Man is simple.
In front of a beautiful woman, everything can be talked about.
"...if you want to borrow a lighter, then just tell me, okay?"
Still, if the woman was polite, if the woman was overbearing, arrogant, and took everything for granted, Nifuji would ignore and leave them since he wasn't a SIMP, and even if one had gone, there were still many beautiful women in this world who wished to be taken care of by him, as a sugar papa.
Still, even if the woman took for granted, as they gave him money and rewards, he thought that it was all good, too, since that way, he could feel comfortable using her.
Yet, without a doubt, he thought his luck was good since as soon as he got the system, he met a woman who could become his sugar baby.
"Once again, I am sorry."
The gyaru woman blushed because she failed at her teasing and was too embarrassed by what had happened earlier, especially when she had also made him hurt.
"It's fine. Here. You can borrow this."
As he lent her his lighter, he wasn't in a hurry to test his system since even if everything that he gained from the system might be impressive, he wouldn't just test it with a random woman, who... was pure and kind.
Pure and kind.
Those were his impressions of this woman, especially when she invited a stranger, whom she had never talked to, to sit so close next to each other, and even tried to tease him by pressing the tip of her cigarette against his to light hers up before becoming embarrassed, stopping as she blushed.
Instead of a sugar baby, he felt that this type of woman was more suitable to become a mother, despite how she appeared.
Moreover, even if he wanted to spend his money on her, he had a feeling that she would refuse him.
They might not have known each other for long, as he had only been in this world for a month or so, but as he often came to this supermarket, as it was close to his place, he often saw her hard work, showing her best professional attitude and smile, despite being harassed by many troublesome customers due to her good looks.
"Thanks."
The woman thanked him, then looked at his lighter curiously. His lighter was different from a normal one, as it had a shape like a stick and was made from silver, making her slightly confused about how to use it.
As she kept staring at it, he said, "Let me help you."
"O-Oh."
The woman nodded, then saw him remove the cap of the lighter, as his other arm made a wall around it, so the wind wouldn't blow the fire away, before he started the fire on his lighter.
"Come closer."
She subconsiously followed his words, moving closer toward the fire, and as she got closer, she could feel his large palm was so right near her face, cheek. Even if it didn't touch her, she felt like she was being caressed by him, which made her face redder, but fortunately, the bright red of the fire hid her blush.
"It's done."
"T-Thanks."
"You are welcome."
As her cigarette was lit up, she started to smoke to calm herself as she peeked at his face secretly before she asked, "What kind of a lighter is that?"
"It's a Tsubomi Pearl slim stick lighter."
"Can I see it?"
"Go ahead, but be careful since the tip is quite hot as I just lit the fire before."
"Thanks." The woman took the lighter as she looked at it curiously. It was sleek and fashionable, but it was a little troublesome to take care of, and one could burn one's fingers if one wasn't careful.
Still, like a woman who could bear to wear heels despite their discomfort, sometimes a better appearance demanded a necessary sacrifice.
As she played with his lighter for a bit, she saw him take out a black pocket ashtray from his suit as he put away the cigar ash inside, without dirtying the area where he smoked, then continued leisurely.
Thoughtful and chic, even when he's sat on a well-used drinks crate.
"What's wrong? Why did you keep staring at me like that?" He looked at the woman with confusion, noticing her gaze.
"...did you often do that?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean to put your stick at the tip of the woman?"
"...Why did you make my action of helping you light up a cigarette seem like something lewd?"
The woman laughed at his words, then she asked, "Did you work as a consultant?"
Consultant, aka, host, aka, gigolo.
The word "consultant" was the more polite way to describe the profession of a gigolo in this country, or was more known as a host, a profession known by many that makes money by mooching off women.
Still, he didn't get angry and just asked curiously, "Do I have a face that can make women support me?"
"....."
The woman was silent for a while and seriously observed his face for a while, then said softly, "Well... your face isn't bad." Still, her face was a little red, and she quickly looked away as she smoked.
