The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best - Chapter 128: (Sawakaze Kazuya's Perspective)

“Everyone, my name is Aiki, nice to meet you.”

With a refreshing smile and a wink, Aiki captivates.

“I’m Kaiki. Nice to meet you.”

With his tanned skin and long hair, Kai is giving himself a thumbs up. He seems to be confident in himself.

“I finally got to meet everyone. I’m Saiki. Nice to meet you!”

With both hands spread wide, the baby-faced Saiki gives a smile that endears him to people.

“It’s Taiki. Nice to meet you.”

With sharp eyes and few words, Taiki looks like a slightly intimidating handsome guy.

Those four are riding colorful skateboards, running across the screen, and singing a bright and upbeat song.

Sometimes they would jump up (probably using telekinesis), then dance in the air, showcasing horizontal and vertical spins, thrilling the audience and captivating TV viewers.

“Tch! What are those Shining Boys? Gross.”

I should be a hundred times cooler, but none of those idiots get it.

“Kazuya-sama, thank you for your consideration.”

The manager who came to greet us for the New Year was an old hag I had never seen before.

“Hey, fatty… I mean, old hag! Hurry up and grill the rice cakes. Even an old hag like you can do that, right? Seriously, are you that useless?”

“…”

After all, this person is probably just a pawn of Toujou Reika. Fine, I’ll make full use of her.

The reason is that she, out of spite for breaking off the engagement, pulled strings with the talent agency.

The CM contract was terminated by the end of the year, and all the magazine interviews that had been annoyingly frequent were canceled. To make matters worse, the exclusive modeling contract with “Mikudas” was unilaterally canceled because it was deemed inappropriate. Well, I hear they’re going to pay a penalty, so I guess I’ll graciously accept it.

Speaking of remaining work, there’s only one TV drama I had contracted before. No new jobs, they say.

Hmph. It’s fine because I don’t want to bow my head to idiots who don’t understand my worth, but that old hag is infuriating, acting as if I’m the one at fault. It’s the manager’s job to bring in work, yet she blames others. What an incompetent old hag.

But well, the women waiting for me at the facility “Hustle” must have protested strongly… No, maybe it was that old hag from the facility after all. If that’s the case, that old hag might be quite useful.

So I still use “Hustle” just like before. Those women are completely smitten with my skills, asking when I’ll be back next, even urging me to come again tomorrow. Hehe, Toujou Reika, serves you right.

“Old hag! Once it’s done baking, hurry up and bring it over here!”

Even among old ladies, this one is really useless. The previous manager (a fatso) was the same, but the one who took over my duties is definitely over 60. I wish she would quit soon, and bring someone younger and better-looking like Momoka.

What bothers me is that fatso was apparently supposed to retire by the end of the year. I didn’t hear a word about it.

That fatso is not only unnecessary for me but also completely out of place. She quit without even consulting me. She’s underestimating me, isn’t she? I hate being underestimated. If I find another one, I won’t let it slide…

“Tch, this hasn’t increased recently either.”

Recently, there have been more women on the internet exposing me. As a result, my subscriber count has dropped below one million. The views on the video I uploaded yesterday haven’t increased at all.

Toujou Reika really gets on my nerves. I don’t know what tricks she’s using, but she’s the only one who would do something like this.

Well, even if I’m out of work, I’ve made plenty of money over the past few months.

If I’ve made this much money, I don’t really need to stick to video streaming (just pretending), but it’s necessary to make many women aware of me…

Hmm, that’s right, maybe it’s time to start my own company, or maybe it’s easier to just buy one. Then I could get the title of president… hehehe. Me as president, not bad.

I became the president. I can’t just leave the women alone, right? Haha (not knowing that men can’t even get a position, let alone be the president) …

For now, I’ll take it easy during the New Year, eating mochi, watching manga, sleeping, eating ozoni, playing games, sleeping, ordering takeout, watching anime, and sleeping. When I’m in the mood, I’ll upload a little dance video. My body felt a bit heavy, but whatever. Then, the views aren’t going up. It’s definitely Toujou Reika. So annoying.

“Tch, those guys are out again. So annoying.”

Whenever I turned on the TV, “Shining Boys” often appeared live, so I quickly turned it off and continued living a life where I avoided watching TV as much as possible, then it was the day of the matchmaking party.

Since I already have six wives, I didn’t need to participate, but of course, I will go.

I should show off my handsome looks and take home about ten or twenty women.

“Hey, you, it must be uncomfortable, but isn’t this suit the wrong size?”

If I let the caretaker, who took over my wife’s role, change my clothes, the suit pants would be too tight and wouldn’t fit.

“No, I think it’s just that Sawakaze-sama has gained some weight.”

“Huh? Me, fat? Don’t joke around. Then, what’s with that face? Don’t get cocky.”

Those guys (the ones who quit as probation officers) deliberately gave me the wrong suit size. Such a petty form of harassment.

“…I apologize.”

“Tch, forget the suit. I’ll go in casual clothes, just bring something random.”

“Yes.”

I glare at the back of the guard heading to get their civilian clothes, expressionless. Useless.

Late, way too late.

“Thank you for waiting.”

“You’re late!”

After a while, the guardian brought some baggy clothes. What kind of sense does this person have? Totally useless.

No one goes to a matchmaking party dressed like this.

“How can I wear clothes like this!”

“However, it’s already time…”

“Tch.”

That’s right. If I ask for another outfit here, it’ll take even more time, and I’ll be late getting into the venue. If that happens, there’s a chance my girl will be taken by other guys. Well, I have confidence that I can get her back, but it’s a hassle.

——Ah.

Speaking of which, I was told to stop by the waiting room, but the meeting time had already passed. Well, whatever… It’s impossible to suddenly get in touch anyway.

“That’s enough, let’s go with this.”

No matter what I wear, I look cool.

After quickly changing clothes, I head to the venue driven by the guardian.