Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: This is True Gourmet
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“First up, for the lady of the house, today's opening dish: our restaurant's signature, the beef tenderloin steak.”
The waiter carefully lifted the silver lid and continued his smooth explanation.
“We've taken the tenderloin from premium heifer beef, seared it low and slow with French gourmet butter and herbs, then given it a quick kiss of flame to lock in all those juices. The accompanying sauce is a reduction simmered for six hours from Italian red wine, blending seamlessly with the meat's deep flavors for an even richer taste. And the seasonal vegetables plated alongside—organic asparagus and cherry tomatoes straight from the farm—provide a fresh, crisp counterpoint to the steak's heft.”
As soon as he finished, a subtle aroma teased the air, and Sora let out an instinctive gasp of admiration.
“W-Wowww...!”
“Like it?”
“Y-Yeah! I mean... we've never had food this fancy before...! Honestly, on the way here, I was kinda looking forward to it. A three-star restaurant and all.”
Sora tentatively picked up her fork and knife and began slicing into the steak.
And the moment she slipped a piece into her mouth, a brilliant white light burst from her amethyst eyes.
It must be insanely good.
“I-It’s delicious! Sooo delicious, Taegon!”
“Haha, yeah? Then I’ll bring you here often.”
“R-Really...?”
“Sure. I mean, I’m an executive in an organization with tentacles worldwide. A little cash like this is no big deal.”
The realization that she could enjoy top-tier meals like this anytime made drool glisten at the corners of Sora’s mouth.
Her eyes sparkled like a kid’s in pure delight, but the joy didn’t last.
“But... this money comes from the Villain Alliance, doesn’t it...?”
A flicker of hesitation shadowed her eyes for a moment.
The ecstatic glow on her face dimmed just a touch.
True to her life as a Magical Girl living “in the name of justice,” the idea of indulging on dirty money clearly weighed on her.
But even that wavering was adorable to me.
The sight of her looking up at me with guilt in her eyes, a bit of meat juice on her lips.
It was like the last desperate stand of a Magical Girl clinging to her purity—enough to get me hard.
I wanted to pin her against the wall right then, spread her pussy wide, and pound her relentlessly with my cock until those cosplay-pure lips could only squeal like a pig’s.
But this was dinnertime.
I had to at least act dignified.
“It’s fine. What you’re eating isn’t Villain money—it’s my money. Just a husband treating his wife.”
I gave her a smile.
But even behind my grin, a pang of guilt crept in unavoidable.
I’d never treated her to anything like this before because I’d lied about my job, passing it off as some corporate exec gig.
Flash any real wealth like this, and my cover would blow in no time.
I’d kept it buried deep, but looking back, it was pathetic—pathetic enough to make even me click my tongue.
That I couldn’t even give my wife—my favorite Magical Girl—a single three-star steak.
So from now on, I’d make it right.
At least as her husband. And as a “person,” not a Villain.
That said, sitting here like this sparked a sudden curiosity.
“By the way, Sora. You’re one of the senior-most Magical Girls out there. Don’t tell me you can’t afford something like this?”
Magical Girl Pink Lumina.
The public teased her as a “Magical Middle-Ager” for still going at it past thirty, but her track record was as dominant as ever.
Plus, from her modest teen days up through her mid-to-late twenties—prime time for a tight, ripe pussy—her popularity had been off the charts.
No need to explain; the Pink Lumina merch flood said it all.
Badges, cards, figures, cosplay outfits, even anime rights on the legit side.
On the shady side: onahole lines, ASMR, sex dolls, and parody porn tagged “Lumina (Imagined).”
If she’d pocketed even 1% of those royalties, Sora would be as loaded as me by now.
Just ten years ago, the world was Pink Lumina’s playground.
Kids idolized her; adults milked her for cash.
But Sora just chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.
And she spilled the “adult circumstances” of Magical Girls that even a Villain like me had no clue about.
“Heh heh... Actually, it’s a big misconception. Even if I am Magical Girl Pink Lumina, the character itself isn’t mine.”
“...What?”
It was a fucking bullshit law.
According to Sora, the moment a Magical Girl contracts with “that thing” and transforms, she loses all personal rights.
Name, outfit, symbol, catchphrase—even combat poses and transformation sequences—all registered as property of the state-run Mana Defense Command.
So a Magical Girl was just an actress playing herself.
She only temporarily “licensed” the right to use the “Pink Lumina” character.
