I Started a Lover-for-Hire Service, And For Some Reason, Only Beautiful Girls Are Requesting Me - Chapter 89: Hazuki's Lover-For-Hire ⑦

“Mm, do more… No one’s watching…”

“Okay…”

With background music playing in the car, I awkwardly responded to Hazuki-san, who was sticking her head out like a cat.

If someone saw this scene, they might envy me. They might want to drag me down. In the worst case, they might even want to kill me.

But I didn’t feel happy about this, or anything close to it. If I were Hazuki-san’s boyfriend, I would definitely feel that way, but I wasn’t. I was a hired stand-in lover, paid to do this. To avoid causing problems, I couldn’t have ulterior motives or impure thoughts.

Hazuki-san trusted that I wouldn’t do anything more than this to her. I absolutely could not betray that trust, and I had to grit my teeth and endure to earn my money.

I had three almost regretful thoughts…

First, to make a good impression, I agreed to Hazuki-san’s request to perform this penalty game to look cool. I didn’t think my actions were wrong, but the usually cool and mature Hazuki-san who normally took the lead was now cuddling up and acting sweet like this… The gap was too extreme in a good way. No man could possibly remain calm in this situation…

Second, my opponent was just too much to handle. I didn’t mean that in a negative way about Hazuki-san—she smelled really nice, and I could tell her hair was well-maintained. She must definitely use conditioner after shampooing, followed by hair oil. I stroked her hair once at the bar too, and this silky smoothness was truly absurd.

I’d heard women say hair was their life, and I really think that was true. If just her hair could make my heart race this much, it was unbearable for someone in my position as a stand-in…

Third, I chose this location. I shouldn’t have chosen a place where we’d be alone just because she was embarrassed. Maybe it was because we were in an enclosed space, but I felt like there was this sweet atmosphere straight out of a shojo manga or romantic comedy…

My heartbeat was already accelerating to the point where it was difficult to breathe…

“Hehe, it feels nice…”

“I-is that so?”

“Yes. Your hands are calming as always, Shiba-kun…”

I was trying so hard to stay calm, but why, why did she say things that always hit my weak spots…? T-this was the most effective mental attack…

“Hmm… don’t stop moving your hand.”

“S-sorry.”

I got scolded the moment I stopped my hand. This was basically torture. How did the other stand-ins endure this…? I mean, if she were unkempt and unhygienic, I might be able to bear it. But when someone like Hazuki-san was like this…

I think if Hazuki-san ever got a boyfriend, he’d probably experience this kind of life every day.

“Hmm hmm~ hmm”

“…”

What should I do? She’d even started humming happily with such a beautiful voice. This was my first time seeing Hazuki-san like this…

W-what was this? I was even more frustrated because I was the one who was most aware that I had no composure… Despite how much I was enduring, Hazuki-san was completely relaxed and at ease.

Even without that particular experience, her experience in other areas was on a completely different level as well. I knew that we were not even on the same playing field. After all, she was called the veteran killer queen directly by the Farfalle company.

Still, seeing her so composed right in front of me made me want to break that composure. At least to a situation similar to mine… During batting practice, I’d succeeded in doing that once, which made me want to do it again even more…

If I could make Hazuki-san flustered, it would restore my own composure.

—Right. This offensive was definitely not self-destructive. With that in mind, I charged at the fortress walls.

“I’m sorry for the sudden request, Hazuki-san. I think this position is uncomfortable given the car’s interior. There’s a way to make it more comfortable, so could you please recline your seat back as far as it goes? I’ll make this part of the penalty game too.”

I gently guided Hazuki-san, who had been leaning toward me to have her head stroked, back to the driver’s seat while making this suggestion.

“Y-you’re going to continue, right…? The previous penalty game isn’t over yet…”

Hazuki-san gives me a disgruntled look. A gaze of dissatisfaction. The person receiving the penalty game was demanding an extension. This was already absurd, but it would be tactless to point that out.

“I promise. So please.”

“Mm, alright…”

Having heard my request, Hazuki-san pulled the lever and reclined her seat all the way back.

“Hazuki-san, please just relax against the backrest.”

“I-I’ll be almost lying down, you know…?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“Hmm…”

With a face that clearly asked “Are you really going to keep petting me?”, she leaned back into the reclined seat.

Now preparations were complete. After taking a deep breath to calm myself without Hazuki-san noticing, I took action.

“Hazuki-san, I’m going to touch the car’s dial for a moment.”

After saying this to Hazuki-san, I reached for a certain dial. I just got in this car today. I didn’t fully understand where all the system buttons were, but I’d noticed several places that Hazuki-san had touched.

Turning that dial—as intended, the background music in the car stopped.

“Huh…”

Right after Hazuki-san let out a confused sound, silence enveloped us. Naturally, since there was no other source of sound. This was the signal to start…

“Hazuki-san.”

This car belonged to someone else. To avoid dirtying it, I took off my shoes and placed my knees on the seat. Then, I stretched my upper body and positioned myself above the reclining Hazuki-san.

“?!”

“…”

From the side, it might look like I was about to pounce on her. Before Hazuki-san could show signs of alarm, I spoke.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my promise.”

“Ah…”

There was something I could use to gain a slight advantage. That was the “kabedon” on the bed I had done during Himeno’s lover-for-hire service. If she was inexperienced, she probably hadn’t been in this position before. That’s what I was counting on.

Placing my hands on either side of Hazuki-san’s head, I did something similar in this car.

“This should be more comfortable. Feel free to be a bit more spoiled.”

In the car without background music, my voice resonated clearly… I started gently stroking Hazuki-san’s bangs again.

“…Mm.”

She was probably embarrassed to have her face seen directly while being stroked. Hazuki-san immediately turned her face away and covered her eyes with one hand.

“As I said before, thank you for your hard work.”

“Y-yeah… Th-thank… you…”

After that, Hazuki-san didn’t speak again. I continued to move my hand in the silent space…

Somehow, the atmosphere felt stranger than before. I noticed that Hazuki-san’s partially visible ear had turned bright red…

Noticing this made my own face heat up… It felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t.