I Came to Protect Them But Now I Only Corrupt Them (R-21)

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In front of the construction site office.

Momota was waiting for Yamazaki.

"Hey, Four-eyes."

Yamazaki, in his work clothes, smirked defiantly.

"What do you want, here?"

The post-rain air hung between them.

"You, too, will get your just deserts."

Momota's glasses glowed red.

"I'll give you a body that can't exert any strength."

"Wha... wait! That's creepy!"

Yamazaki's body stiffened.

The ability permeated every one of his muscles.

Momota walked away with a sneer.

Momota meditated.

He prepared another pair of glasses and used the power of clairvoyance imbued in them to observe Yamazaki.

From that day on, Yamazaki's abnormality began.

First, he couldn't lift materials.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Get a grip!"

The site manager's angry shouts flew.

"Why..."

The weight he used to lift effortlessly

was now as heavy as lead.

Next, he couldn't even climb a ladder.

"I can't... exert any strength."

His trembling hands desperately gripped the handrail of the stairs.

And the decisive event was

something that happened during steel frame assembly.

"Ah..."

Sudden loss of strength.

With a metallic clang, the work stopped.

"Yamazaki! What are you doing?!"

"That's dangerous!"

Voices of blame from around him.

"I'm sorry..."

"My body won't obey..."

Even going to the doctor, the cause was unknown.

No abnormalities were found in tests.

But his former superhuman strength

never returned.

"Don't bother coming anymore."

The site manager's voice was cold.

"You're too dangerous to employ."

Yamazaki received a dismissal notice.

Behind him, Momota smiled quietly.

(This is your reward.)

Rain started falling again.

As if to foreshadow Yamazaki's future without strength.

In an alley in Akihabara.

Momota waited for Sekine, who had just come out of an anime shop.

"Long time no see, Sekine-kun."

Behind his glasses, his eyes glowed red.

"I'll give you a curse that makes you lose your memory."

The first abnormality started with something trivial.

While organizing anime merchandise,

"Huh... when did I buy this?"

"I can't remember the name of this product..."

Gradually, important things began to slip away.

"What day is it today...?"

"Where am I...?"

His work mistakes increased.

During customer service, he would suddenly stop explaining products.

He'd forget how to operate the cash register.

"Sekine-san, are you okay?"

His worried colleagues' voices.

The doctor's diagnosis was shocking.

"Suspected early-onset Alzheimer's..."

"Onset at such a young age is extremely rare..."

His parents looked at their son in disbelief.

"No one in our family has such a disease..."

His memory was rapidly being lost.

"Sara-san...? Who's that?"

"Club...? Did I ever go to such a place?"

The only memories that remained clear were those of anime and games.

But even those gradually became confused.

"Who's this character...?"

"How do I play this game...?"

Every day felt like being in a fog.

Memories vanished like smoke, and reality slowly receded.

His parents desperately supported their son.

"It's okay, Mom's with you."

As if talking to a small child.

From a distance, Momota watched.

(This is your reward.)

The rain continued to fall quietly today.

It melted into the ground silently, like Sekine's fading memories.

One after another, without hesitation, Momota used his abilities.

The suppressed desires were unleashed like a torrent, using his power to its fullest.

After banking hours.

Momota stood behind Rokuro.

"Good work."

His glasses glowed red.

"From now on, your hands will move on their own. You'll want to steal money when you see it."

It began slowly, but surely.

Starting with small amounts.

"Huh..."

His hand counting change took one too many bills.

"Why..."

Gradually, the amounts grew larger.

"How...?"

Errors in passbook entries increased.

"My hand..."

And then, the decisive day.

On the evening of a large deposit.

In the empty bank, Rokuro's hands trembled.

(I have to stop this...)

But his body moved against his will.

His feet walking towards the vault.

His fingers inputting the PIN.

His hands grabbing the cash.

"Why... why..."

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

The security cameras captured everything.

The next morning, the police entered the bank.

"Asano Rokuro-san, right? You're suspected of embezzling 350 million yen..."

Rokuro was arrested.

"It wasn't me... it wasn't my will..."

But the security camera footage was clear.

A premeditated large-scale theft.

No room for settlement.

The bag containing 350 million yen was found empty in the sea.

All the money was in Momota's hands.

Rokuro.

Sentence.

10 years in prison.

From a distance, Momota watched.

(This is your reward.)

Rain continued to beat against the prison walls.

As if quietly watching over Rokuro's lost future.

At the greengrocer "Tsukagoshi".

At dusk, Momota appeared before Tsukagoshi.

"Long time no see."

Momota's voice showed not a trace of his former timidity.

Behind his glasses, his eyes glowed red.

"Oh, Takejiro-kun."

Tsukagoshi still used his old familiar tone.

"You've grown quite grand..."

