I Started a Lover-for-Hire Service, And For Some Reason, Only Beautiful Girls Are Requesting Me - Chapter 83: Hazuki's Lover-For-Hire ①

A particularly cold Sunday—the day of the request.

At 7:55 PM, Ryoma stood in front of a vending machine near Hazuki’s high-rise apartment.

The LED lighting cast a glow on his face as he stared at the lineup of hot drinks, deep in thought.

“What would Hazuki-san drink…?”

He had only met her twice before—once when she was completely drunk and once during their first date session.

To be honest, he had no clue what her preferences were.

Why was he even standing there, picking out a hot drink for her?

Because of that one line from the agency.

“For this request, we ask that you prioritize the emotional well-being of the client. We understand this is a selfish request, but we would appreciate your cooperation.”

Without understanding the full context, he couldn’t dive too deep into her situation.

For now, he had decided to focus on being considerate.

“She might drink milk tea… but also black tea… or green tea… coffee seems likely too, and maybe even hot lemon…”

Letting out a long sigh, Ryoma tilted his head.

The meeting time was creeping closer.

As he started feeling a little panicked—

“Ah!”

He came up with a foolproof plan.

It would cost a little extra, but he decided to buy two different hot drinks.

That way, he could simply ask, “Which one would you like?”

She would make a choice, and in the process, he’d figure out her preference.

Ryoma fed 300 yen into the vending machine and bought green tea and milk tea.

The time was now 7:58 PM.

Grabbing the drinks and his change, he took off running toward Glial Garden GR Tower, the high-rise apartment where Hazuki lived.

With the hot drinks cradled in one arm, he pulled out his phone to check the time.

Just as the clock struck 8:00 PM—

“Huh?”

A high-pitched whiiiiiinnnng—a sound eerily similar to a vacuum cleaner—filled the air.

“…That’s definitely a nice car.”

It was the kind of sound only a turbocharged sports car or a supercar could produce.

Just as Ryoma muttered those words—

A sleek, bright orange car with a low profile emerged from the underground parking lot.

The kind of car that would instantly turn heads if seen driving through the city.

“Whoa… A GT-R…?”

Even someone like Ryoma, who wasn’t a car expert, recognized the model.

A used one wouldn’t go for less than three million yen, and a new one easily surpassed ten million—a true high-performance sports car.

(That’s cool…)

Just as he was admiring the car—impressed but not surprised that someone living in a high-rise apartment would own such a vehicle—the GT-R came to a stop.

Right in front of him.

“Huh…?”

A luxury car stopping right in front of him?

That was terrifying.

Ryoma unintentionally let out a small sound—

And as if that had been a signal, the car’s power window slowly rolled down.

Then, a familiar voice.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?”

“…Wait, Hazuki-san!?”

The driver, hands on the wheel, was none other than today’s client—the Veteran Killer Queen, Hazuki.

He hadn’t expected this at all.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Th-This… This is your car…?”

“Technically, yes. Ah, don’t worry—I’m confident in my driving. When I took my first driving test, they asked me, ‘Have you driven before?’ and complimented me. Pretty impressive, don’t you think?”

“Th-That is impressive, but that’s not the issue here…”

Not many people Hazuki’s age owned a GT-R.

The gap between what Ryoma was trying to say and what Hazuki was talking about was obvious.

Yet, she didn’t brag about the car itself—only about her driving skills.

That was very much like her.

“For now, why don’t you hop in? It’s cold outside. Hehe, though I suppose I shouldn’t be the one saying that, since I kept you waiting.”

She had only been a minute late at most—

But this kind of courtesy was typical of a working professional.

“O-Okay… Excuse me.”

This was Ryoma’s first time getting into such a high-end car.

With extreme care—like handling fragile glass—he slowly grasped the outer door handle, making sure not to scratch anything with his nails.

The moment he opened the door, he was overwhelmed.

“Wow… This is incredible…”

“The interior is quite nice, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… As expected from a GT-R.”

Even police officers who had stopped GT-R owners for routine checks had been known to geek out, saying things like, “This is sick!” or “That’s insane!”

The GT-R Hazuki owned was no exception.

The interior was customized to match the car’s striking orange exterior.

The sound system, navigation, and other controls were laid out in a sleek, intuitive design.

The cockpit-style seats were spacious and high-end—

So pristine that he hesitated to even sit down.

“…You’re not going to sit?”

“N-No, I will. But… Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Hehe, of course.”

“O-Okay then…”

Taking a deep breath, Ryoma finally lowered himself onto the seat—

The instant he sat down, he knew.

