Kenji first brought Natsuka to the small rented apartment building near the school, helped her move in her luggage, and tidied up the room.
After everything was organized, Kenji embraced Natsuka and they went at it thoroughly, staining every corner of the room with their presence.
After they were done, Kenji found an excuse to check on the company and took the opportunity to leave. Stepping out of the apartment, he pulled out his phone and quickly typed on the screen: "Saki-chan, I'll be there soon, okay?"
"Mhm, Kenji-kun, I've already set off!"
Yoshida Saki's message came through quickly.
After a brief chat that afternoon, Kenji managed to ask Yoshida Saki out quite smoothly.
Sure enough, just as described in the manga, the socially inept Yoshida Saki was not very guarded around others, and he managed to coax her out with just a few words.
However, Kenji still intended to treat Yoshida Saki well. After all, her ending in the manga was truly tragic, so once she became his woman, he would have to give her a happy life.
Soon, Kenji drove the dazzling ferrari to their agreed meeting spot.
Yoshida Saki spotted the eye-catching sports car from afar, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Watching Kenji drive the expensive ferrari up to her, Yoshida Saki initially found it hard to believe, her eyes wide with shock. It wasn't until Kenji waved at her that she snapped out of it and hurried over.
"Is... is this Kenji-kun's car? That's amazing!" Yoshida Saki exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with envy.
"Haha, if Saki-chan likes it, you'll have to work hard, get your driver's license quickly, and I'll buy Saki-chan one too?" Kenji teased with a smile, his eyes full of affection.
"D-don't joke with me, Kenji-kun..."
Yoshida Saki's cheeks flushed slightly. Of course, she envied the life of driving luxury cars, but she also knew it was impossible for her.
Her family wasn't wealthy; her parents' incomes were low, and they often argued over trivial matters. Her parents usually didn't pay much attention to her, and it was precisely because of poor nutrition that Saki's body was so frail.
Her father usually didn't even want to speak to her and her mother, constantly wearing a cold expression. Sometimes, when he drank too much socializing outside, he would get violent and lose his temper at home.
Kenji looked at Yoshida Saki's frail figure, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart. He reached out and gently ruffled the girl's head.
At Kenji's intimate gesture, Yoshida Saki blushed and murmured, " Kenji-kun invited me out, is it..."
"To take you to a beauty salon, then go shopping, and buy you a few outfits. Young people can't dress so plainly; you have to keep up with the times! After that, we'll have dinner. Is there anything Saki-chan wants to eat?"
Kenji said with a smile.
"Eh!?"
Yoshida Saki was stunned. Her first reaction was: How much is that going to cost?
Thinking of the few thousand Japanese Yen she had brought in her wallet this time, Yoshida Saki shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, I can't! I didn't bring much money..."
"Of course, I'm treating! What are you thinking, Saki-chan? Someone who invites a girl out and then makes her pay for herself—isn't that despicable? Oh, does Saki-chan think I'm that kind of person?"
Kenji pretended to be angry, though a sly smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"No, no, I..."
Yoshida Saki waved her hands in a rush to explain, her cheeks turning even redder.
"Alright, the beauty salon is right ahead, let's go!"
As Kenji spoke, he parked the car, took Yoshida Saki's hand, and walked straight into the luxuriously decorated beauty salon, beginning today's 'great transformation'.
As the neon lights of Tokyo began to glow, the gold-rimmed glass doors of the high-end beauty salon shimmered with a luxurious halo under the lights.
Yoshida Saki stood at the entrance, her body trembling slightly, her steps hesitant as if bound by invisible threads.
She lowered her head, unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes, her eyes filled with anxiety and unease.
"Kenji, isn't this... too expensive? I..."
Yoshida Saki's voice was soft, laced with timidity and hesitation, every word sounding as if it were painfully forced out from deep in her throat.
Kenji stood beside her, wearing a gentle yet firm smile.
He gently raised his hand and softly interrupted her: "Don't worry, I'm here."
With that, he reached out, gently took Yoshida Saki's somewhat cold hand, and led her inside.
This beauty salon was famous in Tokyo, enjoying extremely high praise and recognized as a sanctuary for many wealthy ladies seeking beauty treatments.
