive alcohol and ordering round after round to get her in a good mood and thoroughly drunk. Once she was in a dream-like state of intoxication, I secured an "After" with her. As soon as we left the shop, I stripped her down and thrust my penis inside her.

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"Ogoheeeeee! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm cumming! ❤️❤️ I'm cumming, cumming, cumming! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ My pussy is cumming! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"What a loose pussy. Were you spreading your legs for every customer you met as part of your 'service'?"

To be honest, Shinatyo’s interior was a disappointment. There was no grip, just a lukewarm slipperiness—it felt like thrusting into a muddy gutter.

"Nooooo! ❤️❤️ My body is pure! ❤️❤️ I don't use my body for business! ❤️❤️"

"Then you were just born loose. This is a pathetic pussy; you couldn't even make it as a low-rent prostitute."

WHACK! I slapped her buttocks with all my might.

"Piiiieee! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

I thought the impact might make her inner walls tighten up a bit, but it had little effect. I continued to rain down slaps, one after another. The only value this woman’s body had left was for me to indulge my sadistic urges. I certainly couldn't treat Big Sis, Lady Staff, or the Queen with such crude disrespect, after all.

"Agyabaaaaaa!❤️❤️ Don't slap my butt!❤️❤️ Stop hitting my butt! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ It’s going to swell up! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

"It makes your ass look bigger and more attractive."

The various sounds produced by her flesh echoed through the back alley and vanished into the night sky. My sex with Shinatyo was happening outdoors. It would be a waste of money to pay for a hotel for a woman like this.

"Ah, forget it. I can't finish in a trash pussy like this. I’ve heard all the info I need; you’re useless now. ...Here, just go ahead and cum like a pathetic mess."

"Hogeeeeee! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Igieeeeeeee! ❤️❤️❤️❤️"

I thrust powerfully one last time, and the sheer intensity sent her flying. Her whole body spasmed in a massive climax, and once she finished trembling, she slumped into the dirt, utterly spent. She didn't even care that she was covered in filth; her soul had truly been blasted out of her.

"That was some merciless sex...!"

Lisa, who had been watching from the shadows, let out a terrified murmur. As it turns out, she had been worried about us and followed us after the shop closed. She had witnessed the entire outdoor encounter from start to finish.

"Torturing her until she loses consciousness...!? Look at Shinatyo—even after you pulled out, her pussy is still gaping open like a cave. Is that ever going to go back to normal?"

"Regardless, I obtained useful information."

Even during the sex, the interrogation had continued.

As expected, she had shared a vast amount of time with her "VIP," Suppapan, and knew a great deal about him. Most interestingly, the fact that Suppapan became a notorious aristocratic supremacist was a recent development from only the last year or two. Before that, while he was arrogant about his noble birth, he didn't have such a pathological disdain for commoners.

"And to think the cause was this girl...!"

"So it was her. She was the one whispering things into his ear and brainwashing him."

The things Shinatyo confessed included a shocking and unexpected truth. Someone had approached her, knowing she was Suppapan's favorite, and requested that she indoctrinate him with extremist aristocratic ideologies. Shinatyo accepted the job because she was offered a massive reward.

She didn't know who the clients were; not prying into their identity was part of the contract. A truly useless woman who couldn't even give up the most vital lead.

"Influencing a customer's ideology...! If rumors of that get out, the shop will lose its customers and the authorities will shut us down. What she did is a grave violation of our code!"

"Which is why I had no mercy in using her and tossing her aside."

But the situation was becoming increasingly suspicious. The aristocratic supremacists attacking the Queen, and Suppapan being "converted" to those same views at the exact same time... It felt like a stage was being set to frame him.

"Now that suspicion has deepened this much, the only thing left is to confront him directly."

Confront Suppapan himself. Now that I have the cards in my hand, avoiding the direct approach would just be slow and clumsy. It’s time to settle this, black and white.

"What are we going to do with Shinatyo?" Lisa asked.

The wicked cabaret girl was still lying on the street, ass-up and unconscious.

"...Let's leave her like this."

I pulled out a pen and wrote on her swollen buttocks. "One Go: 10 Yen."

(Actually, I wrote it in the script and currency of this world, but that was the gist of it.)

"Now her transformation into a worthless 'toilet woman' in both heart and body is complete. I hope she enjoys being used by every passerby. Besides, once your shop hears what she did, she won’t have a job anyway. This is a fitting new career for her."

At those words, Lisa fell silent.

"And I suppose I'm also 'useless' now, right?"

"Hm?"

"I know. You only came to the shop because you had things to investigate. Now that you're done, there's no reason for you to come back."

Which meant there would be no more chances to see her. I was flustered by how accurately she hit the mark, but...

"It's fine. That's just the nature of the nightlife business. We use stage names, hide our real ones, and share only a fleeting moment."

With that, Lisa pressed her lips to mine and began to undress.

"Just one last thing. 'Lisa' is my stage name. My real name is Sickle."

Sickle—no longer Lisa—stood before me in the moonlight. She stripped off every stitch of clothing, exposing her naked body, and turned her backside toward me.

"As a final memory, won't you violate me outdoors while slapping my butt too? Watching that idiot girl get destroyed... it actually made me wet.❤️❤️"

Wait, that was supposed to be the "disposable" sex for women I didn't want to bond with!

But I suppose women sometimes crave a bit of intense passion. I enjoyed a session of "lovingly violent" sex with Sickle, and in my heart, I vowed to return to the shop and request her again in the future.

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Now... What was it again?

Ah, right. I was supposed to be going for a direct confrontation with Suppapan.

