Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

I was first taken to the nearest police station.

After being placed in a detention facility in the precinct and examined only in a formal manner, they will be sent to Tokyo Detention Centre for inspection.

... Detention grounds are, in short, like a sweep away where local criminals get together.

Besides, it is certain that there are only men.

From the fact that I enjoyed the girls' soft skin until just now, it is a terrible drop.

Well, I don't know what an adult boy should be arrested for enjoying the girl's soft skin.

It doesn't have to be a fake arrest, because you're caught and you deserve it.

I feel two years in prison for sleeping with the girls, three years in prison for being freshly stripped and wiped with my underwear, and a definitive life sentence for being washed with my tongue.

If you look into my body now, a girl's saliva will be detected from all over her body, which could lead to a death sentence.

No, you're not, officer. The girls who live with me are just confusing their tongues with dirt towels. That's the kind of mental illness, it doesn't contain any sexual elements...

The police car continued to run and, if he noticed, had stopped while he was making an unconvicted statement in his mind.

What you see up front is an arrogant and soaring police station.

Apparently, we've arrived at our destination.

It's strange because I only hit an arrested play, but watching this building makes me feel sexually backward.

That's the only strangely intimidating place an officer hangs out.

"Please come down."

I was prompted to get off, so I replied "nod" and got off the patrol car. Of course, my hands remain handcuffed, and my hips are roped.

Now when you round your back and put your hood on, it's the completion of a fine suspect look that's embarrassing everywhere you put it out.

I don't know what to say myself, but I feel like I look good in this outfit.

"Then please take care of the cat until I come out."

"What?"

"You won't be able to take your pet inside."

I asked her to smile, but the female cops kept their face like a noodle.

I guess I'm just in the middle of doing my boss's rescue mission and I thought it was serious, but on second thought, I'm a guy who was carrying physical evidence that extended to underage and slutty behavior, so maybe I'm just usually disgusted.

Or that's for sure.

I'm getting a little depressed, man.

Disappointed, the female cops also stepped out of the patrol car and pinched my left and right.

I guess we'll head inside the precinct in this state.

Erin's been away for a while.

Are you going to bait me properly? These ladies.

Feeling a lot of anxiety, he moves his legs and passes through the front entrance.

After completing some irrelevant administrative procedures, he wandered around the station and was taken to an area where the detention facility was located.

"That's magician neutral."

"What did you do to him..."

What I hear hiccups and officials rumoring about is an effort to ignore it.

"From here on out, we're going to leave it to the male staff."

What the hell was that? and leaning his neck, the event began to convince him immediately.

Oh, I see, a physical examination...

Are you serious that you can even look up the butthole, it sounds serious, you bastard, because I'll get paid plenty of gratuities later, Mr. Sugitani!

After they literally checked my body in every corner, I was to be thrown into an octatami room. Naturally, it comes with an iron plaid.

They don't seem to be built as a place to stay for long, so they shouldn't expect it when it comes to sleeping comfort.

Looks like some of my clients are here.

… the ancestors. The point is, seriously, these criminals.

Isn't it the worst kind of environment to be locked up with them for hours?

As he lowered his back with a sigh, he was spoken to with a voice he could hear.

"Is that it? You're my middle husband. What the hell did you do?"

Alas in the left corner of the room, a badly eyed man.

It's Kundo.

"Why are you here... No, it's so normal for Yakuza to be in a detention facility"

"That's right. I think crime is my job."

"So, what did you do?

"If I bring a high school girl I met on SNS to buy sex, she's been called in."

"You're the usual."

Now I'm going to trade justice from the dress-grabbing, and Kundo stares at the ceiling.

"Can you do it in Japan? That's not true."

"I don't know. But it's worth a shot. In return for passing some information on to the police, we're going to have the charges turned into attempted murder."

"... on the contrary, you're not guilty, are you?

"Ouch. Yakuza failed to make an arrest. You can be abused in a pig box like this, so somehow you'll be the perpetrator of a violent case."

I've never heard anyone negotiate for a more serious sin for Fumiko...

I sighed in awe, and now from the right corner of the room, I said, "Mr. Neutral?" I heard voices.

"Mr. Neutral...... aren't you Mr. Neutral!

He was a Kurosawa producer.

"It's an odd encounter, I can't believe I'm meeting you here"

"... what the hell did you do?"

"No, I was ashamed to bring pillow sales to a talented girl, and she called me in. They were minors, so it's a big deal."

There's nothing I can do... there's really nothing I can do about it, you guys...

When I was completely turned back, Kundo asked me more questions this time.

"So, what did your husband do like that?

Me?

It can't be said that the current offender was arrested for making underage girls make uterine-0 beating tickets, etc. - etc.

"It's a fight, a fight. You accidentally killed him..."

"I see. Well, a man can do that."

Mr. Neutral Gatai is fine, so hey, Kurosawa producer nods.

Nevertheless, my acquaintance is just a criminal... King Leo is also a habitual criminal of fights and lizards...