Yuriko gets married to Shiba and starts plotting her revenge. While hiding her true feelings deep inside her heart, Yuriko acts like the perfect wife until her vengeance is complete.
Disclaimer: I did not edit the entire ending because it's practically the same as the official translation.
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Eventually, Yuriko agrees to marry Shiba.
The feast of their wedding is held at the Teikoku Hotel. It’s a spectacular and lively affair. The union between a nouveau riche man and a daughter from a poor aristocratic family is the textbook definition of a marriage of convenience. As such, their wedding decorates the front page of many newspapers.
The guests stare—rather rudely too—at the bride, but Yuriko does not shy away. Not with the flames of vengeance burning in her heart.
Her father, mother, and brother are dead. This is a battle to mourn for them, and she is the only fighter.
After she became his wife, Shiba acts like a different person. He’s extremely nice toward Yuriko.
She presents herself like an ideal wife who is all smiles on the surface, but maybe Shiba decided to change his attitude because he knows that deep inside, she hates him. Or because he’s starting to feel guilty for every cruel thing he did to the Nomiya household.
He lavishes Yuriko with gorgeous dresses, ornaments, and countless luxurious items, but her frozen heart refuses to melt.
Her only moral support comes in the form of a small bottle.
She asked Majima to get this item for her. It’s a magic bottle that will grant her most earnest desire.
~Flash back~
Yuriko:
“Majima. I wonder if there is an item that can slowly kill someone.”
A day after Yuriko decided to take her revenge on Shiba, she goes to Majima and asks him this question.
Yuriko:
“You’ve taken care of various kinds of plants. I bet you know a lot of drugs and poisons.”
Majima:
“...My lady… Why would you ask me that question?”
Majima’s voice is stiff when he inquires back, and Yuriko scoffs.
Yuriko:
“Because I have decided to avenge my family and take my revenge on that man.”
“I don’t want to carry out my revenge through normal means. I want him to suffer and grow weaker every day. I want to take my time, just like how he slowly dyed this manor with misfortunes.”
Majima:
“My lady…”
Majima seems to be taken aback, overwhelmed. For a while, he doesn’t say anything.
But then he weakly shakes his head.
Majima:
“I… I refuse, my lady… I cannot…”
“I cannot let you be a criminal for a man like him…”
Yuriko:
“Majima…”
Yuriko feels her eyes widen for a moment, not expecting Majima’s answer.
Yuriko:
“...Thank you. I don’t want to be a criminal for that poor excuse of a man either.”
Majima:
“Then please…!”
Yuriko:
“...So I want something that I can use to kill him without making it look like a murder.”
Majima lifts his head, shocked to hear the cold words that have spilled from Yuriko’s mouth.
Yuriko:
“I think he has a personal doctor who regularly examines him. So I will need something that can gradually eat into his body and go unnoticed even by doctors.”
“It can’t be something that causes blatant symptoms or something that stands out when he consumes it. Listen, Majima… I know you can find something that meets these requirements for me. Right?”
Frozen in place, Majima stares at Yuriko.
The second he realizes that his master has no intention of choosing another way out, Majima drops his gaze with a sad look on his face.
Majima:
“...I understand. I will see if I can find something.”
Yuriko:
“But you do have an idea, don’t you?“
Majima:
“Yes. Some… poisons are indeed tasteless, odorless, and are capable of weakening the body little by little. But it is easy to detect them if the body is autopsied.”
“That man probably makes enemies on a daily basis. If we use regular poisons on him, he will develop symptoms that are similar to food poisoning. We do not want that because he will suspect that he is being poisoned and start investigating.”
“There is another, safer option… It does not work as fast as other poisons, but it will eventually make him ill. Right now, this substance has yet to even be acknowledged as a poison… So even if they find out about it, they will not suspect you, my lady.”
Yuriko:
“...Thank you, Majima.”
“I will avenge my family… I swear.”
~End flashback~
Shiba:
“Hey, I’m home.”
She is still deep in her recollections when she hears Shiba’s voice from the distance.
The household stirs awake in response to their master’s arrival. Yuriko returns to her senses and runs toward her “husband” who has just come back from work.
Yuriko:
“Welcome back, dear.”
Shiba:
“Thanks. I’m home.”
Shiba looks at Yuriko and breaks into a smile of relief. He hugs her tightly to his broad chest.
Feeling that he is going to kiss her then and there, in front of their servants, Yuriko blushes and turns away.
Yuriko:
“D-Don’t do that here.”
Shiba:
“I don’t see why not. I flew back for you. Come on… Let’s go straight to our room.”
