Chapter 257.
<strong>Chapter 257. Enlisting Ang’s Aid. (6/6)</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve thought it over. I’ll buy into thispany as much as I can before the otherpany you mentioned acquires it. At the very least, I’m pretty confident I’ll be able to make a good sum of money off of such an investment.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why are you blindly believing what I’m telling you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The time we yed that game made me think that you were my personal version of Lace''s demon. It was something I heard about in one of my lectures. I couldn’t help but associate it with you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do I look like some sort of monster that knows the precise location and momentum of every atom in the universe who can calcte their past and future values at any given time to you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. At least, when you got me to sign that contract, you looked like that. I’m willing to roll the dice and take the gamble to see what happens. Besides that, I don’t have anything better to spend my money on. Even with how much I spend, it’s just sitting in my bank ount and piling up.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re seriously considering going through with this?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Definitely. The projection you made is just too ridiculous for me to ignore.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Then, it’d be best for you to act right away and use your connections inside the music industry to get in touch with thispany as soon as possible. Their value goes up significantly with each passing day. Right now, they’re averaging about one hundred thousand users a day and the valuation is growing exponentially.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes. As that’s the case, I’ll need to get going now to reach out to my people and set up a meeting with their CEO.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It’d be nice if you could find a way to buy them out, but if they refuse, don’t push too hard or they may grow suspicious of your intentions. At the very least get on the inside.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. I know. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Without further ado, Ang stood up with a devious fox-like smile on her face and took her leave. I could tell, some sort of switch had been flipped in her.
<span style="font-weight:400">When she was gone I let out a long sigh. I’d gone and done something troublesome. Well, this time I didn’t particrly care though. It didn’t make much of a difference to me what happened with this app. There was no way it could get any worse than it had my first time through life so simply tossing out this bit of information didn’t matter.
<span style="font-weight:400">Ah. That reminds me… there was a certain website the world would be a better ce without. This one started up in November this year, however… I didn’t feel like there was any way to stop this one. It was a website that allowed you to effectively turn yourself into an e-prostitute with monthly subscribers.
<span style="font-weight:400">There would be droves of lonely guys who’d happily pay some random girl online to receive nothing in return. Though some would pay to be humiliated and shamed by the girl in a public setting. They were often referred to as pay piggies, those who derived pleasure from being financially dominated by a woman. Hell, there were even some idiots who’d settle for feet pics.
<span style="font-weight:400">If you beat the original creator of this website to the punch and made the site before them, itpletely defeated the purpose. If you tried to stop them from creating the site, someone else would eventuallye up with the idea and create it instead. It was just a matter of who created the site first. It was a lose-lose situation all around. Unlike the app Ang was going after right now, there was truly no way to stop this website froming into existence.
<span style="font-weight:400">What a headache. I’ll just turn my head the other way and act like I know nothing of it. This was the best I could do.
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m just one little man in this big world, there’s only so much I can do. It’s not even like it’s my job to do anything about these problems. Why do I keep getting caught up in these matters that go far beyond the scope of what a little high schooler like me should be involved with anyway? Isn’t this too ridiculous? I’m just a novelist/part-time convenience store worker/part-time devil damn it.
<span style="font-weight:400">This isn’t my job.
<span style="font-weight:400">Frustrated, I channeled all my energy into writing to forget about all this nonsense. I just want a peaceful life, yet an endless stream of problems keeping to find me on their own.
<span style="font-weight:400">When it was 3:30 PM I headed to work. My shift was with Yuna, so it was rather peaceful. Today we conversed about one of the stories she wrote. She asked me for feedback about the chapters, characters, world, and plot points. The genre of stories she wrote the most were psychological ones with mystery and suspense which contained traces of romance. They weren’t bad, but I personally felt theyckedyers.
<span style="font-weight:400">I could predict most of what would happen and I never had that aha moment when the mystery was unraveled. These days I only had that sort of aha moment when I wrote my own stories.
<span style="font-weight:400">My feedback didn’t seem to discourage her though. Rather, she looked eager to try again. It sort of felt like she wanted to write a story that would blow me away.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, I was rooting for her. I enjoyed such stories after all.
<span style="font-weight:400">After work, when I got home I purchased three tickets for the show at thearium and printed them off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not long after I printed the tickets out, there was a knock on my door.
<span style="font-weight:400">When I opened the door, I was greeted by a smiling duo, Alicia, and Rosa. One wore the smile of an innocent angel, while the other sported a devilish grin. The promise I madest night hadpletely slipped my mind. I was dragged away to the bed in my room and sandwiched between the two girls. I was faced toward Rosa who had her back pinned to the wall while Alicia wrapped her arms around me from behind.
<span style="font-weight:400">Rosa wasn’t the slightest bit bashful and took full advantage of the situation. It ended up as a repeat of the night before with Alicia, only with Rosa in her ce.
<span style="font-weight:400">I couldn’t help but think that this setup was quite typical of Alicia. She always acted in a way to keep things equal between the two of them. Trapped on both sides, there wasn’t much I could do. As such, I fell asleep, resigned to my fate as their shared hug pillow.