Chapter 66 - Sawamura Sayuri – You’ll Have to Pay More!

Kaito Sora and Mrs. Izumi had quite the stroke of luck.

After asking around near the Tohsaka residence, they quickly learned that the neighbor next door was looking to sell their house. The property was already vacant, and fortunately, the neighbor had the owner's contact information.

Mrs. Izumi made the call, and a woman with a pleasant voice answered.

About half an hour later, a black van pulled up in front of the house. From the back seat emerged a beautiful woman who looked vaguely familiar to Kaito.

"You must be Mrs. Izumi?"

"And this is...?"

The raven-haired beauty glanced at the young, handsome Kaito standing beside Mrs. Izumi and blinked in surprise.

"Your...?"

Though Mrs. Izumi was well-preserved and could easily pass for a woman in her late twenties, the boy beside her looked far too young—like a student.

Given that she herself was in her thirties but often mistaken for someone younger, the woman briefly wondered if this was her son.

But she knew better than to voice such assumptions outright. If anything, she'd play it safe and assume they were siblings—unless she wanted to risk offending them.

So she left the question hanging.

Mrs. Izumi hesitated, unsure how to respond, and glanced at Kaito.

Before she could speak, Kaito smoothly wrapped an arm around the petite woman's shoulders and grinned.

"I'm her boyfriend."

Boyfriend?!

The raven-haired woman's eyes widened.

Seeing Mrs. Izumi's bashful, flustered expression only deepened her surprise. But she quickly composed herself and smiled.

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself."

"I'm Sawamura Sayuri, the owner of this house."

So that's why she looks familiar.

Kaito finally placed her—though he wisely kept that thought to himself.

After some small talk (mostly between Mrs. Izumi and Sayuri), Sayuri produced a key and led them inside for a tour.

The house was spacious.

While not as grand as the nearby mansion (which had clearly been expanded by buying up adjacent lots), it was still a two-story home covering over 400 square meters, with a combined front and back yard of nearly 300 square meters.

"I have it cleaned regularly," Sayuri explained. "The furniture is a bit old, but it's all brand new—never been used."

"You've never lived here?" Mrs. Izumi asked curiously.

"No," Sayuri replied. "My late husband bought this villa, but right after the renovation was finished, he... passed away in a plane crash during a business trip. We never moved in."

"Oh, I'm so sorry—"

"It's alright. It was many years ago." Sayuri smiled faintly. "Honestly, I can barely remember his face now."

Kaito could've sworn she glanced at him when she said that.

After more discussion, Mrs. Izumi inquired about the price. Sayuri offered an incredibly reasonable deal—practically the same as an unfurnished property, with all the furniture thrown in for free.

The heating system and other essentials were already installed, making it move-in ready without the hassle of renovations.

Mrs. Izumi was delighted. As a top-tier illustrator, the price was still steep for her, but the thought of living next to Kaito made it worth it. She immediately agreed to purchase.

"Great," Sayuri said. "I'll have someone draft a preliminary contract. Once everything's signed, you can move in right away."

The three sat in the living room, with Mrs. Izumi and Sayuri making small talk while Kaito idly scrolled through his phone, exchanging messages with Suou Hiroki.

Then, Mrs. Izumi's phone rang.

"Excuse me, I need to take this."

As she stepped out, Kaito felt Sayuri's gaze settle on him.

"Something on your mind?" he asked, looking up.

This woman is definitely suspicious.

From the moment they met, she'd been stealing glances at him during her conversation with Mrs. Izumi.

Sayuri hesitated, as if wrestling with herself, before finally speaking.

"So…" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her ears faintly red. "How do I compare to Mrs. Izumi?"

Oh hell no.

She's after me.

"I'm not sure what you mean, madam," Kaito replied, feigning ignorance.

Sayuri grew impatient. She glanced at the door—no sign of Mrs. Izumi returning yet—and cut to the chase.

"Would you be interested in taking on another client?"

"Whatever Mrs. Izumi gives you, I can match it."

"I don't have any… unusual preferences. Just normal…"

Her voice trembled slightly, her face burning.

"...husband-and-wife activities would be enough."

Kaito: ?

You think I'm a gigolo?!

"Mrs. Sawamura!" he said sternly. "What kind of man do you take me for?!"

"I—I'm sorry!" Sayuri panicked.

Had she misread the situation?

At first glance, the age gap between Mrs. Izumi and Kaito, combined with his striking looks and the way his muscles strained against his shirt, had led her to assume he was a kept man.

And the way he acted—confident, almost domineering—only reinforced that impression.

Just as she was about to stammer an excuse and flee…

Kaito leaned in with a smirk.

"You'll have to pay more."