Chapter 29: Money Relationship "It's better to spend money on me than on him."...

"Can you like me, Amuro-kun?"

When making this abrupt request, the short-haired girl's eyes were still clear and thorough, without a trace of desire or distraction, nor any intention of joking - it was as if she was just asking him to help pour a glass of wine.

Under such a serious gaze, for a moment, Toru Amuro was a little unsure of how to respond.

Before carrying out the mission, he received professional honey trap training and could deceive anyone's feelings when "necessary", and everything served the mission.

But at this moment, the subtle feeling of guilt that he'd just felt for deceiving the girls' high school student surged back into his mind. Even though Amuro Toru had prepared himself mentally to avoid such a soft heart, he still felt, for some reason, a certain...

The innocent high school girl glanced at the soon-to-expire cat maid appearance and the [Charm++, Virgin Special Attack] buff on the dashboard, blinked, and decided to try to forcefully improve the NPC's favorability. "If you find it difficult, I'll give you money. Will you like me a little more for it?"

If she can gain favor by spending game currency, it's worth it. Anyway, she can get money by cheating others. In order to improve the efficiency of drawing cards and shipping, spending some Japanese yen is not a big deal. It's not like she is spending Raccoon Coins... She is still very greedy for the perfect worker skills.

Her attitude was quite sincere, which made Amuro Toru feel even more guilty. The several noble ladies he had received before knew clearly that they were just paying for services and asking for emotional value, but the girl in front of him seemed to want to get real "feelings".

I'm not sure about the other party's importance yet, and the current situation is obviously not "necessary".

"You can trust me. During working hours, I'll serve you well," he said, coughing lightly, trying to be polite. "But I'm just a gigolo after all. Outside of work... if you enjoy this kind of thing... it really takes time to cultivate, not money."

He politely declined at first, but didn't make it final. If there was a "necessary" situation in the future, he could still maintain contact with her.

But Chaomu just didn't want to spend time and thought about using money to brush it off - after all, she didn't have the time to come to the gigolo club every day. She might as well go out and brush up her skills with that free time.

"Is the amount not enough?" She took out all the Japanese yen in her wallet and prepared to pile it on the table. "Is this enough? You don't have to like me very much. Just friendship is... um?"

Before she could finish her words, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind her, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her away from Amuro Toru and behind him. The pile of money was also grabbed and stuffed back into her small purse.

"If you have so much money, why not spend it on me?" Shen'er, who had just noticed her presence, coldly pulled her away with a forced smile. "After all, I'm your...neighbor. When you come to patronize your business, shouldn't you take care of me first?"

The pauses in his words were subtle, and the way he glanced at the blond gigolo opposite her while standing in front of her looked like he was catching someone cheating. Amuro Toru's warm smile faded slightly, and the male escorts around him couldn't help but cast a look of spectatorship.

Chaomu, the person involved, remained unmoved. He kicked his legs twice, turned over and landed on the ground, hugging his wallet. He thought to himself that Amuro-kun was also a neighbor, so there was nothing wrong in taking care of his neighbor's business.

"Because I prefer Amuro-kun's type." Although she thought about it, she didn't say it directly. Instead, she changed her words to be more concise and clear, "I like slightly thinner men. I'm not so interested in standard muscular men like Jiner-kun... uh uh."

Knowing that a raccoon cannot spit out ivory, Shen'er calmly blocked her mouth again to prevent her from saying anything that would be detrimental to unity.

"I'm packing this guy up and taking him away. Mrs. Kawasaki and her bestie are off to the next place to watch a striptease." He glanced lazily at his new colleague, who had recently become quite popular, and said with a slight rise in his voice, "Sorry, Wildcat-kun, for stealing your customers."

"That's not right, Senior Shinji," Amuro Toru said politely, his eyebrows slightly curved. He didn't seem angry at all, but said politely, "I should be the one to feel sorry for taking your seat right away... Otherwise, you should have been the one to receive Mrs. Kawasaki tonight."

He was referring to the roles for today's cosplay. Originally, Shier was supposed to play the FBI agent, while Amuro was assigned the role of a Japanese public security officer. However, the store manager insisted that Amuro-kun had a more exotic look and assigned him the FBI role. Shier's appearance became much more similar to his usual one, but it was Amuro, as the FBI agent, who immediately caught the attention of Mrs. Kawasaki and her friends.

Amuro Toru himself didn't care about his ranking or the quality of his role, but for personal reasons, he was more comfortable dressing up as an FBI agent than playing a Japanese police officer in a host bar. Against this backdrop, he reluctantly accepted the store manager's suggestion and "took" Shin'er's place.

