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Chapter 6
Skills: Deer Man’s Happy Life, hypnosis app, Listen to Heartbeats, Time Stop Lv1
【 Items: loli ramune, sensitivity spray 】 【 Talent: Succubus Constitution 】
The morning sunlight poured into Mo Chen‘s bedroom.
As soon as he woke up, the system’s settlement notification arrived right on schedule.
Mo Chen got up early and tallied the items he had harvested yesterday.
The system thoughtfully compiled a list for him, and at the same time, a minimalist spray bottle appeared in his hand.
The liquid inside the bottle was clear and transparent.
This was the reward he obtained for saving Aili yesterday. 【sensitivity spray】
【 Description: Limited to use once per day, it can increase the relevant sensitivity of the heroines by 500 times for 24 hours 】
【 Upgrade Cost: 100 Depravity Points 】 500 times?
Mo Chen had a vague feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
Wasn’t this numerical value set a bit too high?
At this intensity, it would probably exhaust Aili to the point of dehydration in just a single day.
It’s better not to use it for now.
Mo Chen noticed that the system unlocked the upgrade function today.
He checked the upgrade requirements for the other items one by one: loli ramune required 500 points, skill-type ones had higher requirements, the hypnosis app needed 1,000 points,
while the upgrade points for Time Stop reached an exaggerated 800,000 points.
Facing this astronomical figure, Mo Chen couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.
Even if he “worked hard” 24 hours a day without sleeping, resting, or repeating patterns, rubbing until sparks flew, he probably wouldn’t be able to scrape together this amount.
【Deer Man’s Happy Life】
【 Effect: Daily obtain Depravity Points based on completed restricted-level performances, used to upgrade occupations and strengthen skills 】
【 Upgrade Cost: 50 Depravity Points 】
Mo Chen‘s attention suddenly fell on that initial basic skill.
It could be upgraded tomorrow, and he planned to prioritize upgrading this to test the effect when the time came.
“Mo Chen, it’s time for breakfast. Today is the last weekend before school starts. If you want me to accompany you anywhere, I’m free.”
The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Fuka walked in wearing that familiar white apron.
Today she came to wake Mo Chen up, but that noisy girl Suou Yuki was nowhere to be seen.
Mo Chen paused, “Just follow me later.”
He followed Fuka to the living room, casually grabbed a few slices of bread and shoved them into his mouth, swallowing them down hastily with milk, dismissing breakfast just like that.
“Eat slower, be careful not to choke.”
Fuka looked at his ravenous appearance, a hint of worry involuntarily welling up in her eyes.
Mo Chen chewed the bread unconcernedly and said vaguely:
“Just come with me. The shop I promised you yesterday, a pretty good storefront, let’s take advantage of today being the weekend and treat it as the official opening.”
He led Fuka onto the street, and before long, Fuka followed Mo Chen to the front of a slightly aged Dagashi Store.
Mo Chen reached out and patted the tightly closed shop door, making a muffled sound.
“This shop is yours now,” he turned his head and said to Fuka, “You can do whatever you want.”
Fuka looked at the storefront in front of her, which wasn’t small: “Really?”
Before her voice faded, Mo Chen suddenly pulled hard.
“Clatter!”
The old shop door opened in response, Fuka‘s shoulders trembled from the sudden movement, subconsciously taking half a step back, her eyes widening slightly.
Mo Chen stepped aside to let Fuka see the full view of the shop interior. Sunlight streamed through the glass showcase, casting mottled light spots on the wooden counter covered with a thin layer of dust.
Mo Chen‘s voice carried a slight echo in the spacious shop: “This shop is yours now, you can do whatever you want.”
Fuka stood dazedly at the door, looking at the space before her.
The shop was much wider than it looked from the outside. The shelves against the wall were densely packed with all kinds of Dagashi Store snacks, and a faint scent of dust floated in the air.
Facing Fuka, Mo Chen wore a confident smile on the corners of his lips: “We can open for business today. Fuka, here you can do entirely as you wish.”
