The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem. - Chapter 128: A Kansai Native Enjoys The Date.

A Kansai Native Enjoys The Date.

“I always want to be the best woman I can be for Kentarou-kun, you see. Scent is an important part of that, after all… mugumugu.”

“Either eat or talk—pick one…”

Tamatsukuri-senpai stuffed her cheeks with an enormous katsusand. It was huge. Tenma was chowing down steadily too, but… look at Rinko. Just watching them was giving her heartburn. For the record, Rinko had chosen a small egg sandwich. If she tried one of those katsusands, she’d probably burst.

“Tamatsukuri-san is… quite the hearty eater…”

“Ngu ngu! Nmu! Pwa! Eating everything without pickiness and keeping a healthy body is essential for an examinee too, you know.”

“Whenever I ask where all that food goes with Erika, it’s usually ramen shops. And she orders the extra-large portion same as me…”

“Fancy restaurants are nice, but they’re never enough. To keep the brain sharp, you need to eat hearty meals. Though even I couldn’t finish the cafeteria’s mega katsukare.”

“That thing’s impossible… When you ate two-thirds of it, I seriously thought you were gonna die…”

A slim girl with a bottomless stomach. If Mio—who loves food but frets endlessly about gaining weight—heard this, her eyes would probably roll back in her head. Where does it all go in that petite frame? A black hole?

“Fuyuki-kun, you should eat more too. It might boost your grades even higher.”

“There’s no evidence for that… Fuyuki, don’t mind her. The only one whose efficiency improves from eating is Erika…”

“U-um, well… I couldn’t eat that much anyway…”

“What a waste. Nothing beats the Antarctic extra-large at Mongolian Tanmen, though.”

That’s insane. Rinko can’t handle spicy food, so even the regular would destroy her. And on top of that, rice too…? I don’t get it. Tamatsukuri-senpai is a mystery in so many ways.

“Anyway, time is precious. Shall we head to the perfume shop first? It might be boring for the boys.”

“Dai-kun, will you look around with me?”

“Of course.”

“Hmm, Tennouji-kun really is an ideal boyfriend. He doesn’t get bored—he seriously searches for what suits his girlfriend. Admirable! By the way, the perfume I’m wearing now is the one Kentarou-kun said he liked.”

“Want to try something new?”

“That’s my darling! Looks like I won’t be letting you sleep tonight either.”

“Ah… yeah…”

Tenma pushes his preferences just as boldly, huh. Tamatsukuri-senpai’s eyes were turning into those of a starving beast again. He’s in for another rough night. Are Rinko and I too tame only doing it once? No, that’s not it—Tamatsukuri-senpai is just way too aggressive.

A specialty perfume boutique, huh. Somehow, places like this make Tamatsukuri-senpai seem far more mature than a high schooler. Her words and actions are the free-spirited chaos Rinko described, but her fashion, fragrance, sense of style—those feel like an adult’s, not a teenager’s.

“Kentarou-kun told me he likes this refreshing pear-like scent, so I’ve been wearing it for the past six months. It doesn’t run out quickly, either.”

“The price is… incredible…”

“Fuyuki-kun. If you want to be the best woman for your boyfriend, it’s better not to compromise too much. He tried to stop me from spending so much, saying I didn’t need to spend that much money on him. But Kentarou-kun is a wonderful man. I’m afraid he’ll slip away from someone like me at any moment. That’s why I always want to be the best woman I can be.”

Tamatsukuri-senpai seems pretty dependent on Tenma too. It’s true—girls and women on the street turn to stare at him. “That guy’s hot!” whispers and lingering glances. But when he’s next to a stunning beauty like Tamatsukuri-senpai, most of them wilt in defeat.

“Don’t worry—I’m not interested in any girl but Erika. I won’t cheat, and if you dump me, that’s that, but I won’t be the one to leave. You’re my only girlfriend. Oh, this perfume’s nice. Jasmine. I like this one.”

D-damn, smooth… Like Momodani with Makino-san, the way words that make their girlfriends melt just flow naturally is seriously enviable. Look—petals and hearts are practically exploding around Tamatsukuri-senpai in a hallucinatory flurry.

