Chapter 102: You Simply Don’t Understand Him at All!!!

“What did you just call me?”

Kiyoyuki Tomioka once again scrutinized the young man before him—a handsome, radiant, and noble-looking youth.

The black, tailored aristocratic school uniform fit him perfectly, accentuating a healthy and vibrant aura. He sat upright as if the very surroundings existed only to highlight his presence.

Even the custom-made Honda seemed elevated in status because of him.

There was no denying it: Haruhi Harano’s charm level at 105—far beyond human limits—was instantly comforting to anyone who laid eyes on him. Strangers instinctively regarded him with friendliness from the start.

Regardless of gender.

Even Kiyoyuki Tomioka, who had seen half his life and weathered many storms, had to admit that his daughter had excellent taste. At least on the surface, there was not a single flaw to be found.

Yes, much like himself in his youth—a true heartthrob.

A subtle glint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. First impressions truly mattered.

“Father-in-law? What’s the matter?” Haruhi Harano replied with an air of entitlement.

Being addressed as ‘father-in-law’ after treating his daughter so well was hardly an issue.

“You kid, hahaha! I’ve looked up your profile. Have you been working out lately?”

Surprisingly, Kiyoyuki Tomioka didn’t seem angry.

After all, adults are adults—a young girl like Kiyoyuki Yukino couldn’t compare.

“Yes,” Haruhi Harano nodded, somewhat puzzled. “I’ve been exercising recently. I feel my body getting better and better.”

Indeed, Haruhi Harano now appeared refreshed and vigorous inside and out, a stark contrast to the chubby boy from a few months ago.

[Name: Haruhi Harano]

[Intelligence: 62 (Above average)]

[Charm: 105 (No need to look further—Hu Ge, Eddie Peng, Daniel Wu, the five most handsome men in the world, including the reader and you. This charm level exceeds human limits, granting all strangers an innate goodwill toward the player.)]

PS: Due to the player's charm exceeding human limits, all additional charm points will enhance aura; facial features have a standard, but aura is boundless.

PS: The influence of the player's charm transcends age and gender, radiating comprehensively, subtly affecting all.

PS: The player’s charm value is off the charts, conferring a natural advantage in this game, significantly reducing the difficulty of romantic pursuits. We hope the player can complete the game soon and find their perfect partner.

[Stamina: 73 (Above passing line stamina frees you from the title of ‘three-second weakling.’ Perhaps you no longer need the supplement of the Golden Power Pills.)]

PS: Using attribute points to increase stamina is prohibited. If violated, the Tokyo First High School handsome guy mission will fail.

[Title: Please, So Cool! (Equipped)]

[Skill: Title grants “Golden Finger” skill]

[Potential Partners: Kamimi Uehara, Miron Kiyoyuki]

[Money: 10,190,000 yen]

[Attribute Points: 12]

[Support Points: 15]

[Items: Golden Power Pill x7, Divine Singing Experience Card x4]

The transformation was drastic, especially in stamina. As his physical condition improved, Haruhi increased both the frequency and intensity of his gym sessions steadily.

This was the phase of fastest improvement, though everyone had their own limits beyond which effort could not help.

Fortunately, Haruhi still had attribute points—proud to be a B-rank.

Now, those 73 stamina points were more than enough.

He was no longer the fat boy who needed drugs to keep up. Now he could proudly claim that no matter the place or company, he always possessed extraordinary physical fitness!

As for the Golden Power Pills, Haruhi was hesitant. Using them doubled his stamina, but he feared little Kiyoyuki-san couldn’t handle it.

Hmm… perhaps Mrs. Uehara might manage.

After all, an older, more mature lady could tolerate more.

Not like Kiyoyuki—so fresh, like a delicate apple, easily spoiled or harmed.

(Here referring only to age, nothing else.)

“Good! I love young men who take care of their bodies! Come on, let me test your strength!”

The black extended Honda smoothly navigated Tokyo’s arterial roads.

Vehicles on the road hurriedly made way, fearing an accident that might ruin their entire lives.

The interior was luxuriously comfortable, as if designed for pure enjoyment. A soft carpet covered the floor, and beside the leather sofa sat a small table.

On it rested several bottles of red wine and champagne, with tall-stemmed glasses tucked beneath.

Above, a large screen adorned the sunroof, though it seemed rarely used. The owner didn’t look like one to watch JoJo on it.

Still, Haruhi was curious to try watching there—would it be more comfortable than at home?

The opposite car door slowly opened. A sleek black tray table mechanically descended from the door.

“Come on, let me try.”

Kiyoyuki Tomioka placed his arm on the table and rolled up his suit sleeve. A thick, strong arm appeared.

Haruhi was momentarily stunned, then realized the cheap father-in-law wanted to arm wrestle.

Surprising indeed. Before boarding, Haruhi had imagined many scenarios.

Some ideal, some worst-case. Judging by the second young lady’s attitude, he wasn’t particularly favored by the Kiyoyuki family.

Yet no matter how he planned, he never expected his cheap father-in-law to want to arm wrestle him!

Suddenly, Haruhi recalled the new hints on the attribute panel.

Ignoring age and gender, all people, young and old, were influenced, and strangers had innate goodwill!

Did men feel a leader’s aura?

Could it be his charm was so high it unsettled this cheap father-in-law?

After all, handsome men are common, but truly charismatic, striking men are rare.