Which meant all the merch, comics, broadcast rights, game collabs, and billions in promo revenue funneled straight to the Command.
She got zilch.
Sora continued matter-of-factly.
“Most sales revenue goes to kids’ welfare funds... The leftover 10% or so gets budgeted to the Command. A sliver of that trickles down as activity expenses... Basically civil servant pay. Enough to live on, but you’re never getting rich.”
Sure, some Magical Girls griped about it.
But the “sacrifice for the children” excuse, plus decades of tradition, kept it ironclad.
Openly rebel, and you’d get slapped with “insufficient activity” penalties—or worse, a full suspension.
Sora said she had no big attachment to money anyway, so she just accepted it.
That made it even more bitter.
To me, it sounded like straight-up dogshit exploitation.
Did that rage show on my face?
Sora’s knife paused mid-slice on her steak. She set down her fork and knife, then gently placed her hand on the back of mine on the table.
As if telling me not to get mad, at least not here.
That’s when it hit me.
Me, a Villain Alliance exec, couldn’t even control my damn expression—making my wife uneasy.
“It’s okay! That’s why you get to eat delicious steak from an awesome husband like this!”
“Sora...!”
“O-Of course... finding out that husband’s the hidden big bad of the Villain Alliance was a bit of a shock... Ahem! Anyway, today’s a good day. The day we made up... And we’re at such a fancy spot for once. I don’t want to ruin it.”
Right. Yeah.
Today wasn’t just dinner for us—it was monumental.
We’d dated because she seemed like a good person, and I’d lived hiding behind the mask of an ordinary husband.
I definitely liked her, wanted her by my side... but I’d never called it love.
But now we knew.
My wife was my first love, Magical Girl Pink Lumina.
And she knew I was a Villain Alliance exec.
Yet we’d reconciled.
Today, confirming we’d keep going as husband and wife, might be bigger than our wedding anniversary.
I nodded, making a silent vow.
I’d handle the Magical Girl copyright crap myself.
Behind her back, I’d tear it all down. For today, let it just be our day.
We clinked wine glasses.
“Cheers!”
“Cheers.”
Gulp—
“D-Delicious! This isn’t just any wine, is it?”
“Nope. 2015 Bordeaux Château Margaux. Great vintage for the grapes—pairs perfectly with steak, doubles the flavor.”
We shared smiles, eyes locking.
The wine’s aroma wafted gently, and for a moment, it felt like our own little world.
Then Sora ventured cautiously.
“But Taegon... honey, you’re not eating?”
“Me?”
Maybe self-conscious about devouring her pricey steak alone, Sora glanced at her half-eaten plate, gauging my mood.
Worried the place was too expensive for her to eat solo, probably.
Her concern was so cute and heartbreaking, I chuckled and shook my head.
“Don’t worry. My dish takes a bit longer, so just wait.”
“Oh, okay?”
“Yeah. And Sora, save half that steak. We’ve still got other ingredients to pair it with.”
“Huh?! It’s this good, and there’s more to go with it?”
Sora’s eyes went wide in surprise.
Like she was experiencing a proper Michelin tasting menu for the first time, gripping her fork tight with anticipation.
And right then.
“Master, as reserved, we’ve meticulously prepared using the ingredients you provided.”
Moments later, the waiter arrived with a plate and set it before me.
The lid lifted, revealing an exquisite dish amid a faint, alluring aroma.
The neatly cut rectangular slices gleamed with a smooth sheen on top, their cross-sections showing beautifully layered, pressed marbling like polished marble.
Juices seeped subtly from the tenderly set interior, keeping it moist; thin caramelized nuts and fresh herb leaves garnished the top like jewels.
Just looking at it evoked the signature springy firmness and rich depth of a chilled terrine, instantly whetting the appetite.
“Wow...! Honey, what’s this one?”
“Oh, this?”
I glanced at the waiter, who smiled and recited the description like from a textbook.
“Yes, the dish prepared this time is the ‘Pussy Hair Foie Gras Terrine.’”
“...Huh?”
“Using premium French foie gras as the base, we finely minced the pussy hair personally sourced by Master Kim Taegon and set it low and slow. The accompanying jelly incorporates the lady’s own love juices as a natural ingredient, adding a subtle sweetness and moist texture. Finally, caramelized nuts and herbs elevate the pussy hair’s nutty essence and sensual aroma into refined elegance. Upon tasting, the foie gras’s creaminess mingles with the lady’s unique scent, offering an exclusive flavor experience found nowhere else.”
“......Huh?”