Sugar Mommy?

Haruto's eyes flickered to the system interface that appeared before him, outlining the new quest that had him slightly taken aback. 

[Quest: Catching A Sugar Mommy Part I]

[Description: The target, Asuka Inoue, has suggested a shopping trip for new clothes. Inoue is a good and attentive boss—make her happy, and you might just catch yourself a sugar mommy!]

[Objective: Use this opportunity to increase the target's Deprivation Matrix or decrease her Seduction and Mental Manipulation resistance. The quest finished when the time limit ended.]

[Rewards: 150 EXP, 5,000 Sex Coins, Skill: Charm Of Seduction.]

[Time Limit: 2 hours 59 seconds.]

Haruto scanned the details with a frown. The objective was simple enough, but unlike Chiyo, Inoue didn't have the kind of libido he could easily play with. 

His mind raced with options. 'This isn't going to be as straightforward.'

'Guess I'll need to use some of the items in my inventory,' he thought, his confidence shaken for a moment. 

'Is this because of what that idiot Kota said earlier? That dumbass really got into my head.' Haruto's hand clenched slightly. 

He'd always been afraid of being exposed as a fraud, a handsome face covering a man filled with self-doubt. 

'No, I can't afford to think like this. If I want my revenge, I have to stay focused.'

His attention shifted as the system chimed again, signaling his next move.

[Ding! Target acquired.]

[Target Information:]

[Name: Mari Hayazawa]

[Age: 18 years old]

[Status: Virgin]

[Libido Percentage: 5%]

Once the new target was locked in, Haruto steeled his nerves and turned his focus back to Asuka Inoue. 

"Sure, Mrs. Inoue, but I'm still on the clock," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. 

Though he already knew what her answer would be, he played the role of a diligent employee.

"It's fine," Inoue said with a dismissive wave. 

"I've heard from Kitagawa that you're a hard-working employee. It's just your first day, so, let's slack off a bit, shall we?" 

She gave him a sly smile, her tone light, but Haruto could tell there was more to it than casual amusement.

Before long, the two of them left the store, heading toward another boutique. Inoue's store was stylish but focused on everyday clothes, with no uniforms for the employees. 

However, one requirement was non-negotiable: every staff member had to be attractive, personable, and friendly without being intrusive. 

It was a formula that had garnered her store an impressive customer base.

As they walked side by side, Inoue unexpectedly slipped her arm through his, pulling him close. 

Haruto stiffened for a moment before he quickly composed himself. 

"We'll go to my friend's store," she said with a playful tone. "She's a designer, and her clothes are top quality. I think you'll find something that suits you."

Haruto allowed a smile to cross his lips, his mind racing with possibilities. "I'll let you take the lead, Mrs. Inoue. You know best when it comes to fashion."

Inoue's sudden intimacy surprised him, but he wasn't about to let the opportunity slip. 'She made the first move,' he thought, his confidence growing. 

As they arrived at the boutique, Haruto couldn't help but notice how much fancier it was compared to Inoue's own store. 

He felt a slight pang of anxiety creep in, remembering that despite the money he had, most of it was spent pampering his sister or supporting Chiyo for daily household needs. 

The idea of buying designer clothes in a place like this was far from his usual spending habits.

'There's no way she'll just pay for everything… right?' he thought, unsure of how to navigate this situation.

But before his worries could spiral further, Inoue chuckled softly beside him. 

"You don't have to worry, Haruto." 

"I'll be the one paying today," she said, her voice light but knowing, as if she had already guessed what was going through his mind.

Haruto widened his eyes, not because she would buy him all the clothes, it was just because she called him by his first name. 

As if she understood what was on his mind, she continued, "It's fine if I call you Haruto, right? You can call me Asuka too, for the sake of creating bonds." she winked. 

Haruto's face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "I see… It's fine by me then. But,  you really don't have to pay for me, Mrs. Inoue. I still have enough—"

Asuka cut him off with a playful smack on his arm. "Nonsense. I'm the one who brought you here, so of course I'll be the one to pay. Now stop fussing and start calling me Asuka." With that, she gently nudged him forward into the store.

The boutique staff greeted Inoue like an old friend, offering them a private VIP room. As they settled in, Asuka began picking out clothes for him, her eyes glinting with excitement. 

After a few moments, she held up a sleek black hoodie with striking red strings and a bold chain-like design along the sleeves.

"This place has a lot of casual styles, so don't worry too much," she said, holding the hoodie up to him, assessing its fit against his frame.

"Try this one on," she smiled warmly.

Haruto nodded, accepting the garment. Quietly, he slipped into the changing room and began undressing, hanging the hoodie on a hook. 

He hadn't even taken off his shirt fully when the door creaked open behind him. His eyes widened as he saw Asuka reflected in the mirror, stepping inside with a mischievous smile.

"I got bored," she said nonchalantly. "Why don't I help you out? Now turn around."

Haruto was momentarily taken aback, but he quickly composed himself, raising an eyebrow as if to play along with her game. 

He turned to face her, his chest bare, his muscles tense but controlled.

Asuka's eyes glinted with interest as she slowly approached him. "Oh my," she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly across his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. 

"You've been hiding a body like this under all those layers?"

The lightness of her touch made him shiver involuntarily.

In her other hand, she held a measuring tape, though it seemed more like a prop as her fingers wandered further, tracing the line of his neck. 

Sensitive to her touch, Haruto caught her wandering hand, bringing it to his lips. He kissed her fingertips, his lips brushing her skin just enough to make her pulse quicken. 

"Are you trying to tempt me, Mrs. Asuka?" he growled, his voice deep and laced with intent.

Asuka didn't miss a beat, her smile deepening as she replied, "Do you object?"

Haruto's smirk returned. "Not at all." He spun her around swiftly, pressing her back against the wall, caging her between his body and the cold surface. 

The air between them crackled with tension, his hands firmly gripping her hips as he leaned in closer, his lips barely an inch from her ear.

"But don't blame me for what happens next," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Asuka giggled, the sound light but filled with anticipation. 

"Oh my, I'm so scared now," she teased, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm, though her body betrayed her excitement, leaning into his warmth as if she was ready to be devoured by the wolf she had willingly provoked.