Yuriko:
“Are you sure you’re not tired, dear…?”
Shiba:
“I’m fine. All the exhaustion left me when I saw your face.”
Shiba wraps his arm around Yuriko’s shoulders and leisurely walks toward their bedroom.
Yuriko:
“I’ll bring you the usual liquor, so go ahead.”
Shiba:
“I don’t need it now.”
Yuriko:
“But you seldom come back for dinner, do you? I’d like to have a drink with you.”
Shiba has been coming home late as of recently. He’s got a new factory now, and it looks like he’s going to be busy until things get on track there.
For that reason, Shiba has been eating his dinners out, leaving Yuriko to often take her meals on her own.
Shiba
“Mmph. Got it. But make it quick, okay?”
Yuriko:
“Of course.”
Shiba happily agrees to the demand of his new wife.
Without knowing that she;’s been pouring her hatred, black like tar, into his liquor all this time.
~Next scene~
She brings a bottle of Western liquor and glasses on a tray, and when she reaches their bedroom, the door is wide open.
Yurikok comes to a halt and takes a peek. Shiba is there– having only taken off his jacket— standing by the window and looking out.
There’s something strangely tranquil about his profile, and she hesitates to call out.
She didn’t know he was capable of making that face… Yuriko feels like she’s seeing something that she shouldn’t.
And then, Shiba turns around, perhaps sensing her presence there.
Shiba:
“...Hey. There you are.”
Yuriko:
“Sorry. Did I make you wait?”
Shiba:
“Not at all. Time spent waiting for you never bothers me.”
Even after they get married, he’s still capable of spouting such nauseating flattery.
Shiba pours the liquor into a glass himself and upends it, emptying the liquor inside in one gulp.
Yuriko watches his Adam’s apple with an ice-cold gaze as it bobs up and down.
This is how the seeds of illness are slowly taking root inside Shiba.
It’s been two months since she started poisoning his liquor and meals, but she has yet to notice any conspicuous signs.
Is it really poison that she’s been feeding him? She’s worried that perhaps Majima gave her something that isn’t dangerous.
Despite her worry, she knows that she can always find another method if nothing happens to Shiba after one or two years.
Oblivious to his wife’s twisted scheme, Shiba genially thrusts a glass with the liquor inside toward her.
Shiba:
“You should drink too.”
Yoriko:
“...You know I can’t drink too much.”
Shiba:
“Then let me drink… From your mouth.”
He acts spoiled, and Yuriko quietly returns his smile.
Yuriko:
“...Fine.”
She takes the glass and pours the numbing liquor into her mouth.
Then she snakes her arms around Shiba’s neck and presses their lips together.
Shiba slips his hot tongue into Yuriko’s mouth at the same as she pours the liquor from her mouth to his.
The sensation of his tongue makes Yuriko’s core tingle and her knees nearly buckle.
Shiba is a skillful man. So skillful, in fact, that he’s able to make Yuriko forget about her revenge when they are in bed.
Sex is a path that she has to tread upon, and she has recognized its inevitability since the day she agreed to marry him. But her mind is an obstinate one; it used to refuse to register the pleasure she would feel whenever they slept together.
However, her stubborn will didn’t last long. Sex was agonizing at first, but maybe Shiba and Yuriko are physically compatible to begin with because now she’s already accustomed to enjoying the feeling completely.
~Picture~
Yuriko:
“Ah, aah, ngh, hah.”
Shiba:
“Hah, hah, you're soaking wet tonight too."
Her kimono was rolled up and she was thrust up from behind like an animal. Yuriko's white body fights as her most sensitive area is mercilessly stimulated, causing her love juices to spill out.
Her ripe insides melt around Shiba's strong manhood. Every time Shiba's lower abdomen was pressed against her white, foamy joint, a sticky sound echoed.
When her voluptuous breasts spilled out from her clothes and were roughly fondled by large hands, her uterus felt numb and painful.
Yuriko:
"Ah, ah, ah, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Shiba:
"Ngh, oh, good, come, come all you want… ha, ha!"
Yuriko:
"Ha, hah, ah, ah."
Her mind went blank from the pleasure. Her pores open and a hot sweat of pleasure gushes out.
She stirred the mattress, her whole body stiffening and convulsing.
A large amount of love juice leaks from her inside of the honey jar. Shiba slowly trusted his shaft in and out, enjoying the juicy wetness of her vagina.
Shiba:
"Ah...Ah, the sweet smell has gotten stronger...Your skin is also moist..."
Shiba:
“Hey… Are you still not up for it?”
