My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

Fukuzawa Yukari should have participated in an eating competition; she ate a whopping seven bowls of ramen before finally stopping, and she still seemed reluctant to quit. If the restaurant owner hadn’t been a bit frightened, she might have been able to eat another bowl.

Kitahara Hideji’s wallet suffered a heavy blow… Who could have foreseen this? He felt full after one bowl of ramen, could barely manage to force down two, and three was absolutely impossible for him to finish. Yet, here was a girl who had eaten seven bowls. Before treating her, he couldn’t have imagined this outcome; it was like eating a loss he couldn’t express in words, a typical case of suffering just to save face.

Saying “please don’t eat anymore” was extremely difficult; it hurt a man’s pride too much.

In the evening breeze, he couldn’t help but steal a glance at Fukuzawa Yukari’s belly and was surprised to find that it was still perfectly flat. This made him question a rumor he had heard before—that girls had two stomachs, one for sweets and one for dieting! And this Fukuzawa Yukari seemed like a brand-new variant, with an additional stomach dedicated to devouring food.

“Ugh~~~” Fukuzawa Yukari let out a satisfied burp, looking content and comfortable. She seemed so at ease that she could have used a toothpick to pick her teeth clean. “I’m 80% full, but that was so delicious!”

No wonder her family’s food never seemed enough. He had thought their economic situation was tight, but now he suspected that no matter where they put her, she would still be a bottomless pit. Kitahara Hideji suppressed the urge to complain and checked the time, realizing that public transportation had already stopped running. He thought for a moment and asked, “Can you manage to get home by yourself? Do you need someone from your family to pick you up?”

After getting into a fight and eating seven bowls of ramen, if something else happened to this Airhead, it would truly be a disaster.

Fukuzawa Yukari rolled up her sleeves and flexed her biceps, showing them off to Kitahara Hideji with confidence. “No problem, regular people can’t beat me!”

On this point, Kitahara Hideji had no objections. If any ordinary thugs tried to rob her or take advantage of her, they might end up being dragged to the police station and turned in for a reward by this monster. So he waved his hand helplessly and said, “Alright then, let’s each go our separate ways!”

What bad luck!

Fukuzawa Yukari’s face turned serious as she wiped her mouth, not caring about the cleanliness of the ground. She knelt down formally, bowed her head, and said, “I came here to challenge you to a duel, but I didn’t expect you to invite me to dinner. Your heart is as vast as the sea, and I can’t compare. I will forever be grateful for your great kindness, and in my next life, I shall be indebted to you… Oh well, even if I have to be a cow or a horse, I will repay you! Now, please allow me to take my leave!”

Kitahara Hideji truly couldn’t comprehend her words, feeling utterly powerless and unable to come up with any retorts. He moved aside, not daring to accept her bow, and sighed, “Take your time on the way back, please be safe and go straight home.”

Was it his way of transmigration that was wrong, or were the people here just strange?

Fukuzawa Yukari got up, smiled, and her snow-white teeth sparkled under the moonlight as she raised her thumb. “Definitely!” With that, she lifted her sword bag and swiftly ran off towards the moon, kicking up a faint trail of dust.

Kitahara Hideji watched her disappear into the night and murmured, “She runs so fast, this monster… She says she’ll repay me even if she has to be a cow or a horse, that’s too exaggerated… Wait, does she mean she won’t treat me in return in this life?”

Is this girl naive or not?

……………….

Fukuzawa Yukari ran around, chasing cats and dogs with great joy until she reached a commercial street in SZ district. Familiar with the area, she wandered through the streets and finally stopped in front of an izakaya. It was past midnight, and the curtains of the izakaya were taken down as it had already closed for the night. Only the wooden signboard with the three characters “Junmi-ya” remained, its strokes sharp and powerful.

Fukuzawa Yukari pushed open the door and exclaimed cheerfully, “Ah ha, I’m back!”

Inside the quaint izakaya, there was only one person working, chopping vegetables behind the semi-open kitchen counter. The person looked up at the sound and greeted her with an emotionless expression, “Welcome back, Second Sister!”

Fukuzawa Yukari casually tossed her sword bag to the side and looked around, asking with a smile, “Are you the only one here, Haruna? Is the bathwater still warm? I’m itching all over and want to take a bath.”

