I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 595: Incredible Food?

Millis began to pull a few strings together, specifically, people with her amazing charm. While this was happening, Lillian was outwardly groaning.

Why were people so inclined to come up to her?

Marionette, having just shooed off another noble with a cold glare, looked towards Lillian, who was smiling wryly at what happened.

Lillian soon turned to Marionette, her smile instantly fixing itself at the sight of her girlfriend, "I think it’s best we get something to eat before everything runs out."

The Assassin hummed a bit. With a few glances around at the food, the hall, and the still unoccupied tables, Marionette soon gave a nod.

"Good idea."

Chuckling for a moment, the Rabbit moved first - but was soon pulled back. Lillian turned around and looked down, watching as Marionette’s slender arm wrapped around hers.

Lillian then looked away a bit, her cheeks growing slightly pinkish. She then reciprocated the intimacy by leaning against the Assassin’s side a bit.

After the two had found a table and gathered plates to eat, they sat down - but were quickly followed by other nobles who sat down with them; one of them being rather familiar.

Crystal, who had suddenly been told to sit here by Millis, looked around nervously as she glanced at Marionette several times; the Assassin was sitting a few seats away from her.

The table was big enough for 6 nobles to sit down at, along with their servants, who remained stubbornly situated behind their respective nobles; they had an air of professionalism around them.

Unlike Lillian, who had taken a seat beside Marionette without her image as an Attendant in mind. This could also be applied to Millis, who had taken the liberty of sitting right beside Lillian.

The two of them were fine with the other nobles sitting at their table.

Although that couldn’t be said for Marionette, who was internally grumbling inside her mind, she was certain there were other tables these nobodies could sit at, so out of all of them, why was it with her and Lillian’s?

"Tch."

Ignorant of Marionette’s tongue click, Lillian was keenly watching Millis shovel food down her throat with some rather surprising, elegant table manners.

’The food is really that good?’ Lillian thought, curious about her own plate.

In the game, all kinds of experiences that the player went through would be expressed through Millis’s thoughts, which was a key feature of the game, surprisingly.

Any moments in the game that would’ve been boring would automatically become entertaining to some degree for the player by reading Millis’s thoughts, which would... always be worded rather degenerately...

’Millis described the experience as having several orgasms in the span of a millisecond after being edged and starved all day...’

Looking down at the food, Lillian recalled a minor bit of information. In the world, once a person managed to enter the realm of magic, they would be given several pathways in life.

The path of a chef, while not the most sought-after by mages, has been known to be incredibly profitable, depending on your abilities.

’And I heard the Darkhounds hired some highly-graded chefs...’

As a test, Lillian scooped a mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. She was then blown away by their incredibly fluffy and flawless texture; she could even taste the high-quality of dairy products that went into it.

She soon moved on to the slice of beef-like meat she chose. The moment it entered her mouth, she could feel the fatty muscles of the meat instantly melt on her tongue like butter.

The oils and fats that went into making the meat, which was enough to cause an average person to feel as though their heart was clenching, gave her an experience of ecstasy.

’Holy shit!’

With a ginormous smile on her face, Lillian immediately continued to devour more.

With each bite she took, she could feel her tongue shiver with pleasure. Lillian could even sense that whatever beneficial nutrients were found in this meat were affecting her in real time.

Any kind of low energy she had was immediately washed away, and signs of muscle fatigue or soreness were instantly rejuvenated.

This was the best food she had ever eaten!

Although the consumption of ingredients from monsters made a great difference, the quality of the chef’s skills was the resounding factor in a dish.

After a gulp, Lillian turned to Marionette and requested:

"Marionette, you gotta try this! It’s amazing—!"

But when she was about to finish, Marionette interrupted her with a swift answer:

"I prefer your cooking better."

Marionette, who had already tried out the food, found herself bored by the taste, no matter how good it may taste.

"Eh? S-seriously?" Lillian answered with a slight stutter, surprised. The food here was way better compared to hers by several folds!

Marionette smiled and leaned the side of her face against her palm; her elbow rested against the table. Then, she cooed:

"Seriously. I’m not joking, Lillian."

The food she ate had no love or feeling in it, like the chef only made it so they could get his pay; the concept of love being an ingredient was still a foreign thing to her, but even she could point out the difference.

Leaning her face away from her hand, she snaked her freehand under the table and rested it on Lillian’s thigh - causing the Rabbit to jolt and stiffen a bit.

Marionette’s eyelids dropped slightly as her smile grew warmer and more mischievous, "I would even say that I would prefer your cooking over the most skilled cooks and chefs in the world."

With a blank head, Lillian stared into Marionette’s eyes. When she eventually regained herself, she blushed intensely.

She would then proceed to shovel food into Marionette’s mouth, feeding her over and over again until he embarrassment disappeared.

The nobles and attendants who watched the two flirt found themselves feeling incredibly envious, even though some of the attendants had spouses or lovers to come back to.

A couple of nobles at the table had even requested a napkin for their nosebleeds as they watched Lillian blush intensely, finding the girl to be incredibly attractive and cute.

Millis, however, was not as affected as the nobles - in fact, it would be more accurate to say she wasn’t the slightest bit affected by the envious scene.

Instead, she was wondering about how to strengthen the two’s relationship even further without damaging anything; she was the cause for the other nobles sitting at their table.

It wasn’t that hard to convince them. Tell them that two beautiful women were about to sit at an empty table and lie that if they were lucky, they could get one of them.

But their purpose was just so she could get an observation.

After placing a noodle-wrapped fork into her mouth, Millis pondered:

’Possessiveness... now how do I go about making her more possessive of Lillian?’

She was sure Lillian wouldn’t mind that about Marionette, after all - in her mind - she had labelled the two of them simps for one another.

’It’ll at least relieve my boredom a bit.’ Millis smiled, soon smirking as a plan bloomed inside her mind.

Then, she frowned slightly as she felt something probing her mind.

Millis scowled with an agitated look and thought:

’Get out of my head.’

...

While that was happening, Damien - who was sitting on a table and having a joyous time entertaining his tablemates - was then asked to be pulled out of the room by a family servant.

His face twitched, but he tried not let his annoyance show.

When he left and entered an isolated room, he was met with a convergence of darkness that soon split apart to form six masked individuals clothed in black.

The forehead of their masks each labelled them a number.

Seeing it was his elite squad, Damien’s annoyance quickly soothed.

He asked:

"Well? What have you all got to tell me about the 6 missing nobles? They haven’t actually been clumsy enough to get lost in my home, right?"

Each of the Bloodhounds glanced at eachother. Then, one of them took a step forward and spoke for the rest of them:

"The mystery of the missing nobles isn’t the cause of clumsiness, master Damien, but someone amongst the party." The Bloodhound then paused before adding, "Be wary of..."