Chapter 50 You Still Have to Hand It to a Natural-born Talent

Spring weather is notoriously fickle, but the weather forecast proved accurate as a fine drizzle began to fall.

Just past three o'clock in the afternoon, a fine, misty rain shrouded the entirety of Tokyo. Looking up, the sky was blanketed by a layer of dark, bluish-gray haze.

At the wide entrance of a car dealership in Nerima Ward, two figures emerged.

This was a sprawling Mercedes-Benz dealership. Long before their arrival, many people had already been browsing inside—all of them wealthy or elite, impeccably dressed, conversing in hushed, polite tones.

Yet, the sudden appearance of the two newcomers inevitably drew every gaze.

They were simply too young.

The young man possessed strikingly handsome features and a brilliant smile, looking almost like a sculpture from ancient Greece, while the woman had a tall, alluring figure paired with an iceberg-like, aloof expression... Which wealthy young heir had brought his girlfriend out on a date?

"Good afternoon. Is there a particular model you are interested in?"

The saleswoman at the Mercedes dealership stepped forward to greet them while sizing up Kitahara’s attire.

She couldn't quite tell what brand it was.

However, the female companion by his side spoke volumes.

Nakamaki Miyako was already tall with an impressively full bust, and having recently secured a position at the Financial Services Agency, she radiated an unparalleled sense of self-assurance.

She was the living embodiment of a aloof, dominant professional woman—as noble as a queen, possessing the aura of a mature beauty, utterly out of reach... To be able to make such a woman his girlfriend meant Kitahara was definitely no ordinary person.

"Although I already have something in mind, please show me around anyway," Kitahara said, looking at the saleswoman with a gentle smile. "I've never bought a car before, so I'd like to take a look around."

"Certainly, right this way, please!"

The saleswoman led Kitahara around, harboring several ulterior motives along the way. However, Nakamaki Miyako merely cast a sidelong glance, too lazy to even speak a word, and the saleswoman immediately gave up.

Nakamaki Miyako's aura was simply too overwhelming.

No one dared to compete with her.

With a wife like that, wouldn't he have to worry about someone else managing his wallet and eventually kicking him out on the street?

The saleswoman glanced at Kitahara, silently sighing in pity for him.

Unaware of her inner monologue, Kitahara turned his head and asked, "What do you think?"

"They all look quite nice, but I think something with better functionality would be much better."

Nakamaki Miyako leaned in close to his ear, speaking as if whispering a secret. "Besides, don't you think it's better to have a bit more space?"

"?"

Kitahara was momentarily stunned.

Hadn't he heard this exact phrase earlier this afternoon?

No way.

You've barely stepped out into society, yet you already possess the mindset of a veteran bank branch manager with decades of experience. No wonder you're climbing the ranks so fast!

Hard work can never truly rival a talent freak!

Kitahara smiled. "Does the senior like something a bit more spacious?"

"I do, but smaller ones are acceptable too. That depends entirely on the person. There are some people I hope are on the larger side, while others are quite cute even when they're small."

***

Having said that, she pulled away, the corners of her lips curling into an indescribably alluring smile.

This left the nearby salesman staring in a daze. So even a queen had a smiling side.

Kitahara was momentarily speechless. What was this woman trying to insinuate?

"Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean to imply anything. Junior, don't overthink it." Nakamaki Miyako looked at him with a beaming smile.

Kitahara contemplated for a moment before speaking, "Senior makes a valid point. Actually, I think so too... bigger is always better."

Kitahara turned to the saleswoman and said, "Show me this S450 model."

He didn't know much about cars; his purpose in buying one was simply to invest in himself.

Mercedes-Benz.

A brand even a child would recognize.

How did the saying go? One cannot simultaneously own a Mercedes and an inferiority complex.

If you want others to recognize your status as quickly as possible, you can buy it without thinking; that car emblem speaks volumes of wealth without uttering a word.

