NOVEL NEXT Chapter 57: 57
"Why would a game like this need Know Your Customer authentication?" Yuki muttered, half-laughing in disbelief, but his curiosity overruled his suspicion instantly. It was rare you see such a porn game where one could invest.
Maybe that old man was right after all making a fortune and a living from playing hentai porn.
His thumb hovered for a second hesitant, then he shook his head asking what could be the worse that could happen. He tapped the 'KYC Verification' button, the next thing, his phone screen dimmed and a simple but intricate interface opened up, like something from an online bank or government portal.
He skimmed through the information they asked for, replying each and every with caution. It was already weird that a game was asking him for his national ID number, more weird that he needed to add his face for verification. Input it all in a rush, he gave it on last glance at the screen after responding to the fill in the gap query.
Full legal name: Yuki Mori
Date of birth: 21, July, 2004
National ID number: 0843 9261 3740
He got to the address section, confused whether to write in the hostel he lodged in address or his home address. Hence, he left it blank.
Address:
Face ID verification
"I think I'm insane," He murmured, shaking his head slightly but continuing regardless. He copied his ID number from his photo archive. When it came to the face ID, he turned the front camera on, trying to angle his face under the car's interior lighting, at the same time, avoiding questions from Renji.
The screen scanned him, then flashed
"Verification Processing..."
The moment he hit submit, a faint chime played through his phone, somewhat one from high-end app alert. The text on screen read:
Your identity is under review. Expected completion: 24 hours. In the meantime, feel free to continue using Lustbound: Realm of Desire.
Yuki sank into his seat, switching his phone off temporarily and looked outside the window. His head was titled in a perfect comfy spot on the chair and for the moment he was about to close his eyes, the driver's voice resounded.
"We've arrived."
The car came to a stop, the doors automatically pulling open itself and Yuki stepped down. "Holy shit..." He bit his tongue accidentally while he rose his head from the ground to the mansion before him.
It was hard to describe this sort of luxury Renji swam in daily that even his house was far from luxury. His words couldn't explain this. From his left to his right a long stretch of the famous infinity pool that cost more than a billion dollar.
"This is where you live?" He said aloud, more to himself than to Renji. From the back seat, Renji finally had his head raised up from the soft car pillow he rested on and looked up our of the window, unplugging his headset with a smug expression. "Where did you expect me to stay?"
Yuki turned, glaring mildly. "You could house ten struggling families in your garage."
"I do," Renji answered sarcastically, stepping out of the car when Kaito opened the car door for him and moved aside. He stood stretching out his limbs and yawning. "Why would I explain? You can't relate remember? Not on the same class as me."
"Fuck you!" Yuki gave him a deadly middle finger and just about time, Kaito stepped around to the front gate, already inputting a security code. The steel gates parted like they were opening a secret vault.
Yuki's lips parted slightly, muttering to himself now. "This is… insane."
"Lesson room's on the east wing, top floor," Renji said, walking ahead with that usual cocky stride. "Try not to drool all over my floors, alright?"
Yuki smugged a smile, obviously offended he had to keep up with Renji's attitude as his roommate and still tutor him. However, the money and benefits Katashi Kurica offered was something he didn't want to back off.
On his way into the house, he stopped, his eyes catching the red Ferrari marked midway in the garage. There was a skimpy figure getting down from the car, slightly adjusting her skirt. Renji's eyes followed lazily, a little bit lower than usual.
From afar, he saw she was wearing nothing under her extremely mini skirt other than a thin G string which stuck between her two asses. "You didn't tell me mom had visitors. And damn, this visitor is already getting me hard"
Renji drawled, his hands clasped together pretending he had her ass in front of him. He gave the air a slap and turned over to Yuki laughing out loud. Yuki forced a smile, trying to ignore the perfectly toned ass curved against the red ferrari as she tried to get something from the car roof.
"Dude, you have to tell me who that fucking lady is?"
Her body was pressed against the car too soft as she leaned in trying to get to the car roof. Tightly gazing through, she had no bra on either, and her crop top had a deep cleavage showing V neck line.
The late afternoon light caught her ass as the wind lifted up the short tennis skirt to above her thigh level. She reacted quickly, pushing the skirt down to cover her butt. Frustration was clearly written on her face and she sighed loudly, dropping her handbag onto the pavement.
