Quest for Tentacles: False Advertising [Episode 130828]

“WE WANT TENTACLE SEX!!!”

Moroboshi Ataru protectively waved his hands in front of him while moving backward from the mob of angry women.

Usually, Ataru would be delighted to be the center of attention of so many females, but those weren’t favorably disposed toward him.  Their glares were scathing, and they seemed ready to rip him into little pieces.

“Ma’ams... please... there must be some sort of mistake!” he pleaded uncomfortably.

“There’s no mistake!  Your Website was advertising live tentacle sex for those who paid full membership to your club, and what did we get?  Everything BUT tentacle sex!”

“Yes!  Even your so-called sample videos were just using lousy special effects!”

“What do you have to say to this, Mr. ‘money-back-guaranteed’?”

Ataru sweatdropped heavily.  His brand-new peep show/strip joint with live Webcams was starting well, and on the verge of becoming a lucrative enterprise.  To reach this point in a saturated market, however, he had to do lots of catchy advertising, not all of it entirely honest.  The “Live Tentacle Sex” part was, to tell the truth, a complete scam.  Useful to attract new members, which he had hoped would be satisfied by all the tits & asses offered otherwise.  Ataru would never have expected that someone could openly admit this strange fetish — and even less that they would barge into his own office to threaten him with physical violence if they didn’t obtain what was promised.

“I swear, ladies, it was all a misunderstanding...” he nervously spoke.  “We had some little technical problems with the Tentacle Sex section of our club, but it will be solved soon, and you’ll be quite satisfied with the resul—“

But Ataru suddenly shut up and froze in fright when the sharpened tip of a katana stopped just under his nose.  Damn, he hated swords... that idiot Mendō had tried to skewer him with one too many times for his taste already.  The proper-looking, middle-aged woman in a traditional kimono brandishing the weapon directed a chilling gaze at the young porn entrepreneur.  “I do hope you have no intention of failing to keep your commitments... that would be a very dishonorable thing to do.  I would be extremely upset if this was the case....”

Ataru swallowed, his throat dry with fear.  He struggled with the urge of nodding reassuringly, since it would likely cost him a bleeding nostril.  “You... have no need to worry... ahem... there’s even a floorshow scheduled... JUST for the tentacle sex ladies membership... in only... hu... two days.  There will be plenty of naughty, authentic tentacle monsters ravaging hapless women... and broadcasted live on our Website!”

A bossy-looking woman in a business suit approached the trembling little pervert.  Her two female bodyguards flanked him, preventing any attempt to bolt; they seemed ready to trounce Ataru, awaiting just a word from their mistress.  The bob-haired woman crossed arms over her chest, looking down at the lowlife before her.  “This... has better be true.  If it proves in any way to be another scam, I’ll sic my lawyers on you.  They’ll crash down your little affair and throw you to the poor house in no time.”

Ataru shivered, trying to keep control of his bladder.  “No, really, ladies...  I can guarantee you; tomorrow the Website will have the Tentacle Sex section back up, and you’ll find all the details there... it will also broadcast the floorshow for those who cannot attend the live performance.  Again, I apologize for the hassle...”

“We’ll see about that...” a younger girl snorted.  The teenager had short blue hair and was wearing a school fuku.  “Just in case, we have all your credit card numbers.  If you try to swindle us again, I will hack your Website and ruin your personal life!”

Moroboshi inwardly groaned.  Great, a hacker among them, could things get any worse?

Bowing and apologizing profusely, Ataru watched the angry customers slowly leave his office.  When the last one had exited, he let out a long sigh and slumped to the floor.

Damn... how could he organize a hentai floorshow in only two days?  He knew that it shouldn’t be too hard to get the girls for the performance... since his start in the business, he learned that there was some pretty perverted women out there, ready for many things with the correct paycheck.

But where in Hell was he supposed to find some genuine tentacle monsters??