Yokoso.The neon lights of the night district flickered like distant stars, casting a hazy glow over the bustling streets. And I, Kiyotaka Ayanokoji a simple, average-looking boy of fifteen stood motionless at the entrance of what could only be described as the epicenter of vice in Japan. The country's largest and most infamous prostitution center, whispered about in hushed tones even among those who claimed to live "normal" lives.
Freedom. Huh
That word had echoed in my mind ever since the White Room shut down a year ago. No more endless training. No more calculated experiments. Just... me.
A boy who had once dreamed of experiencing the mundane routines of ordinary students club activities, awkward friendships, lazy afternoons after school.
Yet here I was, drawn not by some grand purpose, but by a curiosity that felt strangely human.
My feet remained rooted to the pavement. People streamed past me salarymen loosening their ties, groups of rowdy young men laughing too loudly, and the occasional shadowy figure slipping inside with practiced discretion.
The air carried a mix of perfume, cigarette smoke, and something heavier, more intoxicating.
Should I go inside?
No. Absolutely not.
What would they think? A child no, a minor wandering into a place like this. Even if my face was unremarkable enough to blend into the crowd, my age was a glaring liability. One wrong glance, one suspicious employee, and I'd be escorted out... or worse, handed over to the police.
Troublesome.
And yet...
My gaze drifted upward, toward the promotional posters lining the entrance. Beautiful girls. Flawless smiles. Curves that seemed almost too perfect, like they had been sculpted for maximum effect.
..... Oppai.
A peek wouldn't hurt right?
{ What is going on with my head? (ToT) }
