At the Male Protection Bureau office.
"We somehow found an unregistered male. At first, we thought it was a false report, but since we obtained a semen sample, we ran a genetic analysis as well. It turns out it's not a mistake."
My superior explained this with a troubled expression while holding a document.
"What's the rank of his semen?"
"Provisionally, it's Special A+."
"So, it's still too early to say for sure?"
"The sample just came in yesterday. We won't know until we observe 30 days of initial embryonic division and implantation rates."
"That makes sense."
Strictly speaking, fertilization can occur even with sperm from dogs, monkeys, horses, or cows. The issue is whether the fertilized egg experiences errors during early division, leading to self-termination, or fails to implant altogether.
"At the same time, reports of a male sighting have surfaced all over social media. He appears to be a minor and was seen walking hand in hand with a woman."
"Any details?"
"He was placed in a small truck owned by the woman and taken from the scene. We've been tracking the vehicle using surveillance cameras, so we know the owner and their current location."
"Additionally, a request has been made for a male protection officer. The request specifically asks for Hachikuma, who is familiar with the area."
So, they already have personnel in mind? That means they're experienced in handling cases like this…
Or rather…
"Aside from the discovery of an unregistered male, isn't this all proceeding normally?"
There are no procedural irregularities. The only issue is the mystery of where this male came from.
"As long as we classify him as a 'visitor from another world,' everything can be handled smoothly..."
My superior rubbed his temples.
"A case this rare only happens maybe once in a century."
It's so rare that the relevant protocols aren't even well known—because they've never been used before.
"Me?"
Hachikuma blinked in surprise.
"You've been personally requested as a protection officer."
Hachikuma is registered as a protection officer, but since nothing ever happens, she usually just gets stuck with paperwork.
Since the male in question is unregistered, has no protection officer, and lacks identification, it makes sense to send three officers as a precaution in case of an emergency.
"The charges here would be kidnapping and private monopolization of a male, correct?"
Kiyora, my junior colleague, was eager to assume guilt.
"Don't be so quick to label them as suspects. The request itself is legitimate."
I chided her. The only unusual factor was the existence of an unregistered male—everything else was by the book.
"You know we can make them guilty anytime we want, right?!"
I wanted to bury my face in my hands as Kiyora suddenly lashed out.
The male in question was merely chatting with several women, smiling wryly.
And yet, that alone was enough to snap Kiyora's fragile patience.
I exchanged a brief nod and a hand gesture with the man, conveying, Sorry, my subordinate is being an idiot.
He gave a small, knowing wave in return, as if to say, I understand, don't worry about it.
Apparently, Kiyora had judged the main perpetrator, Yata Umino, to be younger and smaller than herself, which made her overconfident for a moment. But appearances aside, Yata was one of the most influential people in this region. Kiyora was too young to know that yet—and, to be fair, I hadn't explained it to her.
"It's consensual, so there's no crime, you know?"
With a cunning maturity that didn't match her youthful appearance, Yata quickly outmaneuvered Kiyora in the argument.
No matter how close a case might be to crossing the line, in the end, the male's free will was what mattered. If he said he consented, that was the end of it.
With an air of triumph, Yata hugged the male, smoothly running her hands over his backside, then his crotch, before pulling him closer to whisper something in his ear. Finally, she kissed him—all in a seamless motion, right in front of us.
"...So lucky…"
A strained voice escaped Kiyora.
I couldn't blame her. What was happening before our eyes was a scene every woman, myself included, longed for but could never attain. This was what you'd call intimate bliss.
Honestly, I wanted to do the same.
No doubt Kiyora was imagining herself in Yata's place at this very moment. And who could blame her? It was happening right in front of us—what was the harm in fantasizing?
Still, we couldn't afford to lose ourselves completely, so I poked Kiyora's side to bring her back to reality.
As for Hachikuma… she seemed fine?
Watching her relative act so openly affectionate must have triggered her sense of detachment.
Oh, right.
For Hachikuma, this was basically just family business, wasn't it?
Yeah… That would explain a lot.
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