Chapter Twenty-Nine: If It's Convenient, Share Your Recipe with Me

Fukue loves Udokaya.

Although this emotion is very unfamiliar—so unfamiliar that she herself was not entirely certain of it at first. If, if Udokaya had not revealed his greatest secret, that he was a transmigrator, Fukue would never have even considered this question.

She would have gone on as normal, acting like a couple that was ordinary, yet interspersed with a hint of something extraordinary—nuzzling against him, satisfying all his desires as a man, and accompanying him through his life as an ordinary person as best she could.

But Udokaya told her his secret, and the information and emotions hidden behind that secret left her with a sensation of being wrapped in honey. Even knowing he is a monster, she still wants to treat him well, though she is still a little annoyed that he hasn't let go of his burdens yet. Still, it is infinitely better than how he would try to dodge her whenever she got even a little bit close at the beginning.

She must be with Udokaya, and she must be with him! Udokaya is hers, and he can only belong to...!

"Sigh..."

With a sigh, Fukue sat up from her bed. Having made up her mind to walk hand-in-hand with Udokaya, certain problems naturally surfaced in her mind. Just as Udokaya feared that they would sink deeper and deeper and that he would one day hurt her, Fukue also had a massive, hidden concern: their potential child.

She knew her own body well. If they truly reached that stage, given the strange, parasitic control capabilities of her cells, would what they brought into the world be a new life, or...

Fukue dared not even dwell on this question.

Today, watching Kayako in the courtyard—diligent, hard-working, and never uttering a single complaint—a thought occurred to her. Setting aside what Udokaya said about the terrifying situation that would be caused by Kayako’s death, if one were to take as a premise that she and Udokaya could never have children, then Kayako’s existence suddenly became necessary.

Moreover, Fukue could see that Kayako was already deeply infatuated with Udokaya. If it weren't for the fact that Udokaya had very clear boundaries, she would likely have been devoured and wiped clean long ago, in a way that even a cream puff could not describe. Given her personality, the moment Udokaya truly showed interest, this woman with such profound psychological flaws would likely wash herself and offer herself up immediately. Regardless of how unreasonable Udokaya’s requests might be, she would fulfill them. If Udokaya wanted it, she would certainly do it.

However, even though she was viewing Kayako as a backup option for herself and Udokaya, she was still very annoyed. That was why she had gone to Udokaya’s house and beaten him up just now, under the terrified and worried gaze of Kayako.

Back at Udokaya’s house, after a busy afternoon, the courtyard weeds were finally cleared away with Kayako’s help. The benefit of having a detached courtyard is that the environment looks more comfortable, but the downside is that it is incredibly troublesome to maintain.

"Kayako, come eat some watermelon."

"Okay~"

Sitting on the porch, interacting with the black cat, Xiao Hei, and savoring the relaxing moment, Kayako heard the call and happily carried Xiao Hei into the living room. Speaking of fruit, watermelons in Japan are ridiculously expensive. Even now, during Japan’s economic boom, the prices are still absurd. Looking at the cleared courtyard, Udokaya decided he would just grow them himself.

Amidst the slightly shrill chirping of summer cicadas, Kayako peeked cautiously at the side profile of Udokaya as he watched television. The sweetness of the fruit exploded in her mouth. Xiao Hei rubbed against her feet, wanting to get a taste of the watermelon too. Kayako carefully picked off a small piece and placed it in her palm, letting Xiao Hei nibble on it.

At this very moment, Kayako had never imagined that life could be this happy. Even if she didn't do anything, just sitting there quietly was already so satisfying. But the beauty of leisure is often interrupted by various problems. The precious joy in Kayako’s heart was broken by the arrival of Fukue, who had changed into a white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts.

"You didn't call me when you were eating watermelon!?"

Udokaya glanced at the furious Fukue and gestured toward the refrigerator with a look of irritation.

"I saved a piece specifically for you."

Upon hearing this, Fukue walked to the refrigerator in a few steps, and seeing the piece in the center, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Come over and help me cut the watermelon~!"

"Sigh..."

Setting down the watermelon he was holding, he went to the kitchen to prepare it for Fukue, and the three of them sat around the wooden coffee table.

"Kayako."

"Yes!"

Hearing Fukue’s call, Kayako stiffened her back and answered formally, as if she were being called by an instructor.

"In a while, you’re coming home with me. You’ll be staying at my place tonight."

"...Eh?"

Kayako blinked in confusion and instinctively looked toward Udokaya. Udokaya thought for a moment; it wasn't really appropriate for a young girl like Kayako to keep staying at his place, so he didn't say anything to object.

"O-okay..."

Although she was a little afraid of Fukue, since Udokaya hadn't spoken and she didn't know how to refuse, Kayako could only hesitantly agree to Fukue’s invitation.

Watching television, it has to be said that the variety shows in Japan are truly perverse. Many of the games are things normal people couldn't conceive of, and they are genuinely daring enough to play them despite the obvious risks. Things like falling elevators and street pranks—even knowing they were scripted, Udokaya had to admit that the variety show stars in Japan were truly...

"Hiss..."

Udokaya gasped as he looked under the coffee table. Fukue had reached out at some point and pinched his calf hard with her foot. He looked at her in pain, only to be met with a massive eye-roll. He quickly pushed her fair foot away. Udokaya could probably guess what kind of madness she was having; after all, this was a woman jealous enough to kill.

However, Fukue clearly didn't intend to let him off, continuing to poke her feet toward him. With no other choice, Udokaya had to hold her small feet and massage them, pleading for mercy. Feeling Udokaya’s fingers gently pressing on her soles, the resentment in Fukue’s heart was finally suppressed.

Their interaction was caught by Kayako, who lowered her gaze, unwilling to look any longer. Fukue and Udokaya-kun have such a good relationship...

After dinner that night, Udokaya packed Kayako’s toiletries and handed them to Fukue.

"Let’s go, follow me."

In front of the door specially opened for Fukue, Kayako asked curiously why there was a door there.

"Oh, this? I had it made so it would be convenient for me to come over."

In the face of Fukue’s casual tone, a deep sense of envy welled up in Kayako’s heart.

It’s so nice... If only Udokaya-kun would open a door for me, how wonderful that would be...

A few minutes later, inside Fukue’s bedroom, Fukue looked at Kayako, who had changed into her clothes, and fell into a silence. Kayako thought Fukue didn't want her wearing her clothes, and feeling incredibly awkward, she curled her toes tightly inside her slippers.

"I, I'll take them off right away..."

"No need, they look quite good. It’s just..."

"?"

Fukue looked at her own skirt, which was stretched high and had become a skirt that hit above the knee.

"If it’s not too much trouble, give me a copy of your diet plan."

"Eh?"