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How to collect them, what to collect, when to start, and when to stop—all of this was decided by Mochizuki Oboro alone.
This is because the initial contact might be too far removed from common sense, and without psychological expectation, one might easily feel that Mochizuki Ryou is committing a crime.
Therefore, Tralock first demonstrated how to cooperate with "material gathering" so that Nitocris could follow suit.
"See the sofa? Just sit over there, it's about to begin," said Mochizuki Oboro, taking out paper and pen.
Nitocris nodded: "Okay."
Sitting next to Mochizuki Oboro, Tralock, in a completely unexpected manner, began feeding the waiter his dinner.
"The methods used last time were a bit too extreme, so consider this a small compensation to you."
Tralock said with a half-smile, "Of course, I will not repent for the actions themselves."
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Chapter 116 Nitocris
"I'm telling you, aren't you being a little too capricious?"
Nitocris, who was sitting on the sofa as a model, said, "If we cooperated under normal conditions, you would definitely earn a lot more."
Just by working as a model once, one can gain a dominant position in a contract...
Nitocris could understand it, after all, the waiter before her did possess a unique charm.
If Traloc really likes this, then it's normal to spend some money to please him; this is a common occurrence.
However, using a contract as a condition for negotiation to have Nitocris as a model is a bit too extravagant. You could hire a professional model countless times for the same amount of money.
“Money has lost its meaning for me,” Traloc said, speaking with outrageous extravagance. “If this money can make my priests happy, then why not use it?”
"Miss Nitocris is concerned about something else."
While painting, Mochizuki Oboro said, "Why put personal interests above company interests, right?"
Nitocris chimed in, "Yes, I can't understand that. I think it's incompetent behavior."
Tralock rested his head on Mochizuki's lap, looking languid: "I guess it's part of the company culture."
The Aztec chairman also pursues "fun" things, especially loving battles and trials.
As for the vice president, Tralock was actually in a similar situation.
Chairman Tescatlipoca allowed Tralock to make his own decisions within certain limits, and even the lowest standards could guarantee sufficient profits. Now that the money has been allocated to Nitocris, it just means they will earn less, not that they won't earn any.
Unlike typical companies, Aztec has few responsible shareholders; the vast majority of profits end up in the pockets of the chairman and two vice-chairmen.
This order was handled by Tralock, and no one else could tell how much he made or how little he earned.
Rounding it off, it meant spending his own money to please Mochizuki, so Tralock felt no guilt whatsoever.
Nitocris clicked her tongue in amazement: "Your corporate culture is quite unique."
There is still debate about whether mature women or lolis are more popular, but most people would not refuse a fair-skinned and beautiful young girl.
But Nitocris's charm is not affected by skin color; on the contrary, she possesses an exotic beauty that is hard for others to match.
Her tan skin exudes a healthy and vibrant beauty, possessing an undeniable and unique advantage amidst a sea of pure white skin.
Her voluptuous yet delicate and well-proportioned figure surpasses that of over 99% of models, and her two firm and rounded nipples are perfectly developed; one can almost imagine how they would feel to hold just by looking at them.
A slender waist that could be envied by most women, a hip curve that would make most women jealous, and long, shapely legs that you could admire for a whole year without getting tired of them...
Her long, flowing purple hair was as beautiful and smooth as silk, her captivating features exuded intelligence and maturity, and she had two adorable bright red lines on her cheeks.
"Do you like it?" Tralock quietly got up, leaned against Mochizuki Ryou's back, and his lips almost touched Mochizuki Ryou's earlobe.
The full, soft texture spreads slightly under pressure, carrying a sweet and intoxicating aroma.
"I like it." Mochizuki Oboro's hand movements remained unaffected, exquisitely capturing Nitocris's essence.
Skin tone, physique, expression... every detail is exquisite, bringing Nitocris to life on the paper, making it a top-notch realistic painting.
"His skill level is much better than before."
Tralock put his arm around Mochizuki Oboro's waist: "How about I get you another one?"
"it is good."
"Between her and me, who do you prefer?" Tralock persisted.
Mochizuki Oboro replied, "Your beauty is different."
“Let me throw a little tantrum,” Tralock said with a slight smile. “But if I had to give you a choice, what would you say?”
As a Servant, Nitocris could naturally hear what the two were saying, and immediately showed a subtle expression.
It seemed rather strange that Nitocris could earn those profits simply by being a model once, something she had previously wondered about.
Now it seems things are not so simple after all—Nitocris feels she has become part of their interaction.
"I can't choose." Mochizuki Oboro said calmly, "I think you're all equally beautiful."
Nitocris: ? ? ?
What is this guy talking about? Aren't these two in a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship?
It's obvious we should praise Tralock, right? She's the one who paid for it!
However, even Tralock's reaction exceeded Nitocris's expectations.
Tralock's face showed no anger or annoyance, but rather some curiosity: "You like this skin tone?"
“I only like beauty,” Mochizuki Oboro said. “I have no particular prejudice against people of Asian or Caucasian descent, or even those with tan skin like Miss Nitocris.”
“Let’s save my discussion for when you two are alone,” Nitocris coughed lightly. “When did you two get together?”
“We’re not a couple yet,” Mochizuki Oboro replied.