While the price-to-performance ratio might not necessarily be high, Kitahara had never pursued cost-effectiveness.

Kitahara followed the salesperson into the VIP lounge. He caught the faint scent of tobacco as the saleswoman respectfully handed him a cigar. Kitahara waved his hand and shook his head, "I don't smoke. Take it away."

Nakamaki Miyako smiled slightly and put it away for him.

At the same time, she cast a curious gaze toward the vehicle.

The pitch-black exterior, the cold metallic texture, the restrained yet imposing body... She didn't know much about cars, but she understood that being able to drive such a vehicle was the dream of many.

It was just that the price...

Nakamaki Miyako took a look and her heart skipped a beat. The base price alone was twenty million yen. That expensive?

The look she gave Kitahara grew even more complex.

Why?

Why didn't she have such good fortune?

If I were him, with his background, I definitely could have done better!

If I were born into wealth, I wouldn't have to bow before others and humbly ingratiate myself... Her throat bobbed as a flame flickered in her eyes—a blazing fire of desire known as the urge for control.

As if sensing something, Kitahara turned back to look at Nakamaki Miyako.

Their eyes met.

Kitahara smiled faintly, his gaze shifting with a charm that tugged at the heartstrings.

"..."

Nakamaki Miyako pressed her lips together and averted her gaze.

What did he mean by that?

Was he mocking me?

Or perhaps...

***

Nakamaki Miyako's mind was in turmoil.

Kitahara said nothing, pulling open the car door and climbing inside, not forgetting to gesture for Nakamaki Miyako to join him.

The leather seats and interior were brimming with a sense of technology. Most importantly, the space was vast, making it exceptionally well-suited for exercise... The only issue was that the air conditioning seemed a bit too strong; the moment she got into the car, Nakamaki Miyako started shedding her outer layers, occasionally fanning herself.

The natural fragrance of the career woman wasn't overly cloying, yet it was deeply memorable.

It was an assertive scent.

It usurped the scent of the leather seats and the car's built-in perfume, drifting straight to the tip of Kitahara's nose.

Exhilarating.

Nakamaki Miyako intentionally or unintentionally fanned herself, continuously wafting her newly sprayed perfume toward Kitahara. Seeing him turn back, she offered a helpless smile. "Is the air conditioning here broken? It's really hot."

"Cars from major brands like this tend to have rather powerful heating. Hasn't Senior ever watched short videos? A lot of girls start stripping off their clothes because it gets too hot once they get into a luxury car," Kitahara explained with a smile.

"Is that so..."

Nakamaki Miyako blinked curiously. "Then should we switch to another one?"

"If we switch, it loses the effect," Kitahara muttered to himself.

"..."

As expected, it was meant for picking up girls.

Little pervert.

Nakamaki Miyako muttered under her breath, figuring Kitahara surely wanted to buy a car for mischievous purposes, though she soon fell into deep thought.

Was this some sort of hint toward her?

Her gaze dropped downward. Predictably, this would likely become the main battlefield afterward... Whether she could secure the loan today depended entirely on her own performance.

Perhaps she ought to prepare in advance.

Just then, she noticed Kitahara reaching his hand toward the gear shift, so she very naturally pressed her leg closer.

It was a rainy day, and the weather was quite chilly. Spring in Tokyo perpetually lingered in the single digits, prompting Nakamaki Miyako to wear rather thick black stockings. The sheer tights tightly hugged her voluptuous thighs, extending all the way up beneath her skirt.

Kitahara paused for a second, unsure where to place his hand, but Nakamaki Miyako averted her gaze, acting as though she hadn't noticed a thing.

After pondering for a moment, he recognized this as a reward bestowed by his senior.

That being the case, there was no reason to refuse.

Kitahara "accidentally" let his hand wander upward.

The target shifted from the gear shift to Nakamaki Miyako's beautiful leg.

Since the other party was being this proactive, there was simply no reason not to accept.