Chapter 51: Inside the Car. Senior Sister. Perks

The anti-peep mirrors on this Mercedes were well-made; no matter what was happening inside, it was hard to see clearly from the outside. Mayuko Nakagawa closed her eyes, her breathing gradually quickening. After a while, a flush appeared on her face. She turned her face to the other side and pressed her legs together.

“Junior, please be gentle...”

Kitahara felt the resistance increase, but unlike last time, although the resistance grew stronger, no hands came to block him.

In other words...

Today, he could press the accelerator a little more.

“Senior, you wouldn’t want to be threatened by some old man over fifty, would you...” Kitahara whispered softly. He grabbed Mayuko Nakagawa’s hand and suddenly pulled her into his embrace.

“Mm... what are you doing?”

A flicker of panic flashed in Mayuko’s eyes, her soft voice trembling slightly.

She was weak all over, now only able to breathe out warm breaths, their eyes locked.

“You want money, right?” Kitahara said gently. “Close your eyes, please?”

“No, no I can’t...”

Mayuko’s chest rose and fell sharply, gasping twice. Suddenly, she recalled something and pleaded desperately, “There are people outside... they’ll see...”

“It’s okay, they won’t dare look too much.”

“I’m scared...”

Though Mayuko often teased boys, this was her first time being so intimate with a man. She was so anxious she nearly cried but still took a deep breath, suppressing her unease.

“Don’t be afraid. I won’t do anything bad. Trust me?”

Looking into the boy’s gentle eyes, Mayuko pressed her lips tightly and quietly closed her eyes.

“Well then...”

Kitahara gazed at her soft lips and kissed her deeply.

Mayuko uttered a soft moan as her tense body relaxed.

Her lipstick tasted like matcha...

A thought flickered in Kitahara’s mind, then the unique scent of Mayuko came to him. It was fresh and unrefined, unlike the practiced seductive words she often used, more like a girl experiencing her first love.

Inside the quiet car, the heater hummed softly, and besides that, there was the fragrant breath of a strong woman breathing heavily.

Unlike the heavy perfume she wore, this scent was sweeter, a blend of milk and honey with a hint of mint...

Mayuko swallowed and felt sweat breaking out on the back of her neck.

She felt warm; the carefully applied lipstick was now transferred onto his mouth.

Unconsciously, Mayuko’s hands wound around Kitahara’s neck... her mind was dizzy, unaware that the buttons of her blazer covering her bra were silently undone.

Her bosom, tightly bound by pale purple lace, lay exposed before Kitahara’s eyes.

He licked his lips and leaned in.

“Please... no, I beg you...” Mayuko suddenly snapped awake, looking at the boy buried in her neck, her voice trembling with tears.

She truly had never experienced this before.

No matter how reckless she had been, she still wanted a complete and proper place.

But the next moment... Mayuko’s eyes widened.

Kitahara was like a newborn beast, desperately drawing in nourishment.

She tried to push him away, but her arms were weak, and all she could do was watch.

“Mm.”

Her body was heating up; Mayuko seemed to have a fever.

After a while, she unconsciously held Kitahara’s head, her gaze hazy, completely giving up on thinking.

Soon, a thin fog appeared on the mirror beside her, faint and easily wiped away.

A faint scent of seafood filled the car.

Minutes later, Mayuko pressed Kitahara’s face away gently, lips pursed, pitiful: “You little brat... let’s get out of here. It’s not good to stay here.”

“Mm...”

Kitahara wiped his mouth and glanced down at the red bean from the South, now fully grown.

Mayuko blushed, quietly shoved it back, and whispered, “Satisfied now?”

“Of course, senior. You were very cooperative.”

Kitahara was in high spirits. After the meal, he even had time to observe his surroundings. He noticed a female salesperson standing not far away, wearing a strange expression.

What on earth had these two been doing in there for so long?

Mayuko, skilled at reading people, immediately guessed their thoughts. Her face reddened even more, like a ripe peach... her heart was in turmoil, and her hands softened.

