【Future Sight】Saving Tragic Beautiful Girls and Making Them Obsessively Fall for Me 〜I Selfishly “Helped” the Witches Who Were Gonna Destroy the World Just to Train My Martial Arts, and Now They’re All Dripping with Obsession and Worshipping Me〜 - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The brothel called Karakuri Clock Pavilion sits in one corner of the slums, lined up with the others.

Places like this aren’t rare around here, but people say this one’s different from the rest.

For one thing, the quality of the girls who work there.

Most other spots have women in bad health or kinda unclean conditions, but not this place. Makina—the sharp businesswoman running it—makes sure the girls’ living situations are taken care of and doesn’t let them take on seriously dangerous clients.

Steady pay plus a job that’s at least somewhat safe? That’s pretty damn rare in the slums.

But even at Karakuri Clock Pavilion, trouble still happens. No matter how closely Makina watches, when men and women get together to do what they do, some stuff just can’t be avoided.

That’s why.

That’s exactly why I’m here—for those times—

“—Help! Faust! Another customer’s losing it!”

A young woman’s voice echoes through the brothel.

I was quietly swinging my fists by the first-floor reception desk, but I jump up right away.

Pretty sure that shout came from the second floor. I bolt up the stairs full speed, and at the top—

“Faust! Room 204, hurry!”

“The one with the door blown off, right? Got it.”

“Sorry—please!”

One of the lightly dressed girls—probably on break—tells me that, so I head straight to the room where it happened.

I kick the fallen door out of the way and peek inside.

“WOOOOO! You promised! We’re getting married, remember!?”

“I never said that…! Get off me already!”

“No way that’s true! Then why—why were we doing it like this if we’re not!?”

“That’s literally my job, obviously!? Are you seriously this messed up!?”

A fat guy, totally naked, is pinning down a girl in just her underwear. From the heavy smell hanging in the room, looks like they already finished.

Still… I don’t get it. I know mature men and women like doing this stuff—knowledge-wise—but is it really that great? Enough to drive a guy this crazy?

No experience, so maybe I’m missing something, but honestly, grinding my training feels way more fun.

…Anyway, not the time to think about that.

“—Gonna throw this creep out.”

“! Wh-Who the hell are you!?”

“The guy protecting the women here. From creeps like you.”

“M-Me, a creep!? I’m her boyfriend! A kid peeking in on lovers doing their thing—that’s way creepier!”

Huh? Boyfriend?

Can’t tell if it’s true, so I shoot a quick look at the girl pinned under him.

“N-No! I’ve never fallen for a customer! This fat idiot’s just delusional and spouting nonsense!”

Hm. Don’t know whose story checks out, but my employer is the brothel side.

So.

“—Time to leave. You delusional fatass.”

“Wha…!? Hey kid, stay outta grown-up business! If you don’t back off, you’re gonna get hurt bad…!”

Oh wow. When he stands up, he’s huge. Doesn’t look super muscular, but that body weight alone could pack some real power.

Yeah, this’ll be good. Redirecting force like this is solid training.

“What’re you smirking at!? Don’t mock me! Take this…!”

Big, sloppy swings—inefficient, but yeah, the power’s no joke, just like I figured.

Alright then—short as it’ll be, let’s spar a little.

“—Zzb… zzz…”

“Yeah. On top of the regular fee, you’re paying extra for the overtime, damaged furniture, and compensation to her. All of it.”

“Y-Yes…”

I take the money from the wilted customer and shove him out the front door.

The girl who got attacked, plus a bunch of other idle girls who came to watch, crowd around.

“Thanks, Faust! This girl gets targeted by weirdos like that all the time.”

“Seriously, I was done for! Thank you so much…! Um, as thanks… how about I keep you company all night?”

“It’s my job, so don’t worry about it. Just call me next time you’re in trouble.”

“So cold… But maybe I like that he doesn’t push. Even though he’s younger…”

The girls chatter and squeal as I leave them behind and head over to Makina at the reception desk.

“Here’s the cash from that last guy. Collected every single coin properly.”

“Yeah. Figured I could trust the merchant’s son with money stuff. And… thanks again for protecting our girls.”

“I’m the one who asked to start this job.”

Makina laughs at that—“Even so”—and smiles. She’s way more relaxed around me than when we first met.

…But man. It’s been over a week since I started as bodyguard here. I’ve handled the daily trouble, earned trust from a decent number of the girls.

“Still haven’t really talked to Sakurako at all.”

“…Hm? You say something, rich boy?”

“Just talking to myself.”

Hmm. Would’ve been nice if it was easy like with the other girls. But zero chances so far, so no point expecting one.

Guess I’ll have to use the opportunity Fuka told me about—the one that comes every two weeks.

Right then.

Someone comes over all fidgety… it’s the girl I just helped. Wondering what she wants now—

“—Hey, Faust!”

“What’s up.”

“Um, well… you saved me again today, so—I really wanna thank you properly! Are you free tomorrow or…?”

Hm. Tomorrow, huh.

“Oh my. You’re quite the sinful one, rich boy. Not many guys manage to make one of our girls fall for them.”

“Hey, Makina-san! It’s not like that!”

“Hah, getting all worked up over a much younger guy… Careful you don’t get burned.”

“Ugh!”

The two of them go back and forth noisily. So basically—I just got asked out on a date.

But still…

My biggest goal here is making contact with Sakurako, the one who’s gonna awaken as a witch soon.

And tomorrow’s the day that might actually give me a shot at finally getting somewhere with that.

So sorry, but.

“Tomorrow’s already booked. —Sakurako’s off, right? I wanna talk to her about something.”

Right after I say that.

The girl freezes with wide shocked eyes, and Makina frowns up at the ceiling.

“You really… Using another woman as an excuse to turn down a date? Don’t come crying if you get stabbed.”

Makina says it all exasperated, then steps over to the girl and pats her shoulder comfortingly.

“Don’t worry about the rich boy’s cluelessness. Guy spends all day here but just trains with a straight face the whole time.”

“Ugh… I mean, I think I’m pretty cute, but… no way I can compete with Sakurako…”

“Doesn’t even look like he’s after her face or anything…”

Harsh way to put it. Truth is, I got zero interest in understanding girls’ feelings, and I’m definitely not after Sakurako’s looks.

Anyway.

—Tomorrow’s the showdown. Gonna make contact with the witch… and turn it into the perfect training chance.