Maruzensky swore—no one had ever dared mock her for driving too slowly.
Ever since she'd gotten her license, most people who rode in her car would walk in… and crawl out.
Because everyone who'd experienced her driving would fight tooth and nail to avoid a second ride, she'd even tried being a taxi driver for a while—just so more people could "enjoy the thrill of speed."
It didn't last. Nobody rode with her for long.
But still—*no one. Not one person. Not a single soul—*had ever said she drove fast.
People only ever cried and begged her to slow down.
And now—Eternal Meteor, who'd never even ridden with her before—had the audacity to provoke her like this.
Could she tolerate that?
If she could tolerate it then… well—she'd just have to go home and polish the car really, really well.
Because normally, if it were anyone else, Maruzensky would've buried the accelerator straight through the fuel tank and made the fool crying for their mom within thirty seconds.
But with Meteor… she absolutely couldn't do that.
If she made the little meteor cry, she'd regret it for ages. And besides—there was a boiled tofu in the back seat watching her. If Rudolf decided to "handle" her, Maruzensky was finished.
So she forced herself to keep it contained.
"I'll go a little faster," she said, sulking. "Hold on tight."
She pressed the gas just a bit more—pushing right up to the limit while staying under the speed restriction. And through the rearview mirror, she could clearly see Rudolf covering her mouth, trying (and failing) not to laugh.
Maruzensky's mood got even worse.
"Maruzensky-onee-san, are you scared to drive fast? At this speed, even riding Gold Ship's little 'Gold Ship' would be faster."
Meteor watched cars pass them and shook her head. She'd never ridden in a car this slow in her life. It felt worse than an old lady's electric tricycle back in the city—worse even than the electric wheelchair she'd once seen late at night: it had zipped past so fast the red warning light became a straight line.
"…What's that?" Maruzensky asked.
"Gold Ship's two-wheeled electric scooter."
"...…"
At that, Maruzensky finally snapped.
She actually said my sports car is slower than a two-wheeled electric scooter.
Yeah—no.
License points? Consequences? All of it got thrown out of her mind. Her right hand went straight to the gearshift.
"Wait!" Rudolf shouted from the back.
Ignored.
Right now, Maruzensky only cared about one thing: proving her skill.
Her foot slammed down—then lifted—then stomped again; the shifter climbed rapidly. The tires screeched, burned rubber, and kicked up smoke as they bit into the asphalt.
"WOOHOO—LIFTOFF! HAHAHAHAHA!"
"Slo… down…" Rudolf managed.
"Faster! Faster—GO FASTER!!!" Meteor howled in delight.
"Don't—" Rudolf tried again.
"Still slow! TOO SLOW! EVEN FASTER!!!"
Meteor felt the violent shove of acceleration pinning her into the seat. She cheered, staring at the scenery as it blurred backward—still pouring gasoline onto the fire with every word.
Rudolf at first could still squeeze out a couple syllables of protest.
But nobody listened.
With the speed climbing higher and higher under Meteor's instigation, Rudolf could only grit her teeth and pray she wouldn't puke all over Meteor.
When we get out, I'm going to deal with both of you, she vowed. Especially Maruzensky. If she doesn't apologize properly… she can kiss her license goodbye.
Rudolf felt like she'd been strapped inside a tumble dryer—except the seatbelt had nailed her to the wall. One second spinning left, the next spinning right—until she was desperate to get out and vomit.
But unlike Rudolf, who was nearly passing out, Meteor was having the time of her life.
The lurching from "gas-brake-gas," the sideways centrifugal pull as Maruzensky drifted through turns—every second of it felt like pure joy.
And the roar of that V12 engine—she screamed along with it like they were singing together.
The only flaw was… it was still a bit slow.
But then Meteor glanced at Maruzensky's flushed, heated expression—decided self-preservation mattered—and kept that opinion to herself.
If I push her too far and an accident happens, that'd be bad.
Sure, a top-class horse girl's reflexes made it unlikely—but better to save the mocking for after they arrived.
"Problem is," X muttered, watching the car whip left and right, "you're not exactly safe right now, either."
The red Countach tore all the way to the hospital—then slid into the parking-lot entrance with a sideways drift.
When they finally stopped and got out, Maruzensky immediately started excitedly discussing the run with Meteor—because she'd finally met someone who wasn't terrified of her driving.
"Not bad," Meteor said, pinching her thumb and index finger close together. "But it still felt like it was missing just a tiny bit."
"That's only because of the traffic lights. Next time, we'll go to the school's back mountain—then you'll see what real speed is. There's even a six-hairpin sequence~"
Maruzensky was practically drawing the turns in the air with her hands. She hadn't been this happy in ages. Everyone who rode with her either cried or puked—finally, someone who could actually enjoy it with her.
Still buzzing, she reached to grab Meteor and stride off—
Then a hand landed heavily on her shoulder and pinned her in place.
Only then did she remember:
There had been someone else in the car.
"Meteor," she said quietly, "I think we've got a problem."
Meteor turned around.
The instant she saw Rudolf's face—
She snapped to attention like a soldier.
It was a terrifying expression, like all the malice in the world had condensed into a black beast, eyes glowing red with murderous intent.
"You two—...…guh!"
But Rudolf didn't even finish the sentence.
Her face contorted. The murderous aura shattered instantly.
Her stomach felt like a shaken bottle of soda—just waiting for the cap to pop.
Maruzensky and Meteor were already bracing to get yelled at, but when Rudolf's complexion suddenly changed, they instinctively stepped forward—
Only for Rudolf to ignore them completely, stagger, and sprint toward the restroom.
Both of them rushed after her, practically rocket-boosting across the hospital floor, and managed to help her along.
At the restroom door, Rudolf broke free, stumbled inside, and immediately started vomiting.
Outside, Maruzensky and Meteor stood frozen, listening to the brutal retching echoing from inside—like she was trying to throw up her internal organs.
They exchanged one look.
Then immediately looked away.
"Maruzensky-onee-san…" Meteor asked, staring at the ceiling and counting the dots, guilt creeping into her voice. "Do you think the President… is okay?"
Maruzensky answered with a face full of tragedy.
"I don't know if she's okay," she said. "But I know one thing."
"We're definitely dead."
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