(Chastity Reversed) The Legitimate Wife War: How I, a Harem-Hater, Ended Up Creating an Ultra-Eccentric Harem with a Villainess, a Sadistic Beauty Teacher, a Scheming Classmate... etc. - Chapter 154.1 - Villainess's Serious Date

The car door was opened.

The one who opened it was a female doorman dressed in a chic uniform.

Her hair was also neatly parted in a 7:3 ratio, exuding the hotel’s dignity.

Just from these few moments, it clearly gave off an obviously expensive feeling.

When I timidly looked at the exterior, before my eyes sat a hotel that everyone had heard of.

A super luxury hotel that even a commoner like me could recognize.

A hotel in Hibiya, in a prime location with a view of the Imperial Palace right in front.

“Actually, this is a affiliated hotel run by our hotel business. So please enjoy without reservation. Now, shall we go?”

She told me so I wouldn’t hold back… once again I could sense the greatness of the Hosho family.

As expected of Sayaka-san, the eldest daughter of the Hosho family—she entered the hotel with a practiced air.

Seriously amazing.

As expected of an ojou-sama.

I hurriedly chased after her and entered, and an incredibly nice fragrance wafted over.

There wasn’t a single piece of trash on the floor, and the cleaning was thorough.

“S-so what’s the reason for coming here? Honestly, I have no idea.”

What do you do at a hotel besides stay overnight? Eh, but from morning?

Stay overnight… maybe?

I can’t say it’s impossible.

That’s why earlier…

“…Eh, continuing from earlier? …Ah.”

What I was thinking leaked into words.

Sayaka-san definitely heard it too.

“Would that be more to your preference, Kyoya-sama?”

She showed a devilish smile.

That’s when I realized. This was part of the strategy.

As expected of Sayaka-san, setting elaborate traps!

I’m truly now a carp on the cutting board, a frog stared down by a snake.

Waiting deliciously to be eaten.

Such thoughts circled in my head…

But immediately Sayaka-san broke into a smile.

“I’m joking. I don’t plan to do anything for now, and I never had such intentions to begin with.”

She didn’t forget to add, “Though it’s a different story if you wish for it…”

The moment she reassured me, she made my heart skip.

“Th-then what’s the reason for being here? Ah, food?”

“That’s next~”

Apparently that’s not it either.

Then I’m completely lost.

What else do you do at a hotel? I seriously don’t know.

“You’ll understand once we go, so let’s go. It’s a pleasant place.”

A pleasant place? I’m even more lost now.

Following Sayaka-san, I was led to a spacious private room.

There was something like a bed with towels placed on it.

“This is…?”

“Simply put, it’s a private spa that couples can use together. It’s completely private.”

S-spa…

A fancy word that never appeared in my life.

“Kyoya-san, you’ve been very busy lately, haven’t you? You seemed to have accumulated fatigue, so I prepared this course. I thought it would be nice if you could heal your daily fatigue and incidentally have your skin elasticity and lymph flow taken care of… did it not suit your taste?”

Sayaka-san kept glancing at my expression.

I couldn’t show a reaction due to surprise, so I apparently made her anxious.

“Ah, sorry, sorry! I’m really happy! It’s just that words like spa massage never appeared in my life until now, so surprise was stronger. I’m really surprised!”

“I see… so it’s your first time?”

A slightly contemplative expression.

A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Then I’ll take Kyoya-san’s first time… shall I?”

She started saying things with suggestive phrasing again.

But it’s also true that my heart pounded a little at those words… even though I know it’s calculated, even though I understand.

And then.

“Your heart rate seems a bit high… It’s fine. You’ll settle down as you receive treatment, okay?”

The esthetician teacher… maybe you don’t need to say unnecessary things?

Sayaka-san gave me a thin smile… how should I say it, it was very embarrassing.

By the way, the private spa felt really good.

Perhaps thanks to getting a full body massage, according to the person who treated me, my lymph flow was something or other—well anyway, I felt like my skin complexion improved and became plump.

Is this what they call mochi skin?

According to Sayaka-san:

“To this extent in one session… unbelievable.”

She was genuinely surprised and envious.

I think the reason I got such results was thanks to my usual roughness.

I think it’s because I’ve done absolutely nothing for skin care until now.

By the way, other boys in this world apparently do such care properly.

Sato-kun and Tanaka-kun sometimes have conversations about which toner is good and such. I stay quiet during those times.

But I digress.

This spa—next time I’ll bring Mio-nee and others.

As far as I know, Mio-nee probably never had a chance to come to places like this either.

The spa massage itself finished in about an hour. By the time we were done, it was lunchtime.

We moved by limousine and came to a sushi restaurant in Ginza near the hotel.

Driving the limousine through Ginza’s narrow alleys seemed difficult—certainly not very maneuverable.

I learned after arriving, but apparently it’s a Michelin-starred sushi restaurant.

Just the wording alone is amazing.

Inside the shop, with only counter seating—for me who’s only been to conveyor belt places, this is an unknown world.

Moreover, for this unknown world of non-rotating sushi, they apparently reserved the entire place this time.

Sayaka-san… this is too much.

The taste was also exquisite.

The sushi the chef made for us was thick per plate and delicious enough to make my cheeks fall off—my mouth was full of happiness.

So this is the taste of the upper class… She probably eats this often.

“I don’t usually come to places like this. I go only occasionally. For important times… coming with family or important people… don’t you think that’s better? Kyoya-san.”

“I think so too.”

It’s not what you eat, but who you eat with. Well, having good food is even better.

“Ultimately, a full course eaten alone is bland. Of course the taste is very delicious, but… if you don’t eat with someone, if you can’t share impressions, the taste is halved.”

Just from that, I somehow, somehow imagined there might have been such things in her early childhood.

Certainly, both her parents seem busy with work.

“Weren’t you lonely?”

“Well, to be honest, a little… But I thought it couldn’t be helped. It was an important period for the company, and even as a child I could see that both parents were swamped with work. So I tried it once to dispel the loneliness—I went to a restaurant where the food was delicious when I ate with my parents. But even though the taste should have been the same, something was different.”

I also have that experience.

Grandpa, Mio-nee, and I used to eat meals together as three. But when grandpa died and Mio-nee was hospitalized, the usual room felt spacious, and the usual meals became somehow bland.

“At that time, Kurokawa ate with me while saying it was a secret, but… thinking about it now, that butler wasn’t fulfilling her duties properly. I’m starting to think she just wanted to eat expensive food.”

She spoke ill of Kurokawa-san who’s driving.