Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, at that moment, the magical barrier separating the inside from the outside rippled, and two petite figures rushed into the room, calling out urgently.

"Books! Books! Mom..."

"Auntie Yoshiko, Miyu was so excited on her first day of school that she forgot her book..."

At that moment, the two little girls who rushed into the room stopped shouting abruptly, stiffly looked up, and stared in unison at the man and woman embracing in front of the bathroom door, and the bathtub shimmering in the misty steam, and were dumbfounded.

Samael straightened the stiff, wooden-like wife and forced a strained, distorted smile onto his mournful face.

"Actually, I can explain this..."

Chapter Sixteen: Madam, No!

Study hard!

"Try to get along with your classmates..."

Holding their textbooks, Ilya and Miyu were pushed out of the house. They stared at the two figures standing at the door with stiff, tense expressions, waving goodbye to them in unison, and their heads spun.

"boom!"

As the door closed, the two little girls came to their senses and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Miyu..."

"Um……"

Do you think we might become sisters in the future?

"If, if it's Ilya, I wouldn't mind..."

"Well, it's settled then. Dad can only give you half. The odd number is yours, and the even number is mine."

"Well, Mommy too!"

The two little girls looked at each other, made a solemn promise, and gazed at each other with a sense of tragic relief. Their four hands were clasped tightly, and their bodies unconsciously drew closer inch by inch until they were almost touching.

"Ilia..."

"Miyu!"

“Ding-ling-ling…!”

Just as the two were about to come into direct contact, the hourly alarm on the pink wristwatch startled the two little girls, who were about to recognize each other on the spot and burst into tears, from this inexplicable atmosphere.

"Eh? This is..."

"The alarm I set for class..."

"Oh no! I'm going to be late! I'm doomed! Today is Tiger's class!"

Upon hearing this, Ilya, who had just come to her senses, turned pale and let out a pitiful cry. She hurriedly grabbed her best friend and rushed towards Suiqunyuan Academy.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Miyu, run!"

Suddenly, the two little girls, pulled back to the harsh reality, hurriedly disappeared at the end of the alley.

At this moment, the parents, who were standing behind the window watching their daughters walk further and further away, let out a long sigh of relief, and the stiff smiles on their faces finally relaxed.

Noticing their synchronized movements, the two instinctively turned to look at each other, their awkwardness replaced by a forced smile.

They really didn't do anything.

"Excuse me, would you like to continue washing?"

A moment later, Sakuzuki Yoshiko, as the hostess, took the initiative to break the silence and awkwardness in the room. She turned around and pointed to the bathroom with her face exposed, then turned to look at the guest in front of her, coughed and asked, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Never mind, let's just have tea?"

Samael recalled the various unexpected events he had recently encountered, his cheek twitched, and he quickly declined the wife's offer, resolutely choosing to get to the point.

"Yeah..."

Soon, the sliding wooden door of the dressing room opened gently, and Samael, dressed in a black jacket and matching casual pants, walked out of the cubicle, came to the low table, and sat down properly.

Hua Hua...

Hearing the sound, Shuoyue Yangdaizi looked up, remaining frozen in place, while the clear sound of water echoed continuously from the tabletop.

"Madam... Mrs. Shuoyue... Yangdaizi!"

"Oh, oh? You called me?"

"Water! The water is full..."

Samael pointed to the overflowing tea in the cup, offering a helpless reminder.

"Sorry sorry sorry!"

At this moment, the wife, realizing the problem, seemed to wake from a dream, and...

His face immediately turned bright red, and he hurriedly put down the teapot, picked up a rag, and frantically wiped the water stains on the table.

However, in the rush, a mistake was made. Due to the excessive force of the movement, some water splashed on the table and slid down the edge of the table onto the clothes that Samael had just changed into.

"sorry Sorry!"

Seeing this, Shuoyue Yangdaizi became even more embarrassed. Her face flushed bright red, almost to the point of bleeding. In her desperation, the wife, who was holding a rag, instinctively bent down to try and save the day.

"I'll clean it for you right away!"

"hiss……!"

However, as the homely-dressed woman stood by the table with her hands down and head bowed, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, Samael couldn't help but gasp. The blood in his body seemed to boil and surge, converging in a certain direction.

"Stop! I can do it myself!"

Gu She's face instantly turned green. He quickly helped up the increasingly flustered Shuo Yue Yang Dai Zi, took the towel, and proactively wiped the water stains off her pants. Then, forcing a stiff smile, he pinched his throat and whispered a reminder.

"Um, weren't you supposed to be having tea?"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I'll get ready right away."

At that moment, Mumu took the towel. The wife, who had been standing blankly by the table, snapped out of her daze, apologized, and began her work of brewing, preparing, and grinding tea.

But for some reason, Sakuzuki Yoshiko, who was once almost a "prodigy" and quite proficient in the tea ceremony, was in an unusually bad state today. Not only did she frequently lose focus, but she also forgot to control the heat when brewing tea, and made mistakes in the grinding and serving of tea.

They even mistakenly used a sugar jar as a tea jar, resulting in the embarrassing incident of accidentally stuffing sugar cubes into a teapot.

Suddenly, the tea room was plagued by a series of problems and issues.

Samael, who originally only needed to relax and enjoy the "harmony, respect, tranquility and peace" of the tea ceremony, had to be on high alert and ready to put out fires at any time.

Finally, after nearly an hour and a half of struggling and making numerous mistakes, the wife managed to stumble through the process.

After a few cups of bitter matcha, Samael, who was in ecstasy, was already somewhat exhausted.

