Villainous Young Master's Otherworldly Harem

" Miss! Just one question! Is it true that you are dating Mr. Takeno?"

" No, And I hope you don't spread such a rumor."

" What's about your next album? When it's going to be released?"contemporary romance

" After two weeks. I hope you would wait till then."

" Then about Mr. Michiro…."

" I have nothing against Director Michiro. However, if he dares to pester me, I will naturally retaliate."

A young woman adjusted her sunglasses as she hurriedly got into the car. Her bodyguards pushed aside the media while teh car slowly started to move.

" Well, That Michiro is really a bastard." The assistant of the girl grumbled.

" However, he is really powerful this time. There are many people who owe Director Michiro a favor. How are you going to fight such an influential person?"

" Do, I need to?" The girl snorted when she heard the question. " If I won't feel uncomfortable, I will simply quit the agency."

" My grandma, Don't say like that." The assistant sighed when she heard the girl. " You are contracted with our agency. Not to mention, what will you do if you quit the music industry?"

" You are talking like I would come to the street if I quit." The girl smiled. " Are you forgetting my mom has a restaurant? I will simply work there."

" Haah, You…"

" Anyway, I want to go home early. So, take me straight to home."

" Alright, Risa."

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" What do you mean this is simply a mistake? There are literally a cockroach in my bowl!"

" Dear Customer, We really don't know how it came to your soup bowl. As you know, our kitchen always picks the fresh ingredients…"

" Oh, can you just shut up?" A man yelled. " You mean we are lying?"

" Dear Customer, Just think about this. Why would we mess up one of our most expensive dishes…"

" Haah? Are you telling me that we should just continue to eat because it's an expensive dish?"

" Are you we poor people who can't afford to eat your dishes? What a great home restaurant indeed!"

" ARGHH!"

The rouge who spoke first cried in agony as he fell on his knees. His knees were pierced by two chopsticks, which penetrated deep into his knees.

" Bastard! How dare yo-"

*PAAA*

With a tight slap, the remaining two fell to the ground, their face stained with the soup they spilled.

" Didn't you say a cockroach fell in the soup?" The young man snorted. " I wonder how does it tastes. Why don't you tell me what it tastes like?"

" Fu-Fucker, Do you know who…we are?"

" Do you know who am I?"

Suddenly, all three troublemakers felt a wave of rancid air covering them, filled with the smell of iron…like blood. The overwhelming pressure.

It was like they were standing before a paramount being, who could kill them in a thousand brutal ways without batting an eye.

" Ye-Yes!"

" We are doing it! Do-Don't kill us, Please!"

As two workers along with the woman who seemed to the be owner looked at the scene with disgust, the three rouges licked off the floor where they spilled the soup.

They even licked near the dead cockroach, making one of them retch.

" If any of you dare to vomit, you need to lick that off too." The young man spoke in a cold voice.

" N-Nop need. We are doing it!"

" Now. If you had enough taste, fuck off right now."

" Thank you!"

All three of them hurried and pulled up the shutter, escaping with their lives on the line.

" So…It's really, you, huh?" The woman spoke as she looked at the young man.

" Well, Can I have a bowl of ramen now? With extra spice and bacon?" The young man gave a cheeky smile.

" Clean up the mess and close the shop. You all are free to go." The woman turned around and walked away.

The workers were stunned. However, they did what the woman said. After a while, the entire place was cleaned off as they left the restaurant.

And before leaving, one of them led the young man to the private room.

Unlike a restaurant, it was more like a private quarter of someone, with a sofa and TV with other luxuries with a kitchen attached. As the woman worked in the kitchen, she suddenly felt someone hugging her from behind.

" Let me go! I am don't know you…" The woman tried to struggle, but her acting was pretty bad.

" Oh, Ichika…You really didn't recognize me, Huh?"

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