Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 236 - 24

Chapter 236: Chapter 24

Once they were done, Seijirou offered to wash the dishes despite Touka’s insistence to do it herself, but under Seijirou’s persuasion, she can only nod and just went to take a bath.

A few minutes later, Seijirou walked out of the bathroom, the steam from the hot shower still clinging to his skin like a spectral shroud.

He moved with a relaxed, feline grace, using a plush towel to slowly wipe the dampness from his ash-blond hair.

As he entered the living area, he saw Touka.

She looked soft, almost ethereal, sitting on the sprawling leather sofa while watching what seemed to be a high-budget zombie movie.

He went to the kitchen and found a bag of chips tucked away in one of the designer cabinets.

“Didn’t know you were a fan of zombie movies,” he remarked, his voice low and teasing.

“I am not,” she replied matter-of-factly. “But I like to point out how unrealistic these things are. It’s a fascinating exercise in identifying logical fallacies.”

He took out one, a golden, salted slice, and held it up to her lips, feeding it to her.

“Hm.” Seijirou nodded, taking a chip for himself as he leaned back, stretching his legs out. “Well, say, if a zombie apocalypse does actually happen, what are some terrifying things that people usually don’t talk about? Since you’ve clearly given the infrastructure some thought.”

“Hmm, maybe hygiene? Yes, definitely that.” Touka turned slightly toward him, her voice dropping into that rhythmic, focused tone he found so charming. “I mean, water is scarce, so bathing and brushing your teeth shouldn’t be a top priority… until you have an abscess, or pneumonia, or a staph infection. These are things that most people don’t bother to remember because we live in this modern society where clean water and soap are basic necessities. A simple toothache would become a death sentence without antibiotics.”

“That’s true,” Seijirou nodded, genuinely impressed. “The small things would become the big things.”

Seijirou paused mid-chew as he stared at her, the mental image of a mosquito-borne plague settling in. “…Damn. I never thought of that. That’s actually terrifying.”

They spent the next hour talking and laughing, Touka dismantling every scene with her ruthless logic while Seijirou added his own sharp-witted insights.

Seijirou noticed the way the silk of her gown shimmered whenever she moved, and the soft, floral scent of the shampoo she had used lingered in the air.

The horror on the screen was nothing compared to the warmth radiating from the girl beside him.

Touka, usually so guarded, leaned into his touch, her laughter becoming softer, more melodic.

Seijirou looked up at the digital clock on the wall and saw that it was already 11 PM, so he turned toward Touka, his gaze softening. “It’s already late. Let’s get some rest. You’ve had a more exhausting day than most.”

With that, he helped her stand up, his hand lingering on her waist for a second to steady her.

“Here.” Seijirou turned on the lights as he led her inside.

“Just call me if you need anything. I’ll be in the room just across the hall.”

Seijirou turned around, confused. “Touka?”

Her voice was small, vulnerable, stripped of the academic armor she had worn all evening.

The request was unexpected, yet it resonated deeply within him as he searched her eyes, finding a mix of longing and a lingering fear of the dark.

Touka nodded, her head lowered as a deep flush crept up her neck and colored her ears.

Seijirou didn’t let her finish her frantic backtracking as he stepped forward and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her in a firm, protective embrace.

It was a sound that made her feel more alive and safe than any logic or tax code ever could.

“Seijirou-kun…” She looked up, her face flushed and her ears turning a brilliant red, but she didn’t look away this time.

“I… I really…” She bit her lips, as if trying to force the words to come out her mouth.

The hazel light in his pupils was soft, like moonlight on water, making Touka feel as if butterflies were flattering on her stomach.

Touka didn’t need him to finish the question as she simply smiled—a soft, radiant expression that signaled her absolute trust.

At that moment, Seijirou lowered his head and brought his lips to hers.

It tasted of salt and sweetness, a brief moment of perfect harmony in the heart of a chaotic city.