Underworld Coercion! The Wife Fan’s Counterattack

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October 14, 2037 (Today)

▽Ninth Apostle Super Topic

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[Ninth Heaven] 2037/10/14 11:18:20

The Ninth Apostle-only event in San Francisco is a go! Registration is now open!

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[Julialili] 2037/10/14 11:18:54

It’s that time of year again already…

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[Juan Xiaoyan Ah] 2037/10/14 11:21:12

But where on earth has our dear Brother Nine gone? The investigation unit needs to step up their game!

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[CyanChomi] 2037/10/14 11:21:47

Going off-topic, but I just uploaded my new compilation of Brother Nine’s devastatingly handsome moments to Bilibili. Come check it out, sisters~

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[❀Protecting the Best Xiao Jiu in the World❀] 2037/10/14 11:22:31

“Missing on a mission” has to be an excuse. Xiao Jiu is definitely on some super-secret operation!

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[Wandering Stars] 2037/10/14 11:23:05

Speaking of which, I actually saw the Ninth Apostle last night.

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[Treasure Boy’s Little Coral] 2037/10/14 11:24:41

Pfft, another sister is having springtime daydreams, lollllll

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[Nine-leaf Clover☆Only Love Lord Corvus] 2037/10/14 11:26:08

@Wandering Stars You’re lying! Lord Corvus is lazing in bed with me right now, hmph!

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[The Warlord’s One and Only Designated Wife] 2037/10/14 11:26:42

@Nine-leaf Clover☆Only Love Lord Corvus As if! He’s busy getting all lovey-dovey with me!

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[Wandering Stars] 2037/10/14 11:27:55

I’m serious… but I think he was in disguise.

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[Heartbeat Kiss❤] 2037/10/14 11:28:27

@Wandering Stars I’ve read hundreds of fanfics like that, lololol. Author, please come up with something new.

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[Test Tube Brush] 2037/10/14 11:29:03

If you’re going to post fic, do it on Jinhe or AO3. Don’t spam the super topic.

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[Third-Ninth Divine Cult is Number One in the World] 2037/10/14 11:27:32

You should write something with Third Apostle × Ninth Apostle! The Tyrant Warlord pairing is the best!

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[Datian Shunmie] 2037/10/14 11:29

@Third-Ninth Divine Cult is Number One in the World Your subject concurs!

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[MissMissChu] 2037/10/14 11:32:43

I’m more of a fan of the het pairing between Brother Nine and the Sun Princess, lol

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[Wandering Stars] 2037/10/14 11:34:03

@Test Tube Brush I’m being serious. His entrance was a bit strange, but the way he insta-killed that monster was super cool.

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[Test Tube Brush] 2037/10/14 11:34:29

@Wandering Stars I’ve seen at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, people say the same thing. Also, don’t just randomly @ me.

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[Wandering Stars] 2037/10/14 11:35:11

@Test Tube Brush I can’t force you to believe me… Never mind, I’m going to cook for Lord Ninth Apostle now.

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[Test Tube Brush] 2037/10/14 11:35:38

What’s with this person…? So weird.

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[❀Protecting the Best Xiao Jiu in the World❀] 2037/10/14 11:36:14

Aha, don’t be mad, Ms. Brush. They’re probably new and don’t know the rules.

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“What the hell…?”

Jadette (ID: Test Tube Brush) frowned at her phone, her gaze fixed on the comment section of the Ninth Apostle’s Weibo super topic.

A flicker of annoyance went through her.

This new person who had just popped up was so strange, persistently tagging her.

‘Is this ‘Wandering Stars’ person crazy? Has she been daydreaming so much her brain’s turned to mush?’

She scoffed internally as she scrolled through her phone, then a fearless smile touched her lips.

‘Hmph, let them have their little fantasies! At this point, no one can get to him before I, his lawful wife, do—’

“—Lord Ninth Apostle, you have a bit of sauce on the corner of your mouth.”

“Huh?”

“Let me get that for you… there.”

Aimira (ID: Wandering Stars) produced a lace-embroidered handkerchief and gently wiped the smudge from my lips.

