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(Marcus POV)
"Holy shit, man, are you Yakuza guys always this crazy efficient?" I asked, shocked by the speed of the transaction.
The man before me smirked. His name was Izana Kuroinu, a Yakuza lieutenant. He had shaved black hair, a scar running across his face, and wore a red suit over a black shirt, paired with dark sunglasses. This guy had access to a staggering number of weapons from all over the world.
And the main factor, it had access to more weapons and of higher quality than a police force in the capital
"That'll be 247,000 yen for each one, boy," he said in a deep voice that oddly reminded me of Azazel from High School DxD.
"Very well. Here you go." I paid in cash, causing him to raise an eyebrow, as if I had just sprouted nine heads.
"Hey, young man, where are you from? You're clearly not Japanese."
"I'm from Brazil. A foreign student. I wanted a gun but didn't have the 'legal' means to acquire one."
"Alright, here you go, boy. Two Taurus .38, straight into your hands. And here's my contact. I like your style—let's have some sake later."
"Sounds good. Thanks, man." We shook hands before parting ways.
After arriving home, I went straight to my garage. I had already started modifying the engine of my Suburban, along with reinforcing its armor. You know, just in case someone tried to shoot or blow it up.
Afterward, I sat at my desk, making more money through investments. Pouring funds into Instagram, Tesla, SpaceX, and other ventures was yielding more profit than I expected. Naturally, I also bought plenty of Bitcoin—better safe than sorry. If these investments took off, I'd be well-prepared for the future.
With my finances secured, it was time to modify these beauties—my new revolvers, which I named Lamp and Santana, after two of Brazil's most notorious gunmen. I intended to honor their legacy properly.
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The past month had flown by. I spent my time reinforcing my house in a subtle way—constructing a reinforced basement, upgrading my Suburban, and improving my guns. Naturally, I also expanded my arsenal, leading to an interesting friendship with Izana-san. He was like the fun uncle I never had. He even let me test-drive some of his special cars, though I quickly realized that Japanese people had strange tastes in firearms.
They used small .45-caliber revolvers that required you to be practically in arm's reach for an effective shot. That was ridiculous. For his own good, I convinced Izana to buy a Taurus 1911 .45 ACP, which had great precision and better range.
But today was the day. My debut in this world was finally here, and I planned to leave a lasting impression. Scaring some characters early on would be beneficial for me—especially that gold-digging slut Yuki Miku. Let's see what I could do about her.
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Arriving at school in my Suburban definitely made an impression. Foreign brands like Chevrolet were uncommon in Japan, and with my modified engine and open diffuser, the roar of my car's engine was music to the ears—at least for the boys. A certain redhead, however, wasn't pleased.
"Di Balla-kun, please don't arrive at school with this noisy machine," Kyoko Hayashi scolded, arms crossed in disapproval.
"Is it against the rules, Hayashi-sensei?" I asked with an innocent smile.
"W-Well…"
"Then I guess I'll start doing it every day." I smirked like the devil himself, earning myself a visible tick mark on her forehead.
"Humph. You could be less bratty, you know that, right?" she huffed.
I ignored her and walked into school, scanning my surroundings. Today was going to be a marvelous day—I could feel it. Especially since I had just spotted the main character from a relatively famous hentai walking by.
Judging by that, it seemed this world had connections to other minor ones. And considering this hentai involved NTR, I needed to keep my eyes open. If I had to list the things I despised the most, NTR would be right at the top.
…Well, unless I was the one doing it with the bad and virgin guys, obviously.
Anyway, I had a plan. I'd help the poor bastard, steal his mother and sister from the scumbag involved, and make sure he dumped his cheating girlfriend in favor of his judoka friend.
Plan Anti-NTR: Initiate.
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"Hello, students. Today, we have a new addition to our class. Please come in."
The teacher called me in.
The moment I stepped inside, I scanned the room. Familiar faces, some new ones. I spotted Takashi Komuro and his little future group—Rei Miyamoto, Saeko Busujima, Saya Takagi, and Kohta Hirano. Among them, I also saw Yuki Miku, a few unknowns, and that Kokujin guy from the NTR hentai.
Oh, and Hiroki's sister from the NTR. I think her name was Kanako.
It is worth mentioning that apparently in this universe the main characters of the work are all in their third year of high school.
I put on my most charming grin. "Hey, name's Marco Di Balla. I'm Brazilian. Nice to meet you all. Please take care of me."
I intentionally locked eyes with Saya Takagi and gave her a wink. Her face instantly turned atomic red. Ha! Being good-looking in an ecchi/hentai world really did have its perks.
Now… let's wait for the break. I have a certain cuckolder to beat.
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