Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 412 - 197. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (6)

Chapter 412: 197. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (6)

"Don’t get any funny ideas."

"Maintaining neutrality is the most foolish approach, Mr. Dubian."

Dubian Che’s answer, predictably, was attacked by the two once again.

But by now, he had slowly gotten used to it.

"Go buy some bath additives," he changed the subject.

In the store selling bath additives, there was a pleasant, fresh fragrance.

Jiutiao Meijie took a liking to European effervescent bath additives, which you use one block per bath, costing four hundred yen each.

"Now it’s my turn to buy," Dubian Che fell into deep thought.

What gifts should he get for two nearly forty-year-old socialites and two sixteen-year-old beauties?

The department store was huge, offering everything from daily necessities to luxury brands, but anything purchasable with money probably wouldn’t thrill them much upon receipt.

He thought about it for a while. He came up with absolutely nothing.

"Made up your mind?" After walking around, Jiutiao Meijie was tired.

"Let’s buy belts," Dubian Che gave up, regardless of whether the recipients of the gifts would be happy.

Whether it was Jiutiao Meijie or Kiyono Lin, they sometimes wore skirts and liked to cinch their waist with a belt, which looked both fashionable and elegant.

Both of them had slender waists, so accentuated by a belt that it made one want to hug them tightly and pin them down on a bed.

Jiutiao Meijie had already been treated in such a manner by him.

At the Hermès store, Dubian Che picked out a belt with a navy blue exterior and an amber yellow interior.

After choosing the color, the salesperson asked for the size.

Dubian Che, hand on his chin, gazing at the ceiling, muttered softly:

"Meiji 62, Kiyono similar, Jiutiao’s mother 68? No, at our recent meeting, she seemed to have dropped to 65? Kiyono’s mother, well, I have no idea if she has gotten thinner or fatter recently..."

As he was straining to recall Kiyono’s mother’s waist size, he felt a kick to his calf.

"What’s that for?" he turned around, to find both young ladies staring at him with unpleased expressions.

"How do you know their waist measurements?" Jiutiao Meijie asked with a cold gaze.

"I, I, I’m good at math; if I have one example of data, I can calculate the rest."

Jiutiao Meijie looked toward Kiyono Lin, who nodded.

Full of murderous intent, Jiutiao Meijie told Dubian Che, "I really want to gouge your eyes out."

"Please don’t! I haven’t had enough of looking at you yet!"

"When will you have enough?" Jiutiao Meijie asked with a cold laugh.

"If you’re asking, then definitely for a lifetime," Dubian Che said, wrapping his arms around Jiutiao Meijie’s slender waist. "This waist, this figure, indescribably beautiful."

"Cu, customer..." The salesperson who was registering the details hesitated to interject.

Jiutiao Meijie waved Dubian Che’s hands away, "Hurry up, don’t dawdle."

"Yes, ma’am!"

"Just pick the size 62 for me, if by some chance the aunts end up with it, they could just tighten it; if it doesn’t fit, it’s a good opportunity for them to slim down."

The salesperson asked about the material, the thickness of usual clothing, and other details. Dubian Che had no clue and simply based his answers on Jiutiao Meijie’s preferences.

A waist belt the width of an index finger, without any decoration, cost Dubian Che over four hundred thousand yen.

At that price, the socialites and young ladies probably wouldn’t just cast it aside unused after receiving it.

When they went downstairs, the "Carry Your Girlfriend Princess-Style" contest was at its most intense.

Of the remaining pairs, one guy roared skywards, while another strained his neck just as fiercely.

The girlfriends being carried were either wiping sweat or cheering them on.

Looking at this scene, Kiyono Lin felt a bit incredulous, "Is five thousand yen really that appealing?"

"On the way up, maybe it’s for the five thousand yen, but once the contest starts, it’s no longer about the money," Dubian Che explained.

Kiyono Lin, hand on her chin and after a little thought, understood Dubian Che’s point and said disinterestedly:

"Men’s boring pride."

Strength, duration, these were eternal battlefields for men—if someone else had said it, that’s how Dubian Che would have put it.

Back in the car, they drove straight to the Kiyono household in Nagata Town, an area concentrated with Island Country government officials.

Knowing they were heading straight to the Kiyono house, Dubian Che asked, puzzled, "Are we going in our school uniforms?"

Jiutiao Meijie, with her eyes open and finger tapping on her temple, scrutinized him as she leaned on the car door:

"I forgot about you."

"What does that mean?"

"There are clothes I can wear at the Kiyono house."

"You’re that close?"

"Ha." Both young ladies let out a cold laugh simultaneously.

It seemed they really weren’t that close.

"What about me?" Dubian Che asked.

"Going back is too much of a hassle, let’s find somewhere to buy something," Jiutiao Meijie said, lazily closing her eyes again.

Then, she found a boutique men’s clothing store on the way and picked out clothes for Dubian Che.

So far, Jiutiao Meijie had bought many articles of clothing for Dubian Che.

Not to mention the "disposable" ones in Dubian Che’s rental room, at the Chiyoda villa, Jiutiao Meijie’s favorite stores would deliver the latest men’s fashions on schedule, from which Dubian Che would wear and take home one item every time he left.

In addition, there were custom-made suits, quite costly.

Arriving in Nagata Town, fifty meters away from the Kiyono house, Dubian Che saw the sign that read "Private Residence, No Trespassing."

The car stopped by the gate in the wall, and the servants helped open the car door.

"Miss Kiyono, Miss Jiutiao, Mr. Dubian!" the gatekeeper called out with a bow.

Having dated Jiutiao Meijie for over half a year, Dubian Che had grown accustomed to this display.

As they entered through the walls, Kiyono Lin asked the maid beside her, "Where is my mother?"

"The lady hasn’t returned yet."

"Hmm, thank you."

Dubian Che looked around the yard. Unlike the Jiutiao family’s traditional Japanese-style architecture, the Kiyono family’s home leaned more toward Western style.

After entering the castle-like house, the two beautiful young ladies went to change their clothes, while Dubian Che found a servant.