"Thank you. If I quit my job, then I don't have to worry about my living."
The woman lightly bumped his shoulder against her as she smiled. "So, you are not a consultant?"
"No, I am just a normal salaryman."
"You seem like an elite one, though."
The way he lit up the cigarette, or put away her cigar ash, everything seemed so natural and elegant as he gazed into the distance.
Still, when she said those words, she felt slightly inferior since she was just a cashier, after all.
At those words, he looked so relaxed as he gazed at her helplessly. "I am not elite, but if you want to work well and be treated better by others, you have to appear like one. After all, I am not a cute one like you, so I have to work hard in another area, right?"
The woman snorted and lightly bumped into him. "If you quit your job, I am sure that women will support you." After all, he knew how to say something to make women happy.
"Haha..."
He could only laugh awkwardly, but he felt a certain possibility in her words, especially when he had the "Seeding Uncle" ability.
With that banter, it felt like they had become quite close, which in turn made her ask him another question, "By the way, you always queue at the second counter, right?"
"Yes."
"Even if there are many counters that are empty, you still line up at the second one every time by chance." The woman talked as she thought to tease him once again. Previously, she failed, but this time, she would win!
"Is Yamada-san your favorite or something?"
Yet, he was confused since "Yamada-san,' was you, right?
Why did you mention "Yamada-san," as if she were someone else?
Still, as he was in such a thought, the woman said, "I got you. She's cute and has big boobs, but no boyfriend. She seems fine with that, but probably, as she grows older, she might worry about that."
"......."
What was this?
Did you come here to promote yourselves to become his girlfriend?
Only, when she saw his silence, she asked softly, "...did you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Then, as expected, are you trying to date her?"
"........"
Did this woman really try to pretend that she was someone else?
While he was helpless, he decided to play around. "It's not like that. It's just..." He paused as if trying to find a way to describe what he felt. "Sometimes, the work was just tough, but when I saw her smile, it made me realize that I wasn't the only one who worked hard, since despite how hard her work was, she still smiled and maintained her professionalism."
The customer is a god.
This was the belief that everyone had in this country, and by using that belief, they tried to bully, take advantage, or be mean to those staff who kindly helped them, especially those who worked in the service industry.
"It might sound pathetic since, as a mature man, I still need someone else to... make me feel better, but... she gave me strength somehow..."
While the dialogue made him appear calm and sounded relatively straightforward, the words that came out from his lips were quite fumbled, as he had to say something that he wasn't used to and expressed the embrassing feelings on his heart, yet those words seemed more sincere than something that came out so naturally, as if it were something that had been pre-arranged or had been recited.
Only—
"It's not pathetic."
She reacted more strongly than he had imagined, but after she said those words, she grew panicked as she raised her voice and didn't know what to say afterward.
He also didn't intend to embrace her and thanked her politely. "Thank you."
"N-No problem... It's... there is no need for you to worry about that, since if... if she knows that she can help someone that way... I... I am sure that she will be happy."
"That would be great if that's the case." He smoked once again and expressed his concern. "Though I am worried that she might think of me as a creep who tried to get close to her."
"I don't think she will."
"Oh? I do have a chance with her from your words?"
"...not, if you are being so cocky."
Watching his smug expression, the woman snorted.
He smiled and didn't mind her reaction, but as she continued to tease him, he thought to tease her, "Still, how did you know that I often queue at the second counter? Have you always watched me?"
"........."
As this question fell, the woman was silent and smoked as if she didn't hear his question, but her longer fingers that held the cigarette trembled, and her ears and neck turned redder as she felt her face burn due to her blunder.
Still, watching all of this, there was only one word to describe her.
"Cute."
Only after he said that word did he feel regret since he felt another bump on his chest, which made him cough pathetically again.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
"Hmph!"
She looked away, blushing, feeling guilty, and comforted him as she apologized again.
"I-I am sorry again..."
Yet, there was no doubt that he would frequently visit this supermarket to smoke together with her like this in the future.
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Should I continue this one?