Although Yoshida Saki came from humble origins, she had long heard of this place. It was said that every service here was expensive, making it inaccessible to ordinary people.
Inside the beauty salon, people came and went in the spacious, brightly lit lobby. They were dressed exquisitely and behaved elegantly, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of incense.
Yoshida Saki looked at everything around her, her eyes full of nervousness. Her feet seemed nailed to the ground, and she hesitated to take a step.
A thought kept flashing through her mind: Is this truly a place someone like her should be?
Kenji noticed her tension, leaned slightly closer, and whispered, "Be bolder, Saki-chan, have a little more confidence."
His eyes were full of encouragement and trust, as if an invisible force was being injected into Yoshida Saki's body.
Yoshida Saki slowly raised her head, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes. Her lips moved: "I... mhm..."
Just then, a receptionist from the beauty salon stepped forward, greeting them with a radiant smile: "Welcome, both of you."
Kenji held Yoshida Saki's hand tightly and explained their purpose directly to the receptionist.
Faced with Kenji's formidable financial power, the beauty salon staff dared not show any negligence. They quickly got to work and soon formulated a "makeover" plan for Yoshida Saki.
The first thing they "operated" on was Yoshida Saki's signature braids.
An experienced hairstylist gently undid her braids. Her silky smooth black hair instantly fell loose.
The hairstylist stroked her hair and suggested, "Miss, your hair quality is excellent. Why not keep this natural length and opt for straight black hair? It would be both elegant and highlight your temperament."
Yoshida Saki nervously bit her lip until it turned white, her eyes full of hesitation and anxiety.
But under Kenji's encouraging gaze, she seemed to summon all her courage and slowly nodded.
The hairstylist smiled and nodded, then began to perform his "magic." With a series of professional tools, he worked methodically.
As time passed, the straight black hair gently cascaded over her shoulders, complemented by light, airy bangs, adding a touch of gentleness and elegance. She seemed to instantly transform from a girl next door into a graceful princess.
When she looked at the mirror again, her eyes widened instantly. She could hardly believe her own reflection—the girl in the mirror was fresh, refined, and her eyes sparkled with confidence. She looked so beautiful that she felt slightly unfamiliar with herself.
Next was the replacement of her glasses.
With the patient help of the optometrist, Yoshida Saki carefully put on contact lenses.
When she opened her eyes again, the world before her seemed to be relit, becoming clearer and brighter.
Her own eyes looked particularly expressive, complementing the straight black hairstyle, and her entire being radiated a unique charm.
Finally, it was the anticipated shopping session.
Kenji led Yoshida Saki through various stores in the mall. From simple dresses to fashionable jeans, every piece of clothing seemed to be magically bestowed upon her. Worn by Yoshida Saki, they looked custom-made, perfectly fitting her figure and temperament.
The straight black hair further enhanced her outfits. Whether it was a sweet style or a fresh look, she could easily pull it off, as if she were naturally favored by fashion.
Kenji occasionally offered professional advice, and through repeated attempts, Yoshida Saki gradually regained her confidence, starting to proactively choose styles she liked, her eyes no longer showing the timidity and hesitation of before.
As night fell and the lights came on, when the two walked out of the mall carrying bags full of purchases, Yoshida Saki was a completely changed person.
She was wearing a light blue dress, the skirt gently swaying in the breeze, paired with white flats, looking fresh and natural.
Her straight black hair lightly fluttered in the wind, smooth like black satin.
Her face was radiant with a confident and brilliant smile, as if the whole world lay at her feet.
This was the real 'transformation'... After dinner, the two walked side-by-side along the riverside pavement, taking a stroll.
"Kenji, thank you. I really don't know how to..."
Yoshida Saki's voice was slightly choked, and her eyes were faintly red—tears of emotion and gratitude.
"You don't need to thank me, Saki. You were beautiful already; you just needed a little courage to show it."
Kenji replied with a smile, his eyes filled with sincerity.
The gentle breeze slowly swept past, like an invisible yet warm hand, lightly lifting the strands of dark, glossy hair near Yoshida Saki's cheek.
She stood there quietly. In the dim light, her emotions surged like a tide, and a few crystalline tears silently slipped from the corners of her eyes, shimmering movingly in the faint light.
