"You're still young, Ash. When you turn eighteen, I'll buy you a car!" Natasha said, glancing at me. My heart sank a little, two more years felt like an eternity.
I muttered, "Natasha, I'm sixteen now. In ancient times, I'd already be a father! How am I still young?"
Natasha giggled, her laughter light and teasing. "You little punk, you're barely grown and talking about being a dad? But if you're so eager to learn to drive, I can take you to the suburbs to practice when we have time. Just promise me one thing!"
"What's that?" I asked, excitement bubbling up. In my mind, I'd agree to anything she asked.
Natasha paused, her face lighting up like a giddy young girl. "While your master's away, let's go to the beach tomorrow! I haven't been swimming in the sea for ages, and I miss that carefree feeling!"
Natasha has a beautiful name, Natasha, which happens to be the same as one of the famous Eight Beauties of Moonlit Quarter from ancient times. I've never seen that historical Natasha, but I'm sure she couldn't hold a candle to my Natasha's beauty.
She was only eighteen when she married my master. As a child, I thought she was my mother and felt proud to have such a stunning mom. When I grew up and learned she wasn't my real mother, I wasn't disappointed quite the opposite. I secretly wished I could marry a woman just like her someday.
"Alright, I promise!" I said. My master had forbidden Natasha from swimming in the sea since they married, though I never understood why. I initially wanted to refuse, worried my master would get angry, but her soft, sweet voice made me agree without thinking.
Natasha and my master have been together for nearly sixteen years but never had children, so they treat me better than if I were their own son. I know some of my thoughts about her are wrong, but I can't help it. I can't control the way her graceful figure lingers in my mind.
Even with her sunglasses on, I could feel the pull of her captivating eyes, drawing me in with an almost magical allure.
After a half-hour drive, we arrived at Pearl City's most luxurious store, the Friendship Store. We parked in the underground garage and took the elevator upstairs. I followed Natasha as we wandered around, but to my surprise, she led me to the swimwear section.
My face flushed at the sight of countless sexy bikinis. It was my first time in a women's clothing section like this, and I felt awkward. The bikini styles were wild, some were barely more than thongs, with front pieces no bigger than an egg. I seriously doubted they could cover a woman's private parts.
Though the items here were pricey, the store was as crowded as any regular shop. There were just too many rich people these days. As soon as Natasha stepped into the bikini section, a uniformed sales assistant approached with warm enthusiasm.
Natasha waved her off politely. "I'll call you if I need you." The assistant smiled, nodded courteously, and left. The service here was top-notch.
But Natasha browsed for a while without picking anything. Suddenly, she turned to me with a grin. "Ash, help me choose one. Which do you think suits me?"
I wondered if she was deliberately trying to embarrass me with such a request.
Feeling shy, I glanced at the colorful bikinis, eager to leave. I pointed randomly and said, "That one's nice!" Honestly, I hadn't even looked closely at it.
Natasha smiled. "You sure about that one?"
I nodded quickly. She beckoned the sales assistant over with a wave, pointed to the bikini I'd chosen, and said, "Please wrap this one up." Then she handed over her limitless credit card.
"Of course, miss, just a moment!" the assistant said in a sweet voice before heading off to process the payment and package the item.
Just then, a woman in her early twenties entered the bikini section, decked out in gold jewelry as if afraid people wouldn't know she was rich. She was fairly pretty but had a thin, almost flat figure, nowhere near as curvaceous as Natasha. When she saw us, a flash of disdain crossed her eyes, but her gaze quickly shifted. After browsing, she pointed at the same bikini Natasha had just bought and called for the assistant.
As it happened, Natasha had purchased the last one, leaving only the display model. The woman suddenly declared, "I want that set. I'll pay double!"
The assistant looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, miss, but that bikini has already been sold to this lady," she said, gesturing toward Natasha.
The woman tilted her head to look at Natasha and froze, clearly stunned by Natasha's beauty and poise. No woman could help but feel jealous of someone far more stunning than themselves, especially when the difference was so striking.
"That bikini's expensive. It must've cost you a month or two's salary, right? How about you let me have it, and I'll pay you double," the woman said to Natasha, her tone haughty, assuming Natasha was just a white-collar worker.
Natasha, a strong and clever woman, wasn't fazed by such a nouveau riche attitude. With a faint smile, she replied, "Are you that rich?"
The woman blinked, thinking Natasha was testing her. A smug sense of superiority washed over her, and she smirked. "Rich? Maybe not, but my monthly allowance is probably more than you'd earn in a year of hard work!"
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