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Fuyumi's face went blank as soon as they stopped in front of a famous and luxurious designer brands only mall. Her blue eyes immediately looked at Koko, who had a bored expression on his face.


"Too bad the other designer mall is closed. They had better brands there." He sighed. She gave him a look of disbelief. "These rich men." She breathed out, massaging her temples.


"I won't be able to afford anything here, Koko. I don't think I can even afford their bottled water." Fuyumi stated, a sheepish smile tugging on the corners of her lips.


"Did I ask?"


Her mouth went agape at his question. "I- uhm. You didn't." She answered with a stutter.


"Exactly. I took you to the mall, so it's natural that I pay for your stuff." Koko muttered as he removed his seatbelt. "Stuff? I don't really need anything." She answered. Her breathing hitched as Kokonoi leaned forward towards her, their faces just inches away as he unbuckled her seatbelt for her.


"Well, if you want to work for us, you need to change your wardrobe, darling." Her cheeks flushed in a bright red tint as Koko tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Now, let's go." He whispered, his breath tickling her ear lobe.


They entered the mall side by side, a pair of men following them around. "Let's go here." Koko ordered, pointing at a high-end boutique. Fuyumi took a nervous gulp as they entered the spacious boutique.


"Hmmmm. This, and this, and this." He murmured as he snatched three different dresses from a clothing rack. "Help her into these." He ordered the lady by the fitting room. Fuyumi took one good look at the price tag and her knees were already buckling.


"Koko, are you sure? 'Cause I--"


"Just try 'em on, sweetheart. Stop worrying over shit." Koko uttered, making Fuyumi take a deep breath and heave a sigh. The impatient man stayed in his seat as he waited for the girl to walk out. It has only been two minutes, but to him it felt like an hour. He covered his face with his hands, tapping his foot continuously on the floor.


"I don't think this suits me. Should I try the other one?" Koko sighed upon hearing her voice. "Finally--"


"Whoooo. Damn."  He whistled as he took the view in. There she stood, wearing a tight fitting, thin-strapped, satin dress that was at least three inches above her knees and had a plunging neckline; exposing her plump breasts and cleavage.