Chapter 59: Stimulation
Edited by: Bunny, Deathbricks, ArchmageNaoki, and Arthur300000
“I’m sorry. I should’ve checked it first.” My brother apologizes to me as my sister took the tablet away and stared at the screen in disbelief.
“No, it’s my fault.” This is bad, the God of Undo has forsaken me. Well, there is no Ctrl or Z button on this device in the first place. “Since it has come to this, let’s just rob the school.” I grimace and start preparing my equipment for the heist.
“Wait, where did that come from?” Aunos grabbed my shoulder and looked at me like I’m not making sense.
“Eh? You know, one million gems are a lot of money… and it’s mine… so…” I tried to rationalize my moment of insanity, but the more I thought about it, the more stupid my idea felt. I didn’t even know where they kept the money.
“No, no, no, no, you got it all wrong Kuro. You can still cash the bounty in. The points and reward money are separate matters. Otherwise, no one would want to hand in their accomplishments and the school would lose face. Also, the date on this bounty already indicates that it was in the period while you were stranded so we don’t need to give them the corpse.” Aunos explained in a single breath. Ah, my money is safe. I quickly store the paper away and put it in a secure folder.
“So, what’s the problem then?” I tilted my head and asked my brother. Pristia recovered a bit and mumbled: “Kuro only cared about money, huh?” while patting my recently dried hair. Well, money can be converted into all sorts of wonderful things, like panties, my dear sister.
“The ‘problem’ is that the school would want to advertise this event like crazy. While we are talking, they might already be tracing the bounty at this moment.” So, that's what Ms. Nyatalee warned me about. If I want to keep it a secret; don’t cash it in.
“And you know, a lot of reporters will come, and troublesome people may keep asking for your help.” Pristia added. Geh! My peaceful life will be ruined that way! Alright, it’s time to hide my identity like a certain pervert who flew all over the world with his red underwear exposed.
“Glasses?” My sister tilted her head as I pulled out my two-credits-worth black-rim glasses that I bought from a convenience store last week and put them on. I never thought that the day I would need them would come so soon.
“This way people won’t recognize me.” I told her as I pushed my glasses up with two fingers on the bridge of them.
“Heh, this miiiiiight work. You look smarter and stupider at the same time.” Aunos jested... As I was deciding whether to hit him or not, the doorbell rang. So, in order to prove that my disguise worked, I jumped off the sofa and ran. I ignored the peephole because it was too high up and pulled the door slightly open instead. The door chain was still on, so there shouldn’t be a problem. Oh, It’s Ms. Bluebell, the superstar I met on the train and then helped rescue her sister.
“Hello, Ms. Kuro~. Can I enter?” She greeted me with an over the top accent worthy of a superstar. Geh, she recognized me just fine. Anyways, Ms. Bluebell gave me one million credits, so I guess she isn’t a bad person. And she treats me like an adult.
“Okay, wait a moment.” I pushed the door back in place and removed the chain from its socket. I reopened the door to welcome her, and four men-in-black followed her inside. They must be her bodyguards, but my siblings still overreacted to them. My sister pulled me back in her arms while my brother stood in front of me and blocked my view.
“Ah, sorry, they’re just trying to protect me. Can you guys wait outside?” Ms. Bluebell shooed them away as I peeked out from behind my brother’s back.
“But maam!” One of her guards with a scarred face protested and looked pointedly at me, but she stared him down and shook her head. After that, they nodded and walked back out, and we settled down on the furniture in front of the television.
“You might already know why I’m here.” She said as we settled down. Confused, I looked at my brother, and he shrugged. Is it really because of the blunder I made about a minute ago? That’s still too fast. She reached for the remote and changed the channel. Damn, my picture was already on the news.
“Flash news! At 3:02 PM the Royal Adventurer Highschool of the Human Empire announced that one of their students has slain a Class A difficulty unique monster codenamed ‘Troll titan’. The monster that thwarted several subjugating attempts and took several lives of seasoned adventurers suddenly met its end at the hand of a girl named Kuro Velvori-” The news talked only a bit about me and then went back to explain what Class A difficulty unique monster means. It seems unique monsters have different categorizing criteria than the normal ones. They also invited a group of experts to speculate on how I killed it.
“A load of minotaur crap! That monster shrugged off a missile and crushed a tank in one blow. You need a battalion for it, not a single girl.” One of the experts said.
“Maybe, she has some kind of unblockable sudden death technique. Like the death king three thousand years ago.” What? There are super cheat skills like that? I wish I had one. That would save me a lot of trouble.
“No, that can’t be it. The forensic record indicated that the monster was killed by an intense anti-material type of spell through its eye socket. An ability to nullify the interference field, perhaps?” Another one speculated.
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“Still, you took only a minute. That was incredibly fast.” My brother commented while I listened to the experts guessing all over the place. I hope no one proposes to dissect me at some point.
“Please don’t underestimate my information network.” She smiled victoriously. “I already knew that monster was killed by a single person beforehand. So, I tracked the traffic record around Alphaden the day that report was submitted. When I saw your name on the immigration report, I got a hunch. So, with all the preparations, when I got the school’s report on the bounty, I only needed to make a few calls and walk across the street.” She pointed out the window at a house across the street. So, she was waiting over there all along. The mind of a billionaire works differently from ours, huh? Wait, isn’t she just a stalker?