"what?"
……
Thanks to his multitasking ability, the painting was already completed by the time Mochizuki Oboro explained the relationship.
"This, this is it."
Nitocris scratched her cheek somewhat awkwardly: "I thought you were being kept by Tralock."
"I did try," Tralock said, "but it ended in failure."
"My personal style of doing things is rather eccentric, so it's normal for Miss Nitocris to have this kind of thought."
Mochizuki Oboro put away his brush and turned the painting over for Nitocris to see: "Thank you for your cooperation."
Looking at her lifelike reflection on the paper, Nitocris felt she understood everything.
With his unique demeanor and exceptional skill... he must be an art fanatic!
Adding to the "beauty" that Mochizuki Oboro mentioned during her conversation with Tralock, Nitocris became even more certain of her guess.
This is not surprising.
"You noticed? You're quite perceptive."
Tralock took out the contract, filled in the data, and signed his name neatly: "I won't keep anyone here anymore. I need to have a good talk with my priest."
“I hope you get what you want.” Nitocris signed her name as well.
Fingerprinting, making copies... many procedures had been prepared beforehand, so the contract was signed very quickly, taking only a few minutes.
After putting the contract away, Nitocris waved her hand and said, "Don't go too far, Mochizuki-kun is still just a student."
As a business rival, Nitocris was actually very familiar with Tralock's personal information.
It's quite rare that Tralock, who had never been interested in the opposite sex, would fall for someone like that.
Nitocris admitted that Tralock had good taste. If Camelot hadn't beaten her to it, she would have seriously considered poaching Mochizuki Oboro for her own company.
"No need to see me out. You can stay at the door and eavesdrop if you want," Tralock said deliberately, his words ambiguous.
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Chapter 117 Tralock: Quantum, Delicious
The number of people in the room returned to two.
Today, Tralock is a customer who specifically requests the service of Mochizuki Oboro, who works as a waitress.
In other words, Tlaloc has the right to make demands within reasonable limits.
After dinner, Tralock looked at him with a teasing expression: "Remember what happened last time in this spot?"
"I remember. This is where I lost my first kiss."
Wang Yuelong sat on the sofa, resting her chin on her hand: "Let's make it clear beforehand that I can directly refuse unreasonable requests from guests."
"Don't worry, I won't use any force against you in the future." Tralock stretched his waist, revealing his beautiful curves.
Mochizuki asked, "Have you changed your tactics?"
"It's my priest who's changed. I'm not that oblivious."
Tralock lifted Mochizuki Oboro's chin with his fingertips: "You used to be a bit resistant and passive, but now it seems like those restrictions are gone. Although I don't know who did it, I feel a little uneasy."
"Isn't this good?" Mochizuki Oboro asked, "It will be more proactive and I can also cooperate with some of your ideas."
Tralock's fingers slid down, probing towards Mochizuki Ryou's collarbone: "I'd rather you became the one who is like me. Tell me, what has happened since we last met that relates to this?"
Mochizuki Oboro grasped Tralock's wrist, stopping her restless little movements: "There are two main things."
……
"Tsk." Tralock was very annoyed.
Mochizuki Oboro omitted the names of Sajou Aika and BB, only mentioning that they had passed by.
Intuitively, although she didn't know who the person she had a relationship with was, she felt that it was most likely related to Aika Sajou.
"Come on, follow me into the room."
"What?"
"Change into your swimsuit and come swim with me."
Tralock took off his sunglasses: "I prepared my swim trunks after I got your data last time."
The suite's private pool is neither too big nor too small, located in the center of the lobby. When needed, a switch can be pressed to open the transparent glass floor that acts as an insulator.
There are no other options for Mochizuki Oboro.
Aside from its exceptionally large size, Tralock's room doesn't have many unusual or strange decorations.
Everything is designed with "livability" in mind; there are no fancy or superficial items.
The spatial layout and color scheme are all designed to make people feel very comfortable at first glance.
"We'll record your biometrics later, so you can just come and stay whenever you need to."
Tralock opened the wardrobe. "If you've brought anyone with you, don't come into my room. Go to the guest room. This master bedroom is for you and me only."
Sitting in a chair, Mochizuki Oboro watched Tralock choosing a swimsuit: "Do I need to pay anything?"
"I'll pay later." Tralock placed several swimsuits on the bed. "Which one do you like?"
One-piece, three-piece, racing... all of these are types that Mochizuki Oboro is interested in.
Since discovering Mochizuki Oboro's interests and sexual inclinations, Tralock, Sajou Aika, and others have been setting questions based on the answers.
Mochizuki glanced around and took out a new one from the wardrobe.
"Bunny girl? You like this?"
Tralock was slightly surprised. He had only bought the swimsuit to complete the collection, and he hadn't expected Mochizuki Oboro to choose it.
"I've read enough doujinshi already, I want to change to something new." Mochizuki Oboro opened the wardrobe with the words "Dear Priestess~" on it and casually picked up a pair of swim trunks.
Tralock nodded knowingly: "No problem."
"I'll go outside to change."
Just as Mochizuki was about to leave the room, the door closed automatically.
“Let’s change them together.” Tralock smiled. “Right here.”