Five days had passed since Haru was forced to train, every day in a simple morning exercise routine. But Haru woke up late every day, and it was even harder for him to run ten kilometers on the spot every day.
Haru even distributed five more free points into his physical stats, while keeping twenty free points for emergencies, after leveling up twice more in the middle of five days of suffering. It made training every day easier for Haru, but it was still a pain in the ass for him.
It had been over a week since Haru arrived in the DxD world. His new world now.
And… Haru was very stressed during these five days, having to do the same daily exercise routine out of obligation. Because, if it were up to him, he'd be sleeping, not running ten kilometers every day like an idiot chasing muscles.
In the end, Haru only trained every day to avoid losing his beloved penis. Which was also the only way to relieve the stress accumulated over these five days of suffering and pain all at once.
Currently, Haru was leaving his house. His plan was to enjoy the entire night and relieve the stress of five days of accumulated suffering and pain in his body.
After five days of daily training, Haru wanted to let out his stress. Besides the stress, Haru was already bored with this world, especially with how boring the city of Kuoh was due to the lack of places to pass the time.
The only entertainment Haru found in Kuoh was the aquarium and the love hotels, or motels in Brazilian terms. Apart from those two places in the city, the rest of the fun was shopping and playing those games where you spend a few yen trying to grab a stuffed animal or a weird anime doll from an anime Haru watched these days out of pure boredom. The anime strangely focused a lot on breasts… which reminded Haru of the games Japanese developers worked on, with their focus on butts and tentacles that were never missing in a Japanese game for reasons Haru didn't want to know.
Haru was wearing dark jeans, a black long-sleeved dress shirt with almost all the buttons done up except the top one, giving a view of his defined chest, and casual black shoes with white soles.
Haru took the bullet train to another city, a city near Kuoh. It took only three minutes of travel after the train left Kuoh for the other city, which Haru was heading to after researching the city's locations on his smartphone's map.
With the map and GPS on his smartphone, Haru quickly found a good nightclub to spend the night and de-stress.
Haru didn't waste time and skipped the line, passing everyone. At the nightclub's entrance, there was a security guard, a large, muscular black man wearing sunglasses, a tight black shirt, jeans, and white shoes.
In Japan, Nigerian men were quite common in certain establishments and at spots selling good weed to foreigners in Japan.
The man, holding a notepad, stood at the door, blocking people from entering. Haru approached, his white hair standing out because of his black clothes.
"Your ID and name."
Haru reached into his pocket and, from his inventory, pulled out a large stack of money. It was all crisp ten-thousand-yen notes.
"Kurokami Haru, 22 years old, but here's two, sir."
The security guard took the money and thumbed through the notes, top to bottom and bottom to top. There were over two million yen in 222 ten-thousand-yen notes, almost double what an anime animator would earn in a year.
"You're on the list. You can enter, Kurokami-sama."
The security guard stepped aside, letting Haru pass.
"One moment, Kurokami-sama…"
"What?"
While the guard pocketed the over two million yen inside his pants, he pulled a small white bag from his pocket and handed it to Haru.
"…A bonus for your night."
"Thanks."
Haru thanked him while accepting the small white bag. Pocketing it, Haru entered the nightclub.
The security guard, with a happy smile for making good money that night, took his pen and wrote down Haru's name and age of 22 on the VIP list.
This obviously caused a commotion in the waiting line, especially among the men who were burning with jealousy seeing all the women eyeing Haru… or rather, eyeing the money that rich playboy had, in the view of the other men waiting to enter the nightclub.
Inside the nightclub, Haru could hear electronic music playing. Passing by men and women dancing and some making out in the corners of the club, even screwing in the hallways and corners, Haru headed to the bar and sat on one of the stools, ordering a drink.
"Give me your best Martini."
Haru handed a few ten-thousand-yen notes to the bartender behind the counter. The bartender nodded, took the money, and went to prepare the Martini Haru had ordered.
The bartender was a man in his 40s, with still-black hair, about 187 cm tall. He wore black pants, black leather shoes, a white long-sleeved shirt tucked in, and a sleeveless black vest with a bow tie around his neck. He always had a kind smile for everyone, even for the playboy kid he knew was underage… but the tip was too good to ignore his real age.
'No, Martini isn't a women's drink, quite the opposite. Martini with olives can greatly improve your view of women. Since they also enjoy this drink, a shared taste can be the start of a great conversation. Bunch of idiots.'
Haru thought, noticing the men giving him strange looks for ordering a Martini, a drink seen as more feminine in the male perspective.
Time passed slowly. Haru was taking his time drinking the Martini he ordered.
Many women approached Haru, but they were all easily drawn to his good looks, which made Haru dismiss them all, realizing he could fall for a scam because of a kid he was sure wouldn't be his.
It could be said that, for Haru, they were all the same, one way or another.
'All the women in the city seem to act like animals in heat because of my looks. That takes all the fun out of hooking up with one of them, hmm… I remember those two were a bit different. Sona and Tsubaki, right? They acted more normal toward me.'
Haru thought about how strange all the women were, but in comparison, Sona Sitri and Tsubaki Shinra were more normal toward him.
'Ah, screw it, I'll just pick any one of them to relieve my stress.'
Shaking his head at the world's stupidity, Haru decided to pick any woman.
