The Young Lady Wants to See Kiyoharu Lose His Composure

Dinner passed without incident.

Chihaya Airi took a sip of the mushroom potage Kiyoharu had personally made. Her eyes immediately lit up. It was fragrant but not greasy, with a rich depth of flavor that even the Michelin-starred chef hired by her family would struggle to surpass.

However, she maintained her refined dining etiquette, eating slowly.

This was a habit cultivated since childhood as the sole heir of the Chihaya Family, always maintaining elegance and composure.

As for praising Kiyoharu? That was even more impossible; it completely contradicted Chihaya Airi's proud persona.

Kiyoharu, meanwhile, was burying his head in his food, completely focused.

He had always been good at cooking in his past life. After marriage, he spent some time adapting to Airi's tastes, and now his casual cooking could win over the Young Lady.

Of course, this was also part of Kiyoharu and Airi's "agreement." Kiyoharu was responsible for household chores.

Airi had strong territorial instincts and disliked strangers coming and going in her home. Therefore, no maids were hired for this mansion; all housework was handled by Kiyoharu.

This part of his work was priced at two million yen per month after taxes in their "agreement."

Doing chores for the picky Airi wasn't exactly a pleasant task, but considering the generous salary, Kiyoharu was quite satisfied.

Were high-paying jobs on the market inherently enjoyable?

Airi suddenly remembered something and said to Kiyoharu, "My best friend, Kitahara Ayano, is returning to the country. We'll be welcoming her tomorrow night, and you'll accompany me."

There was no room for discussion; her tone was purely commanding.

"Understood," Kiyoharu replied without thinking. After all, Airi had already decided, and resistance would be futile. Besides, it sounded like a standard social event; he just needed to maintain proper etiquette and enjoy the meal.

Airi, however, frowned slightly. Hmph, "Understood"~ It sounds just like dealing with a superior at the company.

Even though Kiyoharu was playing the role of her husband, which was essentially no different from work, Kiyoharu's perfunctory and distracted attitude inexplicably annoyed her.

Her beautiful crimson eyes flickered, and a mischievous smile played on Airi's lips. "Ayano's graduation from Europe and return has caused quite a stir in our circle. After all, she was already a renowned talented painter before she went abroad. They say she's a once-in-a-century intellectual beauty."

"Impressive," Kiyoharu echoed, muttering inwardly, Once-in-a-century? Can she compare to our Great China's once-in-four-thousand-years beauty? That's over the top.

Regardless of who Kitahara Ayano was, it had nothing to do with him, Kiyoharu. He was more interested in what they would be eating tomorrow night; ah, he was craving seafood sashimi.

"Speaking of which, Kiyoharu-kun hasn't met Ayano yet, has he? You'll definitely be interested in her this time."

Here we go again, fishing.

Kiyoharu sighed softly. "It's currently the prime season for New Zealand crayfish. Perhaps we could serve it at the welcoming banquet?"

"No, Ayano is allergic to shellfish."

"Then never mind."

Skillfully dodging the fishing attempt, Kiyoharu finished his meal, got up, and excused himself, returning to his room to do his own thing.

Airi stared blankly at the small amount of mushroom soup left in her bowl.

She recalled an art exhibition they attended last year. Kiyoharu had lingered for a long time in front of a painting by Kitahara Ayano, his expression deeply absorbed, as if he had completely entered the artistic conception of the work.

Could it be that Kiyoharu's interest was purely in the painting itself, rather than in the artist?

When the name "Kitahara Ayano" was mentioned, Kiyoharu showed almost no reaction. In his eyes, tomorrow's dinner seemed as mundane and uninteresting as any banquet for political or business figures.

Could it be... she was overthinking things?

Airi felt a pang of melancholy. Sometime ago, she had started paying particular attention to Kiyoharu's opinions of other women. If Kiyoharu developed feelings for any girl, Airi would feel like a failure, especially since they had been living together for three years and he remained as unresponsive as a block of wood!

That would make the Chihaya Family's Young Lady doubt her own charm and hurt her excessively strong pride.

