The End?

Day 99

Hiruko looked at the positive pregnancy test she held in her hand with a smile. Just as she had hoped, enough unprotected sex had resulted in her impregnation - but there was only one person she had unprotected sex with these last few months.

Takumi Tsumino.

Not only that, but she had learned that everyone who had participated in the orgy on day 80 had also recently tested positive, just as she had hoped. As it happened, she might not have been able to find Karua during these last 99 days, but that was because she had never bothered to look. Not long after she met Takumi, she had looked him up, and sure enough, he came from a wealthy and successful family. If he had found Karua too early, she risked losing him as a client early, and she couldn’t risk that.

She might be losing out on the cost of that hotel room, but by getting herself and her closest allies impregnated by him, she ensured that he’d be legally and financially tied to them, and the Red Light District, forever.

Though even that was simply a small bonus as part of her bigger plan. The reason why she became the Ultimate Sex Tourism Guide was because she could direct wealthy and attractive clients strategically to different groups of sex workers around the city, gradually building up favor and trust with them. And those that refused to work with her, she spurned, punished, and… cajoled them until they saw things her way. Takumi was by far the biggest whale she had ever landed, though, and he allowed her to spread money and influence to each and every corner of the city, in both reverent and fearful tones.

And why did she do that? Simple - once every two years, the sex workers of the Red Light District would get together and elect a leader from their number to protect their interests, create and enforce rules, and represent them legally in the city.

The Red Light Queen.

And not only did she plan on claiming that title, but she planned on keeping it for a good, long time. She’d not only live with her new child in a life of luxury, but she’d also usher in a new golden age in the Red Light District under her leadership. She was sure of it.

The only thing left standing between her and that future in her mind was one last conversation with Takumi, where she would break the sad news to him that Karua simply couldn’t be found. She hoped he wouldn’t break out into tears, but she was prepared for it if that was the case.

About half an hour after throwing her pregnancy test away, Hiruko stood outside the door to Takumi’s room and gingerly knocked on its wood.

“Good morning, Takumi. I’m afraid I have some bad news for you,” Hiruko began, but there was no response. “Takumi, are you there?” She knocked again. Still no response. “Tch… well, that’s the last time I bother giving you a courtesy knock.”

She took out her copy of Takumi’s electronic room key and opened the door.

“Alright, get up, you lazy bones!” she said as she approached his bed and grabbed the covers. “I’ve got news about Karua! Don’t you want to hear…”

Hiruko trailed off as she lifted the sheets and found that Takumi wasn’t there. Instead, she just found a small note that read:

“I know.”

Hiruko’s eye twitched for a moment before she let out a scream of pure rage and frustration so loud that everyone for several blocks around the hotel heard it.

Takumi, however, was long out of earshot at this point. He had figured out that Scarlett wasn’t interested in actually helping him find Karua over two months ago, and he conducted his own investigation as to her whereabouts. He quietly asked sex workers that Scarlett didn’t know about her, he infiltrated the sex worker group chat and posed as one of them to get more information, and he had the girls he grew to actually trust be his agents, to scour the city high and low for any sign of her.

And today, just before he was due to leave town, he finally found a solid lead. Someone who perfectly matched Karua’s description at a hotel not too far from the Red Light District. Not as a sex worker, but as a regular maid.

“Sorry I doubted your chastity, Karua,” he said to himself as he approached the door to the lobby. “Alright… here goes nothing.”

Takumi pushed the door open, expecting to have to ask around, or perhaps pretend to rent a room before he could find Karua. Instead, he found her right at the front desk, speaking to the receptionist.

“Oh… my… god! It’s… it’s really you!” Takumi dropped the bag he was carrying and immediately ran to the woman, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “Karua!”

“Ah!” the woman gasped in surprise as she was hugged. “What the…? What’s going on?”

“It’s okay, Karua! It’s all over now!” he said as he held her, tears running down his face. “I’m going to get you out of here, and you’re going to be safe from now on! Do you understand? Everything is going to be just fine!”

The woman stood there in silence for a few moments before awkwardly pushing Takumi away.

“I… I’m sorry but I think you might have me mistaken for someone else,” the woman replied. “I don’t know who you are and… my name’s not Karua.”