TCHR-033 A Collaboration Record of a Certain Man: Chikoi Ko Ippyo

Birds of a feather flock together. There are deranged people who are nothing but a harm to society. There are truly vulgar people who are failures as human beings, bugs in the human race, trash—no matter how harsh the words, they still would not be enough to describe them.

Such deranged people are drawn to others like themselves and form connections. Even if it is not organized, they naturally gather together and, at the lowest level, lick each other’s wounds. Just as so-called successful people gather in Minato Ward, alcohol-dependent welfare recipients gather at the cheapest bars in the old downtown area.

Even people at the very bottom of society, like Ojisan, have their own networks. This time, those surprising companions took advantage of Ojisan’s foolish actions.

It had originally been a solo act by Ojisan.

The woman this time, no matter how you look at her, is one of those questionable pairs. Pure, untouched beings who know nothing of the world’s filth. To target two such people, maybe Ojisan has really gone off the rails.

After all, he should know from past examples that trying something extreme when sales drop is what fools do. He had always said that he only chooses women who can make money, and that mixing in personal feelings is something amateurs do. So maybe this time too, he simply judged that they would be profitable. But because the two of them look so dangerously unfit, even I, who is supposed to sell them, hesitate.

Article 175 of the Penal Code, the law against distributing obscene materials, does not punish the person who made the material; it punishes the person who sold it. In other words, the one who spreads it and sells it to the public is considered worse than the one who made it.

But wait a moment. It was Ojisan who came up with this devilish act, chose the woman, and carried it out. We are nothing more than humble sellers. We are simply acting with a seller’s professionalism, doing our best to sell whatever we are given. And my sales commission is only 15 percent. A certain streaming site takes 75 percent. Even a fool can see who is worse.

I’ve gone off topic.

This time, it should have ended as a solo act by Ojisan. But after seeing one woman’s reaction, Ojisan called in another man.

The bald man, also known as Takuan.

Ojisan was in it for the money, while Takuan was in it for curiosity. In some ways, Takuan may be the more sincere one. But this case made it clear that nothing is more troublesome than sincerity. He shows no mercy.

For Ojisan, she is merely a product, so he damages her only within the limits of what can be restored. But Takuan is different. He drives her to the edge. Driven by a pure curiosity to see her true self, he pushes her until the armor around her mind collapses. He is only interested in the bare soul left after every shell has been shattered.

Ojisan apparently watched Takuan’s actions with a look of disbelief, muttering, You’re making a mess of everything; cleaning this up is going to be a pain…

I thought they were the same kind of people, but for Ojisan, who only cares about cost performance and time efficiency, Takuan’s, in a sense, serious and sincere pursuit held no appeal. Instead, Ojisan’s purely material attitude—seeing the woman as nothing more than a sex toy—stood out even more by comparison.

Ojisan is only interested in money. And not yen, but dollars are best, he said in fake Kansai dialect.

After about three years of dealing with him, I can only feel contempt for Ojisan.

And yet, why… why does this make me tremble with excitement?