The Heroines Can Read My Secret Diary

When he brought Megumi to Shunkatei, the restaurant's staff hadn't forgotten Hakuto, and Sonoka had probably informed them beforehand, so when Hakuto arrived with Megumi, they were led to a private room.

"Please wait a moment. The chef is preparing a dish for you."

After speaking, the staff member left. Hakuto said to Megumi, "Wait a moment, Megumi. If you're hungry, I can have them bring some food over first."

"It's okay, Haku. I'm not too hungry."

Megumi shook her head. Then she asked Hakuto, "But Haku, are you very familiar with the chef of this restaurant?"

Although Megumi knew that Hakuto had only just met Sonoka, so she was curious about what exactly his relationship with her was, or rather, how far it had developed.

Hakuto thought for a moment, then assured Megumi, "This should be about the third time we've met. But the chef is very pretty, has a great figure, a good personality, and is a very kind person."

Megumi stared at Hakuto.

"Haku, being fickle is not allowed."

Hakuto's gaze began to waver.

[As expected of my wife Megumi, known as Zhuge Kato. I only tested the waters a little, and she already found me out. I just want to give those cute girls a home. How is that called being fickle?]

All the women: 'Player. If that's not called being fickle, what is?'

Megumi stared at Hakuto. "Haku, being fickle is not allowed!"

Faced with Megumi's gaze, Hakuto didn't dare to meet her eyes. Not having a harem was impossible.

He, Yagami Hakuto, was definitely going to give those cute girls a warm home.

[My wife Megumi strongly dislikes my wanting to give other cute girls a warm home. But giving up is impossible for me. Even if my wife Megumi refuses, I won't give up.]

Megumi sighed. She looked at Hakuto and said, "Haku, can't you really like just one person?"

"Sorry, Megumi. I like you, but I won't like only you."

[Sorry, my wife Megumi. I like you, but I don't like only you. My wife Kaguya, my wife Yukino, my wife Alice, my wife Erina, my wife Natsuki, my wife Arisu, my wife Sonoka. Only children make choices. As an adult, I want them all!]

[I'm a Transmigrator, you know. I've carefully learned about that Transmigrator predecessor of mine. He had a full three thousand concubines. My goal is to surpass that Transmigrator predecessor of mine. You can do it, Yagami Hakuto. Fight on!]

Seeing the diary's content, the girls whose names were mentioned by Hakuto couldn't help but grit their teeth. No way. They would never agree to Hakuto having a harem.

[But it's probably impossible. Damn it. Which bastard abolished the polygamy system? It's simply inhumane. Don't let me find out, or I will definitely dig up their grave and scatter their ashes!]

[Damn it. I'm so envious of that Transmigrator predecessor of mine. He could openly have a harem.]

Megumi didn't speak again. Having already understood that Hakuto wouldn't change, she gave up.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly fell silent.

Fortunately, Sonoka arrived not long after, breaking the silence between Hakuto and Megumi.

"Please enjoy!"

This time, the dishes Sonoka made were a full Western course.

They were:

Appetizer: Caviar

Soup: Cream of Mushroom Soup

Fish: Cream Baked Snails

Main Course: T-Bone Steak

Salad: Vegetable and Fruit Salad

Dessert: Mango Pudding

Drink: Light Tea.

To be honest, Hakuto wasn't used to the etiquette of eating Western food.

You couldn't slurp your soup. You had to chew with your mouth closed when eating, and you couldn't lick your lips or make noises.

If the soup was too hot, you couldn't blow on it. You had to wait for it to cool down before drinking.

You couldn't lift the bowl directly to drink the soup. You had to use a spoon.

After finishing the soup course, you had to put the spoon on the plate, with the spoon handle pointing towards you.

When eating fish or other dishes with bones, you couldn't spit the bones out directly. You had to cover your mouth with a napkin, spit the bones onto the napkin, then place them on the plate.

When there was a small amount of food left on your plate, you couldn't scrape it with a fork or touch it with your fingers. You had to use a small piece of bread to soak it up.

To this, Hakuto only wanted to say, this etiquette was truly thought up by people with too much free time on their hands.

[To be honest, I really don't want to eat Western food. Too much etiquette. I think etiquette is purely something those people thought up when they were full. They must be sick in the head. Why all the fuss? Isn't eating big chunks of meat and drinking soup from a bowl satisfying enough?]

[But whatever. I still have to give respect to my wife Sonoka. After all, my wife Sonoka is not only beautiful, has a great figure, but also has a good personality. Hehe.]

The roots of Sonoka's ears turned red.

"Um, Hakuto, does this meal suit your taste?"

Sonoka asked Hakuto.

"Yes, it's very delicious."

[My wife Sonoka asked if the meal was good. Of course it's good. I have to say it's good. But this Super Taste is really great. My mind has restored the entire cooking process of my wife Sonoka. That means, once my cooking skills improve, I can completely replicate it exactly.]

Sonoka's pupils contracted slightly, 'Was Super Taste this powerful?'

At Totsuki Academy far away, Erina stared at Alice. "Alice, is your Super Taste like this too?"

Alice shook her head blankly. "Not at all. My Super Taste can, at most, deduce part of the cooking process. It can't restore the entire process like Hakuto. Damn it. Could the reward from this diary be a gutted version? Isn't that too much?"

Alice said indignantly.

Sonoka looked at Hakuto. "Then, did this meal satisfy the Spirit on you?"

Hakuto's expression stiffened, but he quickly recovered.

[How should I tell my wife Sonoka? That two big shots on me didn't even bother to acknowledge this meal?]