Maya banced the food delivery box in one hand as she ascended the stairs to the fourth floor, the delivery man’s flustered expression still fresh in her mind. Men, she thought with an exasperated sigh.

  She reached Lena’s door—only to freeze as a distinct, rhythmic sound reached her ears. A woman’s breathy moans, unmistakable even through the door.

  Maya (spping her forehead, groaning):

  "Seriously? Now? We’ve got food coming!"

  She hesitated, then knocked sharply.

  Maya (yelling through the door):

  "Lena! Either pause your activities or starve! Your choice!"

  The noises cut off abruptly. A beat of silence, then—

  Lena’s voice (muffled, ughing):

  "Maya? Oh my god—give me a second!"

  Maya rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall as she waited.

  The door swung open, revealing Lena in a hastily tied robe, her cheeks flushed. Behind her, Hez lounged on the couch naked, looking far too pleased with himself.

  Lena (grinning):

  "You could’ve texted."

  Maya (thrusting the food box into her hands):

  Maya huffed in frustration as Hez remained sprawled on Lena's couch, completely unfazed by his ck of clothing. Without hesitation, she marched to the living room, snatched a small decorative towel from the side table, and flung it directly at him. It nded haphazardly over his p—barely covering anything.

  Maya (cheeks burning, arms crossed):

  "For God’s sake, cover up."

  Hez smirked, making no move to adjust the towel.

  Hez (mockingly innocent):

  "Why so flustered, Maya? It’s not like you haven’t seen everything already." He tilted his head, grin widening. "In fact, if I recall correctly, you had a very close look st night. For hours."

  Maya’s face turned crimson.

  Maya (pointing at Hez): "You—!"

  But before she could finish, Hez stretched zily, the towel slipping even further.

  Hez: "Rex, Maya. At this point, you’re basically family."

  The dining table was set with takeout containers and half-empty wine gsses, the atmosphere a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement. Maya and Lena sat across from each other, both pointedly avoiding looking directly at Hez—who remained shamelessly nude, lounging in his chair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

  Lena (stabbing a fork into her food, exasperated):

  "Seriously, Hez. You bought us entire houses, but you don’t have your own pce? What kind of logic is that?"

  Maya nodded vigorously, her cheeks still pink from earlier.

  "Yeah, why don’t you have your own pce?" She gestured around. "You dropped six figures on our homes like it was nothing. What’s stopping you from buying yourself a mansion?"

  Hez’s chopsticks hovered over his food. The system’s restriction fshed in his mind—[Personal Property Purchases: Non-Refundable]—but he just smirked.

  Hez: "Why waste money on a house when I can just… borrow yours?" He leaned back, grinning. "Besides, why settle for one when I can enjoy both of my girlfriends?"

  Maya nearly choked on her drink. "Excuse me?"

  Lena burst out ughing, kicking Hez under the table.

  Lena: "Wow. You’re disgustingly confident for a couch-surfing sugar daddy."

  Hez shrugged, unrepentant.

  Hez: "Call it efficiency."

  Maya rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. "You’re impossible."

  ***

  Monday morning sunlight glinted off the polished exteriors of the luxury cars as the taxi pulled up to the Ferrari showroom. Maya and Lena exchanged wary gnces as Hez ushered them out.

  Maya: "Hez, this is too much—"

  Lena: "Yeah, our cars are fine—"

  Hez (cutting them off with a wave): "Nope. Today’s upgrade day."

  The system’s rules echoed in his mind—[Third-Party Purchases: Refund Eligible]. His own car? Not a chance. But theirs? A guaranteed double return.

  A salesman in a sharp suit hurried over, but Hez brushed past him without a gnce, heading straight for a Ferrari Roma in gleaming Rosso Corsa.

  Hez (patting the hood): "Maya, this one’s yours. Matches your… temperament."

  Maya’s protest died as her fingers trailed over the crimson paint.

  Lena (eyeing a sleek Portofino M): "You’re actually insane."

  The system flickered:

  [Maya Reynolds - Familiarity: 72 → 76] (Awestruck resistance crumbling)

  [Lena Cho - Familiarity: 73 → 78] (Secretly thrilled)

  Ignoring the sputtering salesman, he found a model SF90 Spider. However, he pretended like he is still looking. He was actually peeking at the staffs.

