I’ll Live as a Villain Obsessed Over by a Magical Girl

On the way home, I felt somewhat troubled.

I recalled the day I was first transmigrated into this world. The fear of a new world, the uncertainty about the future. Then meeting the magical girl, meeting Noah, and even the day I first fought her as a villain.

Memories flashed by like a series of rapidly changing scenes.

Until then, I had no idea something like this would happen.

“Is this where you live, mister?”
“Yeah. Specifically, the lower floor.”

Noah had followed me all the way and eventually came to my house. I have no idea what she’s thinking.

Not showing her face for days, and then suddenly barging into a house where a man lives alone.

“What are you thinking, coming here?”
“Just because.”
“You’re not thinking anything weird, right?”
“…Mister, you’re a pervert.”

Noah twirled the plastic bag she was holding, and then put on her characteristically gloomy smile.

“We’re not in that kind of relationship yet, are we?”
“Yet?”
“No! That… um… anyway, don’t think anything weird. I just wanted to eat kimchi stew, and while I’m at it, I’m repaying you for the meal you bought me last time.”

At Noah’s words, I expressed doubt.

“Then why not just make it at your goshiwon?”
“I don’t particularly want to show you that pigsty.”
“…Clean up a bit.”
“I’m busy. Besides, there’s not much in the kitchen. Just a bunch of ramen.”

At those words, I shook my head, saying it couldn’t be helped.

Good goshiwons would be well-equipped with kitchens, but given Noah’s current situation, that would be difficult.
Noah took out the pork belly with a serious face.

“I bought this pork belly with a lot of determination, you know?”
“It is expensive.”
“Exactly. So I want to make it as delicious as possible.”
“Ah. You just want to borrow the kitchen… that’s it, right?”
“Yes. The goshiwon is not good… and I can’t rent a restaurant kitchen just to make some kimchi stew.”
“I thought…”
“What exactly were you thinking? Perhaps, a girl coming to your house? This isn’t that kind of thing… is it? Were you having lewd thoughts?”

When I said nothing.
Noah glared at me with a sharp look.

“…You were, weren’t you?”
“Men are beings whose brains are filled with lewd thoughts.”
“…Hmph…”
“So stop giving me that look. My conscience is starting to hurt.”

It’s not that I didn’t have such thoughts, but if it’s just borrowing the kitchen, it’s not hard to understand.

No, rather, it’s welcome.
It’s an opportunity to ensure Noah eats properly.

“And.”
“What is it, pervert mister whose head is filled with lewd thoughts?”
“Kids who can’t even get an ID card are excluded.”

This little brat who doesn’t even have dry blood on her head.
I pretended to pat her head but flicked her forehead instead.

Noah puffed her cheeks, grumbling.
And with that, another nickname for Noah to call me was added.

“Pervert old man mister.”
“Hehe, yes yes. Mister is a pervert and an old man.”
“I heard that when too much male hormone is produced, hair falls out quickly.”
“…You little…”

I found Noah annoying, so I pinched her cheek. Noah’s cheek stretched with a pull.
It’s like soft rice cake.

I made my voice deliberately stern.

“Did you do wrong or not?”
“I’m showwy.”

This kid, no matter what, hair loss crosses the line.
…I’m a bit worried about it these days anyway.

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“Oh… you keep it nice and tidy.”

Upon arriving at my house, Noah immediately headed to the kitchen.
A neat, though not spacious, kitchen. She took out a few seasonings and prepared to cook.

With an apron on, she looked somewhat like a homemaker.
But it wasn’t just for show.

Noah took out the pork belly and began cutting it skillfully. Not too big, not too small, just the right orthodox size.
She also took out the kimchi bought from the convenience store and cut it into chunks.

“You’re good at this?”
“My dad wasn’t good at cooking. I did a lot of it after I entered elementary school.”

She continued cutting skillfully while answering.

Once all the ingredients were prepared, she started boiling the broth. Of course, using a convenient block product. She rendered fat from the pork trimmings, sautéed the ingredients, and finally put everything in to boil vigorously.

The dish Noah was preparing was ‘Pork Kimchi Stew.’ A stew made with pork belly, the soul food of Koreans, and kimchi, a representative Korean food.

She tasted it with a spoon and.

“…Good.”

She nodded with satisfaction.

I swallowed my saliva at the smell coming from the kimchi stew.

“Would you like to try? It needs more time to simmer properly.”
“Then just one bite.”

I eat kimchi and pork with the broth.
I couldn’t help but be surprised. Is this the cooking skill of a middle school student?

The meat isn’t tough. Nor does it crumble, so it has a nice chew. Convenience store kimchi tastes decent, but there are clear limitations. Yet she can create such a deep flavor.

“…Your father must have been happy.”
“What?”
“No, nothing.”
“Then let’s just wait now. Let’s leave it on low heat for a bit.”

While Noah was lowering the heat, I briefly searched the refrigerator. “Side dishes…” were lacking. In truth, if I were alone, the stew alone would be a fine meal.

But since Noah is here, I want to feed her well.
She’s somewhat like a little sister. No matter how much we bicker normally, no one would want their sibling to go hungry.

I took out a tray of eggs from the refrigerator.

