Chapter 32 Tata Kai! Victory! Maid-dressed Cowherd! ...
Amuro Toru felt like an arrow had hit his knee.
...Although he was the one who originally brought up this topic, his desire to win was not that strong. Everything was for the mission.
But, I was actually pointed at and told that my physique was not good...
The subtle feeling of frustration prevented him from reacting immediately, and several noble ladies covered their mouths and laughed out loud.
"Young people are just full of energy... After all, Miss Chaomu is only eighteen or nineteen, right? She's very young indeed." Mrs. Kawasaki laughed so hard she nearly spilled her tea, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "But Toru-kun is only in his twenties, so he's not at the stage of being weak, is he?"
"Actually, I'm not weak at all." Amuro Toru subconsciously repeated Mrs. Kawasaki's words, his movements slightly stiff. "Not at all. I was just too tired before, and my resistance was reduced, so..."
This slightly confused repetition was also quite endearing. Several ladies looked at him and chuckled again.
Ms. Shimizu also smiled and defended the pride of her favorite gigolo: "How could Tou-kun not be able to do it? During the champagne call yesterday, his waist was clearly twisted-"
Chaomu: "Wow."
Even though she was still competing, she couldn't help but glance at the blond youth twice. It seemed she'd arrived too late that night and missed an important performance. There must have even been a champagne call that night; his clothes seemed soaked.
"Cough cough!" Under the gaze of a girl younger than him, Toru Amuro coughed so hard that his throat almost burst open.
...I had already prepared myself for this when I was a gigolo, and it was okay in front of experienced ladies...but being looked at by a girl who had just reached adulthood with that kind of gaze, it was still a little...
"Anyway... what I'm saying is, even though you're anxious to support yourself, you should be careful not to work too hard." He cleared his throat, quickly shifting from a slightly awkward mood back to seriousness, acting like a caring older brother. "It's precisely because I went through this phase myself and suffered losses that I couldn't help but give Miss Chaomu a little reminder..."
"Everyone's physique is different, Uncle Amuro." Chaomu rolled up his sleeves to his upper arms, flexing his muscles seriously. "I'm in good shape. I can work non-stop for a month without any problems."
After all, she is a player with Constitution B + Strength A. As long as she replenishes her energy in time, she can kill all NPCs with her liver.
……uncle……
Amuro Toru, who was only 23 years old, had just graduated and still had a baby face. The veins on his forehead twitched slightly. He felt that the girl in front of him was a little...not good at speaking.
Player: There’s nothing I can do. After all, I haven’t drawn “Three Sentences to Make a Rich Woman Spend Me a Million” yet. It’s normal that I’m not very proficient in the art of language.
"Puchi... As expected, she's Shiru-kun's sister." Watching a handsome man get humiliated is quite unique. Mrs. Kawasaki watched the show with great satisfaction. "Shiru-kun's mouth is sometimes like this..."
"Did I say something inappropriate?" The sponsor asked. Chaomu blinked and reflected seriously. "If I have hurt Uncle Amuro, I can apologize."
"It's not that harmful..." Amuro Toru pressed his forehead, realizing that his rhythm had been completely disrupted.
There was no point in continuing to pester her. He hadn't come here to compete with a child for a job. He had been confused by her... He and Chaomu had never been on the same path.
"Miss Asamure is outspoken, innocent, and adorable. She only spoke from her heart. There's nothing to apologize for." Feeling Ms. Shimizu's gaze fixed on his face, the blond youth lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the envy in them, and apologized sincerely, "Senpai has also protected you very well... It's my fault for being so talkative."
As his expression changes, the image of a broken cowherd who works alone and accidentally falls into prostitution, who learns to read people's expressions at a young age and envies girls a few years younger than him for being so lively, becomes very vivid.
Broken, so broken.
"In the past, I couldn't help but think, if only someone cared about me, told me to take care of myself when I was working too hard..." Under the loving gazes of the older women, Amuro Toru's fingertips brushed the rim of the bone china cup, his purple-gray pupils reflecting the ripples of the tea. "Ms. Asamure and I are in different situations."
"But now, I have found the meaning of my life, which can be considered as..."
