I Just Want Money, Not Your Body, So Stop Bothering Me - Prologue

Occasionally, dreams would come to him while he slept.

In those dreams, he experienced a different life.

Ordinary growth, ordinary entrance into school, ordinary entry into society, and finally, waking up abruptly to the sound of screeching brakes.

Upon waking up, Shinji Nonomura’s life began.

Was it a rebirth after death, or simply a past life that was nothing more than a dream of Shinji Nonomura?

I still haven’t found the answer.

In the morning at the Shinji household, it all began with the eldest son, Nonomura, and his mother, Haruka, making breakfast together.

Shinji Nonomura held a frying pan, rolling omelettes in the pan, while his mother stood beside him, smiling and praising him.

“Yes, that’s right, Nonomura. You did a great job. You’ve become so skilled at making tamagoyaki (rolled omelettes) in such a short time.”

“No, it’s just because you taught me well, Mom.”

“Well, of course. When your grandmother taught me how to make tamagoyaki, she also said I was a genius.” Not at all, your grandmother scolded me so badly back then.

“But it’s better to be modest in situations like this. Others might think you’re being arrogant.”

“Then I’ll accept your praise, Mom.”

“Yes, that’s the way to go.” The mother nodded in satisfaction.

Shinji Nonomura continued pouring egg mixture into the empty space in the pan, then, when the egg was about to cook, he wrapped the previously prepared tamagoyaki in it, repeating the process. The omelette was left to sit and roll in the pan, occasionally flipping until it reached a thickness of about two centimeters before being taken out of the pan.

“Mom, don’t just watch me cook. Is everything okay with your salmon?”

While Shinji Nonomura was making tamagoyaki, his mother was frying salmon by the side.

“Oh, are you underestimating the skills of a housewife?”

“Of course not.”

“Hmph, I’ll let it slide this time.”

The mother withdrew her gaze and flipped the salmon in the pan twice, and the cooked fish emitted a tantalizing aroma.

“Mmm, it smells so good.” Shinji Kazuya, wearing pajamas, came downstairs and approached the kitchen. “Did you fry salmon? It smells amazing.”

The father, Kazuya Shinji, was the pillar of the family. He currently worked at an IT company as a middle-level manager. The IT industry had long working hours, and as a result, despite being in his late forties, Kazuya Shinji already had a head full of gray hair.

“Oh, yes, dear. Go freshen up. Nonomura made tamagoyaki today,” the mother said with a smile.

“Oh, then I’m really looking forward to it.”

Ever since Shinji Nonomura voluntarily offered to share the household chores with his mother, Haruka, her smile had never faded within the house. Even during rest times, there was always a smile on her face.

After his son’s high fever, it seemed as if he had grown up overnight. He helped with the housework, studied diligently, and even found time to exercise. For his mother, there was nothing happier than seeing her child recover and mature.

But for Shinji Nonomura, it was only compensation.

The better this couple treated him, the more guilty he felt. The real Shinji Nonomura had long since passed away, and now he was just an otherworldly intruder occupying his body. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he was taking advantage of someone else’s nest.

So, he wanted to compensate them.

Since then, Shinji Nonomura had been trying his best to fulfill the expectations of this couple. However, compared to helping with household chores, preparing breakfast, and the loss of their child, his efforts seemed insignificant. So, he had to meet their expectations.

“Oh, please bring it over. I can’t wait anymore.”

After freshening up, Kazuya Shinji sat at the dining table, and Shinji Nonomura and his mother brought breakfast to the table.

Each person had a piece of grilled salmon, two rice balls, a few thick tamagoyaki, and a bowl of miso soup. That was the breakfast at the Shinji household today.

There was no reason for silence during meals in this family. They chatted while eating breakfast, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

After finishing their meal, the mother declined Shinji Nonomura’s offer to help.

“You still have to prepare your school books. I can handle the rest.”

“Okay, I’ll go get ready.”

Shinji Nonomura prepared his books, grabbed his homework, keys, and wallet, and went to the bathroom to wash his face. He took a deep breath and looked at himself in the mirror.

With his black natural curls framing his expressive eyes, soft cheek contours, thin lips, and tall, slender figure, he couldn’t be described as anything but gentle and refined.

Shinji Nonomura was a superpower user.

No, simply saying that would be ambiguous. It would be more accurate to say that Shinji Nonomura was a daily limited superpower user. The reason for this was that he could draw a superpower once a day, which would last for twenty-four hours.

There were countless types of superpowers he could draw, ranging from powerful ones like turning stones into gold and teleportation, to less useful ones like being able to eat noodles with his nose. However, regardless of how powerful the superpower was, they all had side effects.

Therefore, before each draw, Shinji Nonomura would wash his hands and face, approaching the process with the same reverence as drawing a card in his past life.

Yesterday’s draw was at 7:03 in the morning, and there was less than a minute left to start today’s draw.

“It’s about to start.”

Shinji Nonomura stared at the mirror, where a spinning wheel appeared in the air, filled with various superpowers written in golden letters. However, one small slot lacked luster—the ability he drew yesterday.

[Superpower: Clear vision of all illegible handwriting, Side effect: Own handwriting becomes illegible.]

A power that could barely be described as useless.

At the moment the twenty-four hours ended, the dim slot on the golden wheel regained its color, indicating that he had discarded that useless ability. Shinji Nonomura clenched his fist and forcefully spun the wheel in his mind.

As the wheel spun, Shinji Nonomura focused his gaze on the slot that contained the power of “mind reading,” shouting in his mind, “Let me get it, let me get it.”

However, as the wheel’s speed decreased, it ultimately stopped just before the slot for mind reading.

“Ah, missed again.”

Shinji Nonomura sighed in disappointment. If he had obtained that power, even for just a day, he would have had enough time to indirectly find out how to compensate this couple. But his hopes were dashed once again.

As he let out a breath, the superpower that was drawn today dimmed on the wheel. Suddenly, Shinji Nonomura felt a surge of heat within him.

[Superpower: Ability to make anyone spray water, Side effect: Superpower triggered by direct contact with hands. Note: Touching himself won’t trigger it.]

(Tn: The Spray Water is a pseudonym for orgasm)

“What on earth?” Unable to hold back his suprise, Shinji Nonomura choked on his own breath.

His brain froze. He never could have imagined that he would gain this ability today.

As long as his hands directly touched others, the power would be triggered. If he took the train to school, would he end up flooding the crowded train cars along the way? And what kind of water would it be? The one he understood? And does it not discriminate based on gender? Aren’t they afraid that Tokyo will become the city of public humiliation today?

Shinji Nonomura briefly envisioned his journey to school, followed by taking the train back home, with water flooding everywhere. His brain trembled with the thought. He raised his trembling hands and wondered who could have anticipated the terrifying ability they would possess for the next twenty-four hours.

“Shinji, how much longer will you be in the bathroom?” a voice came from outside the door, his mother’s voice. “Mom needs to use it, can you hurry?”

Shinji Nonomura contemplated, would it still be possible to take the day off from school?