“Are you planning to eat with just the stew?”
“Then… what?”
“Well, sit down.”

I seated Noah and grabbed a pan. A dish I don’t often make. I was thinking of making a dish I only serve when guests come.

It sounds grand, but it’s a very ordinary dish.

Crack, crack.
I started breaking eggs into a large bowl.

Two eggs.

“Are you making fried eggs?”

Four eggs.

“Two eggs per person… that’s quite luxurious.”

Six eggs.

“Mister? You don’t have to go that far!”

Eight, ten… by the time half the eggs had disappeared. I added a bit of salt and chopped vegetables and started beating the eggs.

What I’m trying to make is rolled eggs.
Only, it’s going to be enormous.

“I’ve never seen so much egg mixture before…”
“Wait. It’s going to be incredibly delicious.”

The eggs cooking with a nice aroma. It would surely be delicious just like this. But we have more time and ingredients, don’t we?

Layer by layer. The egg layers stack up. As the layers stack, the tower of eggs grows taller and thicker.

Gulp.
Noah, watching this, swallowed her saliva.

“Um… mister…?”
“Wait. It’s almost done.”

I gently tapped the fluffy layered eggs with the spatula. The rolled eggs made a bouncy sound. It was satisfying.

Leaving behind the fragments of slaughtered eggs, I placed the rolled eggs in the center of the table. Just then, the kimchi stew was also finished.

With heated instant rice, a feast was laid out before us.

“Well, let’s eat.”
“…”
“Noah?”
“…”

Noah’s gaze was fixed on the large and magnificent rolled eggs. She was currently sending a hesitant look.

“…Mister. Are those really delicious?”
“Of course. It’s my masterpiece.”
“…What to do.”
“Why?”

In response to my question, Noah answered with a contemplative voice.

“It’s because we expect that we get betrayed.”
“…Huh?”
“If you don’t expect from the beginning, you won’t be betrayed.”

She uttered pessimistic and philosophical words while pointing at the rolled eggs.

“…What if it doesn’t taste good?”
“You’ll be scolded?”
“No, that’s not it. If I expect too much and get disappointed…”

Noah couldn’t continue her words after that.
The reason was simple.

“Just eat first, then judge.”
“Mmph!?”

Because I forcibly stuffed the rolled eggs into her mouth.

Noah had no time to say anything. The thin, soft layers of egg tore in Noah’s mouth. It had the fluffy texture of well-cooked eggs.

Noah’s eyes naturally widened.

“What are you doing, try the kimchi stew too.”

As soon as I spoke, she scooped a spoonful of kimchi stew broth and brought it to her mouth.
Then carefully let the broth flow into her mouth.

The next moment, Noah’s expression turned blank.

Such a reaction just from eating kimchi stew and rolled eggs. If I take her to a proper meat restaurant later, would she burst into tears?

Munching on the food, after sending it down her throat, she moved her chopsticks again as if entranced.

The action was repeated once more, and then exclamations flowed from her mouth.

“Wow…”
“Is it delicious?”
“Yes… I’ve never had rolled eggs like this before!”

Is it that delicious to merit such admiration? I was more impressed by the taste of the kimchi stew than the taste I usually eat.
Indeed. Simmering it made the flavor richer.

Noah destroyed the eggs while exclaiming with admiration.
Happiness bloomed on her face as her cheeks puffed up.

“A chick eating a chick.”
“What?”
“I won’t take it away, so eat plenty.”
“Ah… you should eat too, mister.”
“It’s too late to maintain appearances.”

‘No, that’s not it…’ Noah seemed to be making such excuses. But I only think that because she’s still eating the rolled eggs while doing so.

She ate her meal frantically, then soon took out a notepad and pen. A scratching sound was heard, and she resumed eating with a satisfied expression.

“What’s that?”

When I spoke first, Noah took out the memo again.

“A bucket list.”
“A bucket list?”

A bucket list, that’s…

“That thing where you write down things you want to do?”
“Yes. I think I’ve achieved one of them today.”

She pointed to a sentence with a check mark and said.

“I just succeeded.”

Eat something delicious with a close friend (V).

“Mister, you’re my friend. Besides, I don’t have any friends to begin with.”
“…So I’m a close friend?”
“Of course. Since you’re the only one, aren’t you a close friend?”
There’s a lot I want to say, but I decided to hold back. Since she’s happy with it, it would be unnecessary to poke my nose in.

Just one thing made me curious.

“Why the bucket list all of a sudden?”

In the original work, Noah never wrote such a thing. She just vaguely thought she wanted to do something.

Noah, going “hmm…” as she chose her words.
After pondering for a moment, she smiled and answered.

“Just… you never know when you’ll die.”
“…”
“I had a dangerous experience recently, and I kept thinking about it.”

If it’s a recent incident…
Ah.

‘It’s that time.’

The day I transformed into a villain and fought Iris. It seems Noah remembers that day clearly.

Noah, who had been contemplating for a long time.
Eventually, she uttered words that pierced my heart.

“There’s this really disgusting tentacle pervert villain. I think his name was Kraken. Anyway, he was terrible.”
“That villain. Is he that bad…?”
“Yes. He talks like he has middle school syndrome, his name is lame, and how could I see a pervert with a paraphilia in a good light?”