Fuka still looked around a bit dazedly, her voice carrying disbelief.
“? Is this true?”
Mo Chen pulled a set of keys from his pocket, took Fuka‘s slightly sweaty palm, and steadily placed the keys into her palm.
“Just keep them well.”
His tone was firm, “From a legal standpoint, this shop undoubtedly belongs to me now, you can rest assured.”
Last night before going to sleep, Mo Chen had already checked via his mobile phone that the registration information of this shop had indeed been changed to his sole name.
Fuka opened her mouth: “This—”
Her brain was still a complete blank, completely unable to digest the fact that Mo Chen suddenly owned a storefront.
Seeing this, Mo Chen deliberately said in a relaxed tone:
“If you are unwilling to take it over, this shop can only sit here and grow weeds in desolation.”
“Anyway, I don’t plan to sell it; it’s too troublesome. Besides, school is starting soon, and I really can’t take care of it.”
“However, isn’t this too wasteful…”
Fuka frowned, her expression turning serious.
“Therefore, giving it to you means it’s not a waste,” Mo Chen insisted.
Fuka lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the corner of her clothes:
“Th-Then if I manage it, how should the salary be calculated? After all, this shop is yours, and I can’t possibly keep all the money earned for myself.”
Mo Chen looked at her appearance and couldn’t help laughing: “Do we still need to calculate things so clearly between us?”
“Even if a mother works for her child, accounts must be settled clearly.”
Fuka suddenly raised her head, changing from her previous shyness, her expression as serious as if she were lecturing an ignorant child,
“This is a must. We can’t ignore it just because we have a good relationship. I checked last night, and many girls are scammed this way; by then you’ll end up leaving with nothing.”
“But you are—” Mo Chen stopped with the words on his lips.
Mo Chen found it somewhat difficult to refute Fuka‘s words as well.
Fuka fell silent for a long moment: “How about this, I’ll calculate it based on the minimum hourly wage standard, 600 yen per hour.”
“If the shop’s income is not enough, you don’t need to make up for it, I don’t need performance bonuses.”
“Although it’s a bit little, this way you can keep a bit more.”
Mo Chen frowned slightly: “Wouldn’t 600 yen be too low?”
He remembered yesterday’s 5,000-yen high-end popsicle; eight hours of work income couldn’t even compare to a single popsicle.
“Aren’t there many family-run small shops nowadays,” Fuka‘s voice gradually quieted down,
“Like husband-and-wife shops… it’s very normal for private wages to be set a bit lower.”
Speaking of this, her cheeks involuntarily blushed, and then she paused as if realizing something.
She quickly straightened her expression again: “It’s not little. How can you be sure this shop will definitely be managed well?”
“The location is so remote, it won’t be too late to renegotiate the salary issue after the business improves in the future.”
Fuka explained proficiently, her tone revealing a bit of sophistication.
“Big brother, we’re here! Hurry up and give me snacks!”
A vibrant voice suddenly came from outside the shop.
Chapter 12: Follow Tenka‘s Live Stream
Chie brought the two little girls Tenka and Komaru, the three of them walking together toward Mo Chen‘s Dagashi Store.
Seeing them, Mo Chen took the opportunity to introduce: “Just right, let me introduce you, this is the new store manager of this shop.”
As he spoke, he gently pushed Fuka forward, letting her stand by the shop door.
Chie looked at Fuka with wide eyes: “New store manager? She looks about our age.”
Fuka‘s petite figure and loli-like build were not much taller than Chie.
More worth noting was that the horns and halo on her head didn’t seem to attract any attention in the eyes of the three little ones, or rather, it was as if they couldn’t see these features at all.
Fuka‘s inhuman appearance seemed like the most ordinary loli in this world.
Fuka shook her head slightly: “Store manager is a bit of a stretch, consider me a clerk. Anyway, just tell me whatever you want to buy.”
Her tone was gentle, but she didn’t show much interest in these children, turning around to walk into the shop to tidy up the shelves and restock items.
Chie ran into the shop, excitedly picking out snacks, while Komaru quietly followed behind her.
