Chapter 153 – 153 – Out of Jail on Bail

The day before I was to be released on bail, a grumpy prison guard who looked a bit older came to me and told me that I would be released the next day.

Most of the civil servants in Japanese detention centers felt like ordinary correctional officers, and they all felt like civil servants who only followed formalities and procedures.

However, sometimes there are people who are harsh like that, or there are people who have a soft feel in the opposite way.

But it wasn’t a style I really liked. In general, that kind of grumpy civil servant style goes beyond the line and the topic.

“… Brother, brother. “Are you going to be released tomorrow?”

“Uh, okay. I’m going out. Goodbye. There will be a separate trial, but just getting out of the detention center is a huge advantage. “I’m going~!”

I didn’t know if I would be released on the third day, but I felt good knowing that I would be released on bail tomorrow.

I handed over all the items in the detention center that I had bought just in case to my classmate at the detention center and a former member of the host bar, who gave his name as Ren Fukuda.

Prison is ultimately a world ruled by capitalism, so the rich were the best.

A guy with a lot of money and a lot of power.

That’s why the shoulders were giving strength even in the camp room.

Except for really, really basic items, you had to pay money to buy them.

For example, it goes like this.

One thin blanket provided as standard. If I only sleep with this, I will catch a cold and get sick from the cold.

So, you have to spend money to buy more blankets.

However, the blankets that can be bought with the money are of standard, high-end, and ultra-high-end types. It is sold in stages like this.

It is not necessarily divided into stages like ranks, but the prices are different.

For example, the standard model is 5,000 yen, the luxury model is 15,000 yen, and the highest model is 50,000 yen.

For reference, the highest-end model is made of generous, thick cotton, cashmere, and silk, and even has a leopard pattern engraved on it.

(According to what I heard, it was handmade by inmates in a prison in a workshop for social adaptation and reformation.)

I bought 2 of the top-of-the-line model. It was something I couldn’t take with me when I was released from prison, but since I had a lot of money, I took the most expensive item.

They say that legally, it is a ‘rental’ rather than a ‘purchase’, so you must return it when you are released from prison.

Instead, it is a ‘permanent lease’ until you are released from prison, so if the prison term is long, it is essentially yours. My cellmate Ren Fukuda told me.

“You bastard, why do you know this so well? “You’re not a first offender, right?”

“No, no. Older brother. This is what I heard from my friend. “This is my first time in a place like this.”

I wanted to pack five blankets to sleep warmly and comfortably, but according to detention center rules, the limit is two blankets per person.

My original plan was to buy 5, spread 3 on the floor and sleep on the other 2, but I failed.

Anyway, even the blankets are basic, normal, high quality, and ultra high quality. It was a world where ranks were divided like this.

In general, ordinary prisoners just bought one more regular blanket and slept with two blankets along with the basic blanket.

I returned the basic model and slept in the two top models.

Besides this, all kinds of things have been influenced by capitalism.

From toothpaste, toothbrush, soap, body wash, detergent, clothes, food, etc… In some cases, even basic items were not provided.

Typical examples include toothpaste, soap, and detergent.

I had to buy this without spending money.

People who don’t have money can’t brush their teeth because they don’t have toothpaste, and when they wash, they have to wash with only water without soap or body wash, and because they don’t have detergent, they have to wash with only water.

Or, you have to be groveling to a rich person.

So even in the detention center, the person with the most money and power was the best.

Since I had a lot of money anyway, I only bought the best of what was on sale.

I didn’t eat anything like tasteless beans and rice, I just bought the priest’s food.

As I spent a lot of money, Ren Fukuda next to me treated me with respect, as if I was serving the owner of the money.

“Hey. Ren Fukuda. Since you have helped me well for three days, I will give you all the items I bought. Write well.”

“… Aniki, … No, oh yabung…”

‘What? Why am I suddenly so upset?’

But the funny thing is, I can’t take the things I bought in my cell home… , It was also okay to pass it on to someone else in the cell.

So, I bought the best things with my own money, but rather than donate them back to the Japanese prison, I passed them all on to my cellmate, Ren Fukuda.

Since I didn’t know when I would be released, I gave him all the high-end items I had bought, so Ren Fukuda called me Oya-bun from then on.

This kid secretly admires and admires samurai and yakuza… , They say they will treat me as Oyabung or something.

