(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 155.1 - Villainess's Legal Wife Declaration

Enjoyable time passes in an instant, and when we went outside, I realized it had become dusk.

In the current season transitioning from autumn to winter, the sun sets much earlier than summer.

After shopping, I entrusted my tired body to the limousine seat.

The fluffy, enveloping seating comfort healed my body.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Thank you.”

I deliciously partook of the tea Sayaka-san brewed for me.

The warm tea permeated my tired body.

This limousine apparently has not just wine, but also an abundance of beverages.

The limousine carrying us tired souls headed from Ginza to a high-rise building in Minato Ward.

Perhaps because it was evening time, the road was a bit congested.

Distance-wise it wasn’t that far, so we arrived in less than 30 minutes.

“We’ve arrived.”

“Thank you, Kurokawa. Please come pick us up again when it’s time.”

“Understood. …Have a good journey, you two.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah… hm?”

Have a good journey?

Are we going somewhere else from here?

What does she mean by journey?

“Well then, shall we go? Ah, Kyoya-san, come to think of it I forgot to ask…”

Sayaka-san asked while smiling.

I wonder what. That ominous smile.

She definitely didn’t forget, right? She’s trying to surprise me, right?

It’s deliberate, right?

“Do you… like high places?”

“Eh?”

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“I-it’s high…!”

Right now, I’m floating in the sky.

You’d wonder what suddenly happened, right?

Yeah, I’m wondering that too.

“How is the helicopter journey?”

Sayaka-san’s voice came from a distance where our shoulders touched.

It was a bit hard to hear due to the helicopter’s engine noise.

“Amazing… I have no other words.”

Really amazing.

Outside the window, Tokyo’s night view spreads out in all directions. The transformation from dusk to night is nothing short of spectacular—I can’t find any other words.

The colorfully lit-up Tokyo Tower, the neon colors of Minato Ward’s high-rise buildings.

Countless car lights—scenery and wind I normally can’t experience.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Of course!!”

There’s no way it wouldn’t be fun.

It’s my first experience in both my previous and current life.

“Fufu, I’m glad.”

The helicopter went through Odaiba and circled around the Rainbow Tower area.

Scenery I’d never normally be able to see.

Taking about an hour, we toured centered around Tokyo’s streets.

Sayaka-san’s profile illuminated by the night view was very beautiful.

So much so that I found myself captivated.

Sayaka-san, who noticed I was looking, tilted her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-no, nothing.”

I hurriedly shook my head and dropped my gaze to the urban night view.

It might be cheesy, but I thought it.

That Sayaka-san was more beautiful than the urban night view.

After thoroughly enjoying the helicopter, we rode the limousine again and this time headed to Tokyo Bay.

“Let’s eat dinner for the last part.”

Since Sayaka-san said that, I imagined maybe a sushi restaurant like lunch or French cuisine…

Well, I was wrong. There’s no way Sayaka-san could be measured by my common sense.

“A cruise… is it?”

After an air journey, a sea journey.

What a luxurious full course.

The ship was a luxurious two-story passenger ship, too magnificent for just the three of us to board. There were even white sofas on the deck.

At this point, I could only laugh.

“This is finally the last one.”

Seeing my surprised state, Sayaka-san told me with a wry smile.

If there were more than this, it’d become going to space or something.

“Well then, I’ll make food, so please watch a movie or the night view for a bit.”

I did as told, sat in the ship’s chair, and gazed at the night sea.

Just moments ago I was traveling the sky, but now I’m looking at car lights from above the sea—it’s a very strange feeling. I never thought I’d see such scenery.

Before long, a good smell of cooking wafted from the kitchen.

The smell of cooking rice and rich miso soup.

The sound of grilling fish and the aroma of simmered dishes.

There was also tamagoyaki on the table.

Things Sayaka-san often makes for us at home.

The food was ready in less than 30 minutes. The good smell was whetting my appetite.

“It’s ready. Shall we eat together?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry… dinner is Japanese-style. It has the usual homey feel, which is nice.”

“Yes, it’s the usual. It’s what they call home cooking. You’d get tired of eating out all the time, right? Especially you, Kyoya-san.”

“…You understood well.”

I don’t think I showed such signs.

“We’ve been together for half a year.”

“Half a year… right, it’s still only been half a year.”

It feels like we’ve been together much longer.

A lot happened in this half year.

“Yes, it’s still only been half a year. …Now, the food will get cold, so let’s eat.”

“Yeah, thank you. Thank you for the meal.”

I understood with one bite.

“Delicious.”

It naturally spilled out.

The sushi at lunch was delicious too, but this has warmth to it.

I ate the meal enthusiastically.

Sayaka-san also smiled while eating elegantly.

I suddenly remembered the past.

When grandpa and Mio-nee were there, surrounding the dining table.

Now there are only two of us.

Somehow that scene flashed through my mind.

“Somehow… this is nice too.”

“…Yes, it is.”

I don’t know if it got through.

“Today’s date… how was it?”

Sayaka-san asked timidly.

Gauging my reaction—unusual for Sayaka-san.

“I had a lot of fun.”

Of course that’s my true feelings.