Gundam: From Piece to Player

"I have another request. I don't feel comfortable going to your mansion. What if one of your staff members is a member of the Federal Guerrilla? What if they drug me during the service...?"

When the manager heard Karma say that, his anxiety subsided again.

That's the real Zeon army; they'll definitely be vigilant about security.

"That's okay, we also offer home delivery service... but the price might be about 50% more expensive than usual."

"Tell me, how much do you want for basic services?"

Kalmar started haggling.

"20,000 hectares per night."

"2 hectares for an overnight stay, and 3 hectares for takeout, you guys really dare to ask for that much."

"Guest, as you know, our staff undergoes rigorous training to ensure that customers receive the most perfect experience."

“This price is actually quite reasonable. At our branch in Las Vegas, the prices are double.”

They even have branches? That's outrageous.

"Haiwen, look for our bags and see how much money we brought."

Haiwen rummaged through his backpack and inadvertently revealed stacks of colorful banknotes, which made the sales manager's eyes burn with desire. However, when he saw that there were a few dark "pineapples" mixed in with the money, he also put away his thoughts.

"Colonel, you brought a total of 5 heits."

"Okay, really, can't you offer an even bigger discount?"

"We can offer you half a day as a courtesy. In addition, please pay a deposit of 2 hectares to prevent you from damaging our products. The deposit will be refunded to you after the service is completed."

Chapter 77 Service Industry

"Give it to him, give it to him."

Karma waved her hand speechlessly, "Do you have a menu? I want to order."

The manager naturally understood what he meant, so he took out a picture book with a cover featuring swimsuit beauties and placed it on the table.

They also shot a photo album.

This is truly high-end consumption; they're so particular about it.

Karma cursed under his breath.

Turning to the title page, the first page of the photobook reads: "Carbas Mansion - Bringing you a lover's experience, UC0065".

As you turn the pages, you see the girls in the photobook.

Karma's mood grew increasingly heavy.

Minors, a large number of minors.

These children are not adults, so how could they voluntarily become so-called service industry workers?

That's intriguing.

Clearly, the Cabass Mansion has been doing high-end business for some time now.

In the third girl's photobook, Karma finally meets the legendary Lala Singh.

She was dressed in traditional Indian jewelry and wore a veil, exuding a maturity and allure far beyond her years. Her wheat-colored skin was slightly dull yet radiated a vibrant glow, and her beautiful eyes were like the surface of a still lake.

I can definitely understand why Char and Amuro are so hung up on her.

However, Karma had no interest in stealing the girl... not just because he disliked lolis, but because it reminded him of those unpleasant things.

"Sir, you have excellent taste. This is the lady who receives the most positive reviews in our shop."

"Send the person to this address, and we'll pay you 1 hats upfront. I need to make sure these photos haven't been photoshopped."

"You are very cautious."

The manager, with an expression that said "you can rest assured," greedily eyed the money in the purse.

After the transaction was completed, the Zeon officer left with his guards, and the manager made a phone call.

"The transaction is complete. It's shipment number 3. The customer is heavily armed. Be careful when delivering the goods and don't anger him."

In the wooded area on the outskirts of Kolkata.

A Gundam and a Zaku were covered by a green camouflage curtain.

After work hours were over, Haiwen spoke to Kalma over the radio.

"Brother, there were people following us from a distance before we even left the city. They were gangsters."

“The service industry and gangs have always coexisted. In addition to food delivery, they also handle the procurement of goods, so of course they will observe our armament.”

Karma couldn't help but recall a game she had played in her past life called "Dona Dona and the Others Do Bad Things".

This includes the so-called "capture" phase.

"Big brother, are you going to rescue those children in the photo album?"

"Let's take the target with us."

"……what?"

Kalmar explained, “Girl, there are thousands of places like this on Earth, and only by taking strong action against these things at the government level can these phenomena be completely eradicated.”

"Would the Federation do such a thing? Or would Zeon win the war and bring about change?"

Nothing will change.

Karma couldn't answer that.

Regarding the issue of special services, the Federation has stopped pretending altogether, with commoners and nobles each having their own channels for consumption.

Zeon still had some sense of shame; at least Gihren's propaganda considered indulging in non-marital relationships as a sign of depravity.

But Karma knew that the big conglomerates in Side 3 were playing dirty tricks behind the scenes.

Haiwen probably empathized with what happened today; if her stats weren't so high, she would probably have ended up like Lala.

"Alright, since you care so much, let's completely destroy this mansion, rescue all the girls, and test the effectiveness of our new weapon."

"Ah."

Karma thought to herself, "For Haiwen's sake, it's worth the trouble."

But as long as the soil for this thing still exists, these kinds of places will spring up again with the spring breeze.

All he needs to do in the future is create such a pure land.

A black luxury car drove into a high-rise building in Kolkata, an international hotel, a place almost completely isolated from ordinary people.

A girl wearing a purple veil emerged from a vehicle, escorted by a group of guards dressed in black trench coats and wearing face masks. She slowly entered the elevator, where, guided by waiting attendants, the guards escorted her to the presidential suite on the 21st floor.

"Just put the person down."

The door to the presidential suite was open, and a male voice came from inside—the same voice the manager had heard that day.

The young female guard has disappeared.

Have a wonderful evening.

The manager also removed his hat in greeting and re-entered the elevator with the guards and waiters.

Underneath her coat was a suggestive veil. Lala walked forward, and although she was very experienced with different guests, this was her first time receiving a Zeon soldier.

However, she was already quite skilled at it.

Upon entering the open presidential suite, one sees a black-haired military officer in uniform sitting at the desk, intently typing on a laptop screen... looking very busy.

The little girl behind her stared at her expressionlessly.

Lala wondered if she was going to have to watch over her while she worked.

There's also this new way to play.

"Miss Lala, right? I'm quite busy, please have a seat."

"Guest?" Lala didn't immediately understand the other person's intentions. Her usually sharp intuition couldn't give her any guidance at this moment... She subconsciously took off her top.

"Wait, I didn't say you could take your clothes off, did I?"

Occasionally, we'd encounter guests with strange tempers. To be honest, I was already a bit tired from walking around. Lala looked back at the big bed in the presidential suite... I wished I could lie down and rest soon.

With a snap, the officer closed the laptop lid and turned his gaze to her.

"Miss Lala, do you know why I chose you?"

"Guest, you must have your reasons for making this choice. Please don't be too reserved with me. Whatever you want me to do, I will obey unconditionally. Please enjoy this wonderful time."

"Is it anything?"

"Yes."

"Haven, put the hat on her."

The female guard walked over, untied Lala's tied hair, and put a stiff hat on her head.

“Miss Lala, have you ever tried reading other people’s minds?” the officer said. “Read mine.”

Although Lala didn't show it on her face, she was startled inside.

"Guest, are you here?"

"What you're wearing on your head is called a brainwave detector. Some of my people have conducted related research."

"Some people with special talents can generate brainwaves when using their 'abilities' and perceive the thoughts of others."

“Miss Lala, you’ve had this experience too, haven’t you? We Zeon are very interested in this ability…”

Words I don't understand.

The officer's greedy eyes sent a chill down Lala's spine. He had served many 'lovers' who desired her body, eager to fulfill their biological instinct for reproduction.

However, the greed before us is different.

Lala's level of education was insufficient for her to accurately describe this feeling.

She was very similar to the younger boys in the orphanages she had met.

It's like discovering a fun new toy.