"Who are you calling a bastard... huh?"
Inside the sports car, Kyoko Tachibana heard the familiar voice and quickly turned toward the window.
"Holy crap."
A face was pressed against the driver's window, wearing an ingratiating grin.
The sight gave her quite a fright.
Then, by the lights outside, Kyoko Tachibana finally made it out—it was Tetsuhiro's handsome old face, covered in a brilliant smile.
Knock, knock, knock!
Tetsuhiro tapped on the window.
The window rolled down. Kyoko Tachibana had already started the engine, and she gripped the steering wheel with both hands, looking straight ahead as she prepared to leave. "What?" she asked coldly.
Tetsuhiro smiled, his eyes seeming to see right through her. Unhurriedly, he asked, "Where are you going? Why'd you leave without a word?"
"None of your business." Kyoko Tachibana sneered. "You're such a busy man. I wouldn't dream of troubling you." She pressed the clutch, shifted into first, and the car slowly began moving.
"Hey, don't rush." Tetsuhiro kept pace, holding on to the window. "We came together. At least let me get you home safely so I don't have to worry."
"No thanks. I'm perfectly safe right now. Shouldn't you be comforting that beauty instead? That young, cute, youthful, clingy little beauty will be asking you to hold her again any minute..."
For some reason, Kyoko Tachibana put extra emphasis on the word "hold."
"Her? I knew ages ago she was putting on an act. She had an ulterior motive for approaching me. I was just playing along to see what she wanted."
"Really? How did those pink little grapes and soft, sweet peaks feel? Did they make you want to run your hands all over them and give them a good, hard squeeze?"
As she spoke, the sports car picked up speed, and