At that moment, Momota's ability caught Tsukagoshi.

"From now on, you will live with a mouth that cannot lie."

From that day on, Tsukagoshi's life began to collapse.

"This cabbage is a bit rotten."

He suddenly blurted out his true feelings to a regular customer.

"Your wife has amazing breasts, doesn't she? I regularly use them for masturbation fantasies."

"You're a cute little girl. Someday you'll work in a brothel and satisfy this old man's penis a lot."

"Your wife, wasn't she Sawada's ex-girlfriend? Sawada used to say that even though his girlfriend was cute, her hairy butt was a flaw. I've been wondering if she got married after getting her butt hair removed. Show me your butt hole sometime."

Uncontrollable honest words drove customers away one after another.

"Hey!! What's wrong with you?! Have you gone crazy?"

His wife asked worriedly with a surprised look.

At that moment—

"Actually, Miss Tsukishiro works at a prostitution parlor in Tokyo... it's a soapland called Nukinuki Gakuen."

Confessions that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

"Saya-chan, the daughter of Tsukishiro Shrine, was screaming with pleasure from my penis... I made her cum relentlessly while remembering her miko outfit."

His wife's expression froze.

"I used to go twice a week! I even made plans with other regulars... I went with Yamazaki's old man too, there was a reverse 3P option... cute Saya-chan sucked my penis and Yamazaki's alternately! We sandwiched her ass and pussy and violated her! Saya-chan even fainted at the end."

Truths spilling out one after another.

Secrets hidden for many years flowed out as if a dam had burst.

"Our savings... the house loan... I poured it all into that shop... actually, the money for stocking the shop has been tight recently. But hey, it's not my fault. It's all Saya-chan's fault for being so cute, beautiful, and good, yet so incredibly erotic and perverted, tempting me. There are no limits! She even drinks my pee deliciously. The other day, she even put on a defecation show in front of my camera while licking Yamazaki's butt hole."

His wife stood still, just listening to her husband's confession.

No sadness appeared on her face anymore.

Her eyes looked at him like a monster, not her husband.

Dusk fell on the shopping street.

At the greengrocer's shop, Tsukagoshi's life collapsed with a sound.

From a distance, Momota watched.

Behind his glasses, his eyes still glowed red.

(Who's next?)

The gears of revenge continued to turn.

The spring rain began to fall quietly,

as if watching this omen.

Momota, fallen into darkness, randomly spread evil.

Momota successively released powerful tools into the world.

The Wristband of Superhuman Strength—

A police officer who initially vowed to use it for justice eventually succumbed to violence.

The Paralysis Earring—

A woman who said it was for self-defense on dark streets began to use it as a tool for secret revenge.

The Necklace of Transparency—

A scholar who claimed it was for research became fascinated by forbidden voyeurism.

The Hypnosis Glasses—

A doctor who promised to use them for treatment awakened to a desire for control over patients.

The Clairvoyance Glasses—

A businessman who said it was for business convenience eventually began to steal confidential information.

The Time-Stopping Watch—

A prosecutor who swore to use it for justice began to misuse it for personal gain.

The human heart was unexpectedly fragile.

Those who boasted of integrity, and those who maintained strictness, crumbled easily before the temptation of power.

Initially, with pangs of conscience,

slowly, but surely.

Morality faded, conscience disappeared, and human standards broke down.

And then—

When an ability was given to a soul already holding darkness.

The result was unimaginable.

Murder.

Robbery.

Violence.

Sexual crimes.

All kinds of darkness filled the city.

All these memories were etched into Momota's glasses.

The process of people falling.

The trajectory of darkness spreading.

The sound of the world breaking.

He took his hand off the glasses.

(This is... the real Takejiro Momota)

The astonishing power to grant abilities to people.

With that power, he slowly distorted the world.

Gaining wealth.

Manipulating people, exacting revenge repeatedly.

He became a feared presence.

The pure boy had fallen into an endlessly deep darkness.

His purpose was no longer clear.

Only hatred for the world grew denser and deeper.

The memories seen through psychometry sank into his chest like heavy lead.

Obsession with Saya.

Merciless retaliation against his classmates.

Revenge against the adults in the shopping district.

And the ongoing hatred for the world.

(I...)

(With my immature power...)

A sense of powerlessness enveloped his entire body.

In front of such overwhelming darkness,

What could he possibly do?

The spring rain continued to fall quietly.

It seemed to cast an even deeper shadow on Sato's powerlessness.

I myself understand the feelings of people who gained abilities.

The ability to see memories.

I intend to refrain from misusing it due to my morality.

On the other hand, desires can explode.

If I touch a woman's belongings, I'll know all her private secrets.

It's extremely difficult to suppress that desire when an attractive woman's belongings are right in front of me.

The future where I become Momota.

I became terrified and stopped that thought.