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With his delicate features and androgynous style, he's quite the ladies' man.
While Shirakawa Natsu was still in a daze, a boy suddenly walked over, holding a mineral water bottle, looking down at his phone, and bumped straight into him.
He walked very fast and bumped into him, splashing the mineral water bottle in his hand directly onto his leather jacket.
"Ah?!" the boy screamed, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his face on the jacket without saying a word, saying in a flustered manner, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't notice, are you alright, sister?"
He looked up as he spoke, with a pitiful expression. He was very young and had delicate features. He looked like a minor, only about 1.65 meters tall, and his eyes blinked rapidly.
A typical "puppy dog" in a woman's eyes.
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. He suppressed his disgust and did not back down. From the beginning, he knew that Shirakawa Natsumi was doing it on purpose and did not dodge.
Because the boy's photo was on a huge job posting at the host club across the street.
He just wanted to see what tricks this man was up to.
"I'm so sorry, sister, let me buy you a drink." The boy pointed to a tea shop next door, looking at her with pleading eyes and a pitiful expression.
Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run down her spine, a cold sensation creeping up her spine.
"Okay... alright." Shirakawa Natsu lowered his voice, which sounded strange. He didn't know how to use consonants, but it wasn't difficult for him to lower his tone and make his voice sound neutral.
The boy led him to a tea shop and sat him down.
There was no need for Shirakawa Natsu to serve tea; she simply brought over two cups of tea, snacks, and ice cream.
"I'm sorry, sister, for asking you to come and keep me company." The boy's eyes were gentle, sincere, and bright. "My name is Nishino."
“My name is Miyuki.” Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the ice cream, took out a spoon and pretended to take a bite. It was too sweet and didn’t suit his taste.
"What does your job usually involve, sister?" Nishino asked warmly, eating ice cream with some still on his lips.
“Dad’s alive.” Shirakawa Natsu said casually, then stared at Nishino’s reaction.
"Wow, that's amazing!" Nishino's eyes lit up. "My sister can bring joy to others, Sukuni!"
His voice was incredibly sincere, and his eyes were filled with admiration.
"..." Shirakawa Natsu thought the angle at which he licked was quite tricky.
Then, while Nishino kept praising him, I finished my ice cream.
The two walked out of the store.
"Does Sister still have time?" Nishino walked beside him, her eyes expectant.
"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the car on the street corner, where Kazama Rina was still parked.
"Great!" Nishino patted his chest. "Would you like to come to my shop for a bit, sister?"
Shirakawa Natsu narrowed her eyes slightly, feigning confusion as she asked, "What shop?"
"Hehe~ You'll know when you come with me, sister." Nishino said, reaching out to hold his hand, but Shirakawa Natsumi dodged it first.
He's just dressed as a woman; if a man holds his hand, he'd rather not.
Nishino didn't mind and led the way with a smile.
Shirakawa Natsu followed him into Putina Host Club. Unlike ordinary nightclubs, after entering, you first go down a spiral staircase, with photos of hosts pasted on both sides of the wall.
Then there's the overall golden yellow, magnificent decor; as soon as you step into the store, you're greeted by a dazzling golden light.
"Welcome!" Four handsome men on both sides bowed at a 90-degree angle.
"Sister, please go inside and wait for me." Xiye bowed with a smile, and before he could answer, she waved and quickly left.
At the same time, a handsome, mature-looking man in a suit walked over next to him, placed his hands respectfully on his abdomen, and bowed slightly: "Welcome, thank you for your appointment."
"I didn't make an appointment." Shirakawa Natsumi raised the corner of her mouth. This gigolo's tactics were really deep.
“That’s all fine.” The handsome man smiled respectfully. “For first-time customers, the fee is a flat 4,000 yen. Please feel free to enjoy yourself. Let me show you the way.”
After the handsome man finished speaking, he smiled and gestured for Shirakawa Natsu to proceed.
As he walked, he held a microphone in his hand and shouted loudly, "Distinguished guests, welcome!"
"Welcome!" the male escorts in the booths shouted wildly.
"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. He admitted that the atmosphere had been built up to this point, and any ordinary woman would have already fallen for the trap.
He followed behind the mature and handsome man, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding booths.
The overall lighting was dim, with red or purple light everywhere. In the sofa booths, men and women of all ages sat together, either whispering to each other or having loud conversations.
Suddenly, four or five male escorts surrounded a booth, waving cheering bells wildly.
