Your Deadbeat Father Left You a Fortune... and Six Women?!

Renji Takamura had always been poor.

Not starving-on-the-street poor, but the kind of poor where a single unexpected expense could completely destroy his monthly budget. At twenty-two years old, he was a penniless young man living in Tokyo and surviving from paycheck to paycheck.

His parents had divorced when he was little, and Renji had grown up with his mother. As for his father, he had practically vanished from his life.

Renji hadn't heard from the man in years.

The only proof that his father was still somewhere in the world was the child support money his mother occasionally received by mail.

As far as Renji was concerned, his father was nothing more than a deadbeat who had abandoned his family.

So when a legal letter arrived at his apartment one ordinary afternoon, Renji initially assumed it was some kind of mistake.

He opened it.

Then he read it again.

And again.

His expression gradually became blank.

"......What the hell?"

According to the letter, his father was dead.

Apparently, the man had passed away unexpectedly and left behind a considerable estate.

And, for reasons Renji couldn't understand, Renji was the sole heir.

"Wait. Me?"

Renji stared at the letter.

He checked the name.

He checked his own name.

He even checked the address.

Everything was correct.

His deadbeat father was dead.

And Renji had inherited everything.

At first, Renji assumed that "everything" meant some old apartment, a few pieces of furniture, and perhaps a modest savings account.

He was very, very wrong.

The legal procedures took some time, but once everything was finalized, Renji finally learned just how wealthy his father had become.

Apparently, after divorcing Renji's mother, his father had started a business that had eventually become wildly successful.

Very successful.

Absurdly successful.

His father had gone from an ordinary businessman to a ridiculously wealthy man, accumulating properties, investments, companies, luxury vehicles, and enough money to make Renji's head spin.

And now, all of it belonged to Renji.

"......You're kidding me."

The number of zeros in his newly acquired bank account was so ridiculous that Renji had to ask the lawyer if there was some kind of mistake.

There wasn't.

He had inherited generational wealth.

An absurd amount of generational wealth.

The kind of money that meant he could probably spend the rest of his life doing absolutely nothing and still never run out.

Renji sat there in stunned silence.

He had spent his entire life worrying about rent, groceries, electricity bills, and whether he could afford to replace his worn-out sneakers.

Now?

He never had to work again.

Ever.

"This has to be a dream."

But it wasn't.

For the first time in his life, Renji Takamura had become rich.

And not merely rich.

He was filthy, ridiculously, unbelievably wealthy.

After all the necessary legal procedures were completed, Renji finally traveled to the mansion he had inherited from his father.

The moment he arrived, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"......This is a house?"

The mansion stood behind enormous gates, surrounded by beautifully maintained gardens. The grounds were so vast that Renji wondered if he had somehow wandered onto the property of a foreign aristocrat.

He checked the address again.

Yep.

This was his father's house.

His house now.

Renji slowly looked up at the enormous mansion.

"My father lived here?"

The man Renji remembered from childhood had been a distant, irresponsible father who had disappeared after the divorce.

Apparently, that man had eventually become a billionaire-level businessman living in a mansion.

Renji suddenly felt like he had missed several chapters of his own family's story.

Still, the mansion wasn't even the biggest surprise waiting for him.

Renji entered the house.

He expected servants.

Maybe a housekeeper.

Perhaps a few employees who had been hired to maintain the enormous property.

What he didn't expect was to find six beautiful women living inside.