Half an hour later.
A black Lexus drove into the courtyard of the Suou family estate.
Sitting in the back seat, Fumiya Jin silently gazed out the window at the garden and villa, which were even more luxurious and exquisite than he had imagined. He calculated how many novels he'd have to publish to afford such a residence if he weren't to live off a woman's fortune.
Soon, the car came to a stop.
As soon as Fumiya Jin stepped out of the car, a maid with long, straight black hair, dressed in a standard maid uniform, came forward to greet him.
"You must be Mr. Fumiya, I presume? The young mistress has been waiting for you. Please, follow me."
The maid bowed slightly, adopting a thoroughly respectful posture as she spoke.
Fumiya Jin sized up the maid.
She wasn't tall, standing a little over five feet. Her slightly lowered face was actually quite exquisite, her long black hair was very silky, and she had a cute, long cowlick. Her figure was slender and petite... she could be considered a typical beautiful girl with long, straight black hair.
However, although her words were very respectful and her subservient posture as a servant was impeccable, her face remained expressionless. Her voice was devoid of any tone, and her gaze never once met Fumiya Jin's.
She seemed to be a standard expressionless girl.
"Alright, lead the way," Fumiya Jin said, having merely observed her without paying it much mind.
Led by the maid, Fumiya Jin didn't enter the main building of the estate but was instead guided all the way to the rear garden.
In the middle of the garden stood a white, Western European-style gazebo.
Beneath the gazebo, beside a tea table, sat a girl in a black athletic T-shirt and light blue capri pants, looking lively and sporty.
As Fumiya Jin and the maid approached, the girl heard their footsteps. She stood up, saw Fumiya Jin, and immediately came out to greet them.
"Fumiya-san, welcome to my home."
The girl stood before Fumiya Jin with her hands behind her back, smiling slightly, just about to say something...
But the moment she saw Fumiya Jin's face, she froze, a little stunned.
Although she already knew he was quite handsome from the last time she sought him out, still...
Why did he seem even more dashing this time?
And it wasn't the kind of refined look that came from meticulous, almost flamboyant makeup...
Looking at his individual features, the contours of his face, she couldn't see any trace of enhancement, nor did his good looks seem ridiculously exaggerated.
But put together...
How could he be so handsome?
It made it a little hard to look away.
"Um... Fumiya-san, I want to ask you a slightly presumptuous question." Yuki Suou temporarily set aside the welcoming words she had prepared.
"If it's too presumptuous, I suggest you don't ask," Fumiya Jin said.
"Well, it's not that presumptuous," Yuki Suou said, puffing out her cheeks.
Then, she waved her hand at the long-haired maid.
The maid immediately understood, bowed slightly, and withdrew.
Only then did Yuki Suou ask Fumiya Jin her question: "Your game class... is it an incubus? Or some other similar class?"
Fumiya Jin shook his head. "Of course not. Why do you ask?"
"Because you're too good-looking. Unnaturally so." Yuki Suou narrowed her eyes slightly. "I remember you weren't this striking the last time I saw you. I'm guessing you acquired some ability or item in the instance you just participated in that caused this change."
"A good guess," said Fumiya Jin.
"So I was right?"
"You could see it that way."
"Hmph, what kind of answer is that?" Yuki Suou was a little dissatisfied. "We're about to enter an instance together, entrusting our lives to each other. Shouldn't we be a little more open with one another?"
"You're the one who invited me to join you in the instance. I don't think I should be the one to open up first," Fumiya Jin said. "Besides, I haven't even agreed to be your teammate yet; we haven't settled on the terms. By the way, where is the sword master I asked for?"
"Master Hasegawa is already here, having tea in the living room," Yuki Suou said, glaring at Fumiya Jin with puffed cheeks. "But... hey! A fair-skinned, beautiful, and invincibly cute girl is standing right in front of you, and you don't want to get to know me first? You're that eager to see an old man? I even went so far as to be impolite and specifically left Master Hasegawa to wait for you here, just to create an opportunity for the two of us to talk!"
"Unfortunately for you, there's already a beautiful girl far more lovely and cute than you at home, waiting for me to come back for a celebratory dinner," Fumiya Jin said with a placid expression. "So I'm really not that interested in you. The kendo master is more important. Let's exchange information after I've met him."
Power.
Power is a man's one true love.
Women?
They only slow down the speed of my sword draw!
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Yuki Suou grew indignant.
She had received an elite education from a young age and had never been second to anyone.
Whether in academics, hobbies like piano, flower arrangement, and karate, or in looks and figure, she was almost always at the top.
She was always the one leaving others in the dust; rarely had anyone surpassed her. Even that renowned Miss Shinomiya from school was only her equal in most aspects and was completely outclassed by her when it came to figure.
So, of course, she had her own pride, she just never showed it.
But now, Fumiya Jin's "far more lovely and cute than you" had naturally stung her.
If he had just said "cuter than her," Yuki Suou might have been able to laugh it off. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
But...
"Far cuter"?
Interesting!
"I admit, that girl behind you at the end of the last instance was indeed quite cute," Yuki Suou said, looking at Fumiya Jin. "But she couldn't be that much better than me... especially in certain aspects..."
As she spoke, Yuki Suou suddenly raised her hands and stretched.
As her hands went back, her body straightened, perfectly showcasing her impressive curves.
Then, she shot a smug look at Fumiya Jin.
She noticed that Fumiya Jin was indeed looking at the spot she wanted him to.
A triumphant smile instantly appeared on her face. "I have my strong points too, right?"
Fumiya Jin made no attempt to hide his gaze but maintained his cool expression, saying, "You do, but I just prefer them small. Small is cute too."
Hearing this, Yuki Suou looked at Fumiya Jin teasingly. "Do you even believe that yourself..."
After all, you were squeezing so happily during our first meeting, you wouldn't even let go...
"Of course," Fumiya Jin said.
"So you're saying you have no interest in me whatsoever and won't be attracted to me anytime soon, right?" Yuki Suou raised an eyebrow.
"Obviously," Fumiya Jin said. "My heart is as hard as iron and stone."
"Oh... iron and stone, is it? Fine!"
A burning competitive spirit ignited in Yuki Suou's eyes.
The next second, a faint purple light emanated from her eyes, and then she spoke: "Listen up, zako! I command you to become infatuated with me, right now!"
In an instant, Fumiya Jin felt a certain desire ignite in his mind while his reason was temporarily suppressed...
His body moved on its own, rushing toward the girl.
Whoa...
In a flash, he had pinned the girl against the nearest stone pillar of the gazebo.
One arm wrapped around her slender waist, his body pressed against hers, and his head buried itself in the crook of her neck.
It wasn't until his lips touched the skin of her neck, feeling its soft, jade-like texture, that his eyes suddenly cleared.
He lifted his head and looked at the girl's face.
The purple in Yuki Suou's eyes quickly faded. Her face was a little pale, and a hint of weariness touched her features, but she wore a triumphant, victorious smile. "See, zako Fumiya-san? You couldn't resist after all, could you?" Zako, zako!
This brat needed to be corrected!!
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