Chapter 8: Ch 8 - New Family
Keita—or rather, Toru Hazama—couldn't believe his eyes.
Gone was the dingy apartment of his former life. Before him now stood a mansion, towering and gleaming like something out of a rich-girl dating sim. Marble steps, ivy-covered balconies, a fountain that seemed to spray money instead of water—he was rich. Or rather, Toru was rich.
His "father," whom he hadn't met yet, had apparently made his fortune in overseas tech ventures. And he'd recently remarried.
Keita already felt sick.
He had written this exact arc once—when he was spiraling. He'd used it to vent his anger, his loss, his lust. It was meant to mock the absurd fantasy of instant luxury and instant dysfunction.
Now he was living in it.
He stepped into the grand foyer, floor gleaming beneath his shoes. A maid bowed.
"Welcome home, Hazama-sama. Your new mother is waiting in the parlor."
Keita's stomach turned.
New mother.
The words felt cursed.