“Anyways, Kuro, please be mine!” With a heavy breath, Ms. Bluebell turned toward me and cupped both of my hands in hers. Her advance like this may cause many men to misunderstand her action. I won’t be fooled though, but strangely, my sister pulled me back and proclaimed: "D-do you have what it takes to make Kuro happy!?" She must be loving her mother in law joke...
"Of course. I can pay a lot for her time. Also, I won't ruin her everyday life. All I need is her Saturdays." Ms. Bluebell said while still holding my hand.
"What? My Saturdays?" I don’t understand what nonsense she’s talking about. Is this some kind of cult ritual or something? I pulled my hands away and hoped that she wouldn’t ask for my body parts next.
"I want your exclusive right to be an adventurer star on my channel. You see, a beautiful and capable adventurer is a rare find these days. We have plenty of each, but never both in the same person. So, Kuro, come with me, and I will show you the path to stardom-"
"Sorry, I don't want any fame." I interrupted her animated presentation. All I want is a peaceful and happy life. Fame and glory feel like a burden to me.
"I know, but let me tell you this, Kuro. If I left, in about half hour, this place would be swarmed by reporters, and within a month from now, paparazzi would follow you everywhere. Your house, your school, when you go out for shopping, and when you sleep. You won't be able to live like you used to anymore." I looked at my brother to confirm, and he nodded. Damn it, I wish that I could turn back time.
"I could prevent that from happening though." She smirked.
"An exclusive rights contract..." Pristia mumbled, and Ms. Bluebell nodded. I look at my sister, and she explained further.
"When you sign an exclusive right to a media company, it prevents other people broadcasting any content with you inside." My sister explained like she had some first-hand experience with it, but before I could ask further, Ms. Bluebell continued.
"Right, in other words, any other people will have to buy a license from me to broadcast you. I can even charge anyone who uploads your picture on the internet. Hmm, how about you set the price, and we can share it 50-50?" Ms. Bluebell showed me the contract, it's three pages long and filled with technical terms, but I persevered and read its entirety. Skynet was very helpful with explaining the terms that I didn’t know.
"S-so, this exclusive thingy is like a patent or copyright on my image." I tried to summarize the contract. The wage and duration are still blank, so this is still up for negotiation?
"Not only your image. Your voice and even articles about what you do are covered in this law. Of course, there are a few exceptions though. For example, if you broke the law, like stealing something or murder someone, other parties could broadcast your wrongdoing without any consequences.-" Ms. Bluebell narrated other exceptions like if I accidentally walked into other people’s events, and if the content is for educational purposes this contract wouldn’t cover it. Of course, my personal use of those things is also fine.
My sister was against it at first but she folded quickly when Ms. Bluebell appointed my sister to be my exclusive cameraman… I don’t know why Ms. Bluebell let an amateur like my sister handle this, but from that point on, I felt Pristia has become hell bent on having me sign the contract.
"Alright, I get the idea, but if I have to become famous, will this contract prevent me from being overwhelmed by people in the market?" From what I read, I doubt it.
"No, but that's why if you sign the contract, I will throw in a special freebie for you!" She proudly proclaimed and took something out from her storage device.
"Artificial cat ears!" She had taken out a black hairband, except on top of it was two fuzzy cat ears. Before I could say anything she put it on my head. Is she joking with me!? Did she expect me to cosplay all my life!? -... Oh, they actually look nice. I looked at the pocket mirror that Ms. Bluebell presented to me and realized this is not an ordinary hairband. I could move my new ears around as I pleased. I could make them droop and fold backward as if they were really a part of me. And they covered my real ears neatly.
"Right, it's a custom-made item. It comes with a camouflage enchantment and artificial nerves integrated. With this, you can easily pass as a Catkin." While Ms. Bluebell advertised her product, my sister curiously came closer to inspect my new ears. Her heated breath is ticklish and made my right ear twitch several times.
“I love you Kuro.” She whispered into my right triangular ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. It seems I could also hear from them just fine. Suddenly she nibbled on my ear erotically. Oi! What did you- Ah~ not there. I noticed that spot at the base of my ear. It was the same thing that happened to Cocoa. When she knead that point I felt my whole body beginning to melt as the shivers pulsated throughout my entire body. An indescribable pleasure followed soon after. When did she learn this technique!?
If what I did to Cocoa was a sin then Mr. Karma is working needlessly fast. I wanted to protest that this isn't the place or time to do something like this, but Ms. Bluebell laughed and joined the assault. She said something nonsensical like my melted expression is too irresistible. What’s up with these people!? Take the hair band off? It was too late. My strength has already left me, and my consciousness began to flicker as their boobs pressed against my arms from both sides.
I heard my brother say something, but it sounded like white noise. I couldn’t cope with something mundane such as language anymore. My mind was assaulted by the sensation of the kneading of my new erogenous zones which sent wave after wave of pleasure through my entire body. Against my will, my entire body began building up something big, scary, and full of anticipation.
The rhythm of kneading began to pick up its pace, and the waves of pleasure intensified. My mind, the last of my mental faculties began to crumble, and what followed was a big flood. My muscles clamped up and began their own involuntary spasm. It was followed by a very familiar orgasmic sensation, except it was ten times, no 100 times bigger. I lost consciousness… ‘Whoever created this device must be a pervert’ was my last thought before I blacked out.
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When I woke up later the negotiation was over. The contract was signed at 100,000 credits down payment and the weight of 2,000 credits a day. I could say that it was quite a big sum, and 2,000 credits a day is a wonderful income. However, I felt that I was taken advantage somehow… Hmm, maybe I should charge extra for the emotional distress, but since my sister started it, I can’t exactly bring it up.