Campione Scumbag in Mash-up Anime-Chapter 142: Uesugi Fuutarou Working Overtime

The reasonable office hours in Japan generally range from 6:00 PM to 7:00 PM, especially for salarymen. However, Japan's work culture, notorious for its long overtime hours, means many workers don't leave the office until after 8:00 PM, and it's not uncommon for them to stay until late at night.

Although Japanese labor law suggests working hours of around 8 hours a day, the reality is often much longer than that.

Especially in companies known as black companies quitting times can be extremely inhumane. Leaving between 10:00 PM and 1:00 AM is commonplace, and often this overtime work goes unpaid.

Uesugi Fuutarou worked at one such black company. Every day was a struggle against an endless pile of work and relentless pressure from his superiors.

The sound of keyboard typing still faintly echoed on the half-empty office floor. Cold fluorescent lights illuminated the work desks with the starkness typical of Japanese offices.

"Uesugi-san, I'm leaving first!"

A coworker stood up, slung his shoulder bag over his shoulder, a tired smile on his face. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Fuutarou only glanced up briefly and nodded.

"Thank you for your hard work (Otsukaresama)."

One by one, coworkers began to say their goodbyes. Quitting time should have been three hours ago, but in a company like this—a black company—working hours were just meaningless numbers.

"See you tomorrow, Uesugi-san."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

Fuutarou remained seated at his desk.

The monitor screen displayed an endless Excel sheet. With his tie loosened and tired eyes, he glanced at the bottom right corner of the screen.

9:56 PM.

"Uesugi-kun hasn't gone home yet?" Asked Yamada, a young woman who always looked bored.

"Soon, Yamada-san. Just finishing up a little more of this report."

"Hang in there, Uesugi-kun! Take care of your health!" Yamada said, waving her hand before disappearing behind the door.

After his colleagues left, the office became eerily silent, leaving only the soft tapping of his keyboard.

Finally, Fuutarou saved the last file, closed all applications, and turned off his computer. Click. A light sound that felt like the end of a sentence.

"Finally finished. Huff... So tired, I feel like I want to get home and sleep right away." He muttered, rotating his stiff shoulders from sitting for too long.

Fuutarou got up from his chair and began to tidy his desk, slipping some documents into his black briefcase. Just as he was about to step towards the exit, heavy footsteps sounded from behind.

"Ho? You haven't gone home yet, Uesugi-kun?"

Fuutarou turned around and immediately recognized the voice.

Kamezo Gouzo—their division manager. A middle-aged man with a bulging stomach, an oily face, and a smile that never seemed genuine. The majority of employees secretly hated him, but no one dared to resist because of his seniority and status as a favorite of the board of directors.

"Good night, Manager Kamezo. I was just about to leave."

"Oh? Good, good." Gouzo said, stepping closer and then patting Fuutarou's shoulder with a heavy hand that nearly made him stagger.

"But... before you go home, there's no harm in double-checking this month's report documents."

Fuutarou frowned. "I already checked them twice this afternoon, sir. All the data matches."

"Do you remember last month's mistake? It cost the company hundreds of millions of yen. Luckily, you were willing to compensate—although I'm sure it was loan money, right? So, work more carefully next time, for your own good and the company's."

Not stopping there, Gouzo shoved a stack of new documents in front of Fuutarou.

"Ah, Uesugi-kun, before you really go home, could you help me finish this up quickly? It's very urgent and needs to be done tonight. Just a little bit."

"But, sir, it's almost ten o'clock at night..." Fuutarou replied in a tired tone, looking at the stack of documents that looked quite thick.

"Come on, Uesugi-kun. You're a dedicated employee, aren't you? For the company's progress. Besides, this could also be a bonus for your work evaluation later." Gouzo patted Fuutarou's shoulder once more with a forced smile.

"I'll wait for the results on my desk, I'll check them tomorrow. Well then, I'm leaving first."

After saying that, Gouzo turned and left the office.