They chanted in unison, rhythmically: "Oh my gosh~ Here's some champagne, thank you so much...so much...thank you, one two, have a wonderful three four, a beautiful night."
"Ooh-woo~!"
A burst of clapping and shouts followed.
The middle-aged woman, surrounded by men, smiled broadly, her face glistening with oil, and slapped the male escort beside her while covering her mouth.
Shirakawa Natsu leaned back slightly; the atmosphere was quite lively. If a real woman came, she probably wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Sit here." The mature man pointed to a row of sofa booths.
"Thank you." Shirakawa Natsu sat down, his eyes darting around the shop. Kimura Tomohisa was the top star here, so finding him shouldn't be too difficult.
He had only been sitting down for three seconds.
A mature man with a sparse beard approached, holding a wine glass in his hand, and smiled, "Hello, my princess, let me mix your drink."
After he finished speaking, he began to fiddle with the props on the table. Suddenly, he paused and looked at Shirakawa Natsumi: "Is this your first time here, Princess? Don't be nervous."
"..." Shirakawa Natsu gripped the ashtray tightly. He had to exert all his strength to restrain himself from smashing the ashtray on his forehead.
Chapter 535 Who's Using a Wild Tactic?
"It's already mixed for you, Your Highness, please enjoy." The middle-aged man smiled and pushed the glass towards you: "This glass of wine is a personal gift to you; I hope you have a beautiful evening."
After he finished speaking, he bowed respectfully and then got up to leave.
"..." Shirakawa Natsu glanced down at the wine glass, held it in her hand and examined it. It was orange in color and looked more like a beverage than wine.
It seems to be to reduce the psychological wariness of first-time customers.
"You don't seem to like drinking much," a female voice came from beside me.
Shirakawa Natsu looked up and saw a cheerful girl with short blonde hair wearing a white suit. She smiled and took out her business card with both hands, handing it to him: "My name is Mizusaki Izumi. Don't be so nervous. Is this your first time here?"
“Yes.” Shirakawa Natsu narrowed her eyes. Mizuki Izumi had a delicate appearance and was wearing a men’s suit, but she was still a far cry from being a beauty.
"Then please don't be shy, drink as much as you like," Mizuki Izumi explained enthusiastically. "The drinks are all free."
After she finished speaking, she raised her glass and said, "Thank you for coming."
"No extra charge?" Shirakawa Natsu didn't raise his glass, but suddenly crossed his legs: "I never drink anything for free."
"Huh?" A look of surprise flashed across Mizuki Izumi's eyes. Her first thought was that the person in front of her was here to cause trouble.
My gaze swept over Shirakawa Natsumi; she was dressed in brand names, but not luxury items, and she wasn't wearing any expensive jewelry.
"Sister~ Sorry to keep you waiting." Nishino appeared out of nowhere, winked at Mizusaki Izumi, and said with a smile, "We also offer some nice champagne..."
"Stop." Shirakawa Natsu reached out to interrupt him. He was dressed as a woman today, not here to listen to these men's tricks: "Call your top courtesan over, I want to play a game with him."
"Huh?" Nishino and Mizuki Izumi exchanged a glance.
“Sister, we…” Nishino turned around, his face troubled.
Shirakawa Natsu pulled a black and gold card from her pocket with two fingers and tossed it onto the coffee table.
While Nishino was still in a daze, Mizuki Izumi opened her mouth in disbelief and quickly lowered her head: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'll call Tomohisa right away."
After she finished speaking, she humbly bowed and then pulled the stunned Nishino away.
"Come with the two of you later, I really like you two." Shirakawa Natsu winked at the two of them.
"Thank you so much." Mizuki Izumi was very excited, nodding and bowing rapidly, and dragged the bewildered Nishino away.
Shirakawa Natsu glanced at the black gold card on the table. It was a special credit card issued by the Bank of Tokyo, and its holders were either political figures or zaibatsu (financial conglomerates) based in Tokyo.
This card is definitely not his.
He picked it up from Yuzuriha's place that afternoon. As the head of the Yamagishi Group, a newly emerging conglomerate in the East, he would naturally be invited by the Bank of Tokyo.
In no time, Mizusaki Izumi and Nishino arrived, followed by a familiar figure, Kimura Tomohisa.
Just like when I saw him during the day, he was still the same flamboyant person. Unlike Nishino, who kept glancing at the black and gold card on the coffee table, his eyes had been fixed on Shirakawa Natsu ever since he appeared.