He could stay there for hours, and his body wouldn’t ache at all.

The comfort was on another level.

Ryoma gently closed the door, sealing the two of them in the confined space of the car.

At that moment, Hazuki turned a dial on the dashboard, filling the car with soft Western music.

It was probably her way of making sure the silence wouldn’t become awkward.

“Ah, Hazuki-san, which one do you want to drink…?”

Ryoma had already gotten over his excitement.

Now, he switched into Lover-For-Hire mode. This was a job, after all.

“Oh? Is this your tactic to win my favor?”

“Who knows? No matter what I say, in the end, it’s all about how you perceive it.”

“Jeez, you’re still no fun to tease.”

“If I let you tease me, you’d control the pace the entire time.”

“Wouldn’t that be interesting in its own way?”

“Not as a rental lover. That would be embarrassing. So, which one would you like?”

Ryoma presented the choice to Hazuki—

But that’s when the psychological battle began.

“Hmm, maybe this one?”

She lightly touched the green tea while stealing a glance at Ryoma’s expression.

“The green tea?”

“Hmm… Maybe this one instead?”

She shifted her fingers toward the milk tea.

“The milk tea?”

“…Or maybe this one, after all?”

Her hand returned to the green tea.

And throughout all this, her eyes remained locked onto Ryoma’s—peering up at him with an almost playful gaze.

His heart jumped.

“Alright, I’ll take the milk tea, then. Thank you, Shiba-kun.”

“You’re welcome…”

Ryoma was stunned.

Hazuki had avoided choosing the drink he had secretly wanted—green tea.

Almost as if she had read his mind.

She took a sip of the milk tea before placing it in the cup holder.

“You can put yours here too, if you’d like.”

“Th-Thank you…”

He hadn’t changed his expression—he was sure of it.

So how had she guessed so easily?

And more importantly, the way she acted, as if getting it right was obvious…

“Hazuki-san… How did you know to pick the one I wasn’t in the mood for?”

“Just a hunch.”

“A hunch!?”

“Fufu, I’m glad I got it right.”

So this was what they called a woman’s intuition…

“Shiba-kun, you remember today’s destination, right?”

“Y-Yes, I do.”

“Good. Since our time has officially started, let’s get going. Buckle up.”

“Yes, please go ahead.”

As Ryoma fastened his seatbelt, Hazuki checked her right rear and the surrounding area for safety.

And the moment he clicked his belt into place—

Wiiiiiiiiiiin!

The unique growl of the GT-R’s engine filled the air as she smoothly pulled away.

Even the initial acceleration felt different.

The speed itself wasn’t extreme, yet the sensation was uniquely powerful.

“Hazuki-san, are sports cars your hobby?”

Ryoma wasn’t just making small talk—he was genuinely curious.

“No, not really. Though I do own this car, I wouldn’t say it’s a hobby.”

“Wait, really!?”

“Shiba-kun, have you heard of the Mira Cocoa?”

“Can I look it up?”

“Of course.”

The name sounded vaguely familiar.

Ryoma pulled out his phone and searched: Mira Cocoa images.

The results popped up instantly.

The Mira Cocoa—

A rounded, feminine minicar designed for women.

It was the complete opposite of the bold, high-performance GT-R.

“The name and the look are adorable, aren’t they? Every time I see one on the street, I get so jealous.”

“Oh, yeah. It’s definitely cute.”

If anyone else with a GT-R said something like that, it might sound insincere—

Like they were bragging.

But knowing Hazuki, Ryoma could tell—

She genuinely wanted one.

That was just the kind of person she was.

“I actually wanted that car, but given my position at the company, I needed to own something more appropriate.”

“I see…”

“When I asked my father for advice, he recommended this car. Plus, when I give my subordinates a ride home or listen to their problems, it helps to have a car that makes an impression.”

“I see…”

“Also, road rage incidents have been increasing, haven’t they? If someone tried that with me, I’d just ram my car right into theirs.”

*”Yeah, that’s true… wait—Huh!?”

“If someone tried that with me, I’d just ram my car right into theirs.”

She had said it so casually that it took Ryoma a few extra seconds to process.

And when he finally did, his reaction came out weird.

“Fufu, just kidding. You’ve been so composed this whole time, so I thought I’d change things up a little. Looks like I made the right call.”

“Somehow… I feel incredibly defeated…”

“Your turn next, then?”

“Yeah. Get ready.”

Their exchange carried a playful yet serious undertone.

Ryoma meant what he said.

And Hazuki knew it.

“This is going to be fun,” she thought, smirking as she turned the wheel.