After finishing my investigation at the cabaret club, I’ve become increasingly convinced that rather than being the mastermind behind the Queen’s assassination attempt, he is actually being set up to look like the mastermind.

The actual perpetrators shouted at the top of their lungs that it was the work of the "Aristocratic Orthodox Faction," making it known to everyone that Suppapan was supposedly their leader. It was as if they were screaming at us to suspect him.

The fact that someone went so far as to manipulate his ideologies through a hostess only deepened my suspicions further.

To clear up these doubts, it felt like the time had come to crash into the man himself. And so, I decided to make an appointment with him.

At first, I tried to contact him within the academy. Since I am technically a student at the Royal Academy, I figured I should take advantage of the fact that we share the same "workplace."

The problem, of course, was that even if he had been brainwashed into it, he was still a die-hard elitist, and I was a commoner—the very thing he loathes most. I worried if he’d just say, "Don't come near me, commoner!" and give me no opening at all.

However, when I summoned my courage and spoke to him, his response was unexpectedly calm.

"If you have something to say, I shall hear it at my home. If you like, you should join me for dinner."

He went that far!? It went so smoothly that I actually started to feel uneasy, wondering, "Wait, what's with this perfect timing!?" But he must have sensed my movements as well.

After all, my name is fairly well-known as the hero who saved the Queen. He’s likely wary of me and wants to see what I'm up to.

And so, I found myself invited to the home of the Instructor, Suppapan...

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"Allow me to introduce you. This is my wife."

The person I was introduced to first was a lady with a very composed atmosphere. Wearing clothes in calm, chic tones and her hair tied back modestly, she exuded a sense of mature charm.

Suppapan, you bastard. You married such a beautiful woman and yet you spend your time frequenting cabaret clubs? And on top of that, getting obsessed with a piece of trash like Shinatyo?

"Hmph. We have been married for many years now, and yet she is a useless thing who has failed to conceive a child. The wife of a noble must become pregnant quickly to preserve the noble bloodline, yet she cannot even fulfill her most vital duty satisfactorily."

"How can you say that to her...!?"

"Hurry and prepare dinner. I have business to discuss with this brat."

Even after being insulted so harshly, the wife didn't offer a single word of protest; she simply replied, "Yes." The shadow of sorrow on her expression was faintly alluring. I wonder if she feels small because of her inability to "bear a child"?

"Now then. Under normal circumstances, even speaking to a commoner youth would be painful for me, but I suppose I cannot say that now. Considering what you have been doing."

Inside the manor, just the two of us faced each other head-on. Honestly, if I’m going to be alone with someone, I’d much prefer it to be a woman.

"I imagine you think I am the one who ordered the Queen’s assassination?"

He came right out with it.

"It was not me. Killing Her Majesty the Queen... how could I possibly do something so sacrilegious?"

"However, it's not just me; many people suspect you."

For starters, I obscured my own intentions and presented the general public's view.

"The perpetrators were shouting about Aristocratic Orthodoxy, and you are positioned as the spearhead of that movement. Even without evidence, it's only natural to be suspected. If you claim you aren't the culprit, you must show evidence of that yourself."

"How is one supposed to show evidence of something they haven't done!?"

True enough. That’s the "Proving a Negative" (Devil's Proof) problem.

"You hold the right of succession alongside Knight Commander Lespar, but at the moment, you are considered inferior to him. If the Queen were to die suddenly without officially naming a successor, you are undoubtedly the one who stands to gain. Crimes are committed so that the criminal may profit."

"And so you claim I would kill the Queen!? That is a leap in logic! Is that forced, distorted reasoning the best a commoner can manage!?"

"I’m not the only one who suspects you; the world does. You need to be more desperate in your self-defense. Otherwise, before you know it, you'll be treated as the culprit and find yourself climbing the steps to the guillotine."

"I told you I am not the culprit!!"

Judging by the feel of it, Suppapan really doesn't seem like the mastermind. If he were the true villain, he would have anticipated this suspicion and prepared several excuses to deflect it.

If he were presenting a defense, his counterarguments should be more logical, but he’s been giving nothing but emotional reactions. As a "true culprit," his response is far too pathetic.

...However, that’s just my personal impression. To confirm objectively that he isn't the culprit, I desperately need objective evidence. Yet it seems the suspect himself cannot provide any.

Just what should I do...!

"Um... excuse me."

At that moment, the door creaked open, and the wife I had met earlier entered the room. It’s still hard to believe that such a beautiful woman married someone like Suppapan.

"Dinner is ready. Please come to the dining hall."

"Hmph, finally. A slowpoke who can't even do a simple task efficiently. If you were one of the students in my charge, I would have expelled you long ago."

I thought the preparation was actually quite fast, but is he just making up excuses to complain? It seems this couple’s relationship is not good at all.

Claiming that entertaining a guest is a sign of a noble's magnanimity, he gave me a hollow show of hospitality. To be fair, the food and wine were delicious. However, Suppapan, who was supposed to be the host, took the lead in eating and drinking, emptying several bottles of wine in short order.

He might be stressed from being framed as a criminal, but isn't he drinking a bit too much?

"There isn't enough wine! Bring more quickly, you slowpoke!"

"Right away...!"

And he continues to be harsh to his wife... At that pace, it was only natural that he’d pass out early. Within an hour, Suppapan was completely intoxicated. He rolled over and began to snore loudly.

"I am so sorry, making a guest do manual labor like this...!"

"I can't exactly let a lady carry a middle-aged baldy like this. Oh, excuse me—I shouldn't call someone's husband a 'middle-aged baldy.'"

I tossed the drunken Suppapan and his bald head onto the bed. And so, I found myself alone, facing his wife.

I have to say, this wife has a very erotic body.

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