He didn't really mind this unnecessary attention grabbing—he was already a popular customer in the shop, so he didn't mind sharing some of his business with other customers. The main problem was that some stingy bastard had actually used his business card to find someone else and was willing to spend so much money... That made him a little unhappy.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter... Mrs. Kawasaki isn't the type to patronize only one particular gigolo." He covered Chaomu's mouth with one hand, his gaze lowered, staring into those innocent golden eyes, "But some people... Tsk."

This guy clearly had no interest in his job before, right? He came to the host club today just for this unknown newcomer...

"Ms. Asamure naturally has the freedom to choose who provides her services." Amuro Toru helped to sort out the scattered bills and put them back into her backpack. He looked gently at the girl with her mouth covered. "Here, here... Since I didn't provide good service today, please save these tips for next time."

...This guy's posture is really... strangely familiar.

Shen Er narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling as if he had met a similar person somewhere today - retreating to advance, acting as if he was particularly considerate and gentle, even his facial features were subtly similar.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Chaomu finally broke through his blockade and his toes landed on the ground again.

She glanced at the message "Amuro Toru has something planned" in the blond's status bar, and finally accepted the fact that she probably couldn't win him over with money. Without hesitation, she took back her wallet and said, "Alright."

If she can’t do it, then she can’t do it. She doesn’t have to do it anyway. Just let it go.

She gave up decisively, and one could tell from her expression that the novelty that had come from nowhere had disappeared. She no longer cared about Amuro Toru, and after a few casual words, she took Chaomu back to the lounge.

Toru Amuro didn't become a gigolo in order to become a top prostitute, so naturally he didn't have much hostility towards this top prostitute.

The other gigolos watching from the sidelines were eager for the two to start fighting and scratch each other's handsome faces, but the situation ended peacefully. The scene of two gigolos fighting for a rich woman, which should have been bloody, was not very tense. Amuro Toru even helped move the meal ordered by Chaomu to Shen'er's lounge.

The only thing that is certain is...

The blond young man calmly scanned the reactions of the other people around him, then looked at the "Tyrant" who was sitting and eating with the girl, and once again confirmed his previous guess: the identity of this Miss Chaomu was definitely not simple, otherwise Shen'er's attitude towards her would never be so special.

Obviously, he was not the only one who thought so. The other gigolos who had been there longer had never seen Shier make such a fuss for a single customer. They all couldn't help but look at the short-haired girl as if she were his chosen sponsor.

"They must be wondering where you came from, this chaebol daughter." Shen Er slammed the door shut, isolating himself from the outside gazes. He sat beside her and took the yakitori she ordered very naturally, snorting a laugh. "They're all trying their best to snatch you away from me..."

She really should let those idiots see how stingy she is. The sponsor on the list will behave herself when she finds out that the sponsor’s gift is not a luxury car or a gold watch, but coriander, mushrooms and watercress.

"That shows they have good taste." Chaomu, who he had criticized for being stingy, was completely oblivious as he finished cleaning the fruit plate and skewers. He said as a matter of course, "You have quite a good investment mind, Niulang."

Although she is not a chaebol lady now, she will be crowned the king of the trash can in the future. If they invest a lot in the early stage and actively help her dig out the trash, she doesn't mind giving them the positions of generals or eunuch chiefs after the success.

Although Shen Er really wanted to complain about her remarks, he did not comment on the "having vision" part.

After all, he knew very well that she would never be content with being ordinary and unknown.

"So what are you doing here today? Really just to have fun?" He crossed his arms, staring suspiciously at the overly ambitious, year-round worker in front of him. "That's impossible."

"Originally, I was just passing by and wanted to take a look and see the world," Chaomu swallowed the last mouthful of chocolate milk and said thoughtfully, "But now I really have some ideas..."

Her eyes fell on the system panel. The main branches currently in progress were housekeeping work and rummaging through trash cans.

She had already decided to use her housework to further her progress, exploring opportunities to reach more difficult-to-reach trash cans. This led to her receiving orders from Hagiwara and Matsuda. To boost her business, they might recommend her to other Metropolitan Police Department colleagues, but the client base was limited, and the skills she could develop were limited.

If you want to expand your customer base, expand the direction and area of ​​exploration...

The player placed the glass back on the table and stared at the well-connected gigolo NPC in front of him: "Can you ask Shen'er to introduce his customers to me? Those wealthy families' gold trash cans must be easy to dig through, right?"

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The author has something to say: The player and Tou-chan's routes gradually overlap)

I wanted to fuck, but that... fake bone meat was so delicious that I ate it all before I knew it (eyes shifted). After all, it's the meal I've been waiting for a whole year... Morning, noon, afternoon, boat, so I can't fuck, but there's nothing I can do about it... playing games is also a source of material (shock)

Next time, next time for sure! It’s already great that I can have sex with this male succubus today!