Campione Scumbag in Mash-up Anime

As Hayasaka opened the door, she found a middle-aged salaryman standing at the threshold.

The man wore a slightly wrinkled gray suit, with a loose tie and a white shirt that had faded slightly. His hair was thinning at the front, with a few strands neatly combed over to cover his baldness.

He froze, stunned. Before him stood Hayasaka, clad only in a white bathrobe covering her body, her long blonde hair loose, still wet and dripping with water.

(My God… this woman is so sexy!) the salaryman thought, his eyes unable to tear away from Hayasaka.

(Is she doing this on purpose? Is she trying to seduce me? I've heard stories about frustrated women dressing provocatively to lure men who visit their homes into sleeping with them. Could I be in one of those situations?)

His mind wandered, imagining wild scenarios.

"Who are you?"

Hayasaka's voice snapped the salaryman out of his reverie.

"Good day." He said in a slightly hoarse voice, giving a small bow. He extended a business card with his hand.

"I'm Tanaka from NHK TV. Sorry for disturbing your time."

"How can I help you, Tanaka-san?"

Accepting the card, Hayasaka asked politely, though she already had a hunch about his purpose.

"I'm here to follow up regarding your NHK broadcast subscription fees." Tanaka said, nodding toward the house. "It looks like you have a television here, right?"

(Just as I thought… While I was serving Kaguya-sama, this never happened. NHK collectors never visited the Shinomiya Family residence.)

Reflecting on this, Hayasaka realized this was a new experience, one she hadn't encountered during her time as a maid for the Shinomiya Family.

NHK TV, short for Nippon Hoso Kyokai or Japan Broadcasting Corporation, is Japan's national public broadcaster.

Unlike private TV stations, NHK operates solely on subscription fees. This means anyone with a device capable of receiving NHK broadcasts—like a television or even a phone with a TV tuner—is legally required to pay the license fee, regardless of whether they watch NHK programs.

This funding system ensures NHK remains neutral, non-commercial, and free from government control, allowing it to deliver high-quality news and programming without external influence.

NHK agents often go door-to-door to collect fees, sometimes using subtle or even strong pressure to ensure payment. This frequently causes dissatisfaction among residents, many of whom feel charged for a service they didn't request or use.

"Wait a moment, I'll get the money."

The Rokuhara Residence clearly wasn't short on funds, and Hayasaka saw no reason to refuse payment. Turning, she walked back into the house.

Tanaka stared at Hayasaka's retreating figure, his eyes following her every movement.

Whether by pure coincidence or fate favoring him, Tanaka experienced the kind of perverse luck typically seen in ecchi anime.

After just a few steps, the loosely tied bathrobe slipped off. In an instant, the white robe fell to the floor, revealing Hayasaka's entire body.

"Hisss…!"

Tanaka gasped, his breath catching in his throat.

Hayasaka was wearing her white cut-out monokini, its provocative design full of holes and gaps exposing most of her skin. Her beautifully curved hips and firm, round buttocks were tantalizingly visible beneath the nearly transparent fabric.

Inevitably, something in Tanaka's pants reacted, rising and stiffening. Blood rushed, creating an unmistakable bulge.

"…!!!"

Unlike most girls who might scream, crouch in panic, or try to cover themselves, Hayasaka remained calm. She moved swiftly, as if it were a minor incident. With quick precision, she bent down, retrieved the fallen robe, and slipped it back on in a flash.

(Don't let Ren-sama know about this. Otherwise, I'm worried Tanaka-san might disappear,) Her thought, a faint crease forming on her brow, barely noticeable.

Hayasaka still had a conscience and didn't want Tanaka to die over such a trivial matter.

On the other hand, Tanaka stood frozen, processing what he had just seen.

(Is this woman doing it on purpose?) He thought, lust flooding his mind.

(Should I pounce on her from behind now? Take her right here?)

Desire burned through his thoughts, urging him to act irrationally. But at the same time, his common sense screamed loudly.

Tanaka was a coward; he didn't dare commit a crime. The risks, consequences, and fear of the law quickly doused his burning urges.

What Tanaka didn't know was that his cowardice had just saved his life!

If he had actually attacked Hayasaka and tried to assault her, he would likely have been encased in cement and dumped into Tokyo Bay by tonight.

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Soon after, Hayasaka returned. She walked with steady steps, as if the earlier incident had never happened. In her hand, she neatly held a stack of cash.

"Here's the payment for this month."

Tanaka, still slightly dazed and trying hard to hide his unease, quickly accepted the money. His fingers briefly brushed against Hayasaka's cold ones.

"Th-thank you, Miss!"

He gave a quick bow, his eyes stealing a glance at the faint glimpse of Hayasaka's cleavage visible through the slightly open neckline of her robe.

"Well then, I'll take my leave. Good day!"

With his breath held, Tanaka turned and hurriedly walked out of the Rokuhara Residence's gate.

Closing the door after Tanaka's departure, Hayasaka returned to the pool area.

The scene that greeted her was one she was accustomed to, though it still often made her shake her head inwardly.

Alya and Masha were engrossed in splashing water at each other, and Ririka was swimming leisurely on her back.

But what caught Hayasaka's attention most was Itsuki.

With her nine-month-pregnant belly, Itsuki wore a halter-neck bikini that barely covered her sensitive areas. Her voluptuous figure, even with her pregnancy, was still strikingly visible beneath the minimal fabric.

(Ren-sama's lifestyle is truly depraved. The lives of other conglomerate heirs may seem luxurious and free, but none are as hedonistic and unrestrained as this. Other heirs still have limits, family reputations to uphold, or at least the threat of a belt from their fathers if they act this outrageously.)

Though Hayasaka grumbled inwardly, she had grown accustomed to being part of the debauched life of her new master.

"Who was it, Ai?"

Ren's lazy voice sounded. He was still lounging in his chair, letting Hayasaka massage his broad shoulders.

"No one important, Ren-sama. Just an NHK collector."

"I see."

Ren nodded slightly, his eyes closed, enjoying the massage. Then, without warning, he opened his eyes and looked at Hayasaka.

"Ai, kiss me."

He stuck out his tongue, a familiar signal to her.

Hayasaka glanced briefly at Itsuki, offering a faint apologetic smile. Then, she lowered her head, bringing her face close to Ren's. Gently, she opened her mouth and took in his tongue.

Their tongues met, intertwining in a slow but passionate dance. The fruity taste of the juice Ren had just drunk lingered on Hayasaka's tongue.

The kiss was deep, wet, and lasted a while, showing how often they did this.

"If hubby's feeling horny, do it in the bedroom! It's dangerous to have sex in the pool!"

Seeing the scene up close, Itsuki shouted, her face flushed red.

No matter how many times she saw or even experienced it herself, she still wasn't used to Ren's open intimacy with the women in his harem.

Itsuki also reminded Ren not to have sex with Hayasaka in the pool for safety reasons.

*DING-DONG!*

The doorbell rang again.

"Tch. Who's interrupting this time?"

Ren clicked his tongue in annoyance, his eyes flashing with irritation at the interruption of his intimate moment with Hayasaka.

"Haah… Haah… Let's pause for now, Ren-sama."

Still panting slightly with a bit of saliva at the corner of her lips, Hayasaka quickly pulled up the top of her swimsuit, which Ren had partially lowered.

After ensuring her appearance was neat again, Hayasaka swiftly walked back to the entrance. Upon arriving, she opened the door immediately.