Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious

Chapter 163: Chapter 28

The days following Rindou’s encounter with the “Sex Note” entity had settled into a deceptive calm.

Between the school’s cover-up of the North Wing “gas leak” and the looming shadow of exams, most students were too preoccupied with their textbooks to notice the thinning veil between the mundane and the supernatural.

And just like that, peaceful days passed by and before anyone noticed it, it was finally Saturday morning.

Seijirou descended the staircase of the his house, the place quiet and smelling faintly of beeswax and lavender.

In the living room, he found Yuko adjusting her coat, a reusable shopping bag tucked under her arm.

“Ah, Seijirou-sama, good morning,” Yuko said, her smile as bright as the morning sun spilling through the windows.

“Hm. Going somewhere?” Seijirou asked, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep, even letting out a yawn.

“Yes. I wanted to buy some groceries to prepare for the day. Today is the day of your big study session, correct? I want to make sure the young masters and mistresses are well-fed.”

Seijirou nodded, walking towards her before looking around. “Yeah. By the way, where’s Haruka? She usually wakes up earlier than me.”

“Ah, my daughter is probably still asleep,” Yuko chuckled softly. “I saw her light on quite late. She was staying up to finalize the study materials and practice tests for your friends. She’s quite dedicated when it comes to your requests.”

“I see. Then wait for me,” Seijirou said, pushing off the wall. “I’ll go help you with the bags.”

“Oh no, you don’t need to do that for me, Seijirou-sama,” Yuko insisted, waving her hands dismissively. “The supermarket is quite close, and it’s a lovely morning for a walk. I wouldn’t want to trouble you.”

“I insist,” Seijirou said, his tone final.

Yuko paused, a gentle warmth touching her eyes. “This… Very well. Thank you, Seijirou-sama.”

Amd with that, Seijirou made quick work of his morning routine.

He washed the sleep from his face, brushed his teeth, and swapped his silk pajamas for a casual black sweatshirt and jeans.

When he returned to the foyer, Yuko was waiting patiently by the door.

“Let’s go?” He asked.

“Hm!” She smiled brightly.

And with that, Seijirou opened the door and led the way, with Yuko following beside him.

The walk to the supermarket was peaceful.

The neighborhood was quiet, the only sounds being the distant chirp of birds and the rhythmic footfalls of the two companions.

As they walked side by side, Seijirou broke the silence with a rare bit of casual conversation.

“You know, I never really got to ask, but how are you adjusting to life as my maid?” he asked, glancing at her. “Is my house too much to handle?”

“Ah, although I was afraid at first,” Yuko admitted, her gaze drifting to the cherry blossom trees lining the street, “I’m very happy now. The work is fulfilling, and the atmosphere is… very warm. So there is no need to worry about me, Seijirou-sama.”

“Is that so?”

There was a moment of silence, the weight of the past hanging between them as Seijirou thought of the time when she and Haruka was first given to him by his mother.

And with that, Seijirou’s mind couldn’t help but drift to the man who had caused so much misery for the woman beside him.

“You know, I’m curious,” he asked. “Is your husband actually already that much of a scum, or has he just changed since the first time you met?”

Yuko paused in her step, the question clearly striking a chord she hadn’t touched in a long time, but having already moved on, she decided to answer honestly.

After all, there is no need to dwell over that matter. Her husbad probably already have a new family, while she had already offered her body to this man beside her.

“Maybe. I may have just overlooked his flaws because I was blinded by love,” she began, her voice tinged with a melancholy nostalgia. “Seijirou-sama, you know, I had Haruka when I was still in high school. My husband had already graduated college by then, but he still pursued me. I didn’t care, after all I was young and naive; I fell so hopelessly in love with him that I even got into a terrible fight with my parents. Perhaps, for him, I should’ve been nothing more than a passing fling. But when my parents found out I was pregnant, they used everything in their power to force him into marriage. I was so happy then… I never really saw his true colors.”

Yuko let out a long, heavy sigh.

Thinking back on those years, she felt a profound sense of foolishness.

She realized now that the hints had always been there—the way his eyes would go cold when she spoke too loudly, how he would sometimes shout and get mad at her for the smallest inconveniences.

While he hadn’t been physically abusive back then, those moments proved that the kind-hearted, gentle man she had dated was merely a facade.

