Suited His Tastes
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Rochelle's long curly hair hung just above his face. Her snow-white skin was showing somewhat and her red lips were exceptionally gorgeous and extremely provocative.
It had been 752 days since he last touched her.
He was never the kind of man who had strong desires and frequently had little carnal needs. For him, women were much less fun compared to guns.
Rochelle was the only woman who could easily conquer him.
His first meeting with Rochelle was at a racetrack.
That day, he happened to have a disagreement with his father and was given a severe beating. He was in a particularly foul mood and so went to the track where he used to go racing.
Few could beat him in terms of technique.
On that day, however, a racecar caught up behind him not long after he started driving. A tacit race thus began as soon as the other car kept the same speed as him.
He had a wild way of driving, but he did not expect that car to drive wilder than him.