Chapter 341: Takumi, I'm Sorry! The Fall of the School Beauty in a Ferrari!
"No time to waste, get in the car quickly."
Shen Anyu looked at Suzuki Natsuki, whose eyes were shining with a mix of disbelief and avarice as she counted the thick wads of cash, and urged her slightly, fitting the persona of a wealthy young master in a hurry.
"Sorry, I'm getting in now!"
Suzuki Natsuki's small face flushed crimson, and she bowed in apology again, her movements frantic yet careful.
She clutched the two thick stacks of banknotes—her "tour guide fee"—tightly against her chest as if they were her lifeblood. Then, she approached the vehicle. It was a blood-red Ferrari, a beast of engineering that gleamed under the sunlight like a polished ruby. She swallowed hard, her hand trembling as she reached for the handle. She opened the door with extreme caution, fearing that her cheap fingernails might leave even the slightest scratch on the multi-million yen paint job. Bending her waist, she slowly, reverently lowered herself into the passenger seat.
The interior was a world she had only seen in movies. The scent of premium Italian leather filled her nose—a rich, expensive smell that screamed of old money and power. The dashboard was a cockpit of carbon fiber and digital displays. Looking at the luxurious interior of the sports car, Suzuki Natsuki was excited and thrilled to the point of dizziness. Her pretty face was flushed, her eyes darting left and right, drinking in every detail. If not for some lingering modesty and fear of looking like a country bumpkin, she would have likely been touching everything and taking selfies to post on her social media instantly.
A smile flashed in Shen Anyu's deep eyes, noticing her awe. He asked softly, his voice like a cello playing a soothing melody:
"Is this your first time in a sports car?"
Suzuki Natsuki lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the strap of her worn-out handbag. She stammered:
"Mhm, y-yes... it's my first time."
Sitting in the luxurious sports car, seeing the contrast between her cheap school uniform shoes and the pristine floor mats, Suzuki Natsuki felt somewhat uneasy, even inferior.
Could she really be sitting in such a luxurious supercar, worth over two hundred million yen? It felt like a dream she was afraid to wake up from.
"Natsuki-chan, may I call you that? You don't need to be nervous. It's this car's honor that a beauty like you is willing to sit in it."
Suzuki Natsuki looked up in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. She saw Shen Anyu's gentle gaze, which seemed to hold a galaxy of affection, and her heart immediately warmed. She didn't say anything to object to Shen Anyu's intimate address, 'Natsuki-chan.' Instead, she felt her unease and inferiority gradually dissipate, replaced by a shy sweetness.
'Anyu-kun is really a very gentle boy,' she thought.
Most rich people she heard about were arrogant and looked down on commoners. But Shen Anyu was different. He was like a prince from a fairy tale.
Suzuki Natsuki secretly glanced at Shen Anyu, admiring his handsome profile, his sharp jawline, and his noble temperament. Her pretty face flushed even more, burning hot.
[Ding! Detected that the destined heroine Suzuki Natsuki's favorability +3, plundered +9000 Destiny Value!]
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"Here, let me help you with your seatbelt."
Shen Anyu smiled. He didn't wait for her to react. He unbuckled his own belt slightly and leaned over.
The space in a supercar was already intimate, but as Shen Anyu leaned across the center console, the atmosphere instantly became suffocatingly ambiguous. His masculine scent—a mix of refreshing mint and a high-end, woody cologne—enveloped Suzuki Natsuki, drowning out her senses.
She froze, her back pressed hard against the leather seat, not daring to breathe.
Shen Anyu's face was inches from hers. She could see the fine pores on his skin, the length of his eyelashes. His arm reached across her, brushing against her shoulder, and as he reached for the buckle, his hand "accidentally" grazed the side of her chest.
The seatbelt passed over Suzuki Natsuki's ample pride, pressing down and accentuating her curves. Her chest trembled slightly with her rapid breathing, illustrating what a real-world physics engine was like—soft, elastic, and full of vitality—definitely not comparable to any cold technological creation.
Beneath her pure, innocent high school student exterior, she possessed such an impressive, explosive figure. It was a deadly weapon wrapped in a sailor uniform. No wonder the 'Akina Mountain Car God', Echizen Takumi, was so infatuated with her for so many years.
