"Should've bought more proper clothes…"
The day of The Dream Series race is finally here, coincidentally, it also happens at the same time as Suzuka's debut race. It takes a lot of convincing to get the girls to let him go to the Dream Series. McQueen was emitting a very dangerous aura at that time, and the young man had to call URA PMC to help him escape.
I could buy them some souvenirs.
The young man is looking at himself in the mirror. He is wearing a newly ironed shirt and pants. He sprays himself with perfume, although knowing one of his skills, it'll probably be better if he doesn't, considering he wants to ask something of Ramonu, who is an Uma.
"No use regretting things now."
The young man finished his preparation before exiting his room and the trainer's dorms.
"Going out for a date, sir? Consent is important for both parties. If you say no at any time during the date, you will have grounds to defend yourself in court."
"Oookaaayyy…?"
Man, these people are like NPCs that keep giving me hints, but it's just weird hints for some reason. It doesn't have anything to do with how to train my Umas.
The young man exited the periphery of the dorm and made his way toward the gate. As usual, Tazuna is standing there, ready to greet people. Thankfully, this time the man has come prepared, as he brought an umbrella with him.
"Oh my, Tazuna? Such a cruel fate for a fair lady like you to be baked under the sun."
"Ah… Good morning again."
"Don't worry, I've come prepared."
The young man opens the umbrella and hands it over to Tazuna.
"With this, your fair skin will be protected from the harshness of the sun."
"Ah… Mmhh… Thank you…"
"Anything for such a fine woman as yourself."
As if she sensed that her man had made a move on some other woman, Ramonu finally rolls into Tracen Academy's gate in her Jaguar.
All eyes were on her when she stepped out of the car. The difference between the young man and the supermodel can't be clearer. The young man was wearing a formal casual outfit, something you wear to work in an office, while the supermodel was wearing a gala dress.
She was wearing a black silk dress with a high-slit on the right side and a deep open back. The open back reaches far down, clearly to allow her tail to come out, but her tail is just above her heavenly valley. If the young man dared, he could see heaven by flipping her tail. For the front entertainment, her dress offers a diamond-shaped window to see a glimpse of her lovely mountains. The dress wasn't pure black either. As it started to go down, more and more pieces of glittering diamonds were etched into the fabric, creating an illusion of a starry night. Of course, she also wears her complimentary accessories such as a necklace, bracelets, and a purse.
"Good morning, my dear~~ I do hope I didn't make you wait for too long."
"Ah… No… I'm… Uh… I wasn't waiting at all."
The young man loses his ability to speak when being approached by Ramonu at her full strength.
"Shall we?"
Ramonu extends her arm toward the young man. The scene is a complete reversal of how it normally is, with the prince being invited by the Queen, and the young man was feeling the same way. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the Queen's hand. The Queen smiles when her prince's hand lands on hers as she closes her fingers firmly around it. Like a venus flytrap after an insect lands on it.
The young man enters the car first, while Ramonu stays behind for a moment. She turns around toward the woman in green and speaks.
"Greetings, Miss Tazuna. Thank you for your hard work as always. My partner and I will be having a pleasant day. Sorry for intruding."
"Ah… Yes…"
I forgot to ask for his name again…
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"So there are still scalpers for expensive items too, huh…"
"If there's a monetary value to gain and demands, those people will use it. Quite sad for those who truly want to watch the Dream Series."
"Are there no systems to prevent them from buying tickets?"
"There are, but human ingenuity goes both ways. When there's a will, there's a way, as they say."
The expensive car rolls up to the stadium, which is already swarming with people. The most striking amongst these people are those who are shaking tickets around and yelling out prices for them. These prices aren't cheap at all. In fact, the markup for them is simply bizarre. The reason they can comfortably set up such a high price is that they know there exists a market for it—dedicated fans and Uma racing enthusiasts, who miss both the online and offline sales.
"You didn't buy from them, did you?"
"Ufufufu~~ Of course not. I have my own way, dear."
The car was parked, and both passengers exited. Eyes are immediately drawn, first to the fanciness of the car, and then to the beauty of its passengers. Gasps and murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire about Ramonu's beauty.
"Dear, come now."
Ramonu wraps her arms around the young man's arm and guides him forward. All the attention has now shifted from Ramonu onto the couple. This causes the young man to feel inadequate. How come he is not? The difference in their vibes, looks, clothes, and all is like heaven and hell.
"Be confident, dear. You look stunning."
"Not as much as yours."
"Ufufu~~ You little flirt."
The couple walks up to the VIP entry booth, and Ramonu proceeds to hand over 2 golden tickets. The booth worker scans the ticket thoroughly as if his life depends on it, and a few minutes later, he opens the gate and lets the couple enter.
The VIP gate led to a single, uninterrupted hallway with an elevator at the end. The hallway is adorned with paintings of famous and important races. The floor is covered by a cloud-like red carpet with gold lines on its edges, and the hallway is lit with orange light. Both of these features give the air-conditioned hallway a sensation of warmth.
"Do you want to see the paintings first, dear?"
"Ah… No! I don't know if I can ever stay calm knowing that we might miss the race."
"Ufufufu~~ Such a cutie~"
The couple enters the lift before Ramonu presses the highest floor. The door of the lift closes in complete silence as if there were no mechanical construct to it at all. The electrical humming of the motor was deafened by the classy jazz playing inside the lift. The travel was as smooth as the jazz, and before the young man knew it, they were at the top.
The door swings open, and they enter a room that overlooks the course. Unlike the viewing platform below, anyone seeing from the VIP platform will have an unobstructed view of the entire course. There are, of course, snacks and refreshments for everyone here that can be taken to heart's content.
"This place is amazing."
The young man said as he stood right behind the thick glass that separated him from the outside world. Ramonu looks at him from behind, sensing his enthusiasm within her. She couldn't help but smile at how contagious it was. She sneaks behind him, puts her arms around his waist, and rests her chin on his shoulder.
"You will watch one of the most amazing races in the world, dear."
"I can sense it."
"Ufufu~~"
The young man is oblivious to the grinding Ramonu was doing with the lower part of her body.
As the couple was fully engrossed in the scene in front of them, the lift behind them rang one more time, and someone entered the room. Long brown hair with an unmistakable white crescent on her bangs. The Uma who entered the room had been one of the Umas who tried to enter the dream series just like Ramonu, but had to admit defeat after her many failures.
"Ah… Ramonu…"
"There you are, Rudolph."