My Happy Marriage (LN) - Volume 8 - Chapter 2.2

When She Was Drunk

One day, just as he was leaving to go home—

“Commaaander.”

Right as Kiyoka, commander of the Special Anti-Grotesquerie Unit, was packing up for the day, his aide Yoshito Godou dropped by to stop him.

“What?”

“You’re heading home, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Ta-daaa! Here, this is for you, Commander!”

Looking awfully cheerful, Godou produced a white box.

“What’s this?”

“See, my Mother’s been really into making Western-style desserts lately. She’s always tended to overdo things, and she keeps making too many. And then she makes it my problem by pushing them off on me. Anyway, that’s the gist of it, so please have some.” Jabbering away with an unnecessarily detailed explanation, Godou forcefully handed the box to Kiyoka and departed with a casual good-bye. “See ya, Commander!”

A blue vein throbbed on Kiyoka’s temple as was he was left with no choice but to return home with the box.

“—That’s how Godou explained it all, so you should have some, too.”

“Okay…”

Miyo gazed at the box on top of the low dining table, blinking her eyes in confusion. When Kiyoka opened the lid of the box, the aroma of spirits wafted gently into the air.

Inside were elegant, light brown baked goods.

“Wow… They look delicious, don’t they?”

“They do.”

Kiyoka wasn’t particularly fond of sweets, so he hadn’t been sure what he was going to do with them when Godou handed him the box, but they looked surprisingly tasty.

Miyo quickly brought out small plates, and they each sampled the baked goods.

This flavor…

Brandy slowly spread through his mouth when he bit down. It brilliantly harmonized with the fragrant aroma of the dough into an extremely delicious flavor.

Western sweets weren’t that bad after all, Kiyoka thought, relishing the flavor, when he suddenly realized something.

It was definitely delicious. However, the alcohol was quite strong.

“Miyo. How are you at handling your—”

Kiyoka gulped down the world “alcohol.”

“Hee-hee. Those were so tasty…”

In the blink of an eye, all the treats had vanished from Miyo’s plate.

Then, in a move that was very unusual for her, she wormed her fingers under the lid of the box. Sensing something amiss, Kiyoka grabbed her hand in a panic.

“Wait, stop.”

“Kiyokaaa?”

Murmuring with her already slurring speech, Miyo sluggishly lifted up her head.

Lightly pink cheeks. Dull, watery eyes. She was clearly drunk.

“Hee-hee.”

She languidly cocked her head slightly and grinned.

Miyo, who very rarely ever smiled, was now beaming ear to ear. She repeatedly giggled and chortled. Kiyoka couldn’t help but stare at her expression. Then he put his head in his hands.

“This can’t be… I never thought she’d be this easily affected by alcohol.”

“I feew. A bit, wightheaded… Tee-hee-hee.”

Miyo’s eyes drooped, and her mouth slacked with delight. The pristine nape of her neck had flushed red, becoming subtly alluring.

Kiyoka brought his unnaturally fast heartbeat under control and averted his eyes.

He was just imagining things, all a trick of his senses. By no means was he feeling anything improper or untoward.

“I wanna have one mwoah.”

“Hey, stop, no more.”

Miyo reached out her hand the instant he took his eyes off of her, but Kiyoka managed to stop her before she got to the box, taking it away.

He couldn’t let his guard down for a moment.

After a short while, Miyo’s breathing fell into a steady rhythm, and she drifted off into a peaceful, comfortable sleep. Putting his coat over her shoulders, Kiyoka subconsciously broke into a smile gazing at her sleeping face.

Godou… I’m chewing you out tomorrow the first chance I get.

Inwardly, he gave his subordinate a good thrashing for being the source of all this trouble.

Afterward, Kiyoka strongly advised his fiancée, who could not remember the night before, to never drink alcohol in front of others again.