Yuriko is basking in the afterglow when Shiba asks in a whisper, and she grimaces.
She has continued to refuse any action that may lead to the two of them having a baby with the excuse that she can’t afford to have children now.
However, Shiba seems to want children so badly that he keeps asking this question every chance he gets.
Yuriko:
“...Not yet… We’ve only been married for a couple of months.”
“I still want to be with you, just the two of us… I still want to experience living as a married couple with you.”
Yuriko turns around, holds Shiba’s head with both hands, and kisses him.
The excuse she’s just said is nothing but childish coquetry. But she knows that it works like magic on Shiba, perhaps way too effectively to be normal.
This man seems to be deeply obsessed with her, for a reason that Yuriko can’t seem to grasp.
At first, she thought he wanted to marry her just to earn the aristocratic title, and she expected him to treat her differently after their wedding, but the change in his attitude never came.
Shiba:
“You’re right… Maybe it’s still too early for me to give the right to hug you to our baby.”
Yuriko:
“Hehe… You’re such a spoiled child…”
Shiba turned Yuriko on her back, grabbed her swaying white breasts, and sucked on her sharp red-plum-colored nipples.
And he acts like a big baby himself. Yuriko keeps her hold around his head and hugs him tightly.
It’s only during their pillow talk at night that she’s forced to leave her hatred behind.
It’s the only time she has to play the role of this man’s wife whenever he wraps her in his arms– the only time she has to lock her heart deep inside her chest.
They get physically intimate every night, and they’ve learned every inch of each other’s body. Shiba loves everything about Yuriko, and she lets him.
She hates him so much, more than she can ever describe but she’d be lying if she says that she doesn’t feel; anything for him.
But her feelings for him stir awake only at night. After Yuriko sees Shiba off for work, she returns to her room and clutches the amulet with her brother’s hair inside close to her chest.
By doing so, she regains the will to take revenge. She will recall those painful memories and tell herself not to forget the humiliation and the hell that the Nomiya household had to go through, and not to let the fire of hatred be extinguished.
Ever since Shiba appeared, tragedies befell the Nomiya household in succession. They were all cunning traps Shiba had set up in order to obtain Yuriko.
He knew the Nomiya household was suffering from huge debts, but he pushed them into an even deeper hole of poverty. And then he deceived the gentle people who were trying to reach out to help her family.
She recalls the miserable look of her brother’s swollen face, and he used to be such a beautiful man. Yuriko shivers, feeling tears prickle in her eyes.
How much damage has her brother’s pride taken? How mortified he must have been? How suffocated did he feel when water flooded his lungs until he passed away? How frigid was the water?
Yuriko:
(I can’t forgive that man… Ever…)
And so, with hands dyed with hatred, Yuriko feeds the man poison every day.
It’s a tenacious task that she keeps up until Shiba collapses from an illness.
At last, she begins to notice a change in Shiba’s Physique.
He has lost his appetite, and his entire body often looks weary and tortured.
The doctor has told him to refrain from drinking alcohol, but Shiba doesn’t listen. He keeps drinking.
His secretary Yamazaki has asked Shiba to rest because he’s been working too much, but Shiba doesn’t listen to this advice either.
Shiba must be confident in his own health because his physique is strong, and he has never had to suffer any disease before.
Despite his weakened state, Shiba never stops sleeping with Yuriko.
It’s like he’s driven by an obsession over something. She shudders in horror when she learns that even with his exhausted body, he can still make love to her intensely.
Yuriko:
“Hey, dear… Your complexion isn’t looking good. Why don’t you take a little rest?”
Shiba:
“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m alright.”
Yuriko:
“But…”
Shiba:
“I’m fine, okay? Come here, I’ll make you forget about such a trivial thing.”
The involuntary words of worry escape Yuriko’s mouth, but Shiba tries to take her mind off his condition.
It’s obvious that there’s something abnormal going on with his body. And yet, Shiba refuses Refuses to see the doctor.
By this point, Yuriko has stopped giving Shiba the poison that she got from Majima.
Shiba is growing weaker by the day, so she no longer sees the point of feeding him the poison.
Before long, Shiba collapses.
He is rushed to the hospital where he is later diagnosed with liver cancer… And it’s already terminal.
Standing rooted to her spot, Yuriko feels a little shaken by the news.
Majima’s poison does work. Naturally, not a single person suspects her hand in it.
Shiba’s condition rapidly deteriorates. He’s now suffering from a high fever, and the nightmares cause him to grunt and talk deliriously in his sleep. She can barely catch a word.