“Kentarou-kun…! You…! Yes, yes! Hm? Marine notes can be strong—will that be all right?”

“I think it’s pretty nice, actually. It suits you perfectly. Want to try it on?”

“Mmm… I did. How is it?”

Sniff sniff “Yeah, it really suits you. Fresh but dewy—perfect for you.”

“Good, good! Then I’ll switch to this from now on! The price is gentler on the wallet too. Fufu… fufufufu! As I thought, the only one who truly understands me is Kentarou-kun!”

“That’s embarrassing to hear…”

“Kentarou-kun… yeah, you’re better with nothing at all. Actually, that wild, sweaty scent after practice… drool”

“Stop!? I’m self-conscious about smelling sweaty!”

“Nonsense! That’s the very scent that captivates me! I think of it before bed and—”

“I’m not letting you finish that sentence!”

Bomb dropped. Total loss of self-control…

“Mmm, this one smells nice…”

“Which? Would it suit me? Yeah… a faint vanilla-like sweetness… Would something this sweet really suit me?”

“Reverse psychology from cool Rinko—gap moe, you know? You like sweets anyway, so a sweet scent should be perfect, right?”

“Fuyuki-kun—no, may I call you Rinko-kun? Gap moe is a wonderful thing. Just seeing Kentarou-kun get excited makes me want to excite him more. To make him happy. That desire wells up endlessly. Perfume today, clothes tomorrow, makeup after that, then lingerie… And so I was dyed in his colors, bit by bit.”

“Dyed… by a boyfriend…”

“I get the feeling you have a strong desire to be dyed by Tennouji-kun too, Rinko-kun. You already know how good it feels to be completely colored by your boyfriend, don’t you?”

“…Yes. I want Dai-kun to dye every part of me. From a single strand of hair to the tips of my toes… even every fragment of my soul… everything is already Dai-kun’s…”

Damn, that’s a massive, heavy declaration. But that’s what makes Rinko so lovable. The way she looks only at me, loves only me forever—it’s precious. And I’m just as obsessively in love with her.

“Even every fragment of my soul…! Oh! Oh! Magnificent! Magnificent, Rinko-kun! You are the ideal woman! Kentarou-kun! I will offer my soul to you too! Body and heart—everything! Dye me completely in your color!”

“Eh? That’s fine by me. I’m not interested in anyone but Erika anyway. If we’re going to love each other, I only want to look at you. I have no intention of ever letting you go.”

So heavy! Momodani’s love for Makino-san was heavy too—am I surrounded by people with insanely intense feelings? Though I can’t talk.

“Kentarou-kun…! You…! Why do you grip my heart so tightly and never let go…!”

“I don’t know any girl but you. You took all my firsts. I love you. The only future I see is marrying you.”

“Kentarou-kun… I… I’ll bear your children… tonight… okay?”

“No way—we’re still high schoolers!”

“Customers~ Please keep the lovey-dovey talk outside~”

A vein was bulging on the clerk’s temple. Tenma and Tamatsukuri-senpai had turned the store into their own private wedding hall with some kind of reality marble.

“Kentarou-kun…”

“Erika.”

“Customers~”

The clerk’s face was starting to look like an asura.

“That was beautiful… I want Dai-kun to…”

If we started too, we’d definitely get banned. L-let’s just buy the perfume and go… Staying any longer was getting awkward. Rinko bought the one I suggested, and Tamatsukuri-senpai bought the one Tenma picked. The clerk’s mouth was twitching. We probably wouldn’t be welcome back for a while.

“Fufu… I’ve been dyed in Kentarou-kun’s color again. Ahh… it sends shivers down my spine!”

“Thank you, Dai-kun… I feel like I discovered a new side of myself.”

“My pleasure… Yeah, it really suits you perfectly, Rinko.”

“Haaa…♡”

“Now then! Next stop—the lingerie boutique! Let’s go, Rinko-kun! Let’s be thoroughly dyed in our boyfriends’ colors… and be loved!”

“Yes, Erika-san!”

“Erika and Fuyuki got close fast, huh.”

“I’m happy… it feels like I made a friend.”

Tenma and I smiled innocently, glad the girls were hitting it off—completely oblivious to the fact that they’d already crossed the point of no return.