After Reaching the Happy Ending, I Was Locked up by the Extremely Possessive Heroines I Had Conquered - Chapter 28: Something's Off with the Scheming Junior's Idea of a Married Couple

Chapter 28: Something’s Off with the Scheming Junior’s Idea of a Married Couple

I pulled myself together and headed to the living room, where an appetizing aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Toa was skillfully finishing up the cooking in her apron. Colorful side dishes were starting to line the table, and that’s when a question suddenly occurred to me.

“Hmm? Didn’t Toa say she had almost no experience with cooking?”

“A wife has to be able to do it.”

“But since you can’t cook, Mahiru usually makes it, right…”

My questions kept coming, but mentioning it further seemed like it would lead to nothing good, so I deliberately decided not to ask anything more.

People grow up through experiences like this.

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“No. Senpai, just wait there. You’re the master of the house, the master of the house.”

“Hah.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, but I took her at her word and sat down in a chair.

The table held seared bonito, rice, pork miso soup, and salad. That alone was plenty, but Toa seemed to be making one more dish.

“No sneaking tastes, okay?”

“I know. I’m not a kid.”

“That’s right. Senpai is my husband, after all. The master of the house who always crosses his arms.”

Toa murmured that with a beaming smile.

I had the feeling her image of a married couple was subtly off-kilter, but I wondered where on earth she had picked it up.

“It’s done!”

After watching Toa cook for a while, she came over with a satisfied look on her face, carrying a plate.

“Toa-chan’s special—omelet rice!”

The omelet rice she placed in the center of the table was wrapped in fluffy eggs, had a wonderful aroma, and looked so perfect that I couldn’t believe she had no cooking experience.

But upon closer inspection…

“Isn’t the sauce… not red?”

“This is normal. Chocolate is the weird one.”

Instead of chocolate sauce, she had made a heart with ketchup on top of the eggs.

Ketchup on omelet rice was unusual. And the lack of chocolate scent was unusual too.

“…Senpai.”

It was probably because my reaction was so odd.

Toa pouted in dissatisfaction and approached me with the plate of omelet rice and a spoon.

“Here, say ‘ahh.'”

“Huh?”

“I’ll show you why putting chocolate on omelet rice is weird. And for a married couple, doing ‘ahh’ is totally normal.”

“Well, if anything, that’s more for lovers…”

“Loving couples definitely do ‘ahh’ too.”

Without any debate, she brought the omelet rice to my mouth. It was still piping hot as always, but since various circumstances had cured me of my sensitivity to hot food, the temperature was just right.

The fluffy egg texture combined with the onion-scented chicken rice and spread through my mouth.

There was no unnatural sweetness or overpowering chocolate aroma, so at first I was a bit thrown off, but…

“Here, Senpai! Ahh.”

Every time Toa blew on it and brought it to my mouth, the natural sweetness of the vegetables and the flavors of the ingredients stood out so vividly, and…

“It’s delicious!”

“Hee hee, this is what real omelet rice is like. That stuff is just for hardcore sweet tooth fanatics—it’s not omelet rice.”

I had no idea why Toa was so fixated on omelet rice, and her eyes were intensely scary, but since it was delicious, that was fine.

If I saw chocolate rice and omelet rice as separate dishes, both were tasty in their own ways.

“Want some shichimi?”

“I’ll pass.”

“How about Tabasco?”

“…I’m good.”

Toa was about to put Tabasco on the omelet rice.

When did she even get that?

If Mahiru found out, it would be confiscated immediately, so we shouldn’t have had any spicy condiments in the house…

“No need to worry. I’ll hide it in the back of the fridge so Mahiru-chan won’t find it.”

“…Then it’s fine.”

Is it really fine?

Oh well. I’m a young person living in the moment. I won’t worry about what comes later.

After that, we shared the omelet rice, and I looked at the untouched seared bonito, rice, pork miso soup, and salad on the table.

“Isn’t the amount a bit much?”

“The bonito and rice are lunch. They were left over because Senpai didn’t come home.”

“Sorry about that.”

But if we had rice, she didn’t have to go out of her way to make omelet rice… or so I thought, but Toa’s obsession with omelet rice was abnormal, so she must have really wanted to make it.

These things happen sometimes.

“Let’s eat!”

I clasped my hands together again and shoveled rice with the bonito as a side. Kochi’s bonito had no fishy smell and was truly delicious.

The pork miso soup had the flavors of pork and vegetables melted together, and drinking it brought a sense of relief. It felt like the fatigue was draining from my body.

“Hee hee… we really seem like a married couple.”

Toa watched the scene with a cheerful smile.

She was definitely leaving the apron on on purpose even after cooking was done, but that deliberate touch was so like her, and… it oddly put me at ease.

My heart relaxed more than I could help. My heart relaxed—

“…”

I was finally able to unwind, but then I spotted something unnatural in the corner of my vision.

No, unnatural might not be the word—something extremely unsettling.

To be specific, it was…

“Aren’t there a lot of surveillance cameras?”

Cameras. Not just in the bathroom and washroom, but the living room had a ton of them installed too.

If they were all plugged in, it would probably trip the breaker.

“Who the hell installed all these?”

“…Who knows?”

When I voiced my question, Toa’s smile seemed to freeze for a moment. But she quickly returned to her usual bright expression.

“Things have been pretty dangerous lately, after all. Better safe than sorry.”

“Yeah, the three great families are pretty intimidating.”

I wasn’t denying the cameras themselves, either.

I just thought they were meant for outside, not indoors, and I wanted to point out that the usage was wrong, but having security awareness was actually a good thing.

“Oh, who cares about that? More importantly, Senpai.”

Toa leaned forward and tempted me in a whispery voice.

“For a married couple, it’s all about nighttime activities, right?”

“…I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Activities. Night-time ac-tiv-i-ties!”

“Thanks for the meal.”

I still didn’t quite get what she meant, but I figured it was better not to understand, so I deliberately cleared the dishes without asking.

But she wasn’t one to give up that easily, and Toa followed me to the kitchen with a mischievous grin.

“After my bath, I’ll come to Senpai’s room.”