He bit his lower lip just right, and just as he started to speak, his mouth stopped moving, and the word "perfect" was crushed between his teeth.
The three ladies covered their hearts at the same time, and Ms. Shimizu's eyes were red, obviously she was quite moved.
...damn high charisma dog...
The player gritted his teeth as a system prompt surfaced in his mind: [I encountered a highly charismatic tea vendor who was as strong as a monster. Even with all my might, I couldn't defeat him.]
Toru Amuro's sense of brokenness has been tempered through countless trials and tribulations.
The shadow cast by the blond youth's downcast eyelashes, the faint glimpse of his collarbone beneath his shirt collar, the curve of his wrist bones as he brewed tea—all woven together to form a web of devastating beauty. His purplish-gray pupils glistened with just the right amount of water, like a rain-soaked stray dog holding a rose, tentatively reaching out and then retracting its paw, about to knock on the door but deterred by the filth on its body.
Outside Ms. Shimizu's heart, thunder and lightning seemed to rumble, urging her to open the door quickly for the dog. Meanwhile, Mrs. Kawasaki, not one to be pitied, was admiring the beauty with great interest, seemingly eager to invite Toru Amuro to her house to fix the plumbing.
Chaomu chewed the biscuits expressionlessly, treating the scones as if they were bones for Amuro Toru.
Unbeatable? At least that's how it looked for now—after all, she and that evil, dark-faced guy weren't on the same page. The wealthy women hired her partly because of her cheap brother and partly because of her work efficiency...
She now came to her senses: Toru Amuro, whose main job is to be a gigolo, is different from her. It is natural for him to be favored by rich women. The other party's looks are his strongest weapon, and work ability is completely secondary.
It's like if a rich woman asks Shier to fix her plumber, is the main point being the plumber? The main point is watching Shier get drenched in the shower, watching him sweat profusely, his abdominal muscles toned with each movement.
The person who can compete with Toru Amuro has never been Asamure, but Shier.
The rewards for these daily special events weren't generally substantial, and the previously scheduled cleaning job for the noblewoman had already been secured. Continuing the internal competition wasn't necessarily beneficial—grabbing a few more houses to clean wouldn't necessarily yield any additional items.
But the player's competitive spirit has been fully aroused: She hates the King of Rolls! She hates him so much!
The warm smile on the blond, dark-faced boy's handsome face seemed like a provocation. Chaomu snorted softly, and typed blindly on his phone with his fingers under the table.
[To my suspected ex-husband: Come to Kawasaki's house! A rich woman wants to see you in a maid outfit.]
Two minutes later, the phone vibrated.
【From suspected ex-husband:? 】
[From the suspected ex-husband: It would be best if the rich woman really wants to see it.]
Chaomu pressed the send button without changing his expression:
To the suspected ex-husband: There were three congressmen's wives and five chaebol wives present, all of whom were your loyal customers. They just spent 10 million on a Darjeeling bottle promoted by Toru Amuro, and Mrs. Kawasaki even wanted him to come to her house for personal service.
Almost instantly, a new message popped up in the chat box:
【From Suspected Ex-husband: Twenty minutes. 】
When there was money to be made, Shen'er was always very efficient. Before entering, he took a special look at the scene inside and found that the ladies were obviously attracted by his "junior"... That guy really had a trick up his sleeve.
"Excuse me," he said, leaning against the doorframe. His black turtleneck leotard was stretched out in a breathtaking arc by his chest muscles. He was holding a transparent bag in his hand. "My useless sister left some 'necessary' cleaning supplies with me, so as her brother, I brought them to her."
The ladies who were originally concentrating on admiring Toru Amuro turned their heads in unison.
"What, what's wrong, Mr. Kawasaki?" Mrs. Kawasaki was a little surprised. "Why are you suddenly..."
"Didn't my sister tell you guys about this grand opening sale? Buy her services and get me one for free—I'm here to support her career." Jiner casually unwrapped the maid outfit and glanced at Amuro Toru with a half-smile. "Madam, are you interested in a surprise outfit change? Once I change, I'll come and help her clean your room."
The hem of the maid outfit drew a graceful arc in the air. The lace-trimmed skirt was quite short. With his physique, it would probably only cover half of his thighs.
