Chapter 2:
The aristocratic sommelier lady who changed the world by using her husband as a cow
As Miyako stepped out of the café, the cool air greeted her, but she hardly noticed.
Her mind was still swirling with the conversation she had just had with her friends.
"You have to share it with others.
Your coffee can help people get out of toxic relationships.
You can’t keep this to yourself."
She exhaled sharply. "Ridiculous."
"It had to be a coincidence. Yuki had been clinging to that married man for years, ignoring all advice, refusing to let go.
Yet, one sip of my coffee, and she had suddenly found the strength to break things off?
No. It wasn’t real. It was just timing, a fluke.
After all, I've been drinking the coffee for days, and I haven't noticed any difference.
My life is still the same.
If anything, it is already perfect."
That thought made her pause.
She took a slow breath, a small smile forming on her lips. "Yes… my life is perfect.
I have a loving husband, a peaceful home, and a relationship built on trust and devotion."
When she thought about Haruto, warmth spread through her. She felt lucky, very lucky. Without him…
Her smile wavered.
"Without him… what would my life have been?"
A bitter memory surfaced—one she usually avoided.
The weight of her family’s expectations.
The rigid, suffocating atmosphere of their world.
In their eyes, everything revolved around power, wealth, and status.
They carefully selected the people they interacted with, ensuring they only associated with those of equal rank.
Ordinary people were nothing more than shadows, acknowledged only when they served a purpose.
Love?
Affection?
Those were weaknesses, distractions.
Miyako had spent years feeling like a bird trapped in a gilded cage, forced to wear a mask of quiet obedience.
She had been miserable.
And she would have stayed miserable, if she hadn't walked away.
Not just from her family, but from that entire world.
"But when did I break free?" She wondered.
Her breath hitched.
It was after she met Haruto.
Her steps slowed as her heart pounded against her ribs. "I escaped from my family after meeting him. And…
We did sleep together not long after we met."
A chill ran down her spine. Wait. No. That’s just a coincidence too. Right?
But the more she thought about it, the clearer it became.
She had been with others before Haruto.
Lovers who came and went.
Yet none of them had changed her.
None of them had given her the strength to leave everything behind.
But with Haruto, something had been different.
"Was it him? Was it really because of him?"
She stopped.
She didn’t even realize she was standing in the middle of the crosswalk until the blaring sound of a car horn jolted her back to reality.
Her head snapped up. A rush of movement surrounded her, cars, pedestrians, the normal rhythm of the city.
But she barely processed any of it.
"The coffee… it wasn’t just the coffee.
It was Haruto."
Her body felt light, as if she were standing on the edge of some great discovery, something bigger than herself.
"Haruto was the reason.
He is the key.
And if that’s true… then I can help people."
Miyako clenched her fists.
The idea was terrifying, exhilarating.
But if there was even a chance, if she had stumbled upon something that could free others from the kind of misery she had once known...
She felt she had to try, even though she had only tested her coffee on Yuki.
Miyako practically ran home, her heart pounding with excitement.
Every step she took only solidified her decision.
She was going to do it.
She was going to open a coffee shop.
The idea had taken root in her mind so quickly, so forcefully, that she felt like she might burst if she didn’t act on it.
And the timing, it was perfect.
In three months, millions of people would be visiting the shrine for the New Year, seeking renewal, hoping for a fresh start.
What better time to introduce them to my coffee?
She barely noticed herself unlocking the front door.
The moment she stepped inside, she blurted out, “Babe, I’m gonna open a coffee shop.”
Haruto, who had been lounging on the couch, looked up from his book with a raised brow.
He blinked, adjusting to the sudden energy in her voice. “Wait, what?”
“A coffee shop. I’m opening one.”
He sat up straighter, setting his book aside. “What about your column at Gourmet Japan?”
Miyako hesitated only for a moment before shaking her head. “I’ll take a leave of absence. Or maybe… I’ll quit.”
Haruto’s brows furrowed. “Quit? Just like that?”
“I’ve already made up my mind,” she said, her tone firm. “I want to open it on New Year’s.”
“That’s in three months,” he pointed out. “Aren’t you rushing things?”
“No, it’s the perfect time,” she insisted, stepping closer. “There’ll be so many people visiting the shrine. They’ll try my coffee, and then…” Her voice softened, as if the realization was still sinking in. “And then they’ll change their lives.”
Haruto studied her for a moment.
His logical mind was already calculating the logistics, the risks, the financial strain. “It’s near the shrine?” he asked.
She nodded.
“That area is insanely expensive!”
“I know,” she admitted. “But I can handle it.”
“If you wait a little longer,” he said, “I can get the advance money on my book and help out.”