The expressionless girl, Fukuzawa Haruna, Fukuzawa Yukari’s younger sister, who was in the second year of middle school, calmly replied while chopping vegetables, “The bathwater isn’t warm anymore, but it doesn’t matter… Onee-san, you’re super hot-tempered, you won’t feel cold!”

Yukari was taken aback, “How hot-tempered am I?”

“Do you remember the time you sent Souemon from the neighboring street to the hospital?”

“I remember!”

“It’s just a little less than that…”

Yukari gasped and turned around, shouldering her sword bag while forcing a smile, “I’ll go to bed then, I have to go to school tomorrow.” She was about to head upstairs but met a little figure at the entrance of the staircase, emitting flames from her eyes.

Yukari awkwardly greeted, “Sister…”

Fuyumi, wearing a short apron, came out with a face as long as a palm, and black energy seemed to be emanating from her. She walked leisurely to Yukari, stepped on a chair with her tiny legs, and slapped the back of Yukari’s head with her hand, shouting, “Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

Yukari was considerably taller than her, but she dared not retaliate, holding the back of her head and smiling awkwardly, “Ah, the phone? My cellphone was in my backpack.”

Fuyumi hit her head with a loud thud, “Where’s the backpack?”

“My backpack is at school.”

Fuyumi got even angrier, roaring, “You idiot, you left your backpack at school? Are you even a student? Where the hell did you run off to again? We were so worried that we were about to call the police! You idiot! Idiot! All you do is cause trouble for others, run around like a wild child, and never do any household chores. Today, I’ll beat you to death!”

She stood on the chair, only half a head taller than Fukuzawa Yukari, but her momentum was overwhelming. She slapped her sister’s head left and right, almost sending it into her chest. Fukuzawa Haruna, still chopping vegetables in the kitchen, remained expressionless—this was just a typical day in the Fukuzawa Family. She was used to it since childhood, and anyway, her older sister’s head was tough, so her hand would hurt after hitting her.

Fukuzawa Yukari, with her head still hurting, tried to defend herself, feeling wronged, “I didn’t go out to play today, I was actually chasing after you after I overheard classmates gossiping about you being beaten and crying in the Kendo class…”

Fukuzawa Fuyumi’s anger rose another level with her words, and she angrily protested, “Nonsense, I didn’t cry!”

Yukari stood there, taking the hits, and stubbornly retorted, “Yes, you did! Right after school, they sent emails spreading the news. One girl from Class C was beaten and cried by another girl from Class B, and isn’t that you?”

Fukuzawa Fuyumi was so furious that she was almost losing her balance. She recalled the helplessness she felt when Kitahara Hideji humiliated her. With a class of about a hundred students and three classes watching, she didn’t know what kind of ridicule she would face at school tomorrow, and she was afraid of being judged. Her eyes reddened, and she gave Yukari’s head another slap, crying out, “You dare to talk back! I didn’t cry!”

“It was obvious that you cried! Many people saw it…”

“Enough! Are you trying to infuriate me today?” Fukuzawa Fuyumi jumped off the chair and started looking around for a stick, ready to turn her foolish sister into real idiots.

Haruna came out to stop Fuyumi calmly and said, “Onee-sama, don’t raise your voice and wake up Natsuo, Natsuha, and Akitarou.” Then she turned to Yukari and asked, “Yukari-neesan, did you teach that guy a lesson for bullying Onee-san at school?”

Her tone was calm, but her eyes narrowed—no wonder her older sister’s eyes were swollen when she came back today, and she locked herself in her room for quite some time. It turned out there was such an incident!

Yukari wasn’t actually foolish; she had just become accustomed to Fuyumi’s beatings since she was young and had no desire to resist. She moved to the other side of the table to keep a distance from Fuyumi, touched her head to check if there was any injury, and found that it wasn’t a big deal. She then raised her thumb with a happy expression, “Absolutely, I taught him a lesson!”

Fuyumi was momentarily stunned, and her expression softened a bit. Haruna, in her usual calm manner, asked, “Just let him know how formidable our family is. You didn’t hurt him, did you? We can’t afford medical expenses now.”

Yukari confidently smiled, “He wasn’t injured.”

Knowing her sister’s playful nature, Haruna patiently inquired, “Then how did you teach him a lesson? Did you take out your frustration on him?”

“I did! I ate seven bowls of ramen to vent my anger!”