Two minutes ago, this was a peaceful afternoon tea salon, but now it suddenly turned into a male erotic scene, with the horny man in the center attracting all attention.
Amuro Toru watched helplessly as the three noble ladies who had been surrounding him stood up at once. Even Ms. Shimizu, the most reserved and sentimental type of pure love, took out her cell phone and turned on the recording mode.
"Senior, do you really want to wear this?" He leaned closer, maintaining a businesslike smile, his voice escaping through his teeth, "Where's the dignity of the cowherd?"
"What dignity does a cowherd need?" Shen Er sneered and pulled open his collar. "But you—"
He lowered his eyes to glance at Amuro Toru's neatly ironed shirt. "How are you going to snatch customers when you're dressed so tightly? Is this how you become a gigolo?"
Toru Amuro: "…………"
He wasn't a full-time gigolo in the first place...and how did things develop to this point?
They should just be fighting over housekeeping jobs, not the inheritance of a wealthy woman? Why did it get so complicated...?
"Please let me handle any work you have—my brother can do anything." The instigator was snapping photos of Shen'er's pecs and distributing them to the ladies, saying righteously, "Oh, thank you, Ms. Shimizu. Will you let my brother and I clean your mansion too? Thank you for your generosity, and God bless you."
After going around like this, she could conservatively estimate that she could search through a dozen more trash cans. She didn't think she would win because there were only a few trash cans - no one could take the right to search through the trash cans away from the raccoon, and she was determined to win today.
Some people even dislike this.
"The profit from such a trip is too low. Did you know I postponed a 30 million order for you?" After performing for the ladies, she dressed as a maid to fix the plumbing, and Shen'er came to find Chaomu with a gift bag stuffed by Mrs. Kawasaki, flicking her forehead with a hint of disdain. "I don't make as much from visiting clients' homes as I usually do in the store... And you should know that you can't completely squeeze out that Amuro Toru."
Chaomu had just come back from searching the trash cans nearby and pulled out an emerald brooch from his pocket, throwing it to him: "It's good to make some money... Of course I know, and I don't intend to bother you every time."
The metal ornaments clashed with a soft sound, and the emerald brooch reflected a strange light spot when it landed in Shen'er's palm. Shen'er turned slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked closely at the light, raising his eyebrows.
"You dug this out of the trash?" The tall man, still in his maid outfit, rested his elbow on her shoulder, intrigued. "This thing... is actually worth the price of admission."
"In the wastebasket in Councillor Kawasaki's study." Chaomu rubbed his fingertips, looked at the prop panel, and sighed sincerely, "Rich people's trash cans are really gilded."
[You get recyclable garbage from the trash can: Emerald Brooch (SR)]
[This valuable trinket was tragically discarded before it even reached his wife due to the councilman's poor taste.]
Amidst the bewildered gaze, she succinctly summarized, "Mrs. Kawasaki was the first love of Congressman Kawasaki's boss. He never gave up on rekindling his first love and spent a fortune on a gift, asking Congressman Kawasaki to give it to his wife. But Congressman Kawasaki thought it was a fake, mentioned it to his wife, and then threw it away."
This guy really got lucky.
Even though he'd anticipated Chaomu's abilities, he couldn't help but squint. He played with the emerald that the raccoon had wiped clean with his sleeve and tilted his head. "Do you know how much this thing is worth? It's enough for you to do hundreds of housework jobs... Are you really giving it to me?"
"I don't know, but it doesn't matter." Chaomu picked up the broom and looked at the special event panel that had just been settled. In [Special Event: Internal Involution of Workers (1)], the system determined that she had gained an advantage and gave her fifty Raccoon Coins, which also raised her working level to level 4.
For her, after starting the special event of robbery and rummaging through the rich lady's trash can, it was not very difficult to obtain in-game currency. The emerald brooch did not have any special effect anyway, so it would be nice to give it to the NPC to improve his favorability - maybe his favorability would increase significantly, and she would be able to get an SSR card the next time she went to his house to draw a card?
Noticing that Shiro's gaze was still on her, she tilted her head and looked at the prompt "Foshiguro Shiro is confused." After thinking for two seconds, she added, "Consider it as a thank you for your help... and the dark green color complements your eyes very well. They're both beautiful."