That's right, she didn't have any so-called romantic feelings for Kiyoharu, but she couldn't tolerate Kiyoharu cheating, neither physically nor mentally. It would bring her shame, and by extension, shame upon the surname "Chihaya."

Kiyoharu was not just a partner; he was her exclusive toy.

If Kiyoharu were to fall for another woman one day, that woman could only be Chihaya Airi. Of course, if Kiyoharu genuinely tried to pursue a romantic relationship with her, it would undoubtedly be a betrayal of their prior agreement, and Chihaya Airi would also be displeased.

In short, it was a rather contradictory emotion.

Meanwhile, Kiyoharu was already controlling his character with a hand-held katana, engaging in fierce battle with monsters.

This was the private room allocated to Kiyoharu, his own little world within the mansion.

The latest generation gaming console, paired with a high-definition television customized for gaming, and a soft, comfortable large bed.

He was absolutely thrilled!

Aside from fending off yandere advances, the superior living conditions were another benefit Kiyoharu gained from his arranged marriage.

In his past life, he had to carefully consider buying even a heavily discounted old game. Now, he could blindly purchase the deluxe edition of any game he liked without hesitation. After all, account expenses were charged to the Chihaya Group's public account. It was the wealth of a conglomerate; why not take advantage of it?

With snacks in his left hand and a refreshing beverage in his right, controller in hand, who needed anyone else?

"Damn it, I can't stand this! Kiyoharu, Kiyoharu, how can you be so decadent?!"

Just as he was pondering what was missing, a familiar, cute, loli-like voice suddenly echoed in his mind. Kiyoharu felt instantly refreshed.

Here it comes, the daily bickering with the system.

Just like the legendary transmigration protagonists, Kiyoharu also had a system. However, he had taken one look and decided to abandon it.

Because Kiyoharu had loaded the "Bishoujo Assistance System."

As the name suggests, it's about taking on missions that help various beautiful girls, deepening bonds with them, and earning rewards upon completion. This allows for self-improvement, ultimately leading to becoming a legendary urban myth.

If Kiyoharu had been born in a normal world, he wouldn't have minded trying to see what heights a so-called "playboy system" could help him reach.

Unfortunately, this world had a yandere-centric worldview, and Kiyoharu was the male lead in the most dangerous situation. In such circumstances, getting involved with other women would be pure suicide, wouldn't it?

Was he afraid of not getting a cleaver thrown at him fast enough?

So, even though the system constantly encouraged Kiyoharu to take on missions and even set its voice to that of a cute little sister, Kiyoharu still said, "I refuse!"

"System, what kind of persuasive tactic are you trying to use on me today?" Kiyoharu replied lazily, still playing his game, in his mind.

"Ahem, Host, that's not quite right. How can you call it persuasion? We are clearly working for your happiness, making every effort to find opportunities for your progress!"

"Then tell me, what opportunity have you found now?"

"Kitahara Ayano." The system paused, its tone a little excited. "According to this system's preliminary scan, this person is a high-value target as determined by the rules. Completing a series of missions related to her can earn you countless energy points!"

"Oh."

"...Hey, hey, hey, don't just say 'oh.' This is the fattest fish we've encountered so far! Host, hurry up and get her. Once it's done, we'll get the energy points and level up like crazy. Then, Host, you'll be able to punch through a bull with one blow and won't have to fear yanderes anymore!"

As expected of an advanced artificial intelligence that claimed to have traveled through hundreds of parallel worlds, it had learned to address the customer's pain points. Coercing Kiyoharu to take on missions from the perspective of "safety" was, it had to be said, progress.

But clearly, the system had underestimated Kiyoharu's stubbornness.

Without even thinking, Kiyoharu immediately retorted, "But I'm very safe right now! Rather than taking unknown risks, it's better to maintain the status quo and just lie flat. Isn't that the fundamental principle of risk game theory?"

"Uh... You're right, but..."

"Even a freshman in the mathematics department understands this, sigh. This is the level of an advanced artificial intelligence? As expected, the AI industry is all just a bubble. The future is looking very grim!"

"..."

The system was speechless for a moment. Sigh, another day of being looked down upon by the host. My heart feels so tired.