Chapter 152 – 152 – 3rd Floor. Trapped in a Japanese Detention Center.
I remember everyone sighing at my introduction.
In particular, Hikari let out a long sigh, then he held my hand tightly and said:
“Whoa… , Haaa… How come the West… , Every time you go out, a line of women comes… From now on, you are prohibited from going out…”
“Huh?”
“How come you get one woman every time you go out? “Is it a long time, so there are two of us?”
Hikari’s cuteness was mixed, but she whined at me in a dissatisfied voice and fell into my arms.
I hugged her delicate body, patted her back, and accepted her whining and pouting.
When I held Hikari warmly and comforted her, she started sniffling with tears in her eyes, and she stayed in my arms for a while… She couldn’t even put her head out in my arms, her face red, as if she was embarrassed because she cried in front of other women.
And after a while, when she calmed down, she glared at me and said, But her mouth was forcing a smile.
“You are really not allowed to go out from now on.”
“Why?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know?”
Hikari held onto my body tightly with a forced smile on her face and spoke while smiling. I was a little scared because it seemed like she wasn’t smiling, but since it had been a while since we had seen each other, she immediately put her dick in my pussy.
Hikari, Kyoka, and Kaoru were all so excited that they tried the vibrating cock function.
After climaxing continuously and fainting, I couldn’t come to my senses.
“Hoot… ! Oooh… ! Whoa… ♡ Ah… ! No way…!!”
Next, I showed off my drug and drug dick, addicting it only slightly and making it horny.
I guess I should say that I didn’t want to give a strong addiction to the pussy slaves on the third floor of the tower… , I didn’t really feel the need because they were sushi girls and bitches who followed what I said anyway.
Still, I felt a bit bored and empty if I didn’t walk at all, so I walked very weakly.
It is less addictive than cigarettes and has mild withdrawal symptoms.
It wasn’t at all the kind where I couldn’t live my daily life without my dick. It was a drug addiction.
I was having fun with 5 people like that for over a month… , Then one day.
The police came to Hikari’s house.
And I was arrested for the sexual harassment incident on the last train by police officers with an arrest warrant.
Originally, he could not be arrested for sexual harassment, but he had a history of eluding railroad police and running away, so it seemed like a warrant had been issued.
I heard somewhere that Japan and Korea have similar legal systems, so arrests for sexual harassment are not easy.
In fact, it is said that Korea followed a lot of Japanese laws or something… , I think I heard it was an influence of colonial rule.
“Ohta Jun. Sexual harassment on the train and running away. Do you remember? “This time, it would be better not to run away and just be caught.”
Ohta Jun. This is my name in the world of ‘Absolute Cock’, the third floor of the tower.
I was thinking about pulling out a gun from subspace and killing all the police officers… , I was barely pregnant holding back for fear that the girls would get caught up.
Currently, Hikari, Kyoka, and Kaoru are three months pregnant, and Rino and Miho are two months pregnant.
Unlike Kyoka, Kaoru, and Rino, who were shocked when several police officers came to their house.
Miho and Hikari pretended to be calm and told me to be obedient to the arrest as they would release me from custody with bail.
“Sir, calm down first. We will bail you out as quickly as possible, so please follow the procedures with the police. “You know, right?”
Later, when I heard what they were thinking, they said that they were afraid that if they saw me shaking and ran away again, the situation would get worse.
Actually, that wasn’t it, I was thinking about killing all the police officers…
Hikari and Miho worked hard to stop me, so that didn’t happen.
And in fact, they kept their word that they would get it out with bail as quickly as possible.
They even hired an expensive lawyer… , Which could be considered unusual, released me from the detention center on bail after 3 days.
However, during those three days, I suffered a humiliation that I could not forget.
The Japanese police officers who arrested me and secured my custody escorted me to Tokyo and imprisoned me in the Tokyo Detention Center.
It’s not the police from the area where Hikari was, but the police from Tokyo, so it’s under their jurisdiction, or something…
In Japan, you have to take a picture of your butt before being imprisoned in a detention center. It’s called an anal exam… , Is this the same in Korea?
I think it’s probably similar all over the world.
They say it’s because there are some idiots who hide things in their anuses.
‘… Fuck!’
