Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 149 [Blood Of Fallen] [5]

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In the bustling market, a boy with black hair stood in front of a luxurious food restaurant, his arms folded, a thoughtful look on his handsome face.

Beside him stood a girl with bright red hair tied in a ponytail, her red, orb-like eyes adoring the boy.

She wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, her shirt tucked comfortably into her blue skirt.

"Are you sure?" Oliver finally asked, glancing at Aaliyah.

"It's on me," she replied with a smile, her voice chirping. "So don't hesitate to choose."

"Then let's go somewhere else," he said, walking away. "This one looks expensive."

"That's the third time you've done this," Aaliyah grumbled with a tired sigh. "Just choose one already."

"Come on, I don't want you to waste too much money," he replied as they made their way to the parked bike.

But before they reached it, a simple shop caught Aaliyah's eye. She tapped Oliver's shoulder. "That one looks good!"

Oliver followed her gaze, observing the shop before nodding. "That could work."

They quickly crossed the street, entering the small and cozy shop, their eyes always searching.

They settled down at a simple table as a lady walked towards them. "What would you like to eat?" she asked.

"Give us the shop's specialty," Oliver ordered with a light smile.

The lady nodded before walking away to prepare the food.

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An awkward silence lingered between them.

Oliver's mind felt blank as he didn't know what to say, while Aaliyah's mind was full of thoughts she couldn't find the right words to express.

"So, why ask me on a date all of a sudden?" Oliver asked, trying to start a conversation.

"All of a sudden?" She scoffed, her eyes on him. "I've been trying to ask you on a date for a long time."

"Right," Oliver mumbled with a light, nervous chuckle. "But hey, it's the first time you were so direct."

"...So, you knew I was always trying to ask you out?" She asked, her red eyes narrowing. "Yet you always tried to remain oblivious."

"Hmm, this place is beautiful," Oliver commented, his head sweeping from left to right.

"Stop trying to change the topic," Aaliyah remarked, tapping on the table in front of him.

"I'm not," he replied, shrugging.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're a girl trying to act like a boy for some reason," Aaliyah commented, observing his reaction.

"Sigh..." A sigh escaped Oliver's mouth as he leaned back in the chair, his hands reaching down to unzip his pants.

"What are you doing!?" Aaliyah exclaimed, leaning forward and grabbing his hand.

"Proving that I'm a man," Oliver replied, a deadpan look on his face.

"We're in public!!"

"So, should I do it in private?"

"Yes, wait, no!?" Aaliyah exclaimed, hiding her blushing face with her hand.

Oliver grinned widely, looking at her.

Since childhood, he loved to tease her about every little thing.

That habit still remained, making him unable to resist teasing her.

"Ahem." She coughed, ignoring her bright red cheeks as she asked, "We need to buy you some clothes."

"About that..." Oliver mumbled as the lady brought them their food. "Can't we just not buy expensive things—"

"Let me, please," Aaliyah interjected, her eyes pleadingly looking at him. "I've always wanted to buy something nice for you."

"...Fine," Oliver sighed as he picked up the spoon.

"Azariah's birthday is coming soon." Munching her food, Aaliyah commented.

Oliver nodded as he replied, "Yeah, two days from now."

"Did you buy any gift for him?" She asked, curiously looking at him.

"Yeah," he replied cheerfully. "A pack of condoms."

"Cough, cough." Aaliyah choked on her food before glaring at him. "Are you serious!?" She snapped.

"What?" Blinking innocently, he asked back, "No matter how much I want to be an uncle, I don't want him to have children right no—"

"Oh, gods in heaven." Aaliyah sighed, rubbing her temples. "I have so many questions to ask, but first, let's buy him something else."

"But why?" Oliver frowned, looking at her in confusion. "I bought the best one. They even glow in the dark—"

"I don't want to know that," she interjected, glaring at him. "We're buying something else, and that's final."

"Then what am I supposed to do with this one?" He asked, taking out a packet and placing it on the table.

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They silently looked into each other's eyes. Slowly, a smile curled up on Oliver's face while Aaliyah averted her gaze away from him.