'Too bad,' Shen Anyu thought with a sneer in his heart, though his face remained the picture of a gentleman. 'No matter how well your Eight-Six (AE86) can drift through corners in a drainage ditch, it can't compare to a Ferrari. A woman's heart isn't a racetrack; you can't win it just by being fast. You need gold to pave the way.'
He deliberately lingered for a second longer than necessary, letting his breath tickle her ear.
"There. Safe and sound."
[Ding! Detected that the destined heroine Suzuki Natsuki's favorability +1, plundered +3000 Destiny Value!]
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Suzuki Natsuki's brain had short-circuited. Her face was burning so hot she felt she might faint.
'Anyu-kun is really so gentle! And he smells so good... Are Chinese boys this gentle?'
Involuntarily, an image of her childhood friend appeared in her mind. Echizen Takumi.
'Takumi is always thinking about his broken car. He smells like gasoline and tofu. He has never helped me fasten my seatbelt... He doesn't even notice when I wear a new skirt.'
Suzuki Natsuki's small face was flushed as she watched Shen Anyu retract his hand. She couldn't help but compare Shen Anyu to Echizen Takumi.
One was a noble, wealthy, considerate prince in a Ferrari.
The other was a dull, poor, tofu-delivery boy in a scrap metal car.
The gap was like heaven and earth.
But this comparison startled Suzuki Natsuki. A pang of guilt hit her. Takumi was her friend... how could she think like that? She quickly shook her head, shaking off these "bad woman" thoughts.
"What's wrong, Natsuki-chan? Is the air conditioning too cold?" Shen Anyu asked, noticing her shaking head.
Meeting Shen Anyu's questioning gaze, Suzuki Natsuki suppressed her guilt, smiled sweetly, and said, "Arigato (Thank you), Anyu-kun, thank you for helping me fasten my seatbelt. I... I'm just a bit clumsy."
"You're welcome." Shen Anyu replied with a smile that didn't reach his calculating eyes. His efforts and gentleness naturally required a return. A repayment of body and soul.
Boom!
After Shen Anyu settled back, he stepped on the accelerator.
The V12 engine roared to life behind them. It wasn't a noise; it was a symphony of power. The sound was like a giant dragon waking up, igniting passion in the blood.
The sheer force of the acceleration pushed Suzuki Natsuki back into her seat. The scenery outside became a blur of neon and concrete.
She watched the rapidly receding scenery outside through the tinted window, feeling a rush of adrenaline and vanity. She felt very happy. She had never imagined that one day she would be able to sit in the passenger seat of a luxurious sports car worth over two hundred million yen, weaving through the traffic of Tokyo like a queen.
Passersby on the street turned their heads, their eyes filled with envy and admiration. Suzuki Natsuki knew they couldn't see her clearly, but she imagined their gazes.
'If I took a photo of this scene and showed it to my girlfriends at school, they would surely be green with envy. They would die of jealousy!'
This feeling of superiority was wonderfully unprecedented. It was addictive.
Next, under the guidance of Suzuki Natsuki, the "tour guide", Shen Anyu arrived at Ginza in central Tokyo.
Ginza. The name alone represented the pinnacle of consumption in Asia. It was a world-famous shopping paradise, a place where money flowed like water.
Hermès, Dior, Chanel, Versace, Louis Vuitton... the massive flagship stores of these luxury brands stood like temples to the god of consumerism, lining the streets with their glittering glass facades. The air here smelled of expensive perfume and money. It was bustling with crowds—wealthy madams, elites, and tourists—an endless stream of people chasing desire.
Suzuki Natsuki had visited Ginza, Tokyo, several times before. But usually, she just walked on the sidewalk, looking at the window displays from a distance, terrified of checking the price tags. It was like a country bumpkin entering the Forbidden City; she dared not enter those luxury brand stores at all. She felt she didn't belong.
But today, walking beside Shen Anyu, with his impeccable suit and aura of dominance, the security guards who usually looked down on people bowed respectfully to them.
She suddenly felt a little guilty, clutching her bag. She, as a tour guide, probably didn't deserve the two million yen tour guide fee at all. She was just walking around with him.
Shen Anyu suddenly stopped walking and asked:
"Natsuki-chan, I need your advice. What kind of gifts do girls like?"
Upon hearing this, Suzuki Natsuki's heart skipped a beat. 'A gift? For a girl?'
A sour feeling of jealousy rose in her chest, but she immediately suppressed it and put on a professional smile.
