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Hayato wondered if he should get a comfortable sedan. Supercars were too flashy; young people just loved making a fuss.

Note, "get," not buy.

The car had not been parked for more than a few minutes.

A fashion show began right beside Hayato's car.

The models were students from the academy—tall, short, fat, thin, of every skin color.

There were office ladies, vintage ladies, sexy leopard prints, and even straight-up bikinis...

Did they really need to be this exaggerated?

And... it was one thing for women to come over and show off, but what was a man doing, striking poses and flirting?

Perhaps realizing the competition was too fierce, Kate performed far beyond her usual level when it came to changing outfits and freshening up. Her dormmates and the fake sisters next door offered Kate their heartfelt, "sincere" greetings.

More outrageously, someone asked Kate if she minded playing together sometime.

How exactly would they play together?

Kate answered with a smile, "Next time."

Then she hurried downstairs at incredible speed, yet somehow still managed to look graceful and elegant.

Kate got into the car, shut the door, and waved at the beauties who were still tirelessly working at it. "Bye-bye~"

Once they left campus, Kate burst into uninhibited laughter, her waist trembling wildly, certain indescribable parts bouncing like pudding.

"Sorry, but making those bitches jealous feels amazing, doesn't it?"

"You don't get along with them?"

"How could we?"

That made sense. Whether in art or social circles, they were direct competitors. Smiling on the surface while cursing each other inside was the truest portrayal of gold-digging women.

"Darling, where are we going now? Back to the hotel? I brought my favorite outfit."

Kate pulled open a bag, revealing a sheer black lace bodysuit.

Hayato swallowed.

He had never seen anything