At this time, Tenka tugged at the corner of Mo Chen‘s clothes, raised her little face and asked:
“Big brother, that video I uploaded last time has views, but the followers didn’t increase at all… What do you think I should do? Think of a way for me.”
【 Detected that the master has encountered a destiny video, additional quest loading 】
【Name: Follow Tenka‘s Live Stream】 【Stage: Any】
【Plot: Adachi Tenka wants to become a big star】
【Quest Objective: Please have the master fully assist her with video operation, content editing, shooting and production, helping her account’s follower count on the video platform exceed 1 million】
【Reward: synesthesia grail】
Mo Chen couldn’t help being stunned—the system had actually released a new quest again.
But this “synesthesia grail” was just a masturbator.
He had long since cast aside the stage of armchair strategizing and truly experienced the taste of reality.
Giving him this now really seemed a bit redundant.
“Big brother, are you listening to me?”
Tenka‘s voice dragged Mo Chen back from his thoughts.
“I’m listening,” he hastily replied.
This childhood friend who grew up playing together complained unceremoniously: “Nobody watches the headstand hair washing you asked me to film at all!”
“No way? I think this idea is quite interesting, it has views, why didn’t they follow after watching?”
Mo Chen was somewhat surprised; how could such a situation happen to the creativity he meticulously planned.
Tenka cast a suspicious look: “It must be big brother’s problem.”
“Absolutely not.”
Denying it, Mo Chen naturally led Tenka to sit down on the bench in front of the shop door.
He lit up his phone screen, skillfully opened the video website, and found Tenka‘s account homepage.
“Let’s check the specific data first.”
The interface clearly displayed the follower count: only a few hundred followers.
It was very close to one million followers, at least halfway there.
The latest post in the account was a video of Tenka cosplaying and singing, and the views had already exceeded ten thousand.
Mo Chen clicked on it.
The screen initially showed a simple white bedroom background, with Tenka crammed inside a bright yellow dinosaur onesie that was obviously a size too large.
Those two pitch-black eyeholes on the dinosaur hood were positioned somewhat subtly, not aligning with her eyes at all.
This forced her to tilt her head slightly all the time so she could barely see the mobile phone camera in front through the side slit.
Immediately afterwards, without warning, the screen began three consecutive “Indian-tier” face-rushing camera movements—swish swish swish!
The camera suddenly pushed in, zoomed out, and pushed in again, almost sticking to Tenka‘s little face wrapped in dinosaur fabric every time, making one dizzy from the shaking.
Her little hands barely reached out from the overly long cuffs, tightly clutching a pink plastic toy microphone.
“D-Don’t ~ look ~ at ~ me ~ I’m ~ just ~ a ~ dragon~~~~”
The singing started.
The pitch fluctuated like spider silk in the wind, rising and falling unpredictably, precisely avoiding every correct scale of the original song.
Every time she finished singing a line, she would shake her head slightly because the hood was too heavy, bringing the entire screen along with that bright yellow mass to sway left and right slightly.
“~Milk ~ dragon’s ~ intelligence ~ is ~ hard ~ to ~ imagine~~~~”
When singing the final “ine” word, she tried to draw out a long tail note, but her breath unexpectedly broke halfway, turning into a small hiccup-like sound.
And she seemed completely oblivious, still striving to gaze at the camera through the slanted eyeholes with those glittering eyes.
At this time, layers of barrage comments began to float across the screen: 【Try not to laugh challenge? I lost.】
【Where did this general come from, she could probably scare the neighbor’s kid to tears.】
【It’s a bit gross, regardless of the camera work or the clothes.】
【Did the cameraman drink too much? I got 3D motion sickness.】
Mo Chen looked at these sharp comments, touched his chin and commented: “Damn it, these guys don’t appreciate good things at all, she’s obviously so cute.”
Tenka beside him had already turned somewhat pale, her voice weak: “Big brother, would it be better if I gave up?”
“Wait!” Mo Chen immediately sensed her frustration, his fingers quickly swiping the screen: “Who says so? Look, isn’t there one praising you right here?”