“Even now, I still haven’t apologized to my parents,” Yuko whispered, her head bowing slightly. “I’m too ashamed to face them after everything I said. Even Haruka has only met her grandparents twice in her life.”

Seijirou looked at her, his expression unreadable. “So, do you regret it?”

“Regret?” Yuko smiled wryly, her eyes shimmering with a mix of pain and maternal pride as she shook her head. “I have many regrets, Seijirou-sama. However, do I regret having Haruka? Never. I love my daughter with every fiber of my being. I would sacrifice myself a thousand times over just to see her smile.”

Seijirou nodded. He knew the depth of that love; it was the very reason Yuko had originally offered herself to him—to ensure her daughter’s future was secure.

“However,” Yuko continued, her voice trembling slightly, “I do regret fighting my parents over that man. And perhaps… I do regret meeting him at all.”

She took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up at the blue sky, before turning towards him. “If, maybe, if it was you whom I had met back then, Seijirou-sama, then maybe things would have been different…if you were born more than a decade earlier…then perhaps…”

Seijirou didn’t let her finish, and without another word, he reached out, grabbed her waist, and pulled her firmly against his chest.

Yuko blinked in surprise, her heart leaping into her throat as she felt the solid warmth of him. “Seijirou-sama?”

“It’s not too late now, is it?” Seijirou whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “After all, you’ll be with me for the rest of your life. The past doesn’t matter when the future is already decided.”

Yuko’s body trembled in his hold for a moment before she melted into him as a sweet, genuine smile—one devoid of the shadows of her marriage—spread across her face.

“Yes,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Yes, I will.”

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The supermarket was bustling with the mid-morning rush, but Seijirou and Yuko moved through the aisles in a bubble of their own making.

Seijirou insisted on pushing the cart, his hand occasionally brushing against Yuko’s as she reached for various vegetables.

“Seijirou-sama, what do you think about this?” Yuko asked, holding up two different types of steak. “The ribeye looks succulent, but Haruka-chan mentioned that Suzune-san prefers leaner cuts. Should we get both?”

Seijirou leaned in close, his shoulder pressing against hers as he inspected the meat. “Get both. I want you to eat well too, Yuko. You’ve been working hard.”

Yuko smiled. Although what he said is very sweet, but she had long since passed the age of getting flustered over this little thing. “You really care a lot about a maid like me, Seijirou-sama. It’s… a little embarrassing.”

“Is it?” Seijirou tilted his head. After all, even if she wasn’t a maid, she was still his lover and even her other lover’s mother, and isn’t it just natural to care for her?

Just then, his eyes caught a pile of grapes, with some free sample. He took one, tossed it into his mouth, and nodded.

He took another one and held it over her mouth, “Here, try it. It’s very sweet. Haruka loves grapes, right?”

Yuko hesitated for a fraction of a second, glancing around the crowded aisle, before leaning in and daintily taking the grape from his fingers.

Her lips brushed his skin, sending a jolt through both of them.

“It’s very sweet,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his with a soft, adoring light.

Nearby, a pair of elderly women stopped their own shopping to watch the pair.

One of them nudged the other with her elbow, whispering loud enough for them to hear.

“Oh, look at them. Such a handsome young man taking care of his lady,” the old woman cooed. “You don’t see that kind of devotion much these days. They look like they’re still in the honeymoon phase!”

“Simply precious,” the other lady agreed, smiling warmly at them. “Treat her well, young man! A smile like hers is a treasure!”

Yuko ducked her head, trying to hide her face behind her hair, but she couldn’t stop the radiant smile from growing.

Really, even though she was supposed to be an adult, but being called out like this by the elderly was still very embarrassing.

Seijirou, however, didn’t seem bothered at all as he wrapped an arm around Yuko’s waist, pulling her closer as they moved toward the dairy section.

“Well, you heard them,” Seijirou said softly. “I have to treat you well. So, should we get some high-quality cream for those strawberries you like?”

“Seijirou-sama, please…” Yuko giggled, leaning into his side. “Everyone is watching. But… yes, let’s get the cream. I’ll make something special for you tonight after your friends …sleep.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” Seijirou replied, his gaze dropping to her lips before he steered the cart forward.

Oh yeah, he couldn’t wait for tonight.

The taste of a married woman… Truly, nothing can compare.