~Picture~
Shiba:
“Ugh… Yuriko…”
Yuriko:
“Dear, I’m right here.”
He calls her many times, and she responds to each one, but he doesn’t even seem capable of registering her replies.
There is always a doctor by their side, and a number of nurses are always busy coming and going from his room.
But his condition only becomes worse at an alarming rate, and everyone is tense.
Shiba’s breath grows heavier, large drops of sweat dotting his temple. His face is ashen. the shadow of death is looming over him.
Finally… this man will die soon.
They lived together as a married couple for about half a year. Only six months have passed since she set her heart ablaze with vengeance; since she entered Shiba’s manor with a ruthless resolution.
Her plan went smoothly; so smoothly that the ending is honestly anticlimactic. No one suspects that she’s been trying to claim Shiba’s life by making him fall ill.
Nevertheless, it’s still impossible for her to rejoice in the face of a dying person.
Yuriko sits stiffly in her seat, watching closely and silently as the fire of Shiba’s life grows dimmer.
Shiba:
“Hey… Yuriko…”
“I was… I was… happy… I was happy…”
“Thank you… Thank you…”
Yuriko:
“...Dear!!”
The cry leaves Yuriko’s mouth before she can stop herself.
Shiba groans, and he quietly falls silent.
The doctor heaves a deep sigh.
The silence of death falls upon the place.
Everything has come to an end…
Yuriko stands in a daze in the room that has lost its master.
Shiba’s death is followed by a grand funeral. the line of condolence callers, which is long enough to circle the circumference of the 106,500 square foot manor, symbolizes the prosperity of Shiba’s business during his lifetime.
Shiba also left a will, although Yuriko still has no idea when he wrote it.
His lawyer is keeping the will and according to it, he dedicates all of his property and assets to Yuriko.-The company’s senior managing director, who used to be Shiba’s right-hand man, is to be in charge of the company’s management while Yuriko becomes the largest shareholder.
In effect, she has inherited all that Shiba had built during his lifetime.
But she doesn’t care about the inheritance.
The sense of accomplishment for having taken her revenge and the excitement for having avenged her family– she feels none of it.
There’s only emptiness. No joy, no sorrow… These emotions have evaporated.
Yuriko spends her days standing in the room where she used to spend time with Shiba, doing nothing.
Now that she has lost vengeance– her goal and drive in life– she feels lost. It’s like she’s wandered into a thick fog but instead of finding her destination, she chooses to stand still in a daze.
Yuriko:
( …What should I do with this room?)
The space that has lost its master is awfully quiet, as if time itself has left it behind.
Even now, she thinks she can see the illusion of Shiba standing by the window.
Yuriko pads slowly toward the window and drops her gaze.
Yuriko:
“...Hm?”
Her gaze lands on something caught between the wall and the desk.
She reaches out–not suspecting anything–to pull on the item and it turns out to be a small key.
Suddenly, her frozen heart begins to beat again.
The drawer of the desk with a keyhole in it pulls Yuriko’s gaze.
She inserts the key with apprehension and the key turns, too quickly for her liking.
Inside the drawer is a thick, old book.
Yuriko:
“What is this…?”
She flips through the pages and realizes that this must be Shiba’s diary. It looks like he has been writing for a fairly long period of time.
Yuriko’s fingers move on their own, searching for the date of the evening party held to celebrate her birthday.
Shiba:
...I’ve finally made up my mind.
Up until now, I’ve been thinking about how to show up in front of her, but her birthday party should be the perfect occasion.
Thanks to the madam of the household, I can attend the party as a formal guest. And the day where I can see her again is, finally, just around the corner.
Since that day, I’ve been thinking of her and only her. Thinking about meeting her again, about all the ways I can make her happy.
Now that the day is drawing near, I feel like crying whenever I think back on all the hardships I’ve been through. Those hardships were by no means easy to overcome, but soon I’ll be able to see her again. The suffering I had to experience will soon be rewarded.
But should I keep it a secret from her? There’s nothing cool about my past self.
I’ll save her without saying anything about the old days. That’s my mission.
Shiba:
…Oh god. She’s still as beautiful as I remember.
Her honest heart, straightforward and without a stain. It hasn’t changed one bit since those days. I want to tell her about it right now.
But if she knows that I’ve been keeping the handkerchief she gave me back when we were children, she’ll think I’m unmanly. Without a doubt.
I can’t tell her. It’s frustrating, but this is the only choice I have. It’s enough that I get to see her now.
I’m happy. So happy.
Shiba:
…Why am I like this?
She hates me, that’s for sure. Whenever she rejects me, my brain can only process grief and anger.
