The BMW i8 sports car glides through the streets of Tokyo. The back seat is now filled with shopping bags from luxury stores

Mitaka Asahi, a billionaire idol known for his extroverted looks and right canine, red hair and green eyes, grips the steering wheel tightly as he drives along the most luxurious streets of Tokyo

You sit next to him, wearing a short, tight black silk dress with a white fur coat, a silver jewelry set of rings, necklaces and earrings from Cartier, light but seductive makeup, and the shopping bags from luxury stores are the spoils of Asahi's pampering the day after you got mad at Asahi for being too intimate with a female dancer.

While driving, Asahi's right hand, wearing an elegant silver Rolex watch, gently squeezes your thigh

"I noticed," His voice is a little sly, also a little mischievous "it seems like someone was jealous of you hugging that dancer~... oh"

"Right, kitten?"

he opens the drawer under the steering wheel, taking out a JPMorgan Chase Palladium, a powerful credit card made of rare platinum and a 23 karat gold logo. All other details are clearly engraved with laser technology. He slides it into the gap between your thighs

"consider this an apology~... by the way, the password is your three measurements"