[133] Kirari Momobami's Reward

Chapter 133: Kirari Momobami's Reward

Kirari carefully examined him and nodded. "Not bad."

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, grasped Shunsuke's left wrist, and brought it closer. With meticulous care, she fastened a diamond-encrusted Rolex onto his wrist.

Then, leaning back, she glanced at it again and praised, "This is perfect now. A man shouldn't be without a watch. This one's yours."

Shunsuke, meanwhile, was closely observing a very different Kirari from her usual self.

Today, her style had undergone a complete transformation.

Her signature twin drills, usually styled into doughnut-shaped pigtails, were undone, revealing neatly combed, waist-length silver-white hair.

She wore a pale moon-colored evening gown adorned with crystals, revealing a hint of her fair cleavage.

Although the neckline subtly opened when she leaned forward, it never crossed into indecency.

A full set of custom gold jewelry embedded with amethysts complemented her look, along with a pair of at least thirteen-centimeter-tall, slim high heels.

However, instead of being worn, they were casually tossed onto the cushion in front of her.

As his gaze fell upon her smooth, delicate toes, Shunsuke's Adam's apple moved slightly. He paid no attention to the fact that such a luxurious watch, worth tens of millions of yen, had just been casually gifted to him. Instead, he praised, "Senpai, you're absolutely stunning today, as always."

Perhaps because she had heard similar compliments countless times, Kirari simply replied with a soft "Mm" and showed no further reaction.

As the leader of the prestigious Momobami clan, even if she had been unattractive, others would have flattered her as if she were a goddess.

And since she naturally possessed a mesmerizing, almost bewitching beauty, anything less than poetic admiration would fail to capture her attention.

Undeterred, Shunsuke attempted to keep the conversation going. "It's my first time seeing you in such high heels, Senpai. If you end up taller than me, I'll definitely feel pressured."

"If not to be taller than you, I wouldn't have worn such high heels," Kirari replied, barefoot. She playfully kicked the high heels that lay on the cushion, then used her big toe and second toe to pick up one of the heels and sway it lightly in the air. "See, I don't even want to wear them now."

Though he hated to admit it, Shunsuke had never encountered a woman radiating such powerful feminine allure as Kirari did in this moment.

Compared to her, Runa seemed like a mere child, Hina resembled a country bumpkin, and Suzuna felt like an aging auntie.

Shunsuke steadied himself and said, "When girls are overly competitive, it can be quite stressful for guys."

Kirari glanced sideways at him. "Really? I don't see you feeling any pressure."

Shunsuke shrugged. "Maybe it's because you're just too kind to me, Senpai."

"Hmm... hmm..."

Sayaka, sitting in the front passenger seat, bit down on her handkerchief, clearly frustrated.

As they chatted casually, the convoy moved steadily forward until it finally stopped in front of a brightly lit mansion.

Shunsuke got out of the car first, then walked around to Kirari's side and opened the door, bowing slightly as he extended his hand in a courteous gesture of invitation.

Although he had never formally studied etiquette, he at least knew the basics from observation.

Kirari remained seated, lifting her foot slightly.

"Shunsuke, help me put on my high heels."

Seeing the approaching bodyguards and attendants, Shunsuke smiled faintly. You think you're making things difficult for me? This is clearly a reward!

Without any hesitation, he knelt down on one knee, gently placed Kirari's soft, pale foot on his knee, and released one hand to pick up the high heels.

With deliberate care and elegance, he slowly slid both shoes onto her feet, completing the task with an impeccable sense of poise.

During the process, Shunsuke even mischievously ran his fingertip along the most sensitive part of her sole, pretending it was accidental. However, seeing that Kirari showed no reaction whatsoever, not even a hint of a smile, he gave up on the childish gesture.

—That should've been my job!

Sayaka was so enraged by this "shameless" man that she nearly fainted.

After Shunsuke finished putting on the heels, Kirari gracefully held onto his hand as she stepped down from the car.

Standing side by side, Shunsuke realized with amusement that Kirari was indeed taller than him now—by about... 0.1 centimeters?

"Even with Star Platinum-level precision, I can't figure out how Kirari manages to measure it so accurately," Shunsuke thought to himself. "By the way, would others think you're taller than me like this?"

Shunsuke subtly bent his right arm into an arc, and Kirari naturally looped her arm through his, leaning so close that their bodies nearly touched. A light, elegant fragrance drifted into the air.

Glancing at Ririka, who had just stepped out of a car behind them, Kirari introduced her calmly, "This is my younger sister, Ririka Momobami."

With a cheerful smile, Shunsuke turned to Ririka, who had removed her mask and revealed her true face. Pretending not to know that she was actually the vice president, he extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Shunsuke, your sister Kirari's boyfriend."

Kirari cast him a glance but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Sayaka nearly exploded with frustration. Damn it! Give this guy an inch, and he takes a mile!

Despite having an identical appearance, Ririka's aura was completely different from Kirari's, as if they weren't even related.

She was momentarily stunned, her cool expression almost breaking. After a brief pause, she nodded but did not extend her hand in return.

Shunsuke didn't seem to care at all. Casually withdrawing his hand, he looked "helplessly" at Kirari. "Kirari, it seems your family doesn't like me as your boyfriend. Is it a problem with my family background?"

He continued with a playful yet composed tone, "Look, it's the 21st century; these things shouldn't matter anymore. But considering your status, if you were to marry, your options would be limited to either a man from a modest background but with exceptional talent or a noble-born weakling. There really aren't many other choices. I think I'm the perfect candidate and should receive your family's blessings."

"…Ririka knows you're my fake boyfriend."

Even Kirari, who rarely showed emotion, was momentarily speechless.

Is he serious? The guy's gotten way too into the role. If I hadn't been the one to personally invite him to play my fake boyfriend, I might've believed it myself.

Shunsuke sighed dramatically, as if genuinely exasperated. "A ruler loses their kingdom if they can't keep secrets; a minister loses their life without discretion. If plans aren't kept confidential, disaster follows. Kirari, you've told so many people already—soon enough, others will find out I'm just a fake. What's the point then?"

"All I want is a show of attitude," Kirari said, clearly unwilling to continue Shunsuke's banter. Linking arms with him, she guided him forward. "I'm not some powerless princess who has to let her parents arrange everything for her. As long as I put up this front, I can get rid of 99% of the pests buzzing around me."

As the leader of the distinguished Momobami clan, no matter how recklessly she indulged in gambling, Kirari couldn't ignore her responsibilities and the honor tied to her family name — a name more important than her own life.

Dealing with suitors from similarly influential families and matchmaking proposals from "elders" was inevitable.

Even when turning them down, it was best not to create too much tension.

However, Kirari had no patience for such formalities, so she needed a straightforward excuse. Even if that excuse was a flawed "fake boyfriend" like Shunsuke, a decision that might be deemed subpar upon scrutiny, it served its purpose.

If anyone dared persist despite her clear stance, they would be the ones at fault for their rudeness. And as the superior party, Kirari would naturally have the right to give them a proper lesson. After all, only those in positions of power could afford to be impolite — never the other way around.

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