"Beautiful and glamorous clothes, dresses, perfumes, cosmetics, and the like, are usually safe choices when given to girls, right, Anyu-kun? Are you... are you giving them to a girl you like?"
She felt a little envious in her heart. What kind of girl would be liked by such a rich, handsome, and gentle Anyu-kun? She must be a girl favored by the Goddess of Luck. She must be a princess.
Shen Anyu looked at her, his gaze intense and unblinking.
"What about you? What kind of things do you like? If you were that girl, what would you want?"
"Eh? Eh? Me?"
Suzuki Natsuki was stunned, looking at Shen Anyu's burning gaze. Her mind went blank.
"I..." She stammered, her desires leaking out before she could filter them. "The same things... like Chanel bags... and those beautiful dresses in the window..."
She lowered her voice at the end, feeling ashamed of her greed.
"Alright. I understand."
Shen Anyu smiled decisively. "Follow me. There's a Chanel store right next door."
Without waiting for her refusal, Shen Anyu directly took Suzuki Natsuki's fair and tender hand. His grip was firm and warm. He led her straight into the nearby Chanel flagship store.
"Welcome, Sir, Miss."
The sales assistants, with their sharp eyes, immediately recognized Shen Anyu's extraordinary clothing and temperament. They swarmed over like bees to honey, ignoring other customers.
About half an hour later.
Shen Anyu and Suzuki Natsuki walked out of the glass doors.
At this moment, Shen Anyu walked ahead, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed. Behind him, or rather, beside him, Suzuki Natsuki was in a trance. She was carrying more than a dozen shopping bags of various sizes, emblazoned with the black and white logo of Chanel.
Inside were several classic Chanel bags, the eternal No. 5 perfume, full sets of cosmetics, skincare products, lipsticks, and so on.
[1] One light pink flap-style crossbody shoulder bag, made of bright grain calfskin with a gold buckle chain. It was delicate and chic. Price: 2,600,000 Yen.
[2] One white Classic Flap (CF) series handbag, the medium size. Noble, elegant, and timeless. Price: 2,400,000 Yen.
These two bags alone exceeded five million yen, equivalent to over two hundred thousand yuan (RMB). It was more money than Takumi earned in years of delivering tofu.
There was also a Chanel 'Sublimage' discovery set, including lipstick, cleanser, toner, skincare, mask, eye cream, etc. This one wasn't expensive relative to the bags—only seventy to eighty thousand yen—but for a high school student, it was a month's living expenses.
In addition, there were some beautiful clothes, silk dresses, crystal shoes, perfumes, and so on.
The total value exceeded ten million yen.
At this moment, Suzuki Natsuki had already been made to change into a light blue Chanel tweed dress right there in the store. The dress was tailored perfectly, outlining her impressive curves, lifting her temperament instantly. She was no longer a slightly rustic country girl or a student; she looked like a fashionable, beautiful, and wealthy urban young woman. A true "Socialite."
However, on Suzuki Natsuki's pretty face, there was no expression of pure joy or excitement. Instead, there was a blank, stunned look, as if her soul had been impacted by a heavy hammer. She felt dizzy, like she was floating.
Even after Shen Anyu finished paying—swiping that black card without even looking at the receipt—and led her by her small hand out of the Chanel store, Suzuki Natsuki still hadn't reacted.
She met the envious and jealous gazes of the sales assistants and other women on the street. They looked at the valuable bags in her hands, then at the handsome man beside her, their eyes screaming, 'Why is that girl so lucky?'
Suzuki Natsuki had never dreamed that after Shen Anyu took her into the Chanel store, he would ask her to pick things out, and then... buy them all for her.
Without the slightest hesitation. Without asking for a discount.
"Take them all," he had said. Those three words were the most domineering thing she had ever heard.
Especially that white Classic Flap bag. She had seen it in magazines. She had dreamed of touching it. Now, the cool leather handle was in her palm.
Oh my god, this was Chanel. A world-renowned luxury brand.
The meaning of luxury is not to seek the best, but only the most expensive. And now, she was covered in it.
The weight of the bags in her hands felt like the weight of a mountain, but also like the keys to a new world.
Just thinking about carrying gifts worth over ten million yen—an amount that could buy her family's house—Suzuki Natsuki's delicate body was already going soft…
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