Tokyo: I was tricked into marrying a yandere ghost

The bento box was even tastier than I had imagined. I don’t know if it was because of the relatively expensive eel or because Kawakami Tomie’s cooking skills were truly amazing. Kiyokawa Kiri tried a piece and found that there was nothing wrong with it, so she gradually felt relieved.

Tomie Kawakami opened the same bento box and started eating right next to Kiyokawa Kiri.

If you ignore the fact that the other person is a ghost story, and just look at the scene now, they really do look like a couple who have just started dating.

"Is it good?" Tomie Kawakami asked with a charming smile, biting her chopsticks. "What an unromantic man, he doesn't even know how to compliment me."

"It's quite delicious..."

Hearing this, Kiyokawa Kiri's expression also became somewhat embarrassed.

After clearing his throat a few times, he said honestly, "It tastes even better than what you get at restaurants outside. Thank you for lunch today."

It's still unclear what Tomie Kawakami is up to.

However, objectively speaking, the other party is still mostly well-intentioned, and Kiyokawa Kiri is not as wary of them as before.

Anyway, according to Kawakami Tomie's setting, as long as I insist on not being charmed, nothing should happen.

But the alluring young woman was clearly still not satisfied. Hearing Kiyokawa Kiri's comment—whether it was praise or just a fair assessment—she gave a light snort and suddenly asked, "Kiyokawa-kun, do you know what kind of fish an eel is?"

"What type...?"

"Amphibian fish, eels are neither purely freshwater fish nor purely saltwater fish, but rather typical migratory fish."

Suddenly, Kawakami Tomie picked up a piece of eel and smilingly offered it to Kiyokawa Kiri's lips.

The latter hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened his mouth and ate the eel.

Does this count as indirect kissing? This guy was biting his chopsticks just now...

Kiyokawa Kiri was still lost in thought, but Kawakami Tomie had already started to say the next sentence to herself:

"The life cycle of an eel consists of two stages."

"It is born in the ocean. The larvae hatch in the deep sea and then drift with the ocean currents for several months before finally entering freshwater environments such as rivers and lakes, where they feed on local shrimp and crabs."

"Once it reaches adulthood, it will try to swim back to the deep sea and begin to reproduce there until it has laid all its eggs and dies."

When Tomie Kawakami said this, her eyes were rather unfocused, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

Upon hearing the keywords "reproduction," Kiyokawa Kiri couldn't help but glance at the other person a few more times, pondering the matter slightly.

Eels are fish that reproduce only once in their lifetime.

They may even stop eating before laying eggs, causing their digestive organs to degenerate so that they can use all the energy stored in their bodies to nurture the eggs.

Once all the fish eggs have been laid, they will die from exhaustion and physiological depletion.

In fact, similar situations are not uncommon in nature.

However, the fact that these words came from the other party made them seem particularly strange.

"I like eels..." Kawakami Tomie didn't mind using the chopsticks that Kiyokawa Kiri had just used to pick up another piece of grilled eel, and then put it into her mouth with a happy expression. "It's like a fish that lives to reproduce."

Kiyokawa fell silent for a moment, mainly because he didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, he always eats very quickly, and he finished his entire bento box in the blink of an eye.

The latter, somewhat displeased, protested, "Why are you eating so fast? Can't you consider your girlfriend's feelings?"

"Sorry, it's a habit." Kiyokawa Kiri apologized crisply.

Tomie Kawakami gave him a slightly flirtatious glare, then took out a thermos and handed it to him.

"Miso soup, have some," she said succinctly.

A standard part of Japanese meals is various kinds of miso soup.

However, students rarely drink miso soup with their lunchboxes, mainly because it's troublesome to bring it over—unlike most cold lunchboxes that can be easily stuffed into a backpack, if it gets cold and needs to be reheated, it might ruin the original flavor of the miso soup.

Kiyokawa Kiri was surprised to receive such good treatment from her "boyfriend," and wondered if he was serious.

He accepted the miso soup without warning, and was about to take a sip and concoct some words of praise when a lazy and pleasant female voice suddenly rang in his mind—it was the girl who had been living in his head.

Don't drink it, there's something wrong with this soup.

Kiyokawa Kirito froze in place.

Meanwhile, Kawakami Tomie, who was looking at him expectantly, immediately frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Her attitude suddenly turned cold, and she said indifferently, "Don't you like miso soup?"

"No, this soup..."

Kiyokawa Kiri held the thermos, her expression gradually becoming complicated.

The main ingredient in this soup is her bodily fluids. If you drink it in your current state, you might very well be seduced by her.

The girl in my mind issued a serious warning.

However, even without her warning, Kiyokawa Kiri probably wouldn't dare to take a bite of miso soup after learning its main ingredients.

He cursed under his breath, "I knew Tomie wasn't up to any good. What kind of good person would make miso soup with bodily fluids?"

That being said, there shouldn't be any problem with the previous bento boxes, right?

The bento box itself is fine; the problem is the soup.

Upon hearing the voice in her mind, Kiyokawa Kiri felt a great sense of relief; as long as the bento box was alright.

If there's a problem, even without mentioning that one might be seduced by Tomie Kawakami, just knowing the main ingredients is enough to make one feel disgusted.

Unexpectedly, Tomie Kawakami is quite clever, knowing to use a bento box in advance to ease her guard.

Kiyokawa Kiri held the miso soup, hesitated for a while, and then said softly, "I don't usually like to drink soup, so you should drink it."

Tomie Kawakami didn't speak, but her gaze towards him grew increasingly cold.

The air seemed to freeze, but this time, Kiyokawa Kiri didn't flinch, instead meeting her gaze head-on.

Seemingly sensing that the other party wouldn't accept, Kawakami Tomie first sighed almost imperceptibly, then flashed an extremely charming smile, waving her hand with a smile and saying:

"If you don't like it, then don't drink it. Just leave it there, and I'll take care of it later."

"Um......"

Kiyokawa felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

However, after what happened earlier, the slightly ambiguous atmosphere between the two was also shattered.

He looked at Kawakami Tomie, who was eating casually, and couldn't help but ask, "Tomie, do you really not know how I lost my memory?"

"I don't know, but if you really want to know, there is a way..."

Tomie Kawakami absentmindedly poked and mashed the exquisite dishes in her bento box with her chopsticks, seemingly venting her dissatisfaction.

After hearing Kiyokawa's question, she glanced at her indifferently, then said with amusement:

"It all depends on whether you're willing to make the decision to investigate the truth."