“… Oyabung, Aniki, please save me. Could you please get me a lawyer? I can’t understand the public defender… They’re talking bullshit about just admitting it and getting the sentence reduced or reduced… Sobbing…”

I am weak to the tears of pretty women, but I am merciless to the tears of men and ugly bitches.

No, on the contrary, I was the type of person who didn’t like to see it. Normally, I hate it like a dog when someone whines.

At least if a pretty girl does it, I can watch it… Should I say that I get more annoyed when people who aren’t like that do it?

Sympathy for men and ugly bitches? Pity? There was nothing like that for me.

Of course, I accepted Ren Fukuda’s request.

I didn’t even hear it.

In addition to this, Ren Fukuda also brought up unfair stories and social stories, but I was just blankly thinking about going out tomorrow.

Ren Fukuda said many things about whether he was the only hope because I was leaving tomorrow.

“People are really funny. People say that sex offenders in prison should be killed regardless of the reason, but we also know that there are people in the world who have been bitten by snakes and have been falsely accused. If you look at YouTube comments or Yahoo Japan, all criminals should be starved. Everyone must be killed. “There are so many comments like this.”

“Hmm. I guess so.”

“Every time I see that, I think Japanese people are really stupid. Stupid Japanese monkeys. How many people have been falsely accused, you idiots? Why is everyone talking nonsense about the death penalty? Are you against the abolition of the death penalty? Don’t you know that there are people who have been falsely accused? Is it okay to say sorry after killing someone? Why are Japanese people so stupid? “Oh yabung.”

‘It’s the same in Korea. ‘Do you think the whole world will be the same?’

“I think I was deliberately cornered like this because of the performance of the investigative agency.”

“Okay. It’s such a pity.”

It wasn’t sad at all. I just said nice things because I felt good about going out tomorrow.

As my attitude didn’t change much, it seemed that Ren Fukuda began to analyze me from various angles.

At first, she felt like an unfair victim and asked for help, but now she has given up on that appeal and found another route.

Since I wasn’t interested and gave a shit, it seemed like they were thinking of a different route to appeal.

He then threw various baits at me, one of which elicited a response from me.

“Brother, if you come to Shinjuku, where I work, I will show you what the Shinjuku Full Course is. Pretty girls on both sides…”

“… Really?”

“Yes. “I know a lot of really pretty girls.”

“Hmm…”

Is it because my attitude has changed and I am reacting differently than before?

I swore that if I could buy a private lawyer and get out of this crisis, I would offer or introduce a pretty girl to me every day.

“I will treat Oyabung as if I were her own brother for the rest of my life, and I will be her brother’s mistress matchmaker. Please accept me as your brother. I am confident that I will do really well. It’s because I feel really unfair. If you help me resolve this injustice, I will serve you faithfully for the rest of my life.”

To be honest, I felt tempted.

So I told Ren Fukuda that I would go out and find out.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you. “Brother!”

I was released on bail.

It is said that the trial must be held separately.

Hikari, Kyoka, Kaoru, Rino, and Miho welcomed me when I was released to the detention center, but they looked at me like I was looking at an ugly person.

Since I couldn’t stand the looks of the pussy slaves, I inserted my big vibrating cock into everyone’s pussy one after another and taught them clearly who was the master.

“You insolent bitches. How dare you look at me like that?”

“Haha… ♡ … Lord, my master, I was wrong… ♡ Ugh… !”

After giving true education to 5 pussy slaves, I used them… , More specifically, they asked the lawyer they hired to investigate the case related to Ren Fukuda.

At first, the lawyer was reluctant, saying that he had done his job since I was released on bail, but when I gave him some of the funds from the safe that I had stolen from a supermarket and stationery store in a rural village, he showed signs of licking the soles of my feet and sincerely accepted my advice. He helped me understand everything I was curious about.

The title for me also changed from ‘Jun Ota-san (Mr.)’ To ‘President Oota.’

“President Oota. “This is the information and photos about the woman who sued Ren Fukuda that the president inquired about.”

“What? “Were there orcs in this worldview?”

“… Yes?”

“… No, no. Nothing…”

I was purely amazed after looking at the documents and photos handed to me by the lawyer.

There was a really fucking ugly orc bitch in the photo.

‘Ren Fukuda, you bastard… , He was a good guy. She just feels wrong… If it were me, I would be so mad that I would fucking attack the police and prosecutors. They asked if her eyes were crooked and if she wore them as decorations…’