"The tea is good, thank you for your hospitality. I've already accepted your thanks, so don't worry, I'll take care of things with Miyu. If there's nothing else, I'll have to take my leave now."

Having barely made it to noon, the ancient snake, feeling extremely uncomfortable, pointed to the sun outside the window and, taking advantage of the time, awkwardly bent over and stood up to say goodbye.

He worried that if he stayed any longer, this place would eventually become a pornographic film set with signs that read "Married Women".

"I apologize for my rudeness today and for not being a good host."

Having been in a daze throughout the entire event, Yoshiko looked embarrassed and had no choice but to end the half-hearted hospitality and see her guests out.

However, as the farewell drew near, the still somewhat dazed wife looked at the departing figure and hesitated several times before finally speaking.

The guest, seemingly aware of what was happening, turned around, smiled, and asked the question.

"What, is something wrong?"

"I have a very unreasonable request..."

Under that gaze that held a hint of encouragement and gentleness, Sakuzuki Yoshiko bit her cherry lips, looked up at the figure in front of her, and murmured something.

"Can I hug you?"

Samael paused for a moment, then followed Yoshiko Sakuzuki's gaze and looked down at the men's clothes he was wearing. He seemed to be deep in thought, nodded slightly, and opened his arms to the married woman in front of the door.

In an instant, the married woman, having received permission, rushed into the man's arms, took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering lavender fragrance on his clothes, clasped her hands around his waist, pressed her cheek against his firm chest, and closed her eyes to listen to the powerful beating of his heart.

Samael stood quietly, his gaze falling on the thin shoulders in his arms. After a moment's hesitation, he gently patted the woman's back, as if soothing a crying baby in a cradle.

After a while, the married woman who had been lying in the ancient snake's arms finally got up and waved goodbye with a touch of reluctance.

As they parted, their figures, bathed in sunlight, smiled slightly and whispered to each other.

"It will be fine……"

"Ok!"

The married woman paused for a moment, watching the receding figure, then nodded emphatically, her pretty face beaming with a radiant smile.

Legend has it that demons are masters at bewitching people's hearts, making them impossible to guard against.

Because, in your eyes, they are exactly what you desire.

Whether it's a family member, a lover, or a friend.

It is the pure land in my heart, and the most tender part of my heart.

This is precisely the nature of desire and the weakness of the human heart.

The serpent of Eden glanced back at the figure that emerged from the shadows of the house and stood in the sunlight on the porch, smiled gently, and then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

My rhinitis has worsened, and I have a headache. I need to take a day off.

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Chapter Seventeen, Mr. Gai, it can't be that bad, it can't be that bad. 4.5k

It was already noon when they fled from Shuoyue's house.

Because of the frequent incidents, Samael could only eat some snacks. When he arrived at the shopping street, the bustling crowds, the rising smoke, and the smell of fried and cooked food aroused his appetite.

Just as Gu She was hesitating about whether to have tempura or traditional Japanese food like sushi for lunch, a strong, dry, and spicy aroma wafted from the alley ahead, instantly overpowering all other smells. It rushed straight to the top of his head from his nostrils, making him feel invigorated and his nostrils itch.

Yes, the familiar recipe, the familiar taste...

"Ah!"

Samael sneezed loudly, his eyes rolling slightly, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the deserted shop deep in the alley, and behind the counter, at a cook wearing a white headscarf, a blue apron, and an exaggerated eight-pack.

With his exaggerated physique and muscles, he looks more like a seasoned fighter than a bloated, overweight cook.

As the wind chimes rang, customers, who were almost a rare species to this shop, entered, sat down, and ordered.

"One bowl of Mapo Ramen, something light, please."

"You mean, it's different from usual, right?"

The cook, who was leaning over the counter, saw the person who came in, and a pleasant smile quietly appeared on his lips under the silver light.

Seeing this, Samael smiled slightly, slowly raised his middle finger, and uttered a clear syllable.

"roll!"

Based on his years of experience dealing with the other side, he knew that this guy's question, without any qualifiers, was definitely not something good.

Different flavors can be milder or spicier, serving as experimental materials for new products.

"Alright, the usual, number three, the usual taste."

Samael, who already knew there was a trap involved, naturally wouldn't easily fall for it. After hesitating for a moment, he still chose the same set meal that he could afford in the past.

Although the extreme spiciness this guy created is a bit inhuman.

But to be honest, once you get used to it, you really start to miss it if you don't try it for a long time.

Of course, there is a reason for this.

As we all know, spiciness is not a taste in the strict sense, but rather a sensation of pain.

When you eat spicy food, your brain senses pain, which stimulates the release of endorphins. These hormones relax the tense brain, helping to relieve stress and producing an unexpected feeling of pleasure. Therefore, as the pain subsides, the stress gradually eases and dissipates.

If you consistently eat large amounts of spicy food, the body's endorphin production will be insufficient to meet its needs, causing the body to crave spicy food even more.

Commonly known as an elevated pleasure threshold, it can be somewhat addictive.

However, it's fine to have a taste now and then, just to reminisce about the past. Samael isn't that masochistic to the point of making him this guy's guinea pig.

"Kiri, if the broth isn't right, I wouldn't mind digging a hole, planting you in it with only your head sticking out, and then stuffing the whole pot of Mapo to your mouth, spoonful by spoonful..."

The ancient snake, sitting at the table waiting for its meal, watched the chef's retreating figure and offered a "kind reminder," its smile elegant but its gaze sinister.

In an instant, Kirei Kotomine, who was about to go into the kitchen to work, heard the meaningful "instructions" and thought of the bizarre scene described in the words, and his body stopped in his tracks.