His gaze was filled with boundless tenderness, as if it held a myriad of emotions.
Hard.
Shirakawa Natsu's fist hardened, and he gripped the ashtray tightly in his hand.
"I'm sorry, Princess, for keeping you waiting." Kimura Tomohisa placed one hand on his chest, looking tenderly into Shirakawa Natsu's eyes, motionless and silent, his eyes still sparkling.
Shirakawa Natsu felt a chill run down her spine, and her face darkened: "Do you know why I came to find you?"
"It's fate," Kimura Tomohisa said softly, his eyes sparkling as he spoke.
"How much is the most expensive bottle of wine here?" Shirakawa Natsu suddenly looked at Mizusaki Izumi.
"Huh?!" Izumi Mizusaki was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "Two million yen, for..."
“Names don’t matter.” Shirakawa Natsu picked up the black card on the table and looked at Kimura Tomohisa: “Open ten bottles, and can I smash this ashtray over your head?”
"Ah!" Nishino stared at Shirakawa Natsu with his mouth agape, unable to believe his eyes. His mind was racing, calculating how much money he would make from opening ten bottles of 2 million bottles of wine and how much commission he would receive.
He quickly turned to look at Tomohisa Kimura.
“Of course, my princess.” Kimura Tomohisa said without hesitation, his smile humble. “If doing this will make your evening pleasant, I would be very happy to do so. However, I don’t want it to be a transaction, so you don’t need to open a bottle of wine for me.”
Upon hearing this, Shirakawa Natsu's eyes lit up.
Tomohisa Kimura was also smiling; he didn't think the strange woman in front of him would actually smash it.
With a muffled thud, Tomohisa Kimura clutched his forehead and screamed in pain, rolling on the ground as his head throbbed.
Everyone was confused.
"Huh?" Nishino covered his mouth, looking completely bewildered. Wow, that was really something.
"You can be my witness, he said you can smash it even without opening the bottle." Shirakawa Natsu casually tossed the ashtray onto the coffee table, finally feeling relieved.
Tomohisa Kimura was quite satisfied as he watched Kimura struggling and groaning in pain on the ground. "Serves you right for trying to take advantage of Aunt Maki."
During his investigation of Tomohisa Kimura, he discovered that this guy had tricked many women into becoming prostitutes.
The commotion immediately attracted the attention of those nearby.
Within two minutes, a middle-aged woman in a kimono came over. She first gestured for Nishino to take Kimura Tomohisa away to be bandaged, and then bowed respectfully to Shirakawa Natsu.
"Guest, are you alright?"
“Of course, the ashtrays here are of pretty good quality.” Shirakawa Natsu pointed to the black gold card: “Although Kimura Tomohisa said that I didn’t need to open a bottle for him, I did hurt him after all. Use this card to swipe 10 bottles of the most expensive bar here, and you won’t need that strange ritual.”
"Okay...okay!" The middle-aged woman's attitude changed immediately when she heard that she had actually opened the bottle. She quickly called over a waiter, and when she saw that the 20 million yen had been successfully spent, her smile was so obsequious that it was almost distorted.
At the same time, Nishino was bandaging Kimura Tomohisa, and said with a look of surprise, "Tomohisa-nii, she really prescribed ten bottles, so you don't feel any pain anymore, right?"
"It hurts? What are you saying?" Kimura Tomohisa's eyes gleamed, his fists clenched. "This might be my only chance in this lifetime!"
Shirakawa Natsu sat on the sofa, surrounded by male escorts.
Tomohisa Kimura walked over with a bandage on his head, his face gentle: "Princess..."
"Don't speak." Shirakawa Natsu put her hand to her mouth: "Just name a number, any number will do, and I'll open it for you."
"Ah?!" A series of exclamations and screams rang out from the surrounding area.
"Your Highness, you jest." Kimura Tomohisa, trying to control his pounding heart, said, "If I said one hundred..."
"Then 100 bottles it is, swipe your card." Shirakawa Natsu picked up the credit card with two fingers and casually flicked it to Nishino next to her.
Tomohisa Kimura's mouth gradually opened wide, and his mind went blank for a moment.
At that very moment, a commotion erupted outside, followed by dozens of men in suits and black clothes rushing in, shouting, "You bastard who stole our boss's black card! Come out here!"
Chapter 536 Eaten Alive