Chapter 76: Purchasing a Car

Erotica is the primary productive force of humanity!

So-called works of literature are just writing smut within a plot.

Erotic novels, on the other hand, are just inserting a bit of plot into the smut.

Honestly, there isn’t much difference.

The key lies in the author’s level of writing skill.

Kitahara Chiki kept his head down, wholeheartedly pouring his energy into writing furiously on his manuscript paper.

The fountain pen in his hand danced without pause as line after line of elegant text flowed onto the paper like floating clouds and running water.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt a soft, gentle touch on his shoulder, delicate as the ripples raised by a gentle breeze brushing across a lake’s surface.

Accompanying it was an intoxicating scent that drifted into his nose.

Without even looking up, Kitahara already knew that it was definitely Rina-nee.

Slowly extending his hand, he took hold of that smooth, tender little hand resting on his chest and gently caressed it.

At the same time, Kitahara shifted his face slightly closer toward Hayami Rina’s cheek, which was already resting on his shoulder. The two rubbed their cheeks together gently.

"Thank you for your hard work, Kitahara-kun!" Hayami Rina breathed softly, her breath fragrant as orchids.

"For you, Rina-nee, it’s no trouble at all!"

Kitahara pulled Hayami Rina around in front of him. Opening his arms, he held her tightly in a warm embrace.

As their bodies pressed closely together, Kitahara felt an unprecedented sense of softness and comfort.

That warm, delicate touch felt like the gentlest spring breeze lightly brushing across his heart, or like a stream of clear spring water softly trickling into the depths of his long-parched soul.

In that moment, all the fatigue on Kitahara’s body dissipated without a trace like smoke. In its place was a sense of tranquility and peace of mind, like a drifting ship that had finally found a harbor where it could anchor.

In his past life, Kitahara had imagined countlessly many times—when he was exhausted from writing, or when the pressure of daily updates became too unbearable to handle—that a gentle, virtuous woman would understand him, offer him a shoulder to lean on, and give him strength.

A woman who could help him pick himself back up to continue facing the hardships and obstacles on the path of writing.

In his past life, he had never gotten his wish.

Who would have thought that in this life, he would possess it so effortlessly!

Hayami Rina was truly a perfect woman, as gentle as water.

At this moment, both were immersed in this wonderful state, neither wanting to shatter the silence and warmth, so they tacitly chose to say no more.

Holding each other tightly, they felt each other’s heartbeat and breathing, their breaths intertwining in a way so exquisite and intoxicating.

After a long while, Hayami Rina reluctantly stood up with an apology; she had to go pick up Aya-chan from school.

Kitahara Chiki then continued writing.

That night passed peacefully, without any further "flames of war" breaking out.

After all, they had already done it twice today...

...

The next morning, after sending Aya-chan off, Kitahara and Hayami Rina went to the car dealership to buy a car.

Kitahara himself didn’t have a driver’s license—his previous self had no interest in cars, and having transmigrated so recently, he hadn’t found the time to take the test either.

Fortunately, Hayami Rina had one, so she had to come along for the purchase. After buying it, she would also be the only one able to drive it for the time being.

In Tokyo, a car was not a household necessity.

Data showed that only about one-third of ordinary households in Tokyo owned a car.

The main reasons for this were twofold. First, Tokyo’s public transportation system was exceptionally developed; trains, subways, and buses provided residents with convenient ways to travel.

Rail transit alone accounted for a travel rate as high as 90 percent.

Second, parking was inconvenient, and penalties for illegal parking were severe. Parking fees were also exorbitantly high, representing a significant expense that many families couldn’t afford.

At its root, the city had placed restrictions on car ownership right from the initial urban planning and design stage.

Tokyo adopted a unit-style urban design where every community had complete supporting facilities. Everything residents needed could be satisfied within their own community, largely eliminating the need for cross-district travel.

The streets here were also relatively narrow, with some places unable to accommodate vehicular traffic. This left the status of cars marginalized in this city!

Of course, Kitahara was no longer among the ranks of ordinary residents. With a net worth of over a billion yen, maintaining a car was effortless for him.

Forget about one; he could easily afford several.

Arriving at the auto mall, they looked around several major brand dealerships. Considering that his household population would increase in the future and that family travel needed to be convenient...

Kitahara selected a luxury seven-seater high-end Toyota, spending nearly ten million yen.

However, he didn’t feel a single pang of distress. Because the car was registered under Hayami Rina’s name, as soon as the purchase agreement was signed and payment was made, he received a ten-fold cashback.

The more money he spent, the more he had!

After buying the car, the two drove to a department store to buy daily necessities for their single-family house (Ikkodate).

This included bedding, cleaning supplies, personal care items, and so on, making for a massive shopping spree.

They chose the absolute best for everything. Hayami Rina had no objections either; she no longer harbored any doubts about Kitahara’s financial strength.

She had completely stopped worrying about such matters.

The shopping haul was huge and took a long time. The merchants would deliver some of the larger items, while the rest was loaded directly into the car.

By the time Kitahara and Rina returned to the house, it was already close to noon.

Working together, they carried the items inside. Kitahara washed his hands and bade farewell to Hayami Rina, as he was going on a date with Matsuda Yumi.

"Rina-nee, I have some matters to attend to next, so I’ll trouble you to tidy up here! I might return a bit late tonight, or I might not come back at all. You and Aya-chan don’t need to worry about me!"

Presently, Kitahara didn’t need to make excuses when he wanted to go out and fool around; he was just that direct.

Hearing this, Hayami Rina didn’t feel anything was amiss, though she felt a bit disappointed upon hearing that he might not return tonight.

She had originally planned to dedicate her second most precious place to him at home tonight.

It seemed she would have to reschedule.

Oh well, better to wait until the day they officially move in here!

That day would serve as a special and memorable occasion anyway.

"Alright, Kitahara-kun. Go ahead and take care of your affairs with peace of mind. Just... please make sure to stay safe!"

In Hayami Rina’s heart, the space Kitahara Chiki occupied was already extraordinary, far exceeding her own importance.

As long as he returned home safely, she wouldn’t stop him from doing anything—even if he went out to fool around, and even if he came back smelling of another woman’s perfume.

She would simply blame her own nose for committing the crime!