Her head turned and simultaneously, did Renji's gaze turn. "Hey, you in the brown shirt, can you help me?"
Renji instinctively looked back at the lady and then down at his shirt.
Black.
He wasn't wearing brown.
His gaze slowly shifted to Yuki—brown oversized tee, slightly wrinkled, very un-'mansion'—and his jaw flexed.
Clenched.
Tight.
That frustration was instant. His smirk faltered for half a second before he masked it again with a scoff, though Yuki didn't miss the subtle flare in Renji's nostrils.
"Me?" Yuki pointed at himself, half-confused, half-alarmed.
The woman glanced up from her struggle at the hood latch and gave a slight, impatient nod. "Yeah, you. Come help me, please."
Yuki took a small step forward, then looked back at the others for some kind of confirmation—half-expecting someone to say this was all a prank.
Instead, Kaito's voice cut in smoothly. "Go over and help her, Yuki," he said without hesitation.
Then, with a short glance at Renji—whose fists were still clenched at his sides—Kaito added, "Your mother must be waiting for our arrival now, young master. Let's go inside and get you prepared."
Renji narrowed his eyes at Yuki, then turned abruptly with a hiss of irritation under his breath and followed Kaito toward the front doors. Yuki didn't need anyone to tell him he was going to face off Renji later on for getting lucky.
Yuki blinked, swallowed hard, and made his way over to the woman by the Ferrari.
As he approached, The woman, still bent slightly on the car attempting to reach the roof of the car, turned her head and gave a quick nod, her cropped top riding up just a bit more as she struggled with the stuck latch. "This stupid roof won't close. I think it's jammed or maybe it was because of my parfait that spilled on it . Can you try closing it from this side?"
She added, visibly frustrated. She raised her hand up to stop Yuki from saying anything, got into the car and took out her Stanley pink cup from the cup holder in the driver's seat.
She sipped little iced tea and her fingers went to her temple to wipe off the sweat.
"I can try," Yuki replied, tiptoing just the right amount to get his head above the roof latch. "I'm not a car fanatic, but maybe we should try manually shutting it while pressing the button, okay?"
She gave a subtle, weak nod, dropping her Stanley cup on the pavement. In that instant, her crop top slid forward barely holding off her two boobs from showing. The neckline was halfway down her boobs. She flipped her hair, unconcerned and got into the car, not fully but bent over the seat.
"Yeah. Let's try that." She angled her arm under the wheel, brushing her hair away from her face as she leaned in deeper—trying not to bump her forehead on the steering wheel. Her back arched perfectly upwards against the car seat.
Yuki subconsciously looked at her direction, her skirt was above her waist because of the heavy wind revealing her curved ass and the thin G string between those thick beauties. He gulped in, feeling a bulge form on his pants.
"Hey, you want to come take a look? I don't think it's that bad actually."
Yuki's fingers twitched at his side, his eyes darting between her and the open roof. He took a half-step closer, voice hoarse. "Is it… is it really okay for me to—I mean, you're…"
His throat dried out the moment her ass arched a little higher, skirt bunched at her waist like it was never meant to be modest in the first place. He shook his head once, trying to dispel the fog settling in.
Car porns usually began this way, with the lady bent on the driver's seat and the man standing behind her, ramming from her behind. Yuki gulped in, calming his intense hardness of his cock.
He crouched slowly, awkwardly, one hand on the edge of the seat to steady himself as he bent over her body. His chest brushed lightly against her back. They were barely at a distance from which other that he felt her ass perfectly curving in his dick. Her skin was warm. Soft.
She didn't flinch, didn't pull away—if anything, she leaned in further toward the wheel, trying to reach out.
"Press it now?" he murmured, his mouth just beside her ear, his fingers searching for the roof release latch under the dash.
"Yeah," she whispered, voice sultry all of a sudden. "Hold it for a second… like that."
Her breath fanned his cheek, and Yuki didn't know if he was helping with a latch or about to black out from the sheer heat pulsing through his body.
"Got it," Yuki tugged on the button and pressed it in. The car roof slammed shut on its own after some minutes later, and he looked down at the awkward position he was in with a stranger. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean..."
"Can we just stay like this for a little longer? I'm loving your cock on my ass. Mhm -mhm"