The Sorcerer Killer Didn't Make Any Money Today Either

The Heavenly Restriction Tyrant, killed by the Six-Eyed Divine Child, opened his eyes again.

Before he could even make sense of his surroundings, a red-haired woman shoved a credit card terminal in his face. "No need to thank me for saving your life. That'll be 860 billion."

The Heavenly Restriction Tyrant was silent for three seconds, then asked with a glimmer of hope, "...Yen?"

The Grand Puppet Master adjusted her glasses, her gentle voice shattering his hopes. "Pounds."

The black-haired man and the red-haired woman stared at each other. One slowly flattened his lips, while the other gradually curled hers into a smile.

Toji quickly crossed his hands over his chest and closed his eyes peacefully. "Ah, I've passed on."

The next second, someone grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up. Aozaki Touko removed her glasses and sneered at him. "Mr. Heavenly Restriction Tyrant, until you've paid off your debt, your soul can't go anywhere without your body. Not Heaven, Hell, the Root, or the Throne of Heroes."

"What does the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant owing you money have to do with me?"

"You have some nerve, Fushiguro Toji, you lowlife scumbag."

"No, you've got the wrong guy. I'm Zen'in Jinji. If you want to collect, go to the Zen'in family."

"You'd still have to pay even if you called yourself Zenjo Toji! Or I could take your son as payment."

"Too late. I already sold him to the Zen'in family. Wait! That kid's worth that much?! Damn it, I got ripped off!"

"Don't flatter yourself. Even with the Ten Shadows Technique, the combined bloodline of the Zenjo and Zen'in families could fetch at most 800 or 900 million... Wait! What happened to the money you got for selling him?!"

Toji felt around his pants, pulled a 500-yen coin from his pocket, and held it out to Aozaki Touko. "Oh, I had this much left. Here."

The puppet master let go of the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant's hair, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, her ominous Mystic Eyes gleamed in the night. "Toji."

"Yeah?"

"Now that I take a closer look, you're actually pretty handsome. Go sell yourself. I know a host club in Ginza. Work there for two hundred years and you can pay off your debt."

"Touko."

"What?"

"I'm banned from every host club in Ginza. They blacklisted me because I stole too much of their business when I was a kept man."

"...Then go back to your old line of work. Now, right this instant! Find eight or ten rich women to keep you. Let's start with a modest goal: earn me 60 billion!"

And so...

The Heavenly Restriction Tyrant went online to sell himself: skilled at his job, dedicated to his work, generously endowed, great in bed, handsome, and sweet-talking.

What rich woman could resist such a perfect kept man?

"None. Even women who aren't rich can't resist him." The Divine Child of the Gojo family took off his sunglasses with a grin and stretched out his arms, draping his entire 1.9-meter frame around the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant's neck. "How much did the rich woman offer? Name your price. I'll pay double."

Toji refused with great sincerity. "Sorry, young master. I'm not interested in men."

"Five times?"

"Tsk..."

"Ten times. Every month."

"Sure thing, sweetheart. No problem, baby. What position do you want tonight? Do you like being on top or bottom?"

Having witnessed the appalling transaction between two adult men, Itadori poked his friend, baffled. "Uh... Megumi, your dad and..."

The spiky-haired boy with dead eyes gave the most generic response imaginable. "What? Oh, I don't know those two shameless guys. I don't have a dad, biological or adoptive."

A feel-good story, full of wildly OOC characters. Daddy is the top with everyone. Don't ask who the pairing is; this story is mostly about sex. Whether there's any emotional connection depends on the situation.

Daddy truly loves Megumi's mom. There are age adjustments and headcanons about Megumi's mom. Daddy works as a kept man.

Readers who want chaste romance, proceed with caution! Caution! Caution! This man is filthy in body and soul!!

A no-drafts, no-outline, no-reliability story. Updates whenever.

That's all.

I've already put all the warnings in the blurb! Anything else isn't my responsibility.

Theme: Admiring the strong is human nature.