He quickly dragged the video to the bottom, pointing precisely to a lonely comment lying in the corner: Mo Chen: Tenka-chan is super cute, please be sure to continue.
Tenka stared at that comment for two seconds, slowly turned her head, her gaze complex: “Isn’t this a comment posted by big brother? This name, it’s totally you.”
“Ahem,” Mo Chen tactically cleared his throat and averted his gaze,
“Anyway, this proves that someone still thinks you’re cute. Besides, didn’t you have a lot of fun when you filmed it? At least at first…”
Tenka immediately pouted, her cheeks swelling slightly from dissatisfaction: “It’s not fun at all now! Hurry up and continue thinking of ways to help me, when can we become big stars like this.”
She reached out and tugged at Mo Chen‘s cuff, shaking it gently.
Mo Chen promised: “Don’t worry, my nickname in my hometown when I was a kid was Wolong, I will definitely help you become a big star.”
“Wolong?” Tenka repeated softly, her eyes immediately lighting up: “Although I’ve never heard of it, it sounds amazing!”
“It doesn’t matter if you haven’t heard of it,” Mo Chen laughed, “Just trust me.”
Mo Chen opened the homepage of the video website, preparing to plan some genius ideas for Tenka.
He browsed the highest-heat content on the charts!
Mo Chen muttered to himself, clicking on the video at the top of the charts.
In the screen, Kitagawa Marin was cosplaying the “Raiden Shogun” from Genshin,
the tight kimono acted like a second skin, outlining her plump chest shape and rounded hip line to the fullest.
The camera angle was meticulously designed, creating a sense of vague temptation without exposing anything at all.
Mo Chen‘s gaze involuntarily moved from the screen to Tenka beside him, lingering for a moment on her flat chest.
“Big brother? Is there a way?” Tenka asked.
Mo Chen shook his head, reaching out to rub her hair: “I’ll do my best.”
This quest had no time limit, so Mo Chen wasn’t in a hurry.
“Big bro ~ I didn’t see your shadow this morning, turns out you were flirting here?”
A lively voice suddenly chimed in.
Mo Chen and Tenka looked up at the same time, seeing Suou Yuki walking over leisurely.
Today she was wearing a bright yellow inner layer, layered with a light-colored jacket on the outside, appearing exceptionally playful.
“Flirting? Do we have?” Tenka tilted her head, asking with an innocent face.
“Oh, big bro, you really are deeply sinful.”
Suou Yuki looked at Tenka‘s innocent appearance, shook her head with a smirk; “Not even letting someone so young go.”
Saying that, she actually pulled a pair of shiny silver handcuffs from her pocket, spinning them in a circle on her fingertip:
“Big bro, if you obediently stretch out your hands now, you can still be treated leniently.”
“? Why would you carry this kind of thing with you?”
Mo Chen subconsciously moved back a bit, this was definitely not out of a guilty conscience,
Suou Yuki hooked the silver handcuffs with her fingertip, gently shaking them in front of her chest, playfully sticking out the tip of her tongue: “Isn’t it very normal for a girl to carry some small accessories with her?”
She leaned over slightly, approaching Mo Chen sitting on the bench, and a sweet body fragrance brushed past the tip of his nose.
“Come on big bro, don’t refuse.”
Mo Chen‘s gaze unexpectedly passed through the swaying silver bracelet, falling upon the undulating peaks behind her.
This younger sister whom he watched grow up since childhood had somehow blossomed into a graceful young woman, and the arc of her chest was visually estimated to be at least a C-cup.
Although not as exceptionally plump as some, it was already quite a substantial curve.
“What is big bro looking at?” Suou Yuki keenly captured his gaze, a cunning smile curving the corners of her lips, “Could it be that you’re finally going to make a move on me and vent your desires?”
Chapter 13: New Quest
“Don’t ~ we’re still on the street.”
Suou Yuki held her cheeks with both hands, deliberately putting on a shy and coy appearance.
“Big brother,”
