Mukashi, Kimoota Doutei Datta Ore ga Kane o Te ni Iretara (G●EE, Mo●age de Katsuyaku Shita) Idol no Kouman ni Ireru Koto ga Dekita!

I stared detachedly at the ceiling of my mold-ridden nasty little hole of a bedroom. The broken old TV flickered garishly, unable to keep up with the idols on stage. ... Sh*t... My life didn't have a single good thing. If only I had one person. Just a cute girl by my side. If I had that I'd be a happy man. I opened my eyes in my soft and fluffy bed. It was morning. Rain pelted my high end windows of my highrise condo. I'd had that old dream again, My body was cold with sweat. ... I'd never, never go back to that place. Money. Money. If I have money anything is possible. Anything is better than the hell of poverty. There was a knock at my door. My butler Takeda entered. "Are you risen, Master? What lady takes your fancy today?" He held three dossiers for me to peruse. I confirmed them as usual. Everything is in order, yes? "Certainly, Master. They are all well known celebrity virgins." Of course they were. This was my world. I was an angel on a downward slide to damnation, yet soaring high above the world from the vantage of my insipid wealth. Money was power, and I had it all. Mah ha ha. MAH HA HA HA HA...