Suddenly, Mayuko’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at Kitahara.

His hands were too much!

“Junior...” she said, embarrassed and angry.

The car wasn’t theirs yet; Kitahara hadn’t paid. That meant someone would come in later to inspect it and only hand it over after confirming everything was fine.

But what if they saw the ‘sweat stains’ on the passenger seat? What would they think of her?

Mayuko was no doubt materialistic but also cared deeply about her reputation.

At twenty-four, just out of university, she was still at a shy age. Her body might be mature and commanding like a queen, but inside, she still had a touch of girlish innocence.

At Mayuko’s desperate pleadings, Kitahara finally withdrew his hand.

“Senior... you’ve never had a boyfriend before?” he asked, surprised.

Because Mayuko’s reaction was so strong, more innocent than he had imagined. He hadn’t even ventured into forbidden territory—just at the edge of her skirt—and he could feel her trembling violently.

It was as if she had just been doused with cold water.

Such a strong reaction?

Surprised, Kitahara noticed the scent on his hands. Mayuko always wore perfume when going out, but he had no idea if this strong woman was actually aroused.

“...”

Mayuko gave him an angry glare, snapping, “No.”

“Aren’t there many guys chasing after you? None in university?” Kitahara reclined comfortably in the spacious seat, closing his eyes.

Doing such a trivial thing in a luxury car was really... delightful!

Isn’t that the whole point of buying a car?

“The men at university aren’t worth dating,” Mayuko shot him a look. “No ambition, no money, even their personalities are ordinary... Their tenderness is useless.”

The ones truly useful to her were types like Kitahara.

Undeniably, he was a scoundrel, but it was effortless to get along with him. They both understood their relationship clearly: money on one side, service on the other, no feelings involved...

That was perfect.

For a woman like her who craved career, money, and power, Kitahara was the perfect partner.

“So, do I have any qualities?” Kitahara suddenly became interested.

“You?”

Mayuko glanced at him sideways and curled her lips.

Yes.

But she wouldn’t say it aloud.

Kitahara shrugged. “Alright, let’s leave it at that. The heater is too strong, my back’s getting sweaty. It’d be bad if someone misunderstood.”

Saying this, he opened the car door and stepped out.

Mayuko was stunned, touching her neck, which was indeed damp with sweat; a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.

“Hey! Don’t go down!”

She shouted after Kitahara, “Wait...”

But he didn’t hesitate in the slightest. His heartless demeanor made Mayuko grit her teeth.

This little rascal enjoys himself and leaves without a care about her.

Glancing at the female salesperson pacing by the window with a probing expression, Mayuko snorted coldly, took out a tissue to wipe the thin sweat, then sprayed perfume inside the car. Only after finishing these steps did she step out.

“How was your experience?”

The salesperson spoke to Kitahara but kept glancing at Mayuko. This queen-like beauty, her temple damp with sweat, even her skirt slightly disheveled, looked as if something had happened.

The salesperson smiled wordlessly and silently observed Kitahara.

Kitahara smiled back. “Not bad. I’m very satisfied.”

Hearing this, Mayuko narrowed her beautiful eyes and glared fiercely at Kitahara, wishing she could tear him apart.

The salesperson, seeing this, gave a knowing smile.

Today, they could close the deal.

You two have already enjoyed yourselves in the car; there’s no reason not to buy it, right?

They couldn’t take advantage of an honest person!

If a car of this caliber got dirty, she couldn’t explain it to her boss!

“Do you have any specific configuration requirements?” the salesperson asked with a smile.

“Well...”

Kitahara pondered briefly but had no real preferences. He bought the Mercedes simply because of its emblem; as for configurations, he didn’t care.

Save where you can, spend where necessary.

Women who could get into this car probably weren’t worth much anyway.

No need to waste money.

After understanding this, Kitahara went ahead smoothly with the purchasing process.