Her gesture left me feeling rather embarrassed.

“Here, open wide. Ahhh—”

“Ah…”

She placed a small piece of a hamburger patty, fried to a perfect crisp on the outside and tender within, into my mouth.

I hated to admit it… but it was delicious.

“How is it?”

“Heavenly…”

“Heehee, that’s good. One more, ahhh—”

“Ah…”

This time, a piece of golden, crispy pan-fried fish fillet found its way into my mouth.

Damn it, it melted on my tongue, the seasoning just right.

“And this?”

“Mmm, delicious…”

“Heehee, I’m glad you like it. Oh, right, you can’t have just meat. Ahhh—”

“Ah…”

She fed me some savory, finely shredded eggplant.

It was strange; I usually hated eggplant, but this tasted incredible.

“How is it?”

“You’re a lifesaver… wait, hold on a second!”

How did we end up having such a cheerful meal together?

I had to stop and think back.

How did things get to this point?

Roughly one hour ago—

Ding-dong, ding-dong, dong, dong~

The doorbell rang.

A shiver ran through me.

My keen intuition, honed by years of combat, screamed at me.

This was no delivery boy or utility collector.

*Ding-dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong~~

“Coming, coming!” I called out, hurrying to the door and cracking it open—

“Hello. Thank goodness, I was worried you weren’t home.”

—The first thing I saw was an impeccably beautiful face.

Her skin was like ice and jade, her eyebrows like willows, and her nose was exquisitely shaped.

Her features were perfectly proportioned, and her eyes, like frosted glass beads, shimmered with a lively light.

A beauty mark at the corner of her mouth was particularly striking.

Looking closer, I saw she was wearing a stylish dark blue, long-sleeved jacket that looked to be made of expensive material.

Beneath the hem of her skirt, she wore smooth, lilac-colored tights.

Her shoulder-length hair was tied back in a high, fluffy ponytail, and a silver necklace rested against her fair collarbones—a perfect match.

Her face and height suggested she was only fifteen or sixteen, yet she carried herself with such mature grace.

“Hello. It’s lunchtime. Have you eaten yet?”

She gave me a sweet, tender smile.

“Not yet, actually…”

“Perfect. Look.”

She brandished a shopping bag filled with oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, onions, ginger, garlic, and all sorts of other ingredients.

She had the air of a dutiful wife who had picked up groceries on her way home from work.

“I apologize for the sudden visit, but would you be so kind as to let me in?”

“Alright…”

I let her in.

I was about to find her a pair of slippers, but she had brought her own.

The way she took off her heeled boots was mysteriously alluring, and the small, stockinged feet she revealed were a sight to behold.

Even in cheap plastic slippers, she possessed a unique charm.

A girl this beautiful probably had fragrant sweat.

Unfortunately for her, I’m an armpit guy. My deepest apologies.

“So this is where you live, Lord Ninth Apostle…”

She looked around as soon as she entered but quickly seemed to realize her curiosity might be impolite.

Patting her slightly flushed cheeks, she gave a light cough and bowed to me.

“I was hoping I could borrow your kitchen, if you don’t mind…”

“Uh… it’s that room in there. Feel free…”

“Thank you so much!”

She headed into the kitchen with her ingredients and seasonings.

To be honest, I owned cookware, but I almost never cooked for myself.

“Do you have any dietary restrictions?” she called out.

“I’m allergic to shellfish…”

“Any taste preferences?”

“Anything that isn’t too sweet is fine…”

“I also brought some drinks. I have beer, red wine, coffee, tea, and soy milk. Which would you like?”

“Iced soy milk…”

“Alright, please wait a moment. I’m quite confident in my cooking.”

With that, she put on my apron (which I had barely used), tied her long hair back, rolled up her sleeves, and got busy.

I wasn’t sure if I should offer to help, so after a moment of hesitation, I just sat at the dining table outside the kitchen and quietly watched her work.

Washing vegetables.

Chopping ingredients.

Heating the pan.

Stir-frying.

Pan-frying.