Fuutarou slumped back into his uncomfortable chair and stared at the stack of documents in front of him listlessly.

"Damn it, am I going to have to sleep at the office again tonight?"

Reaching for his phone in his pocket, he intended to tell his wife that he wouldn't be home tonight. It wasn't new for him to work until he couldn't go home, but Fuutarou always tried to inform Yotsuba so she wouldn't worry.

*TUT!* *TUT!* *TUT—*

Fuutarou dialed Yotsuba's number, but the first call went unanswered.

"Maybe she's taking a bath or busy in the kitchen."

*TUT!* *TUT!* *TUT—*

He tried again, and this time there was also no answer. His brow furrowed, a slight feeling of worry rising in his chest.

"Yotsuba usually answers my calls quickly, even if she's busy."

*TUT!* *TUT!* *TUT—*

Fuutarou waited a few seconds before trying one more time, and finally, after a long ring, her voice was heard on the other end.

"H-Hello... Fuutarou?"

Yotsuba's voice sounded strange, almost as if she was out of breath, and there was a faint sound in the background.

"Yotsuba, are you alright? You sound out of breath. What are you doing?"

"..."

There was a brief pause, and Fuutarou could hear her panting breaths, as if Yotsuba was trying to regulate her breathing.

"A-ah, Fuutarou... sorry... I just finished doing yoga at home. The movements were a bit strenuous today..."

Fuutarou sighed in relief, unaware of the oddity in his wife's answer. Yotsuba did often exercise at home.

"Sorry, I called a few times earlier, but you didn't pick up. I thought something happened to you."

"Y-Yeah, sorry... I was focused on my workout earlier."

Yotsuba's voice still trembled slightly. Fuutarou didn't think much of it.

'Maybe she was in a difficult position or holding a tiring yoga pose.'

"I just wanted to say I won't be home tonight. There's some business at the office that needs to be finished, so you don't have to wait for me. Get enough rest."

A soft voice was heard from the other end.

"Alright, Fuutarou... Don't push yourself too hard. Take care of yourself there... Ah~"

"Yeah, you also have a good rest, Yotsuba. See you tomorrow night."

Ending the call. Fuutarou stared at his phone for a moment, feeling that something was strange about the conversation, but he quickly dismissed the thought. The exhaustion from work was making him paranoid.

It never crossed his mind that while he was working hard for their future, Yotsuba was lying in the arms of another man.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

Love hotel.

Yotsuba tossed her phone to the side of the bed, her breath now freely releasing the moans she had been holding back.

"Rokuhara-san... you're cruel..."

Ren chuckled, his hand reaching for Yotsuba's hips, pulling her closer.

"Cruel? I'm just giving you what you want."

*PA!* *PA!* *PA!* *PA!*

He quickened his pace, making Yotsuba close her eyes, sinking into sensations she had never received from Fuutarou.

"See, you can't even resist. This is what you need, isn't it?"

"Nnh... mmh... ahh... nghh... aah... mmmh..."

Yotsuba didn't answer with words, only soft moans escaped her lips, her hands gripping Ren's arms as if seeking a hold in the storm of pleasure.

Her red wedding dress, still clinging to her body, swayed with the rhythm, adding to the impression that tonight was a celebration of perfect betrayal.

"Yes... more... Rokuhara-san..." Yotsuba sighed, her voice barely audible amidst her panting breaths.

"I... I don't care anymore... give it to me..."

"Conceive my child, Yotsuba!"

"Yes! I will give birth to Rokuhara-san's child and raise it with Fuutarou!"

"Take this!"

For the umpteenth time, Ren sowed his seed into Yotsuba's depths.

Outside, Fuutarou was working hard, never suspecting that his wife was now lying in another man's embrace, surrendering her body and soul to a temptation she couldn't resist.

And Ren, with all the power and darkness within him, savored every second of the chaos he had created, knowing that tonight would leave a mark that could never be erased—both in Yotsuba's heart and in the future that awaited them.