Trapped In Hentai Game Chapter 75-90 [14.5K+ Words & 32 Arts]

Trapped In Hentai Game Chapter 75-90 [14.5K+ Words & 32 Arts]

• Chapter 75-76 – Educating The People [R-18]

• Chapter 77-78 – Preparations – 1

• Chapter 79-80 – Preparations – 2

• Chapter 81-82 – Preparations- 3 [R-18]

• Chapter 83-84 – Preparation – 4

•  Chapter 85-86 – Preparations – 5

• Chapter 87-88 – Preparation – 6

• Chapter 89-90 – Sub Episode – 1

This contain sixteen chapters of Trapped In Hentai Game from Chapter 75 to chapter 90. It have 14.5k+ words and 32 arts for you to enjoy.

The business arc is finished and now new reward arc is started.

Here is sneek peek of the chapters…

Yung  listened to my words, and her face was clouded with deep contemplation for a moment. Then, without hesitation, she quickly began drafting a contract.

When I asked why she was doing that, she replied, “Well, it seems you have at least a firm grasp of this coin. You seem to understand its true essence.”

I nodded in agreement, and with that, our contract was sealed.

“Shall we wrap up the boring business talk here?”

“Aah… Y-yes!”

I put the signed contract into the bag I had prepared beforehand and then tried to continue with small talk.

“No, I mean, that part is all meaningless—!”

“I—if you think about it that way, then here too…!”

Miharu-san told me that Yung g wanted to overcome her fear of men. I was trying my best to keep the conversation going by talking about familiar topics.

Of course, that familiar topic was anime.

I was really glad I had watched that old anime my senior had recommended when I was just a private.

After a while, Yung g asked, “U-um, would you, would you like to come into my room?”

“Your room?”

“Y-yes… I have some anime figures there…”

During our discussion about otaku culture, the topic of anime  figures came up. Yung asked if I wanted to see them.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was really okay, before glancing at Miharu-san.

-Nod.

Miharu-san nodded. She was signaling that it was fine.

“Then, shall we take a quick look?”

Anyway, Yung g’s room, which I entered, was… how should I put it?

‘Wow… it’s a total mess.’

It was exactly what you would call an okatu.

‘Even when I was a shut-in before I possessed this body, it wasn’t this bad.’

Looking at the state of the room, I glanced at Miharu-san with a look that said, ‘Don’t tell me you didn’t clean this place even though you were paid to?’

She looked back at me, appearing wronged.

“I—I tried to clean it too. But she said I couldn’t…”

It seemed this was Yung’s own sanctuary that even Miharu-san couldn’t enter.

Sadly, it seemed that Yung g wasn’t proud of her own sanctuary.

“I, I usually clean it myself!”

Judging by how red her face was as she said that, it seemed she didn’t usually clean it at all.

As I briefly looked around the okatu-like room, I noticed a familiar screen.

No. To be precise, it was something I had a love-hate relationship with.

[Sub Episode: Save the Wounded Reclusive Okatu!]

It was a sub-episode.

‘Wait, a sub-episode is appearing here?’

Why did I have a love-hate relationship with sub-episodes? The reason was simple.

It was the damn system that had prevented my first time in Takuya’s body.

 ‘Is there even a need to use this?’

That’s why, as soon as I saw the sub-episode screen, I was about to press the decline button.

[Reward: You can see the ■■ of a coin and a certain stock.]

But just as I was about to decline, another screen popped up. Seeing it, I couldn’t help but smile.

The problem was that the exact details weren't revealed.

‘I don’t know what that ■■ is, but as long as it mentions coin and stock, I shouldn’t lose out.’

At least, if coins and stocks were involved, I wouldn’t be at a disadvantage. After hesitating for a moment, I pressed the confirm button on the sub-episode screen.

To be honest, I was curious about what would happen if I cleared it.

‘By the way, if I have to save her, how do I even do that?’

 ‘No. No matter what, that can’t be it.’

As I entertained such strange thoughts, a memory of Hanaya came to mind.

‘Ah. Come to think of it, there was usually a tip window that appeared, wasn’t there? It’s not showing up this time?’

‘Could it be that this time, I’d have to figure it out on my own?’

‘Ah. That’s a bummer.’

While I was thinking about how to clear the sub-episode,

Yung was trying her best to hide her flushed face. She walked past the pile of trash toward the place where the figures were.

I was putting aside my thoughts about how to clear the episode and wondering how to get in there when a sudden accident occurred.

“Kyaa!”

Yung stumbled and fell as she stepped through the trash, as if she had stepped on something wrong. Behind her was a pile of trash that looked quite hard.

Fortunately, she quickly grabbed the clothes rack behind her, preventing herself from falling directly onto the heap. But the real problem was something else.

 ‘Man, this is so awkward.’

I just stood there. I was overwhelmed by her crying sound. I was feeling the awkwardness fill the room. Honestly, after witnessing such a shocking scene, feeling awkward was inevitable.

I lingered there for a while, then decided to gather some confidence.

‘Right. I didn’t do anything wrong (probably)! I had nothing to be ashamed of! Why should I feel intimidated?’

‘Let’s be confident. If I’m awkward, the other person will be even more awkward.’

 “No. Why is that?”

“W-well…”

At my question, Yung g began to tell her past story.

Honestly, I expected at least some resistance.

 “Miharu, is this the place?”

“Ah, yes, this is where Yung  is.”

“It’s a nice place.”

“Yes. Apparently, she makes quite a lot of money…”

At Miharu’s words, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a piece of candy.

 Looking at the large mansion, I recalled the personal information about Yung g that Miharu had shared.

‘Her name is definitely Takahashi Rua, Japanese… or rather, a second-generation Korean-Japanese.’

Her nickname is Yung g. Her Korean name is Yoon Sunhwa, but Yung g sounds cuter than Yoon, so that’s what everyone calls her.

She dropped out of high school, probably due to bullying.

After reviewing all the information about Yung, I said, “Miharu, let’s go now.”

“Ah, yes.”

A few minutes later, Miharu and I arrived at Yung’s house.

As soon as we reached the door, Miharu pressed the doorbell as if she were used to it.

Ding-dong…!

The doorbell rang, and after a moment…

Creak…!

The sound of the door opening followed.

“C-come in…”

After checking it, she seemed to decide there were no issues. She put the contract down and hesitated for a moment before saying, “T-the contract terms are definitely g-good…”

This was because I had instructed Miyuki to set the contract terms generously.

When it comes to acquiring talent, I didn’t spare any means, methods, or money. That had always been the approach of the most successful person I knew in my past life.

Of course, that person didn’t go so far as to draw heavy criticism from those around him.

Still, being around someone like that had influenced me. I had also become someone who didn’t hesitate to spend money on talent.

Although, so far, no real talent had gathered around me.

“I-it’s an attractive contract… I really want to do it… but, can I ask just o-one last question?”

While I was lost in these thoughts, Yung g spoke to me.

“Okay… ask.”

I told her it was fine and that she could ask anything she wanted.

At my answer, Yung  didn’t hesitate and asked directly, “D-do you really think that thing called Bitcoin will s-succeed?”

Indeed, she was an amazing person.

Although I seemed to know the answer, I asked out of curiosity, “Do you happen to have a reason for thinking it’s Bitcoin?”

“I was thinking about what kind of work would fit the contract terms and you, and I just remembered seeing something called B-Bitcoin in an economic news report I saw before.”

There was already someone who knew about the existence of Bitcoin?

Hearing Yung g’s words, a chill ran through me.

Does that make sense?

Enjoy!!