  Hez lingered near the Ferrari SF90 Spider, running a casual hand along its carbon fiber frame while his gaze swept the showroom. The male sales staff hovered nearby, eager to assist, but his attention was elsewhere.

  Then he spotted her.

  A striking saleswoman in a tailored bzer, her dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail as she expined features to another customer. The only woman among a sea of men—and undeniably the most beautiful.

  Hez activated the system discreetly, his vision overying her biodata in glowing text:

  [Name: Alicia Voss

  Age: 29

  Height: 169cm

  Weight: 63kg

  [Familiarity: 0 (First Contact)]

  [Status: Eligible for Refunds]

  Perfect.

  As she finished with her client, Hez smoothly intercepted her path.

  Hez: "That SF90—what’s the delivery time?"

  Alicia turned, her professional smile not quite reaching her sharp, assessing eyes.

  Alicia's polished smile remained intact, but her gaze flickered with skepticism as she assessed Hez—his unremarkable attire, his casual stance. The Ferrari SF90 Spider wasn’t for just anyone.

  Alicia: "The SF90 is avaible immediately. We have three units in stock." Her tone was smooth, but the challenge beneath was clear. "Base price starts at 410,000."

  A deliberate number. A test.

  Hez didn’t flinch. Instead, he grinned.

  Hez: "Great. I’ll take one."

  Alicia’s eyebrow arched. "…One?"

  Hez: "For now." He pulled out his bck card, spinning it between his fingers. "Once you confirm the first payment clears, I’ll buy a second. Same model."

  Silence. The showroom’s hum faded as nearby salesmen paused to stare.

  Alicia’s professional mask slipped for half a second—just long enough for Hez to see the shock. Then, slowly, she smiled. A real one this time.

  Alicia: "Let’s… process the paperwork."

  The system fred in his vision:

  [Alicia Voss - Familiarity: 0 → 15] (Impressed, intrigued)

  [Transaction Prepared: 410,000 (Ferrari SF90 Spider)]

  [Refund Ready Upon Completion]

  The showroom erupted into hushed murmurs as the payment for two Ferrari SF90 Spiders cleared without a hitch. The sales staff stood frozen, their expressions caught between awe and disbelief. Even Alicia, usually composed, looked momentarily stunned as she stared at the transaction confirmation.

  Then came the hurried footsteps—the manager and deputy manager, both rushing over with wide eyes and forced smiles.

  Manager: "Sir, we—we deeply appreciate your business! Is there anything else we can—"

  Hez (cutting him off, smirking at Alicia):

  "Actually, it’s all thanks to her." He gestured loosely toward Alicia. "She’s the one who convinced me to go for two instead of one."

  Alicia’s eyes widened slightly, but she recovered fast, her lips curving into a knowing smile. She wasn’t about to correct him.

  Deputy Manager (turning to Alicia, impressed):

  "Outstanding work, Alicia!"

  The other salesmen shot her envious gnces as the managers fawned over her. The system updated in Hez’s vision:

  [Alicia Voss - Familiarity: 15 → 20] (Grateful, intrigued)

  [Social Leverage: Increased]

  The manager and deputy manager were practically bowing as they showered Hez with gratitude, their voices dripping with sycophantic praise.

  Manager: "Mr. Hezri, your vision is incredible! Three SF90s—this is a historic day for our dealership!"*

  Deputy Manager: "Absolutely unprecedented! We’ll ensure your vehicles are delivered with white-glove service!"*

  Then, as if remembering their role, they turned sharply to Alicia.

  Manager (hissing under his breath): "Alicia, entertain our VIP client!"*

  Alicia stiffened, her professional smile tightening as she stepped forward.

  Alicia: "Of course! Sir, let me expin our exclusive after-sales service package—"*

  Hez cut her off with a zy wave.

  Hez: "Actually, because of Alicia’s remarkable expnation just now..."* He paused, locking eyes with the managers. "...I’ve decided to buy another SF90."*

  Silence.

  The entire showroom froze.

  Manager (choking): "A—another one?!"*

  Deputy Manager (whispering): "That’s over one million dolrs in one hour—"*

  Maya and Lena, now forgotten near their own cars, stared at Hez like he’d grown a second head.

  Maya: "Is he trying to get arrested for money undering?"*

  Lena (grinning): "No, he’s just showing off."*

  Hez smirked, pocketing his card.