"Hm?"
But as Haru was about to get up and pick any woman, he saw a woman who had just arrived. She was completely different from the others, acting much more normal and reserved, somewhat reminding Haru of Sona and Tsubaki.
Haru felt that even the atmosphere around her was different from the others.
Haru looked closely at her, analyzing her entire appearance.
She had brown eyes, long navy-blue hair covering her right eye. Her outfit consisted of a brown trenchcoat-style blouse with a wide collar, a matching mini-skirt, and black high-heeled shoes. The blouse was open at the chest, revealing her breasts and cleavage. She also wore a gold necklace around her neck and seemed to be wearing a white shirt under the blouse, visible only from below.
"Bartender, send the best drink available to that lady over there."
Haru quickly asked the bartender to deliver the best drink to that woman, handing over more ten-thousand-yen notes.
Following Haru's request, the bartender approached the woman sitting at a table farther away from the crowd in the room.
"I didn't order this." She spoke with pure arrogance and disdain directed at the bartender, who politely delivered the best and most expensive drink available in the house to her, the arrogant woman who looked at him with pure contempt.
"The young gentleman over there sent it for you, miss. It's the best in the house." The bartender spoke, pointing at Haru with a look of pity for a young man like Haru being interested in such an arrogant and despicable woman.
Leaving the drink on the table, the bartender walked away and returned to work while the woman looked at Haru, analyzing him carefully.
'What's someone so young doing in this place?' The woman was initially surprised to see such a young human inside the nightclub. But…
'He's not bad for a human… he has a very good and pleasing appearance. Maybe I can use him to de-stress. The new surveillance job is exhausting. Watching a pervert openly shouting about breasts and masturbating almost all the time is boring and tiring, plus he's disgusting.'
While thinking about using Haru to relieve her stress, she recalled her new job. Her job was to observe a target until further orders, but her target was very unpleasant to watch, being a disgusting pervert.
The woman picked up the drink and stood up from the table. With calm and seductive steps, swaying her hips alluringly, she approached Haru, who was seated at the counter.
She put on a sexy smile when Haru looked at her approaching.
"What's a sweet little boy doing in this dangerous place?"
"Getting past the security guard means I'm not a… little boy, my lady. And shouldn't I be the one asking you that? What's a beautiful lady like you doing in a place like this? There are many bad wolves like me lurking, waiting to devour an innocent lady like you."
"Fufufu. So…"
The woman sat on the stool next to Haru's.
"…Can the little bad wolf protect this innocent lady from the other bad wolves?"
"Oh, only an idiot would mess with the most dangerous bad wolf in the area."
"Is that so… hmm?… Kalawarner, just Kalawarner, no surname."
Seeing nothing impressive about Haru's physical build, the woman introduced herself to him.
"Haru Kurokami, I'm new in town… and in the country too."
"And where did you come from, little wolf?"
"Brazil."
"From the other side of the world. What are you doing here in Japan?"
"No idea. I'm only here because of God. He's a bastard asshole, you know."
"Hm. And what fault does God have, little wolf?"
"All of them."
"Fufufu. True, if he created us, the fact that we've become who we are today… is his fault."
Kalawarner let out a tired sigh at the end. Haru looked closely at Kalawarner's face and noticed a faint outline of shadows that wasn't from makeup.
"You look tired, my lady. Some problem with work?"
"Ah! Don't remind me! The surveillance target we're watching is a hopeless pervert. Our boss gave us the worst job available."
"I understand."
Kalawarner smiled happily, grateful that Haru understood her.
"Bartender. The best drinks…"
Haru placed a stack of money on the counter, all ten-thousand-yen notes. He glanced at the drink shelf behind the counter for a second while finishing his sentence.
"…From that stock."
The bartender took the money, understanding what Haru was talking about.
"You seem to have a lot of money, little wolf."
"At least that bastard God gave me plenty of that."
"Fufufu."
"So, how about you tell me about your new job… what's this hopeless pervert like?"
"Oh, he's… Hmm. He's a high school student, starting his second year this semester. Hyoudou Issei is his name. He's part of a trio of perverts hated at Kuoh Academy in the city of Kuoh. He…"
Kalawarner started talking while Haru listened attentively.
The bartender brought the best VIP drinks from the special stock.
Thus, Haru and Kalawarner drank while Kalawarner told Haru information about Hyoudou Issei that Haru wished he'd never known.
And so time passed…
With the poor guy listening to things about a high school student he never wanted to hear in his entire life.
The things Hyoudou Issei did in his room, at school, even on the street, were almost unbelievable to Haru, who'd had one or two questionable sexual adventures in his own life.
There were so many disgusting ways of masturbating that Haru was impressed with himself for not vomiting with each new method Hyoudou Issei used to jerk off in his life.
Even the information Kalawarner had about Hyoudou Issei's childhood was terrifying to hear.
That boy, Hyoudou Issei, definitely had mental issues beyond uncontrollable hormones because of just breasts.
In these last few hours…
The bartender suffered, holding back his vomit. At least with the money he earned from Haru tonight, it would be enough to start his own bar in another city… keeping in mind to stay far away from the city of Kuoh and never talk to a high school boy named Hyoudou Issei.
The bartender suffered but came out on top in the end.
Showing that the world turns.
End…