My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: A Fair Trade
He climbed into the SUV, shutting the door with a soft click. The interior smelled of leather, with hints of cedar and polished wood.

The leather seat enveloped him as he sat in it, the soft material molding to his body. Crimson stitching stood out against the dark surface, adding a touch of boldness to the design.

Next, his gaze landed on the dashboard, a sleek mix of matte black and brushed aluminum. Digital screens glowed in crisp white and blue, giving the car a futuristic vibe.

The steering wheel, wrapped in smooth leather, felt firm under his fingers, its buttons clicking faintly to his touch.

Above, the panoramic roof revealed a clear view of the sky, framed by subtle LED lighting that shifted colors.

The center console featured a glossy gear selector, heavy and cool to the touch, with a smooth leather armrest that added comfort.

‘This is… unbelievable,’ His grip on the steering wheel tightened, as if to reassure himself this wasn’t just a dream.

It wasn’t easy to process. Just a few weeks ago, he was nothing more than a broke student. Now, he was sitting in a vehicle worth more than some people earned in a lifetime.

The salesman stepped closer, leaning slightly into the open door.

“This is a highly advanced system, sir,” he began, gesturing toward the array of buttons and displays. “Let me walk you through it.”

He pointed to the cluster of buttons on the steering wheel. “These buttons here handle the basics—volume, answering calls, and voice commands,”

“Hold this one down, and you can ask the system for stuff like directions or to change the temperature. It’s super easy to use.”

Asher ran his thumb over the buttons, each giving a subtle click.

“Now, check this out,” the salesman said, gesturing toward the center screen. “This is your infotainment system. It does navigation, music, and all the car settings. You can swipe through the menus like on a tablet or use this dial down here if you don’t want fingerprints on the screen.”

His eyes shifted to the display. “And what about this one?” he asked, motioning toward the screen behind the wheel.

“That’s your digital instrument cluster,” the salesman explained with a grin. “You can customize it to show your speed, engine stats, or even throw the map up there. Makes it easy to keep your eyes on the road and still know what’s going on.”

Asher tilted his head, staring at the glowing interface.

“And this?” he asked, pointing to a red toggle switch near the gear selector.

“Ah, that’s for your drive modes,” the salesman said, his grin widening.

“You’ve got options for Comfort, Sport, and Off-Road. Switch to Sport, and this thing transforms into a beast. Sharper throttle, tighter suspension—it’s like driving a supercar.”

Asher’s fingers hovered over the switch but didn’t press it.

The salesman leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “But if you really want to see the full potential, there’s a Race mode. It’s hidden for safety, of course, but with a few tweaks, you can unlock it.”

“Race mode?” Asher raised a brow, a hint of intrigue crossing his face.

Lucy, lounging in the passenger seat, rolled her eyes and commanded

“Unlock it . He deserves the best—nothing less.” her tone left no room for argument.

The salesman blinked, caught off guard by her strong presence, but quickly nodded.

“Of course, ma’am. It’s a hidden feature for safety reasons, but I’ll activate it for you.”

He leaned into the car, navigating the console with quick, and did some tweaks.

After a moment, a new icon lit up on the dashboard—a red flag with the words Race Mode Enabled.

“Now you’ve got access to the full performance capabilities,”

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VROOOOM!

The SUV drove smoothly onto the road, the engine humming softly in Comfort mode.

Lucy leaned back in her seat beside him, her gaze shifting between his calm demeanor and the road ahead.

“You’re not bad at this,” she said casually, but there was a note of approval in her voice.

“I used to drive for a pizza place,” he responded, half smiling. “But back then, it was just a minivan. Nothing like this.”

“A minivan, huh? That’s a far cry from this one.”

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, no flashy dashboard or leather seats. Just a beat-up old van with a couple of pizzas in the back.”

Lucy smirked. “Guess you’ve come a long way since then.”

He scratched his head, a faint sigh escaping his lips. It wasn’t him who had come a long way; he was just being spoiled by a super-rich woman. Nothing more, nothing less.

‘Now I feel like I’m just being spoiled rotten,’ he muttered under his breath.

The thought lingered briefly before he pushed it aside. There was no point dwelling on it. In the end, this wasn’t his car—he was just the driver.

Lucy shot him a curious look. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just…” he trailed off, his eyes back on the road. “Just thinking.”

She didn’t push him further, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. She knew the drastic changes in his lifestyle were overwhelming, but she couldn’t resist.

Spoiling him made her super happy—and she could afford to do it.

“Well, how about a kiss as payment for the car?” she suggested with a playful gleam in her eyes.

He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden playful challenge. He glanced at her, then back to the road, a low chuckle escaping him.

“Is that how it works now?”

Lucy’s gaze didn’t shift, a hint of mischief in her expression. “Seems fair to me.”

He glanced at the traffic ahead, which had come to a slow crawl, then turned to Lucy.

After a moment, he leaned slightly in her direction, his eyes meeting hers.

Without a word, she reached out, cupping his cheek gently, and kissed him.

Her lips met his gently, staying there for a moment longer than usual, as if she wanted to hold onto the feeling just a little bit more.

She hadn’t expected much, but then Asher surprised her when his tongue started teasing the inside of her mouth.

It was playful, unexpected, and a little daring, catching her off guard in the best way..

She mirrored his movements, her tongue curling to meet his as they moved together. The kiss grew deeper, very intimate, as they swirled and intertwined, each moment a fresh spark of connection.

Meanwhile, Asher, acting completely out of character, felt his head growing heavy. The closeness, the taste of her saliva, made him dizzy, almost intoxicated by the rush.

He wanted more, but both of them knew kissing while driving was a bad idea—demons or not.

When she pulled back, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “How about we do it more later?” she asked, her voice low, teasing.

Asher let out a soft sigh, his eyes on the road.

“Sure,” he replied with casual tone.

Lucy giggled, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She couldn’t help but feel that every penny spent was absolutely worth it.

At the same time, she felt a sense of superiority. It was satisfying knowing she could act this way with Asher while Yuki was stuck in the apartment, left out of it all.