The Youngest Son of a Japanese Conglomerate. 100

Chapter 100 – Episode 14. Mimata Chieri

“Mentor, thank you~! “Thanks to you, I made money.”
“Me too~!!”

Today I met several people from Group 74 of the Human Resources Development Institute. Since there were many people working at companies far away, only 5 Group 74 employees from subsidiaries near Tokyo gathered.

In the mock stock investment conducted during the training period for new recruits, almost all of the 74 trillion won investors looked happy because they invested up to 200,000 yen at the smallest and 1 million yen at the most.

Even the one who invested the smallest amount, 200,000 yen, invested when it was in the low to mid-$1 dollar range and told me to take it out when it reached $1,000, so after roughly deducting taxes and doing various things, I would have earned about 150 million yen. It was five times the largest investment of 1 million yen. So I have no choice but to be happy.

“If it weren’t for my mentor, I would have had a really hard time right now. If I didn’t sell it for $1,000… “It’s scary to even think about it!”
“Was I right?”

When I told them to sell for $1,000, a few people said they thought it would go up even more and said they didn’t want to sell, but I insisted and made them sell, otherwise they would have felt like it was plummeting to $300.

Of course, even $300 was a huge profit compared to how much $1 was when I invested, but if I didn’t sell when people around me sold for $1,000, and then sold for $300 after the plunge, the sense of loss would have been enormous.

“It’s my mother’s birthday tomorrow, so I’m planning to buy some gifts. Can you give me some recommendations?”
“I’ll recommend it.”
“Me too~!”

Me and the five Group 74 children walked around Tokyo for a while to buy gifts for Mrs. Jin Mi-ja.

What I ended up buying was a luxury bag. After being dragged around by 5 people, saying I was looking for a bag that felt neither too young nor too old, I was as exhausted as having had sex 10 times in a row. Still, I have to say thank you to the 74 children who helped me choose the gifts. Of course, the thanks will be from my Johnson.

Anyway, since it’s my mom’s birthday tomorrow, I won’t be able to have sex, so I have to do a lot today.

“Mentor~! “I kept walking and my legs hurt.”
“I wish I could rest somewhere.”
“Rather than a restaurant, I wish I could relax comfortably in my room and order room service.”

The sluts in Group 74 had already kissed and started begging to go to a place where they could take a break and order room service. I was planning to have dinner at a decent restaurant and then go to the hotel, but I thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just go straight to the hotel.

“I already have a reservation. “Let’s go there.”
“Wow~! Okay, mentor!”

It was already getting hot and it was rushing towards me and making a fuss. But there was something the five of us gathered now had not thought of. Last time, we were able to survive with more than ten people gathered together, but now there were only five. Can just the five of us satisfy my endless sexual desire?

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Hehe… ♥”
“Now, that’s enough… Mentor is so strong… !”

We went straight to the hotel and had dinner at the hotel restaurant rather than using room service. And in the room I had reserved, the six of us were naked and tangled together. After that, we stayed up until late at night, took a short nap, woke up, and knocked everyone down with morning sex.

“I have an appointment, so I’ll just go.”

I came out after washing up alone and told the naked women who were making cream pies with white semen flowing from their pussies. I left the hotel with a happy expression on my face as I looked at the 74 trillion won who could not escape the lingering feeling of pleasure even though it was time to wash up and get dressed. Then I drove out of central Tokyo and headed to Edogawa Ward, where I grew up.

I decided to meet Kazuhiro and Kiyohira starting at lunch. The meeting place has not been decided. Our meeting place was always an old family restaurant in the neighborhood. Since it was our daily routine to sit at the all-you-can-eat drink bar there, we always decided to meet up and met at a family restaurant without deciding on a location.

When I parked in the parking lot in front of the family restaurant and entered, Kazuhiro and Kiyohira were already there.

“Hey~! Ta-ta!”

Kiyohira raised her hand and called out to me as she had just entered the store. With her tanned skin, dyed white hair, and rebellious features, she was a person who was best described as a white sun. I had that style in middle school, and I’ve been doing it consistently for almost 6 years, so it was a style that resonated with me.

Tata was my nickname in high school, and I became Tata because I called Hata Ryuta’s repeated Ta twice. Now that I think about it, I’m Taira Ryuta, but I’m still Tata.

“It’s been a while since I was called Tata.”
“These days, I call him ‘slut man’ rather than ‘hyungnim’ or ‘tata.'”

Because I introduced Aris and Han Yu-kyung within a week, Kazuhiro saw me as very promiscuous. Of course, it was true, but fact assault always caused a lot of damage.

“What do you mean, a slut? “What’s the story?”

Since I had been training in the United States for a while, Kiyohira did not know my situation well. He was a guy who usually preferred meeting and talking rather than texting or talking on the phone, so he didn’t talk about trivial things over the line, so Kiyohira needed a lot of explanation.

“Then I’ll tell you about the slut man from now on. Was it 3 months ago? “Suddenly, my brother said that his father had died.”
“What? “Did you have a dad?”

They were crazy guys who were crazy from the start. Of course, it wasn’t really a padre, but it would have felt very rude to others. I am a friend and I know what these guys are talking about, so I stayed quiet.

“So don’t be surprised… “My brother’s father was Taira Saburo.”
“No way… “If it’s Thailand, is it Tyra?”