Just then, Yoshida Saki seemed to undergo intense internal struggle before taking a deep breath, looking as if she had made some crucial decision.
She resolutely puffed out her chest, her eyes filled with determination and anticipation. She gently pulled Kenji's hand, then slowly opened her arms and embraced Kenji proactively, filled with love and longing.
"Saki-chan?" Kenji was slightly startled and called out softly, somewhat surprised.
Yoshida Saki hugged Kenji tightly, her voice slightly choked. Her lips trembled slightly as she slowly poured out the emotions deep within her heart: "Kenji-kun, could... could you be my boyfriend? I want... I want to date you... Please like me always, always, always, and stay by my side forever, forever, forever. Don't leave me... I don't want to regret this..."
At this moment, the surrounding world seemed to have been muted.
The sound of car horns, the noisy advertisements outside the shops, the chatter of passersby, the trickling of the river water, and the barely perceptible breeze—all lost their usual volume, becoming a silent backdrop. Only Yoshida Saki's tearful confession echoed in the air.
Actions speak louder than words.
Kenji did not hesitate for a moment, nor did he say any superfluous words. Instead, he slowly reached out and gently yet firmly pulled the girl who was hugging him into his embrace.
"Yes. I like Saki very much too. I thought Saki-chan was cute right from the start. So, I hope Saki-chan never leaves me either."
Kenji's gentle voice sounded in Yoshida Saki's ear.
In that instant, Yoshida Saki felt her heart skip a beat, as if time itself had frozen.
Perhaps this was merely her subjective perception, not an established objective fact, but there truly was a moment when her world contained only the warm embrace before her.
"Wuwuwuwu..." Yoshida Saki could no longer suppress her emotions and sobbed uncontrollably, nestled in Kenji's arms.
There was no hint of loneliness in her crying; instead, it was fully saturated with the taste of happiness.
On the large bed in the couple's hotel, sheer curtains gently swayed in the breeze, seemingly adding a touch of fantasy to the romantic atmosphere.
The warm, yellow light was like a thin veil, enveloping the entire room in a cozy yet ambiguous ambiance.
As soon as they entered the room, their eyes instantly locked. Love surged in their hearts like a turbulent tide, and they eagerly embraced each other.
Kenji gently cupped Yoshida Saki's face with both hands. While kissing her passionately, he slowly guided her toward the bed, every step seeming to fall in time with their heartbeats.
"Kenji-kun... Mmmph~"
Yoshida Saki tilted her head up slightly. Her tear-reddened eyes now seemed to glow with pink, peach-colored hearts, exceptionally captivating as they glistened.
Below her small, upturned nose, her rosy lips were ripe and inviting, possessing an unexpected cuteness that made one long to draw closer.
She really was unexpectedly alluring.
Kenji felt the flame in his heart burn brighter and kissed her again.
His large tongue gently slipped into the girl's mouth, slowly intertwining with her tender little tongue, patiently playing and instructing, as if weaving a sweet dream meant only for them.
The two tongues intertwined, sucked, and swallowed intimately within their mouths, and every touch felt like an electric current running through their bodies.
Yoshida Saki responded passionately, tightly wrapping her arms around her lover's neck, seemingly trying to merge completely into his embrace.
So comfortable... His tongue is inside... stirring around in my mouth... she murmured softly, her consciousness blurring. She felt like her head was floating, yet her heart was full of joy.
"What's happening, my head feels like it's floating... but I really love kissing Kenji-kun..."
Slurp, slurp—
This sweet and ambiguous sound echoed in the room.
Gradually, Kenji's left hand intertwined with Yoshida Saki's right hand.
Meanwhile, Kenji's right hand slipped into her dress and expertly unhooked the cotton white bra.
He then grasped the soft, tender, snow-white mound that fit perfectly in one hand, gently kneading it into different shapes.
The perfectly sized, teardrop-shaped breasts, which could be gently cupped by one hand, had soft, flowing lines, round and natural like dew drops rolling on a lotus leaf in the early morning.
Compared to exaggerated, massive busts, they exuded a restrained and unique charm, like a beauty hidden away in a secluded chamber, carrying a distinct allure of unspoken desire.
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