She’s all I’m living for; always has been. But for a noble and fastidious girl like her, I’m just a filthy and lowly nouveau riche man.
It’s frustrating. It’s vexing. What am I supposed to do to make her accept my feelings?
I don’t know the answer to that. But I know I need to try and make her understand.
No other man yearns for her as deeply as I do. That’s the only thing I can say with conviction.
Shiba:
…I’m living in a nightmare.
She is going to marry another man.
Why? Why did it turn out like this?
I can’t endure this any longer. I’ve suffered so much, wrung myself out until my last stretch of energy. Even so, am I going to die as a vile existence just because I was born in a vulgar place?
This is frustrating. I hate her. I love her.
This can’t go on forever. I can’t stand it. At the very least, I refuse to forgive Iiba. He knows I’ve been trying to marry her, but his family is trying to nab her without feeling the least bit considerate toward me.
I can’t forgive him for that. I can’t forgive Iiba.
Shiba:
…Strange things have been happening lately.
I did try to beat Iiba in business, but then a strange and awful rumor about his company appeared out of nowhere and blew a buffeting, favorable wind my way.
Still, I don’t understand what’s going on. And that isn’t the only strange thing. The debts of her household have been transferred to a notoriously merciless loan shark.
Someone apparently claimed ownership over all of her household’s debts. I don’t know the circumstances, but that someone transferred the debts to the worst person possible– the loan shark.
I’m starting to get creeped out. It’s like the devil himself is on my side. Everything is going too well for me.
She is now in the depths of misery. Rolling free fall to the bottom of hell. And it’s like I’m the one orchestrating everything.
I have to make her happy– that’s what I’ve always thought. So where exactly did I go wrong?
Shiba:
…She became my wife.
The dream I’ve been seeing for so many years has come true, as unbelievable as it sounds.
A strong, deep-seated grudge is swirling inside her. I know.
She puts something into my drink, every night. But so what?
I don’t care what happens to me She became my wife. And every night, she smiles in my arms.
I’m happy. So happy.
I’m the happiest person in the world. My dream came true. I don’t care if it only lasts for a fleeting moment. As long as I can experience each and every moment of this heaven, I can soar to the summit of happiness.
I love her. I love her.
I’m happy. I am a happy person.
...She blinks her awfully dry eyes, having been too enraptured to even do that.
The diary there. Her trembling fingers flip the page, but she only finds blank pages.
When she reaches the last page, she finds something in between the page and the spine of the book.
...It’s a slightly dirty, white handkerchief.
Yuriko:
“...Oh…”
Memories surge from the back of Yuriko’s mind, flooding her brain.
~Fleshback~
...The summer days she spent at a summer resort, back when she was young. A boy covered in dirt and bruises that she met there.
Some men were chasing him. The boy told Yuriko that he was playing hide-and-seek with them.
She lied to protect him, pointing in a random direction in order to mislead the grown-ups.
Then, she gave the white handkerchief to the boy who was crouching there, his face caked with mud.
Yuriko:
“Oh no… No…”
The boy took the handkerchief from her, and he looked like he was about to cry. She didn’t understand why.
He thanked her, telling her that he’d come to see her and return the handkerchief one day.
The boy said his “boss” was the one responsible for the one responsible for the gruesome bruises on his body. He said his boss would beat him up if he failed to do his job well.
Perhaps the boy had never had anyone let him have anything decent. He clutched the handkerchief Yuriko gave him like it was a precious treasure.
That boy was… Shiba.
Yuriko’s casual, whimsical act as a child inspired him and spurred him into chasing after her all this time.
Yuriko:
“...I had no idea… I had no idea! I didn’t know!!”
The words Shiba wrote in the diary convey his earnest love for Yuriko.
The words spell his simple desire to make her happy. And that goal was all he was living for.
And… He knew Yuriko had been poisoning him. He drank every glass fully aware of that fact.
He knew and yet…
Yuriko:
“No… No… Why…”
She recalls Shiba’s last words.
Those words resonate with what he wrote in his diary.
Shiba:
“Hey… Yuriko…”
“I was… I was… happy… I was happy…”
“Thank you… Thank you…”
Yuriko:
“Why…Why…?”
“No…No, no, noooooo!!!”
She screams, wailing until her voice is hoarse.
Why did things turn out like this?
Why is she breaking down, crying?
She finds that she can no longer comprehend a thing. All she is capable of is wailing, screaming like a child.
There’s only one thing that she knows.
Shiba won’t come home no matter how hard she cries.
He won’t come home…
~END~
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