Miyako smiled, touched by the offer. “It’s okay,” she said. “I can do this.”
Haruto wasn’t convinced.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Miyako, this is a big decision. Why do you suddenly want to open a coffee shop?”
She took a deep breath.
How could she explain it.
That a simple cup of coffee had the power to change people’s lives.
That something she had thought was just an ordinary part of her routine might actually be something much greater.
She met his gaze. “Because it will help a lot of people.”
There was something in her voice—certainty, passion, something unshakable.
Haruto stared at her for a moment longer before exhaling with a small chuckle.
Then, without another word, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“Best of luck, then,” he said.
Miyako grinned. “Will you help me?”
“Of course,” he said easily.
“Really?”
Haruto smirked. “Miyako, I’ll help you with anything you need.”
She let out a small squeal of happiness, throwing her arms around his neck. “Yay!”
Haruto had agreed to help without fully understanding what he was signing up for.
He thought he’d just be moving furniture, setting up shop, maybe handing out flyers.
What he didn’t realize was that for the next three months, Miyako would be milking him daily to stockpile the key ingredient that would soon transform the love lives of millions.
By the time morning rolled around, she was already prepared.
She had bought everything she needed the day before, and now, as she waited for Haruto to wake up, she was ready to go to work.
However, Haruto didn't wake up with his usual morning wood.
This wasn’t the first time she had faced such a predicament, and she had already devised a foolproof solution.
When Haruto finally stumbled into the kitchen, still half-asleep, he was met with a sight that made him stop dead in his tracks.
Miyako stood by the counter, dressed like a farmer straight out of a vintage postcard.
She wore a straw hat, baggy denim overalls loose straps barely hanging onto her generous breasts, and a single wheat straw lazily hanging from the corner of her mouth.
Haruto blinked.
Then he took a deep breath as he looked at her breasts.
“…Miyako?”
She smirked. “Come here.”
On the table beside her sat a specialized scientific container, its purpose painfully obvious.
It was designed to ensure not a single drop of precious creamer would go to waste.
Haruto’s eyebrows shot up. “This… this isn’t like usual.”
Miyako leaned on the table, one strap slipping dangerously lower. “We need a lot of creamer. Millions of people are coming, and they’ll all be drinking my coffee.”
Haruto ran a hand down his face. “And?”
“And you’re the main ingredient!”
“What?”
“We just discovered that when your semen is mixed with coffee, it helps people leave their toxic relationships.”
Haruto looked at her, deadpan. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Actually,” she said, “the other day, my friend Yuki drank some of my coffee with your creamer and she broke up with her married boyfriend on the spot.”
Haruto’s expression twisted. “That… that doesn’t even make sense!”
Miyako shrugged. “We tried everything to get her to leave him. Nothing worked. Then she drank the coffee and bam, problem solved.”
Haruto pinched the bridge of his nose. “Miyako. Listen to yourself.”
She sighed dramatically. “That’s why I wanted to open the coffee shop.”
“Well, good luck with that,” he said, crossing his arms. “Because I’m not sure I want to be part of it.”
Miyako pouted, stepping closer. “But you said you’d help me.”
She slowly began rubbing her breasts, pushing them together in a teasing manner.
Haruto bit his lip so hard he nearly drew blood.
“I guess…” He tried to speak, but his body was betraying him.
“Why don’t you want to help people?” she asked sweetly. Then, from her front pocket, she pulled out an enlarged photo of a rare stamp.
Haruto’s pupils dilated.
And then, as if sealing his fate, she let one strap of her overalls fall, revealing her bare left breast.
Haruto gritted his teeth.
His jaw tensed.
His body clenched.
And then, like a man possessed, he pounced.
He crashed his lips against hers, lifting her onto the table as his hands roamed hungrily over her body.
Rational thought was a distant memory.
His only focus was the woman in front of him, and on the stamp.
However, his passion was like always, short-lived.
But he didn't stop.
With his tongue and hands, he made sure Miyako reached her own satisfaction as well.
As she lay back, breathless and satisfied, she sighed, “I’m the luckiest woman on Earth. I just made love to the one I love.”
Haruto, still panting, barely processed her words. “Yeah, yeah. Where’s the stamp?”
Miyako grinned. “On your desk.”
Haruto bolted.
He practically flew up the stairs, nearly tripping over himself in his desperate rush to reach the third floor.
Meanwhile, Miyako calmly began distributing the fresh creamer into airtight chip containers, stacking them neatly before placing them in the freezer.
When Yuki took a sip from her coffee, she made her realise that she wouldn’t need large quantities of semen.
Even tiny chips will potent enough.
That meant she could easily supply her coffee to millions of people.
And that was fantastic news for her.
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