James couldn't help but laugh when he heard Tailsa mention taking out a loan. Did she really have such little faith in him? He was merely concerned about not spending enough and getting a smaller refund. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford it.
He chuckled and gently flicked Tailsa's nose, ready to agree to buy her the car. But seeing the longing in her eyes, a thought struck him. Her willingness to use all her savings, even considering a loan, showed her deep desire for this convertible.
Given that, he could act as a bank and lend her the money. Then he could employ her to take care of his daily needs, say for 20,000 a month, just 240,000 a year. That way, wouldn't he be getting her services for free for over a decade?
Imagining their future cohabitation, James's smile grew even more playful. However, two minor issues arose. First, he was unsure if lending money counted as spending. Second, if she couldn't bear it and sold the car to repay him, would the system consider it cheating?
James was cautious and, after some deliberation, decided not to take the risk. He had plenty of money anyway, and there was no need to exploit the campus belle so blatantly. They were classmates, after all. It was fine to take a little advantage, but not too much.
He devised a compromise, saying, "I want five 'obedience cards' from you."
Tailsa was momentarily confused, asking blankly, "What obedience cards?"
"I agree to buy you this car. In exchange, you write me five cards promising to obey me," James lifted Tailsa's chin, mischievously adding, "Each time I use a card, you must completely follow my instructions. Do you understand what I mean?"
Tailsa froze, her mind instantly filled with dirty thoughts. She guessed this scoundrel might have watched too many adult movies and wanted to try some kinky role-play.
Her cheeks flushed, and she bashfully glared at James, huffing, "Nothing too extreme, I... I don't like that."
James feigned innocence, "Sweetheart, what are you thinking? I meant things related to daily life, like laundry, cooking, chores for a week, things like that." He widened his eyes dramatically, "You weren't thinking of that, were you?"
Tailsa was instantly mortified, pounding her small fists against James's shoulder. Finding her attacks ineffective, she resorted to trying to bite his arm, abandoning her ladylike demeanor.
James quickly dodged, laughing and apologizing. Their playful banter created a warm atmosphere.
Perla, however, found it exceedingly difficult to watch. She couldn't help but think how some women had it so easy, just doing a month's worth of chores to get a Turbo S. Meanwhile, she had to face her manager's moods every day and smile obsequiously at clients. Like today, witnessing someone else's Prince Charming, she was force-fed a huge dose of bitterness.
Her mindset had totally collapsed. She began having all sorts of unconventional thoughts. She was starting to consider taking shortcuts in life. This was especially true after seeing James embrace Tailsa, his gaze full of tenderness. She secretly made up her mind about something. In the face of such an outstanding man, it was worth fighting for. There was no law against stealing a boyfriend.
The two didn't appear married anyway; couples wouldn't engage in such playful things as obedience cards.
Perla's mind settled, and she smiled at the couple, "Excuse me, Mr. King, are you sure you want to purchase this car?"
Occupied with teasing Tailsa, James waved her off with one hand, "The card's with you, just charge it."
"Then please follow me to sign the contract. I can offer you some special discounts," Perla hinted. She wanted to get James alone in the office to see if he was interested in her. She was confident in her looksâslim waist, long legs, and a great figure. She had even practiced the splits while modeling. Given the chance, she too could write him obedience cards and do anything he wanted.
James didn't catch her hidden meaning. He had no interest in women who didn't offer system rewards when they were below 90 points. Ready to get down to business, he stopped Tailsa's antics and, holding her hand, gestured to Perla, "Let's go then."
Perla smiled, "Only the buyer needs to sign. I'll get a key for the lady so she can experience the car's craftsmanship."
Tailsa was tempted, but since the car was practically hers, there was no rush. Moreover, seeing the saleswoman's flirtatious smiles, she didn't feel comfortable leaving James alone with her.
"No need, I'll go with you," she said.
James pointed at Tailsa, asking Perla curiously, "She's the owner, doesn't she need to sign?"
Perla was slightly taken aback, "You mean you want to register the car in her name?"
She had assumed the car was just being bought for the girl to drive. Once the vehicle was registered, the ownership legally belonged to the woman. Who would spend over three million to buy a car for a fling? The man's casual attitude suggested the money was just a drop in the bucket.
Perla's gaze towards James turned into something more intense.
"Yes, I was planning to transfer the money to her for her to buy it, but large transfers are a hassle, and I didn't want her to wait," James explained, smiling fondly at Tailsa.
Tailsa, suppressing her excitement, cast a flirtatious glance at James, "It's not like I couldn't wait."
James grinned mischievously, "Then why were you rushing me so much this morning?"
"You're so annoying," Tailsa pouted, reaching out to pinch him.
Perla wasn't interested in their morning activities. Seeing his reluctance to be alone with her, she felt a pang of frustration. "Alright then, please follow me, and I'll handle the paperwork."
The trio returned to the showroom's guest room.
Perla had someone bring tea, then presented the purchase contract and POS machine. After explaining the lifetime free maintenance, complimentary gifts, and 20,000 gas card, James promptly made the payment.
When the transaction was successful, and all paperwork was completed, Tailsa still felt like she was in a dream, clutching the pen tightly, unwilling to return it, as if letting go would make the car disappear.
She never imagined her first car would be a 911, let alone a fully-loaded 911 that was entirely hers.
As she walked out of the guest room in a daze, the showroom staff lined up on both sides, bowing and smiling, "Congratulations on becoming a distinguished Porsche owner. May the black horse and golden shield guard your noble life."
Then the sales manager led the applause, a group celebration.
Tailsa was completely overwhelmed, at a loss for words.
When the saleswoman who kept ogling her man lowered her head and presented the keys with both hands, Tailsa finally snapped back to reality.
She received the keys with trembling hands, basking in the envious gazes, feeling like she was on cloud nine.
But she didn't forget that all of this was thanks to James.
Unable to resist, she turned and hugged James, burying her face in his chest, asking hopefully, "Is this real, honey? Am I dreaming?"
"It's real, it's real. If you were dreaming, you'd have woken up the moment you asked that question," James chuckled, reassuring her.
Now truly at ease, Tailsa gazed at the handsome man before her and couldn't help but ask the classic question, "Darling, why are you so good to me?"