The System Wants Me to Have a Child With Her?

Chapter 6: The System Wants Me to Have a Kid with Her?

The air felt like it was filled with countless knives, as if the slightest move would leave one riddled with holes.

Chihaya Airi was young, having graduated from university not long ago before taking on a high-ranking executive role in the conglomerate, achieving impressive results through her iron-fisted tactics.

Even the usually strict family head, Chihaya Genichiro, gladly entrusted important business to his daughter's management.

People might privately badmouth the Young Lady's temper, but they would never question her ability.

Airi was born with the aura of a superior, a carnivore to the bone.

At this moment, her full pressure bore down on Kiyoharu, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

An ordinary man would have already gone weak in the knees, desperate to kneel on the spot and beg for Airi's forgiveness.

But, as expected of a man who had faced a kitchen knife in his past life, this was, in a way, a rare grand spectacle!

With just two deep breaths, Kiyoharu regained his usual calm composure.

"Sorry, I accidentally let a wicked thought slip and sullied the Young Lady's eyes. Please forgive me." Kiyoharu stood and bowed, his apology delivered in a low posture, yet his every move carried an air of neither servility nor arrogance.

He added, "You might think I'm making excuses, but I still need to state that it was because the Young Lady dressed so beautifully tonight that I made this careless mistake."

"So you're saying it's my fault?"

"Not at all. I violated our 'agreement,' and I willingly accept punishment."

Even as he said this, Kiyoharu's calm eyes were veiled with a mist of grievance. It was clear he was still unconvinced deep down, yet he held to their prior agreement, which quelled much of the anger in Airi's heart.

She admired someone who kept their promises.

As for Kiyoharu staring at her so intently that he left an unsightly mark caught red-handed... that actually satisfied Airi's competitive spirit, venting a foul mood that had been lingering lately.

So what? Kiyoharu-kun still can't resist this young lady's charm, huh, pfft~

This evening gown was actually a rather conservative style, yet it managed to break through Kiyoharu's defenses. Oh dear, oh dear, is that all?

Especially Kiyoharu's utterly resentful, helpless expression, which left Airi momentarily dazed.

"I want to put on yesterday's black stockings, trample that handsome face under my feet, shove my toes into his mouth, and watch his eyes panic like a deer in the woods..."

A wild thought flashed through Airi's mind, along with fragmented images to match.

But it was fleeting, and soon she began seriously considering how to punish Kiyoharu.

In truth, Airi wasn't angry, but she had to make Kiyoharu think she was, or else where would her authority before him be?

After a moment's thought, Airi said flatly, "Finish this meal first. We'll deal with it when we get home."

"Okay."

Kiyoharu obediently backed down, watching Airi's mood from the corner of his eye.

Should be... fine now, right?

He used a technique honed in his past life as a playboy.

A grievance built on a foundation of sincerity.

It easily stirred the maternal instinct buried in a woman's heart, earning her forgiveness.

Of course, this technique required the user's outstanding looks; otherwise, it was pure imitation of the ugly.

Similar tricks worked well in social interactions, but Kiyoharu dared not use them lightly in this life, afraid of accidentally stirring the heartstrings of some yandere girl, which would be trouble.

Using it on Airi was no burden—she was a non-romanceable character. Even the most refined technique would only raise her opinion of him from "dislike" to "tolerable for now," aiming to reduce the punishment she'd give him.

At least Airi didn't seem very angry now. The only suspense was what awaited Kiyoharu when they got home. He'd faced similar punishments a few times before, and from the perspective of a workplace veteran, most were easy to handle.

There was nothing left to fear!

"So, how should I punish Kiyoharu-kun~"

Airi inexplicably grew more excited the more she thought about it, like a child finding an interesting toy.

She took a sip of red wine to hide it, but the alcohol affected her, tingeing her pretty face with a faint flush.

Just then, Kitahara Ayano returned from the restroom.

Now Kiyoharu knew—she probably went to the restroom to activate her Time Stop. Maybe it required some obvious movement?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to find out. From now on, he'd just avoid her, giving that perverted painter no chance!

The rest of the dinner was unremarkable, with nothing happening.

Afterward, Ayano took a chauffeured car home, while Kiyoharu and Airi boarded their family's Mercedes S-Class luxury sedan.

The driver was Tsuchiya Takao, who also served as the couple's bodyguard and butler. A kind, elderly man with graying temples, he still handled all matters with ease, deeply trusted by the Chihaya Family.

"Uncle Tsuchiya, I'd like to ask you to prepare a few things." Airi handed a note she'd written earlier at the restaurant to the front.

Kiyoharu couldn't be bothered to pay attention—probably cosmetics or some fruit she suddenly craved.

He used the time on the ride home to give a thorough scolding.

"Goddamn useless system, stop pretending to sleep. Get the hell over here!"

"Oh dear~ Host-sama, calling me out so late, have you finally decided to work hard and do the quests?"

"Fuck your grandpa! You still have the nerve to mention the mission? Just now, when that pervy little painter froze me and toyed with me like a puppet, what the hell were you doing? Can I ask?"

"Uh..."

"So whenever there's a crisis, you're completely useless. What kind of system are you, really? I'd like to know!"

"Host, host, actually at that time..."

"I knew you were weak, but I didn't think you'd be this weak. What a useless, good-for-nothing loser. Sigh, I was actually planning to reluctantly do some missions if you could help this time, but I really can't hold any expectations for you. In the end, I've just been wasting my trust!"

"..."

"Speak! Was this round your fault or not?"

"Ciallo~(∠ω<)⌒★"

"Trying to cute your way out? No way. If we don't settle this post-match review today, I'm not letting you off!"

After a torrent of furious scolding, the system was practically in tears: "Wuwuwu, Host-sama, it's not that I didn't want to help. Actually, I was caught in the Time Stop too. But the good news is, I took the chance to scan through a spatial rift and gathered enough information entropy. Now I've refreshed Kitahara Ayano's exclusive mission. Complete it and you'll get the same Time Stop ability!"

Something this good?

Kiyoharu's spirits lifted. As the saying goes, only magic can counter magic. If he could learn time stop, maybe he could turn the tables on that pervy painter.

He quickly asked: "What are the mission conditions?"

"Super simple—have a child with Kitahara Ayano..."

"I interpret your dream!" Kiyoharu couldn't help but curse. "Are you fucking afraid I won't die fast enough, you useless system! Do you know what it means to have a child with a beautiful girl in a Yandere worldview?"

"Wuwuwu, Host-sama, this is already the best I can do. You never do missions, your Energy Points are pitifully low, and I'm still the weakest level-one system. Missions with rich rewards naturally come with high difficulty..."

"So you're saying it's my fault?" As soon as the words left his mind, Kiyoharu suddenly sensed something wrong. Why did that sound like Chihaya Airi?

Ugh! No, I don't want to turn into a sharp-tongued woman like that Red-Eyed Devil!

His tone instantly softened: "Forget it, forget it. Get lost, don't bother me. I'm going to sleep for a bit. Who knows what kind of trouble she'll stir up when I get home."