The light spots reflected by the emerald flickered between Shi'er's fingers like startled fireflies.
"Beautiful?" He trailed off in a frivolous tone, as if that could mask his turbulent thoughts. "That's the first time you've used that word to praise me... It seems the conflict with Amuro-kun has temporarily improved your speaking and interpersonal skills, making you a bit more human, little raccoon."
Chaomu felt that this guy was simply taking advantage of the situation. He wrinkled his nose and held out his hand: "If you don't like it, give it back to me. I'll keep it and give it to someone else."
While she probably wouldn't want to give Kurosawa Jin a gift, he seemed to have green eyes too—and Mr. Kujo, who lived in the middle, seemed to have turquoise eyes as well? She hadn't seen his face, but she had a vague impression. If they both had green eyes, maybe she could get away with the same lines and improve their impressions.
Shen Er: “…………”
He didn't even bother asking her which other green-eyed person she could give the gift to. He sneered, pocketed the gem, and ruffled her hair. "Don't try to burn your bridges, little brat! This level of reward isn't enough. Remember to send me more money when you have something good later."
Chao Mu stepped on him in disgust, thinking that this guy was indeed a money-eating beast who would take most of the profits from forming a team. She would never form a team with him next time.
It was getting dark as the two of them left Kawasaki's house side by side. Amuro Toru, who had also come out wet when Shinji was performing his plumber service, had just changed into clean clothes. There was still a hint of confusion in his purple-gray eyes as to why he was in such a mess today.
But considering that he had also won the qualification to frequently enter and exit Kawasaki's house and the homes of several other ladies, he was not too depressed. He just glanced at Chaomu thoughtfully, said goodbye to her and Shier in a graceful manner, and drove away in the white Mazda.
"Look, your efforts don't seem to have had much effect." Shen Er shrugged. "Want to cry on my brother's shoulder? In consideration of the 'reward' just now, I won't charge you this time."
Chaomu had anticipated this outcome.
After all, rich women have a lot of houses, and there is no conflict in hiring both Asamura and Amuro Toru at the same time - even for the sake of Jin'er, Jin and Amuro Toru are two different types. How could a rich woman complain that a gigolo has too many tricks?
"Thank you for your generosity, but it's not necessary." Her tone remained untouched, and the word "generous" was tinged with subtle sarcasm. Chaomu didn't even glance at the firm chest muscles he had just admired, scanning directly at the list on his phone.
"You guys should be going to work soon." She pinched her chin. "Will Mr. Black Face stay in the shop tonight?"
Shen Er frowned and retracted his arm, staring at the short-haired girl's face: "Why, do you still want to patronize?"
"Not really," Chaomu roughly estimated the number of trash cans based on the house and floor area, his golden eyes gleaming under the gradually brightening streetlights. "If he works at night, I should be able to clean Ms. Qingshui's unused villa while he's away."
Although Ms. Shimizu's main residence is not there, she seems to go there often to meet up with her chaebol friends... The trash cans there must be quite fat.
...It's all for work.
The tip of her tongue, which had been pressing against her palate in a somewhat irritable manner, relaxed slightly, and she even hummed softly, thinking that the little black-faced man would not receive too much attention from her - even if he did, it would probably be as a competitor, as the grumpy little raccoon had a very strong desire to win.
"He's working every night these past few days, so he probably won't be away from work." He answered her question casually. After roughly understanding her reasoning, he raised his eyebrows slightly. "But then again... don't you think that the little black-faced guy's way of doing things is subtly similar to yours?"
He went through so many troubles just to get in and out of the homes of wealthy women. This Amuro Toru is definitely not just an ordinary gigolo... Is he a spy? A secret agent? Or a member of some organization?
As if she understood his hidden meaning, the short-haired girl's expression became serious.
What? Amuro Toru also wants to rummage through the trash can?
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The author has something to say: The raccoon's expression became serious.jpg
Giving gifts feels like the player rushing into an NPC's house holding a tear crystal, and leaving with a strange increase in favorability. If the other party doesn't like it, try another person, there will always be someone who can increase favorability.
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