Airi Begins to Care About Kiyoharu's Mood for No Reason

Airi seemed to be in a much better mood. Kiyoharu, seeing that his tormenting session was almost over, opened the glove compartment of the passenger seat.

The glove compartment of a sports car wasn't very spacious, but it was packed full. Kiyoharu took out a bag of his favorite whole-grain biscuits and slowly ate them with a small bottle of soda, replenishing his energy.

Uncle Tsuchiya was definitely the most considerate butler in the world. He knew Kiyoharu got carsick easily, so he always prepared refreshing drinks and snacks in the glove compartment.

It wasn't entirely true that families of chaebols were all cold and devoid of warmth. Uncle Tsuchiya was a prime example. Airi's wet nurse was also a very gentle person. It was just that their low status meant they couldn't influence decisions that displeased Airi.

After finishing the biscuits, Kiyoharu rummaged through the glove compartment again and found a strange little box.

The sun was about to set, and the light on the mountain road was dim. Kiyoharu had to lean closer to see the words on it clearly.

"What is this?" Airi snatched the box away before Kiyoharu could even stop her.

Then, Airi saw what it was, and her small face darkened.

Bi, Bi Yuntao...

How could such filthy, disgusting things appear in her car?!

Facing Airi's angry gaze, Kiyoharu immediately raised his hands in surrender. "I absolutely did not put this in here."

"Really?"

"Of course. I've always had no improper thoughts about the Young Lady. Even if I did, I wouldn't be so quick to prepare Bi Yuntao... I couldn't possibly force you, could I? I don't have the ability."

Despite her slender arms and legs, Chihaya Airi possessed supernatural strength and had undergone rigorous karate training, making her incredibly formidable in combat. Although Kiyoharu also exercised, he was still the type to be knocked down with a single punch from her.

This was the perfect Young Lady as per the setting; martial prowess was an indispensable component.

Airi suddenly felt that Kiyoharu had a point. Thinking again, she figured it must have been Uncle Tsuchiya's doing... Logically, Uncle Tsuchiya had a good sense of propriety and wouldn't inexplicably prepare something that wasn't there before and that Airi disliked. It must have been her father's order.

Airi murmured with a dark expression, "Father has hinted a few times that he hopes we will conceive a child soon..."

"That's not right. If he wants us to have a child, why would he prepare this thing?" Kiyoharu spotted the flaw.

So, he turned on the car's interior light and took out the plastic packaging from the box, examining it closely under the light. Sure enough, he discovered small holes that had been deliberately poked in the packaging.

"Well, this is definitely the wet nurse's terrible idea," Kiyoharu said, feeling a bit speechless. Chaebols would really go to any lengths with their little schemes for the sake of their descendants.

Airi gritted her teeth and threw the item out the car window. "Who wants to have a child! I'd rather die than have one!"

Seeing the Young Lady getting angry again, Kiyoharu quickly said, "Don't speed anymore. I just ate. If you're really unhappy, I'll give you a foot massage when we get home."

"Go to hell."

"Alright, if you don't want a massage, then don't. Shouldn't we be heading home? I still need to cook."

Airi was indeed hungry, so she readily agreed and drove the sports car home.

On the way, Airi occasionally glanced at Kiyoharu.

The matter of Bi Yuntao had nothing to do with Kiyoharu, yet she still took her anger out on him.

The incident itself wasn't a big deal; Airi had always had a bad temper since childhood, and it was normal for her to reprimand people around her. What truly bothered her was that she actually regretted taking her anger out on Kiyoharu for no reason, and even subconsciously tried to interpret his emotions, wanting to know if he was upset.

It was just a toy, so why was she starting to care about the toy's feelings...

Unconsciously, Airi realized that whenever Kiyoharu was involved, strange feelings were easily stirred within her, leading her to act uncharacteristically.

Hmph, it must be because this guy has been a punching bag for too long and doesn't show any negative emotions. That's weird, right? Even the most professional worker doesn't have that kind of composure. Yes, that's right, it's just curiosity that makes me care about Kiyoharu.

The sports car slowed down, gradually settling into a steady rhythm—a rhythm absolutely steady enough not to make Kiyoharu carsick.

On the same night, Shimaura Hitomi took the train back to her rented apartment.

The small one-bedroom apartment was neat and tidy.

Shimaura Hitomi had always been good at organizing things, whether it was her science notes or aspects of her daily life. When she was little, she often helped Airi tidy her room.

Later, Kiyoharu appeared, and those tasks became Kiyoharu's responsibility.

Thinking of Kiyoharu, Shimaura Hitomi, who had intended to get something to eat in the kitchen, paused. She confirmed that the apartment curtains were drawn tightly before guiltily taking out the delivery box from her bag.

She had almost let Kiyoharu see the contents of the delivery that morning, but luckily, she had managed to hide it in time.

The item in the box was simple—a high-end carbon fiber pen from a popular brand.

What distinguished it from ordinary pens was that the cap was laser-engraved with the Chihaya family crest.

Thus, this pen was an exact replica of the one Kiyoharu usually used.

Shimaura Hitomi had ordered the pen online. Domestic sellers wouldn't dare to make counterfeits that impersonated the property of a major conglomerate, so she had commissioned a seller in China to make it and ship it via international mail. They likely wouldn't care about the Chihaya family crest or anything like that.

The plan, in simple terms, was to steal his pen unnoticed and replace it with this fake.

This way, Shimaura Hitomi could use the pen Kiyoharu held in his hand every day as an excellent "catalyst."

She looked forward to savoring Kiyoharu's scent by holding it in her mouth, or even more stimulating uses.

She admitted that her methods were a bit dark and perverted, but after so many years, she had come to terms with her perversion. As long as she wasn't caught, she was invincible.

The first time she stole a personal item from Kiyoharu was during a physical education class in high school.

Kiyoharu was playing soccer with some boys in the class, sweating it out on the green field, his jersey soaked with sweat.

Afterward, Kiyoharu and a few boys went to the washbasin to wash their hands and faces, chatting and laughing. The bench where they placed their belongings was separated from the washbasin by a corner of the greenery. Taking advantage of this small loophole, Shimaura Hitomi quietly followed behind them and ran off with Kiyoharu's clothes.

Shimaura Hitomi spent a pleasant evening in her small bedroom, wearing the jersey that carried the distinct scent of her senior.

Later, when her parents weren't home, she washed the senior's clothes, imagining herself as the senior's devoted wife, obediently doing his laundry. At the same time, she held a special pillow, meant for such occasions, between her thighs.

The moment she wrung the water out of the freshly washed clothes, Shimaura Hitomi burst into tears. She felt so vile, but what choice did she have if she didn't want to be vile? The senior was already firmly in Chihaya Airi's sights.

Now, Shimaura Hitomi no longer agonized over morality.

Time was the best anesthetic.

She even began to anticipate what changes Takagi Akane's arrival would bring to Kiyoharu's life... The Young Lady would likely assign her more tasks, which meant more opportunities for her to sneak a taste.