Flower Capital, Southern Outskirts.
The "Tenshō Onsen" SPA resort.
Thanks to Master Kōyu's hard work and Boss Kyoshiro's generous funding, after over half a month of construction, the main building of the resort was already complete, with interior decorations mostly wrapped up.
Rogan wasn't surprised in the slightest.
With enough money, these master carpenters could build an entire Oden Castle in a month.
Compared to that, a hot spring resort was a minor job.
—
Reception Hall.
Aozame, Shirainu, Kōjaku, and Chamizu—four proud and upright members of the Ulti Fan Club stood at attention like soldiers awaiting inspection.
Loyalty!
"Rogan-aniki!"
"Mm!"
Rogan smiled and nodded.
There was no way he could handle all this alone, but thankfully, he had his own little crew. Most of the invitations had been delivered by these four, along with handling other miscellaneous tasks.
"Did you bring the masters?"
"They're here. Waiting in the room next door!"
All four grinned viciously—clearly, the process of "inviting" them hadn't been exactly polite.
Rogan didn't care.
If there was an easier way to get things done, why not use it?
After all, he was a pirate—never forget your roots.
"Have them sent to the banquet hall."
"Yes!"
Rogan turned and left for the banquet hall.
—
As soon as he pushed open the door, a heavy wave of perfume assaulted his nose—and the next moment, he was swarmed by a flock of courtesans.
"Wow, what strong muscles!"
Seeing Rogan's burly, dominating build, the women's eyes sparkled with hearts. Some bold ones even pressed up against him, hands roaming freely.
"Hey—don't grab my chest!"
"Legs are off limits too!"
"Who's untying my waistband?!"
"This is a legitimate resort! Keep your hands to yourselves!"
Rogan was sweating bullets as he pushed them away.
These women were fierce.
But then again, what else would you expect from professionals?
Though still a bit flirty, the courtesans finally settled down somewhat.
"You're our new boss?"
"That's right."
Rogan kept his face stern.
"Who's your representative?"
"Little ol' me, Ayachō."
A curvy woman stepped forward, subtly tugging at her kimono to expose a deep cleavage—and a butterfly tattoo on her chest.
With a sultry voice and a teasing look, she said:
"Boss, when do we start servicing guests?"
"This is not a brothel!"
Rogan's face darkened again.
There were entire streets in the capital dedicated to licensed brothels—bigger, cheaper, and flashier. No man would come all the way out here just to seek out their services.
If he wanted to make money, the resort needed its own identity.
"Remember this. I don't care what you do in private, but in my establishment, you behave. This is a legitimate spa. Professional. Classy."
"…"
The courtesans were stunned.
No "service"?
Ayachō lit her pipe, giving Rogan a look worthy of a yakuza boss.
"Boss, we only know one kind of skill… If we don't take clients, how are we supposed to make a living?"
"No need to worry."
Rogan pointed behind him.
Bruised and battered, a group of men timidly shuffled into the banquet hall—each one a renowned masseur or doctor from the Flower Capital.
Upon seeing the room full of courtesans, they froze.
"Is this heaven?"
Damn that pirate—he could've just told us!
If they had known this was the deal, they would've come even for free!
Instead, they got beaten up first!
Rogan turned to the courtesans and said sternly:
"Starting today, you'll be learning professional skills from these masters. Got it?"
"Got it."
The women answered flatly, clearly unimpressed.
Rogan's face darkened.
Alright, you're asking for it!
Taking a deep breath, he declared:
"There will be an exam before the opening. Those who pass will receive 10 gold. The top 30 scorers will each get 100 gold!"
"100 gold!?"
Gasps echoed through the hall.
That kind of money could build a mansion!
Unless you were a top oiran, most courtesans struggled to save up even 100 gold in a whole year after expenses.
With thirty slots up for grabs, one-third of them had a real chance—and even the rest would walk away with a 10-gold reward.
"Boss, we'll all pass the exam!"
"Don't worry, Boss!"
"That 100 gold is mine!"
The mood in the room soared.
Rogan gave a satisfied nod.
Money really could make chickens change careers.
Cold, hard cash—truly the most powerful force in the world.
—
"Running a business is exhausting. Being a landlord is better."
Rogan sighed as he walked out.
If he didn't need a big pile of startup funds, he wouldn't bother with this at all. Renting out rooms was much simpler—and didn't require any brainpower.
"Time for a soak."
Rogan made his way to the male hot spring, stripped down, and leapt into the water.
Heaven.
Since the place wasn't open yet, he had the entire bath to himself. No one even cared if he swam in the pool.
But trouble always found him.
"Rogan, I'm here!"
A naked girl dropped from the sky, splashing down in front of him like a boulder and sending water flying everywhere.
Moments later, Yamato emerged from the water, arms stretched to the sky, her majestic upper body fully exposed before Rogan.
"Wahaha! I've been dying for a bath!"
"…"
Rogan wiped water from his face, exasperated.
"Yamato, this is the men's bath, you know?"
"Yep!"
She answered with zero shame.
Rogan was speechless.
…Yep?! That's it!?
Ah well, it's not like he was the one losing out.
"Damn. That's… impressive."
Rogan stroked his chin, openly admiring the girl.
Would be a waste not to look.
It's not like he was some saint.
Honestly, Yamato was around twenty centimeters shorter than him—perfectly matched to his size. Someone like Ulti felt a bit too small for his taste.
One minute… three minutes…
"Don't look at me like that—it's creepy!"
Yamato covered her chest with a towel, squirming.
She only covered half.
Even more tempting.
"She's blushing?"
Rogan chuckled at the sight of her flushed cheeks.
No matter how much she insisted she was a man, a woman's instincts didn't just disappear. And Yamato wasn't truly transgender—she was simply imitating her idol.
In essence, it was like playing house.
Seeing Rogan laugh at her, Yamato blushed even deeper.
Damn it!
Hands on hips, she shouted—
And dropped her towel.
She quickly picked it up and covered herself again, huffing angrily:
"Rogan, why did you make me the owner of this place?!"
"Obviously, to make money."
Rogan flashed a devilish grin.
He was just renting the resort under her name.
Kaidou's daughter opens a hot spring? The wealthy would be lining up to shower her with cash!
Those opening gifts? A literal gold mine.
With that kind of seed money, he could invest in bigger projects. Buying houses one by one was too slow—he needed to buy in bulk!
That's right: real estate!
After all, the number of properties he owned directly impacted the strength of his Haki.
The key to it all… was the girl before him.
Without her powerful background backing him up, Rogan couldn't pull off real estate speculation—he didn't have the capital or clout.
Rogan narrowed his eyes.
"Yamato, do you really want to save this country?"
"I do!"
Yamato nodded firmly.
Rogan's grin stretched ear to ear.
"Good. I'll help you."
Let this girl witness firsthand: "Save the nation through real estate flipping!"
(End of Chapter)
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