Indeed! To succeed in this game, one should invest in charm first! Everything goes smoothly!

Because handsome men are synonymous with luck!

“What’s wrong? Scared now?”

Kiyoyuki Tomioka maintained his arrogant, confident pose, though inwardly he was cursing Haruhi up and down.

Here he was, making an effort, and the kid just stood there frozen? Afraid, perhaps? If you’re scared, say so! It’s awkward for me to hold this pose alone, you know!

He didn’t know why he suddenly wanted to challenge this kid.

His original plan was to meet Haruhi, disregard whatever the kid said, and head straight to Tokyo Bay, where the sharks were known to be fierce.

He even imagined the scene of Haruhi clinging to his leg, begging for mercy.

After all, a high schooler couldn’t make much of a splash, could he?

What a joke—who could just come and mess with his daughter?

Yet upon seeing Haruhi the first time, Kiyoyuki admitted he underestimated the boy.

Strangely, the Haruhi at school seemed like a typical campus idol.

But stepping into this custom luxury Honda, everything changed dramatically—it was as if the environment had adapted to him.

No, it felt as if the environment itself transformed for his sake.

A small high schooler gave off a noble air.

Not just among juniors—he would be hard-pressed to find someone of the same level with such presence.

Technology could alter looks, but aura never lied.

For a moment, Kiyoyuki’s original plan wavered—he decided to observe a bit longer.

People like them understood well that their daughters wouldn’t stay by their side forever...

“All right! Got it!” Haruhi snapped out of his thoughts.

He offered his wrist, grasping the large hand—rough skin with thick calluses, evidently from a reckless youth.

Still, a new anxiety crept in.

Should he go easy? Or give his all to impress this father-in-law?

A headache-inducing dilemma.

Meanwhile, Haruhi sensed the luxurious car had reached its destination, coming to a smooth stop.

Had it not been for the slight sway of the wine bottles, he might not have noticed.

Where could this be? The car’s windows were fully shaded by red curtains, blocking the outside world and isolating two realms. The bright interior was lit only by faint, star-like lights from somewhere in the décor.

In the end, Haruhi chose to go easy. If this old man couldn’t handle it and opened the door to a bunch of big guys with machine guns, that would be disastrous.

Though he had heard Japanese gangs favored knives, Haruhi didn’t believe the Kiyoyuki family—leaders of the Tokyo underworld—were so naive.

As for the last time they dared to confront Yukino Kiyoyuki, it was only because her tea house in the steel forest city center was backed by powerful figures.

Besides, such an aristocratic service venue wouldn’t allow bodyguards to carry guns casually. If not prohibited, the tea house wouldn’t last.

Last time was an accident, but this time, with a return visit, Haruhi was uneasy.

Still, the truth remained: three seconds could kill a man.

Feeling the firm, heavy grip in his hand, both Haruhi and Kiyoyuki subtly twisted their arms, ready to exert force.

Suddenly, the car door opened, flooding the interior with blinding light.

A blonde beauty stood at the entrance, her expression icy.

Thus, the two men’s private space became a trio.

Haruhi looked at the proud father and daughter with a headache.

“You meet and don’t even greet each other? Where’s your housekeeper gone?”

Finally, Kiyoyuki broke the silence.

“I already called out at the start, didn’t I? Haruhi, didn’t you hear? I’ll say it again—Haruhi Harano~ How’s that?”

Miron Kiyoyuki, as if teasing her father, clung coquettishly to Haruhi’s arm and repeated the words.

Seeing this, Kiyoyuki’s anger nearly singed his eyebrows.

His daughter hadn’t acted so sweet to him in years, yet today she hugged a kid and spoke like that.

It drove him mad!

For a moment, he couldn’t tell if he was angrier that Miron hadn’t called him ‘father’ or something else.

He felt as if the tender cabbage he’d nurtured for over a decade had been ruined by a pig—even if a handsome one.

Instantly, the urge to head to Tokyo Bay surged again.

“Ahem,” Haruhi coughed twice, quickly trying to smooth things over. “Kiyoyuki, how do I always teach you? Be polite to others.”

He felt that if he said nothing, this cheap father-in-law might actually die from anger.

Kiyoyuki’s anger eased slightly, though the words sounded odd—like the two of them were the real family, and he was an outsider.

Miron snorted coldly, turning her head away with a touch of pride. She neither refuted nor spoke, as if Haruhi’s words made her a little shy, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

Like a mischievous wife being gently scolded in public.

“Um, father-in-law, is there something you wanted to discuss with me and Kiyoyuki today?” Haruhi habitually patted the young lady’s head and spoke softly.

Yes, that was the feeling! Kiyoyuki immediately realized this brat really had embraced the role.

They acted like a young couple, and he was the visiting, disgruntled father-in-law.

A strange, unpleasant feeling welled up inside.

Just as he was about to protest, Kiyoyuki noticed his daughter’s demeanor.

He knew her personality well—unlike their obedient second daughter, this eldest had never been easy to manage.

Yet now, the usually fiery and rebellious heiress remained quietly calm, except at the start.

Her arms never left Haruhi’s side, and the occasional gleam of happiness in her eyes was genuine.

Kiyoyuki hadn’t seen that look for a long time—only in faded memories.

Back then, Miron was neither rebellious nor wild, growing up just as he and his wife had hoped—innocent and lovable.

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(End of chapter)