"Excuse me." They both abruptly shifted their gaze to the person who seemed to appear out of nowhere, standing beside them.

He looked like a man in his twenties, wearing a vintage suit.

A hint of color graced his cheeks, he wore sunglasses covering his crimson eyes, his skin poreless and alabaster pale, but his lips were obscenely red, and his hair was black as night.

"Do you need anything?" Oliver asked calmly, but his instincts screamed that something was wrong with him.

"I just wanted to say, you guys are a lovely couple," the man replied, reaching out his hand and patting both their heads.

Something small emerged from his sleeves, latching onto them without getting caught.

He smiled, looking at them one more time before walking away.

"What a weirdo," Aaliyah remarked, watching him walk out of the shop.

".....He reeked of rot," Oliver mumbled, rubbing his chin, that distinct scent still lingering in his mind.

"What do you mean?" Aaliyah asked, tilting her head.

"Nothing." Not wanting to worry her, Oliver replied with a smile, shaking his head.

They quickly finished their food and stood up, walking out of the shop after paying.

"Where should we go next?" Oliver asked, starting the bike while Aaliyah sat behind him.

Her hands wrapped around his waist as she chirped delightfully, "Let's go buy you some clothes."

"Off we go, then," Oliver replied with a chuckle, kickstarting the bike.

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"Oliver, try these," Aaliyah said, passing him ten or more different suits, each with a unique design.

Rows of different suits and their pairs were on display all around them, the entire hall filled with only men's clothing.

"Can't we just pick one and go home already?" Oliver grumbled, looking at the suits in his hand.

"No, how would we know which one looks best, then?" Aaliyah denied his request as she strode through the hall.

Her curious eyes darted around, trying her best to find a good outfit for him, her soft hands touching the fabrics.

"Sigh." Oliver sighed, placing the clothes over his head as he walked inside one of the changing rooms.

Closing the curtain, he shrugged off his shirt before he started to pick one of the suits.

But in an instant, the world around him slowed down, his eyes flickered golden, and he instinctively coated his hand with mana, yanking it towards his back before grabbing something small.

He brought his hand back, looking at the living creature with distinct white color patterns on its body as he mumbled, "A Frost Spider?"

A spider used for tracking, but what makes it lethal is its venom that can freeze the blood in veins, giving a painful death.

"Oliver, try this one as well!" Aaliyah chirped from outside, making his eyes widen.

"Fuck!!"

He cursed while crushing the spider in his hand. Panic filled his mind as he opened the curtain, jerking Aaliyah inside and closing it.

He pushed her to the edge of the room, making her gasp.

"O-Oliver," she stammered, looking at him with utter confusion.

"Stay still," he commanded, untucking her shirt.

A silent moan escaped her lips as he slipped his cold, mana-coated hand inside, touching every inch of her back.

"O-Oli..."

She whimpered, grabbing his shirt as his hand grazed her sensitive navel.

Not noticing her struggle, Oliver thoroughly searched her body before he finally found the spider right above her tailbone.

"Hahaha, found this fucker," he let out a triumphant laugh as he slid his hand back, crushing the spider.

But his smile quickly vanished as he looked at Aaliyah, who had her face flushed deep red, like her hair.

"Aaliyah, I didn't do that on purpos—"

She didn't listen to his excuses as she slammed him against the wall, her soft lips meeting his furiously.

Her hands moved around his body, violating him like he did to her.

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"Hmm?"

Inside the dimly lit shop where Oliver and Aaliyah had lunch earlier, a man with jet-black hair opened his eyes, a frown creasing his otherwise expressionless face.

The sight that greeted him was the pale nape of a woman, her body slumped against him as his sharp keenin pierced her flesh, drawing blood.

He slowly leaned back, withdrawing the keenin from her neck.

The woman collapsed to the floor, barely clinging to life.

"They discovered the spiders?" he muttered to himself.

"Interesting," he mumbled, a small, twisted smile playing on his lips.

He adjusted his suit as he stepped over the woman's trembling body and exited the shop with a calm expression.

"I am going to enjoy this hunt."