Her movements were as fluid as flowing water, comparable to a master chef.

And I just sat there, stunned, like a guest on a cooking show waiting for the star chef to finish.

What on earth am I doing…?

I, Kos Blavin (my alias), formerly known as Corvus Archia Lupercal, put on a calm facade, but my heart was in turmoil.

What should have been a sure thing had taken an completely unexpected turn.

I needed to reflect.

For the past two years, things had gone relatively smoothly, and I had unknowingly let my guard down.

An impulsive decision, an overlooked risk, and now I had to deal with it myself.

Thinking back, the very act of “personally cleaning up the Abyss” was foolish.

Even if I had destroyed the Abyssal Beast’s corpse beyond recognition, investigators could still deduce that “the perpetrator is very strong and doesn’t want to be identified.”

Such clues would easily point suspicion toward me, the one who had been missing for so long.

To make matters worse, I was seen.

And by an official investigator, no less.

‘…Have I gone soft?’

Yes, for a fleeting moment last night, the thought of killing her had crossed my mind.

But I dismissed it.

I’m not a murderer, nor a psychopath, nor some chuunibyou kid who sees a dark, gritty anime and screams, “This is so realistic!”

I’ve always believed that for a supreme being unbound by law, “respect for human life” is the most precious quality.

That’s why I’ve never been willing to abuse my status as an Apostle to command the winds and rains like some of my predecessors…

Of course, I’m self-aware enough to know this is also my weakness.

A “strong mentality” and the “mentality of a superior” are two different things.

So, what should I do now?

Should I leave?

Pack my bags and run?

Give up the guild receptionist job I’d finally found and was quite satisfied with, change my identity, and start all over again?

“Damn it…”

Creating the fake identity of “Kos Blavin” had been a pain.

Ever since the personal identification number system was implemented, forging an identity had become exceedingly difficult.

It wasn’t something you could solve by just controlling a few office workers.

Last time, I had to risk exposure by infiltrating the heavily guarded central database.

Most importantly—when I ran into that girl in the Abyss, I clearly heard the notification sound of her phone uploading a photo.

Where did she upload it?

If it was to the central database, I’d be screwed.

My Absolute Contract ability wasn’t omnipotent enough to just hack into any server.

The best I could think of was to use my ability to order her to delete all image data, but that assumed she even had the authority to do so.

And what would I do with her afterward…?

“It’s ready.”

“Ah…”

I glanced at the clock.

Nearly an hour had passed while I was lost in thought, and she had already served the meal.

‘It looks so good’—I nearly said it out loud.

Pan-fried fish fillet, cold-dressed eggplant, a Hamburg steak, dry-fried green beans, stir-fried spare ribs… they were all home-cooked dishes whose names I recognized, but they were plated as beautifully as they would be in a restaurant advertisement.

Just a single glance was enough to whet my appetite.

“I personally prefer Chinese food… ah, but if you prefer European or Japanese cuisine, I can cook something else.”

“This is fine. Let’s eat…”

“Alright. Please, enjoy.”

She untied the apron and sat gracefully across from me, draping her jacket over the back of her chair and revealing the sweater underneath.

“Well then, please try my cooking!”

She gestured for me to begin.

The slight movement caused her chest to sway.

As she leaned forward, those mounds of flesh pressed against the edge of the table, their shape and softness clearly visible even through the thin layer of her sweater.

…Oh, my God.

She was hiding massive breasts.

They were completely unnoticeable when she had her jacket on.

“Just out of curiosity… how old are you?”

“I just turned sixteen last month.”

“…”

For a sixteen-year-old… that was an impressive size.

“Lord Apostle… what are you looking at?”

Ah.

“…I was examining the quality of your sweater. I heard on the news that counterfeit wool is rampant lately. I was worried you might have been swindled.”

“Ah! Th-that… whoa, how could I… Lord Apostle, you’re so concerned about me…”

She was so startled her chopsticks clattered onto the table.

She covered her blushing face with both hands, her gaze darting away, unable to meet mine.

Why am I feeling so guilty…?