As Kazuhiro nodded, Kiyohira looked at me with new eyes. Is this guy the son of a chaebol family? It was an expression like that. While we ate the lunch we ordered, we talked about what happened while Kiyohira was away.

“Why are you telling me this interesting story now?!”

Kiyohira screamed after hearing Kazuhiro’s story. Kazuhiro didn’t know much either, so I just told her that she was actually Taira from the Taira group and that she met really pretty girls.

“That’s because you threw away your phone and lived in the wild for three months, saying you were doing some kind of lung training or something, so I couldn’t hear it.”
“Yes. “Where in the U.S. Can you find someone who goes into a national park to practice?”

Kiyohira went to Yosemite National Park to pursue her training, where she practiced for three months. Just looking at her cancer, this guy was also out of his mind. In my opinion, out of the three people present, I seemed to be the most sane.

“If you want to become the best martial artist, you have to do this much.”
“What year is it now? I need to train scientifically. “Like this body.”

In response to Kiyohira’s words, Kazuhiro spoke while showing off his muscles. Kazuhiro had large muscles for a soccer player. So he might be bombing the J-League, where physicality is his weakness. I was listening to their story with a laughable expression.

“Hehe, if you eat herbs grown in the mountains like me, you don’t need training…”

Actually, most of my physical stats were made from elixirs, so it wasn’t wrong.

“But you’ve grown really tall and your body has improved. Did you have body modification? Or is it really made of herbs like you said?”
“I went to Korea and found some herbs in the mountains that seemed good for my health, so I ate them.”
“If you eat things like that carelessly, you’ll end up in trouble.”
“Even so, I got hit on the back by my mom for picking up anything.”

When I said that they were beaten by their mother, both of them said, “Kyahaha!” And smile happily. Am I that happy that I got hit in the back? After all, they were crazy guys.

As we talked, the topic soon changed from my topic to Kazuhiro’s soccer career, and I talked about why Kazuhiro, who is bombing the J-League, cannot make the national team.

“It’s clear that the director is a racist. “I’d rather come to America.”

Kiyohira said with a dissatisfied expression. Current national team coach Sanetada Manzawa (万沢 実只) has been famous for not using black players since he took charge of the professional team. Since most of the mercenaries were made up of white players, there were rumors that not using Kazuhiro now might be racist. In my opinion, it seemed like racism.

If Kazuhiro had been a handsome white man, his popularity would have skyrocketed and he would be a representative striker for Japan now, but he wasn’t, so that’s a problem.

“I’m thinking about America too.”
“Hehe, then come to LA where I live. “To Galaxy or FCLA.”
“Crazy guy, those teams have to apply to recruit him. “A few teams have made offers, but I’m considering it.”

Since Kazuhiro has dual American citizenship, the United States seemed to be paying attention to him.

“Once it’s decided, I’ll be the first to tell you, so just wait.”
“Oh right. Are you still dating Umi Kagawa?”
“We’re still dating. “It’s still hot.”

I’m really in a relationship for the longest time. Kiyohira asked to see the photo, so Kazuhiro showed it to Kiyohira.

“It’s just your style.”
“Yes? How about you?”
“I’m here…” .”

Kiyohira also showed me a photo of her current girlfriend, Kazuhiro and I made eye contact and nodded at her. As expected, this guy’s tastes haven’t changed.

Kiyohira, like Kazuhiro, also had unusual tastes. She was beyond voluptuous and liked slightly fat women. So, together with Kazuhiro, she worked as a group with abnormal sexual desires at Edogawa High School. All three of us had similar tastes in women, so we might have become close friends.

“Wow, it’s already been so long. Let’s go get her aunt quickly. “I should buy you something delicious.”
“How is your lady? Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since she said I wanted to see her. “She also brought me a bunch of gifts from America. I’m sure she’ll like them, right?”
“Hey, it’s not your mom, it’s my mom. “Don’t make me unfilial.”

I put the two people, who were irritated at not being filial to someone else’s mother, in the car and headed to the mansion where Ms. Jin Mi-ja lived.

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Requested illustration to commemorate episode 100!

◆Mrs. Jin Mija requested by whitetiger.

In fact, the only setting was pretty, so I was wondering how to make it and changed the main character Jin Yong-tae’s illustration settings from a man to a woman. In short, the female version of Jin Yong-tae is his mother… He’s a blood descendant, so it’s similar, right? Lol

◆The Jinju artificial suit scene in Korea requested by Chucky Jeong (You must be Han Yu-kyung, right?)

VER wearing only a shirt.

Yukyung wearing a boss-like suit

Han Yu-kyung in a normal suit.

◆○○Hunter requested Yukiko in heat… I had a hard time finding the heat tag haha.

Yukiko Maman lying down and gathering her breasts

Yukiko Maman gives you an earnest look. I want to make him horny a little more… I’ll do more research.

◆Newlywed style Yukiko Maman requested by Apple049.

Yukiko’s big breasts match well with the apron. Since I was newlyweds, I thought an apron looked nice, so I made it. I like that it has a different feel from the estrus tag above.

◆Aris requested by Lucasfilm! I wanted to try wearing fancy clothes like a model…

Hologram dress

Little Mermaid style. It would be better if Aris were the mermaid princess…

I was shocked by the statue haha.