Chapter 87: Red Porsche
“I, don’t, have any??” Mikazuki Haruna puffed out her chest discontentedly and said, “How can you say I don’t have any?”
“Tch.” Natsume Mio glanced over disdainfully.
Mikazuki Haruna: “……”
At a loss for words.
“Stop arguing, you’re disturbing my drawing.” Sakamoto Ken picked up his pen and began sketching lines on the manuscript paper.
“Exactly, don’t disturb A Jian’s drawing, you should go back.” Natsume Mio said.
“Or we can go together.” Mikazuki Haruna said.
“You take the Tobu Skytree Line too? I’m going to Skytree Station.” Natsume Mio said.
Hearing Natsume Mio say this, the corner of Mikazuki Haruna’s mouth curved up slightly, and she said, “I drove here, you know.”
“Eh?” Natsume Mio was slightly stunned, not expecting her to have driven.
After all, the cost of driving in Tokyo was too high, parking fees were several hundred yen per hour at the drop of a hat, and gas prices were high too…
Moreover, she herself hadn’t even taken her driver’s license exam yet.
Mikazuki Haruna said proudly, “So, how about I give you a ride home?”
Natsume Mio’s gaze flicked toward Sakamoto Ken, who was twirling his pen in his hand and didn’t give her any advice.
Natsume Mio thought for a moment and said, “Sure, give me a ride then, but no need to go all the way home, just to the train station.”
“Okay, let’s go then.” Mikazuki Haruna stood up, then casually tugged at the stockings on her legs.
She’d been sitting the whole time before, and the fabric wrapping her legs had developed some wrinkles, so standing up felt slightly uncomfortable.
Natsume Mio stood by, watching Sakamoto Ken’s expression the whole time.
Clearly, she saw Sakamoto Ken’s gaze drift toward Mikazuki Haruna.
And his line of sight moved downward.
This guy… those stockings today actually looked pretty good, a thinner style with garter decorations at the calves, especially paired with her apparently small feet, giving off a kind of…
Natsume Mio wasn’t an expert on feet and couldn’t think of a particularly apt description.
Sakamoto Ken actually wasn’t just noticing Haruna; his gaze also fell on Natsume Mio.
Mio was cosplaying Makima today, so she was wearing a somewhat formal shirt, trousers, leather shoes costume set, paired of course with black formal cotton socks.
Sakamoto Ken didn’t actually think cotton socks were inferior to stockings; he just thought each had their own characteristics.
Mio’s completely opaque cotton socks were cut and seamed to perfectly fit her shoe size, with a slightly fuzzy texture, like black chocolate tiramisu cake.
While Haruna’s were like mirror mousse lightly coated with dark syrup—light, smooth.
He just glanced quickly, not staring, since that would make him seem like a pervert.
Sakamoto Ken looked up at the two of them as they walked to the doorway together to put on their shoes; he didn’t follow, just waved to them: “Goodbye.”
“Bye-bye~” Natsume Mio immediately replied.
Mikazuki Haruna put on her shoes before reacting, hurriedly adding, “Bye-bye!”
Natsume Mio had already opened the room door, stepped out, and was holding the door open, watching Mikazuki Haruna.
The latter didn’t linger either and followed right after her out.
“A Jian, we’re heading out then, see you next time~”
Mikazuki Haruna had just wanted to give Sakamoto Ken another wave when Natsume Mio slammed the door shut.
The two stood at the doorway eyeing each other for a few seconds; Mikazuki Haruna lightly “tch”ed, tossed her hair, and headed toward the stairwell.
The two went downstairs one after the other, until they exited the apartment building; Natsume Mio followed Mikazuki Haruna out of this path onto the street outside.
She hadn’t come this way earlier, so she hadn’t seen the car parked on the roadside.
When that red Porsche came into view, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.
This car…?!
In that dream’s memory, there was exactly this scene!
She had been tailgating A Jian at the time, then saw him get into a red luxury sedan.
The dream memory wasn’t that clear, but the sedan’s color and its unmistakably expensive styling stuck with her.
And the person in the driver’s seat was a woman; she could tell because it was a left-hand drive car, with the driver’s position on the side close to the road.
Right now, Mikazuki Haruna was holding the car key, walked to the left side of the car, and opened the car door.
She looked at Natsume Mio doubtfully, and seeing her not coming over, asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t be shy, get in the car.”
Natsume Mio narrowed her eyes slightly, staring at Mikazuki Haruna from afar.
Actually, up until they’d left A Jian’s place just now, she’d only seen Mikazuki Haruna as some rival who liked A Jian and wanted to steal him away.
Girls like that who liked A Jian, she’d seen who knows how many back in high school, and none had succeeded.
But now…
Natsume Mio clenched her fist; she completely believed the events from the dream were a preview of reality, after all, she’d followed that memory through streets in a residential area she’d never been to before and accurately found A Jian’s residence.
So this Miyuki Haru in front of her… was the bad woman who would try to trick A Jian away in the future!
Natsume Mio walked step by step toward the red Porsche, her footsteps heavy.
The expression on her face grew increasingly grave at first, but she began adjusting it when still five meters from the car; by the time she reached the car, she had a mild smile.
“Miyuki Haru Sensei, looks like you’re quite wealthy.” Natsume Mio said with a smile.
“No no, just totally relying on my dad~” Mikazuki Haruna waved her hand modestly and got into the car.
Natsume Mio opened the front passenger seat car door and sat inside.
It was her first time in such a luxury car; the interior was a striking red, with the screen, buttons… anyway, one glance told you it was definitely not cheap.
Natsume Mio shifted her hips on the seat cushion, leaned her back against the seat, and pressed down a bit, as if feeling out whether this seat that A Jian had sat in was comfortable or not.
No, not a seat A Jian had sat in!
After all, that memory was just a future omen, not something that had already happened.
At least not yet, A Jian hadn’t sat in it.
And… in the future, he wouldn’t either… Her thoughts reached this point, and Natsume Mio lightly bit her lip; actually, she wasn’t entirely sure.
This woman studied art like A Jian, was his direct senior, her breasts were a bit small but honestly she was pretty attractive…
In the end, I’m just better looking than her, bustier, taller, and like A Jian more.
But she has money!
And what A Jian lacks most right now is money!
Natsume Mio knew A Jian’s financial situation; that debt of his wasn’t a small amount, which was why he lived in that rundown apartment, hadn’t bought a computer even after starting manga serialization, and had to wait for royalty fees to ease the pressure.
If it were this woman next to her, would that sum of money be something she could casually pull out?
If she just laid banknotes in front of A Jian, would A Jian…
Just give in to her like that?!
Natsume Mio’s heart jolted; this was a major crisis!
