Hentai King System

"Please! Please!! Won't someone give me a viewing ticket!!!"

A faint hope wrung out her last strength.

Her throat seemed ready to tear.

Even so she raised her voice.

But the result was the same.

Not a single person answered her.

There were also those who watched the girl from a distance and whispered with lowered voices.

"Is that girl like that too? Unsightly."

"This year's final is hugely popular, so it can't be helped if you can't see it. Just give up quietly."

"If it was at an early stage before the final card was decided, you could buy at list price. Yes, like me."

"She's just a trend-chaser who came after it became a topic. Know shame, know shame."

While laughing they continued whispering on purpose in a loud voice so she could hear.

Each of those lines stabbed sharply into her ears.

The girl had been looking down while biting her lip, but eventually she raised her face as if deciding.

In the eyes of her who raised her face there was still a fragment of hope that had not vanished.

Covered in wounds, wet with tears, and even so a light that would not fully go out.

"Please!! Please!!!"

She raised her voice as if shouting.

That was already a prayer.

But the result was the same after all.

Not a single person answered.

In the eyes of the people passing by there was not a speck of the color of sympathy.

What was there was only curiosity and a sense of superiority.

"…Truly unsightly."

"I don't want to end up like that."

"I can't stand to watch. Shall we ask a guard to drive her off."

Voices like that seemed to be heard.

It was already no good.

It was the moment tears seemed about to spill.

"Good day, lovely girl."

Spoken to, the girl turned.

Standing there was a glasses-wearing boy who gave off an intellectual atmosphere.

"Am I correct that you are seeking a viewing ticket?"

"Eh…?"

"I am prepared to hand one over with conditions. But here in front of the venue is no good… If you don't mind, let's change places and talk in detail."

The boy quietly held out his hand.

There was no shadow of hesitation, yet no air of forcing either.

In the back of the girl's throat an unspoken hesitation rolled once.

"If you don't need it, that's fine too. I'll call out to someone else—"

"W-wait please! I'll go!"

The voice had come out as if by reflex.

When she noticed, the girl's hand was firmly gripping the boy's hand.

"I see. Then let's go."

"Y-yes!"

Sewing through a gap in the crowd, the two slipped into a side street.

The stir of gazes that had been stabbing until a moment ago receded.

Only the temperature of the gripped hand quietly confirmed the destination.

"Sorry for having you come to a place like this."

While floating an apologetic expression, there was calculated composure in the boy's gaze.

In the sun cutting into the alley, the lenses of his glasses glinted.

"Ah, no…"

The girl drew her foot back only one step.

She had not thought she would be brought to a back street like this.

But she felt no hostility in his voice.

Then to obtain a viewing ticket she only had to push forward.

"If we hand over a viewing ticket near the venue, chaos could occur if we're unlucky. Besides, negotiating the 'conditions' would also be unseemly in that place."

The boy chuckled.

The girl tilted her head, then immediately came to herself with a start.

"U-um… so! What are the conditions…?"

"…You needn't rush that much. I'll explain properly later. Please follow quietly."

The boy this time floated a calm smile.

It was intellectual, and even somewhat gentlemanly.

But why.

She could not help feeling an inexpressible sense of wrongness seeping behind that smile.

"See, that house. The person who will give you the viewing ticket is there."

What he pointed to was a solitary house standing in the depths of the alley.

The house standing as if fleeing sunlight drifted a loneliness as if left behind by time.

Curtains hung on the windows, and one could not glimpse the inside from outside at all.

"Please negotiate the 'conditions' with sincerity."

"Y-yes…!"

The girl involuntarily straightened her back and answered.

Her voice trembled faintly, but she puffed her chest so that would not be noticed.

(It's fine… I have the one gold coin of list price. Since we moved places it might get higher… But it's to meet Lord Rigel. In the worst case, even if I have to borrow…)

While strongly rousing herself inside, the girl advanced her steps.

The fingertips that put a hand on the doorknob were faintly sweaty.

The instant she stepped in, the air changed.

A damp smell different from outside.

And then.

"Th-this is…!?"

It seemed like a bedroom.

One bed, a simple toilet by the wall.

Almost no furniture or decoration.

Past bleak, it felt like a temporary holding facility.

"Wey! She's here, she's here!!"

"My, what a cute young lady. Well done."

Suddenly noisy voices rang as if tearing the air.

Inside were two boys.

One was a cheerful brat-type boy.

The other was a boy who drifted a strange intimidation in his quiet bearing.

Just from their gazes meeting, her spine shivered with a jolt.

Together with the glasses boy who had brought her, that made three boys in this place.

"Then let's start right away! Hey, prepare the magic tool!"

"Yeah! I'll film it perfectly!!"

Saying that, one of the boys began preparations.

What was set was a magic tool the girl had no memory of seeing.

A square object with some kind of pattern carved into it.

"Opening, Exciting Challenge!! Today a cute young lady came for us!"

The leader-type boy raised his voice.

While taken aback by that scene, the girl asked.

"U-um…? What is this exactly…?"

"Oops, sorry sorry. Did a bunch of guys put you on guard?"

"N-no…! It's not that…"

The girl involuntarily returned words of denial, but while saying it she herself was a little confused.

She had said "it's not that," but in truth she was a little scared.

Anxiety of not knowing what she would be made to do slowly spread at the bottom of her heart.

"Well, I'll explain. This magic tool is a camera. Though you might not get it even if I say that. It's the latest thing that records video and audio."

"A magic tool…"

The girl muttered small and swallowed saliva with a gulp in the back of her throat.

In those eyes curiosity toward an unknown tool and anxiety mixed.

She was not a student of the Royal Academy.

Just a commoner.

She lived a solid enough life to save gold coins for watching the martial arts tournament, but it was by no means a wealthy life.

Opportunities to see the latest magic tools were not that common.

"It's a new initiative. We'll have you challenge a 'little game.' If you clear it, the viewing ticket is yours."

"A game…? Um, I have gold coins prepared, but…"

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