I really thought about taking out a gun in subspace and killing them all… , Thinking of the five pussy slaves who were pregnant with my child, and believing that they would take it out as quickly as possible, I held it in.〈 Br〉
So, I was imprisoned in a detention center in Tokyo, Japan.
“And… , It looks like I was imprisoned in a Japanese detention center during my life…”
I spent some time with a positive mindset, wondering when I would ever experience living in a Japanese kampang again in my life.
(Not a cellar. It’s a detention center.)
The pussy slaves visited me every day, so it wasn’t particularly difficult mentally.
However, I didn’t like it because the visiting time was too short.
Just 10 minutes a day? Isn’t it humanely too little to visit?
Anyway, then I got a motive for the detention center. Since it was a two-person room, it was inevitable.
My classmate at the detention center was a guy who worked at a host bar, and he looked like the kind of disgusting gisaeng guy you would find in a typical Japanese host bar.
What do they say about these kids? Ikeman? No, Ikeman is a handsome man. Anyway, they look like the Japanese version of the Swallows who seduce women and live as pillars.
“… Ah, it’s unfair. It’s unfair!”
This host bar friend had many things that were unfair.
Roughly speaking, it is said that he was wrongfully arrested after being bitten by a really ugly flower snake.
“Shut up because it’s noisy.”
“What dude?”
When I told him to shut up because he was noisy, the muscleless gisaeng brother swallow chick rolled his eyes and imitated a yakuza, so I punched him right in the solar plexus.
“… Gagging, … “Wow.”
“Do you want more? Or do you want to be quiet?”
“… Aniki (brother), … Joe, I will be quiet.”
From then on, this guy treated me as his older brother and called me “Aniki (big brother).”
And even though his attitude toward me changed, he was really upset about being locked up in the detention center.
“I heard you were an ugly bitch… Ah-oh… , Even if you do get bitten, it wouldn’t be unfair if you were bitten by such an ugly bitch. … Aniki, please understand my unfairness.”
“I don’t know. You bastard. Quiet. “I’m already trapped and I’m pissed.”
“Brother, how did you get caught? Brother, don’t you feel unfair? Are you also involved in sexual crimes? In general, the same type of crime is put into the same building.”
According to this little horse, most similar types of crimes are divided into Sadong and Hodong.
Sexual crimes are related to sexual crimes, violence is related to violence, and drugs are related to drugs.
Maybe it’s because it’s easy for prison guards to categorize? Or because it’s easy to manage? I’m not sure why, but it’s roughly the same.
“It’s unfair. I was just trying to inject some of the Japanese boy’s semen into the Japanese pussy bitches… The Shinkansen crew member and the passenger at the time… , Just let me go out…”
“… , … Ah, … To. Yes…”
“What is that attitude? Fuck, you look like you deserve to be caught by the color of your eyes?”
“… No, no. … Yes. It seems like your brother feels very wronged too. Yes, yes…”
I was in the detention center for about 3 days, and there was nothing to do in the detention center, it was boring, hard, annoying, frustrating, dirty, and like an asshole, so I became friendly with this guy.
What should I say about this? Comrades in arms? Camaraderie?
Comrades in arms remind me of the military.
Still, the military is better than here, damn it.
Here, they only allow 30 minutes of exercise a day.
The rest have to sit in a vertical position in a small space and be confined all day. It sucks. Really, seriously, it’s fucking stupid.
Who are these bastards who say prison is better than the military these days? Really?
Japan and Korea are at similar levels, but seeing how shitty the camp is, I think the military would be better even though I’ve never been in the military.
Even so, after work, I go to the PX, play soccer, smoke a cigarette, and sometimes go out, stay out, or go on vacation…
‘Is not it? Does comparing prisons and the military in the first place reflect how much of a piece of garbage the conscription-based military is?’
There is nothing to do in a narrow, stuffy, special environment, but since two people are chatting and chatting for three days, should I say that it is an environment where we have no choice but to become friends?
And since we both had something in common, ‘I felt unfair’, we communicated well, and this guy looked up to me as an older brother, so our relationship wasn’t that bad.
“Ohta Jun. You are released tomorrow at 9 am. Released on bail. Is it a family member or a lover? I guess I spent a lot of money?”
