Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 243: Apron

Aurora blinked. She hadn’t expected that. "Wow... you’re right," she admitted. "I haven’t eaten anything yet."

Spencer turned and headed toward the kitchen. Aurora watched him go with a slight pout on her lips.

Hmph. I thought he was going to offer a different kind of service...

Then suddenly, her eyes sparkled like she just had the best idea ever.

Grinning mischievously, she tiptoed behind Spencer. He was just about to turn on the stove when she gently tugged on his shirt.

He paused and looked back at her, confused. "What happened?"

Aurora batted her eyelashes. "So... you said you owe me, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Well..." she said slowly, trying not to burst out laughing, "If you really want to impress me... and serve me..."

She leaned in a little closer and whispered, "You should cook dinner in nothing but an apron."

Spencer blinked.

Then blinked again.

"...What?"

Aurora grinned like a cat who just knocked a glass off the table.

"You heard me. Just an apron. Nothing else."

Spencer stared at her like she’d lost her mind. "Are you serious?!"

Aurora nodded. "Dead serious. I want full effort in these services."

Spencer let out the loudest, most dramatic sigh ever.

"Then I can only be virtuous," he said, putting a hand on his chest like he was in a cheesy old movie, "and serve you the way you ask."

Aurora giggled at how dramatic he was being. She was clearly enjoying herself.

What she didn’t know, though, was that Spencer wasn’t totally surprised by her request.

In fact... he had planned for this moment.

Sort of.

Back when he first moved into this apartment, he had secretly bought a bunch of aprons. All kinds. Silly ones. Cute ones. Cool ones. Even... very sexy ones. Just in case Aurora ever stayed over and needed one. Or, well, if he ever needed to wear one for fun.

But he never told her about that because, well, it might make him look like a total weirdo. Or worse—a perv.

So instead, he acted all innocent.

He scratched the back of his neck and said, "Uh... let me check if I even have an apron..."

Aurora was smirking now.

Just as Spencer was about to turn, he paused and asked shyly, "Can I at least keep my underwear on?"

Aurora blinked.

Then she gave him a thoughtful look... and finally nodded. "Fine. I’ll allow it."

Spencer smiled politely on the outside.

But inside?

He was screaming.

"Why would she allow it?! No, no, no! She should’ve said, ’Take it off too, Spencer!’ It would’ve been so much more exciting!"

But now he had no choice. He had to keep them on.

So tragic. So disappointing.

Still, he was determined.

If she won’t ask me to take it off, he thought, then I’ll make her want to.

Determined to seduce her properly, Spencer walked quickly to his room and closed the door behind him.

He marched straight to the wardrobe and opened a hidden drawer behind his hoodies.

Inside?

A row of neatly folded aprons.

Some were plain. Some had funny sayings like "Kiss the Cook" or "Hot Stuff Coming Through". And one...

One was transparent. Like, barely-there transparent.

He had gotten it custom-made for fun, just in case Aurora ever made this crazy kind of request.

And now... it was showtime.

He grinned like a kid about to pull a prank.

He pulled off his shirt. Then his pants. His heart was beating a little faster now—not from nerves, but from excitement.

He grabbed the transparent apron and tied it around himself, adjusting the straps so they fit just right.

Standing in front of the mirror, he checked himself from all angles.

He turned sideways.

Then flexed his arms just a little.

He even practiced leaning against the counter and pretending to stir something.

Oh yeah. Total heart-thief material.

"Alright, Spencer," he whispered to himself in the mirror, giving himself a wink. "Let’s cook... and conquer."

Taking one last look in the mirror, Spencer nodded to himself with a smirk. He looked ridiculous... and kind of amazing.

The see-through apron didn’t really hide much, but hey—he had permission to keep his underwear on. And that was the only thing keeping this from turning into a total scandal.

He fluffed his hair a little and cleared his throat. Then, with all the confidence in the world (or at least, the confidence of someone trying very hard not to trip), he walked back out of the room.

Aurora was sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through her phone.

But the moment Spencer stepped into the kitchen doorway—

Thud.

Her phone slipped from her hands and landed on her lap. Her jaw? Open.

Her eyes? Huge.

Her voice? Gone.

Spencer leaned on the kitchen counter, pretending not to notice her shocked expression.

"So," he said coolly, "what would Madam like for dinner tonight? Something spicy? Sweet? Or just... hot?"

Aurora blinked. Once. Twice.

She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh or scream.

"Spencer!" she finally squeaked. "Y-You’re actually wearing that?!"

Spencer turned like he was on a cooking show, letting her see the full view. "I take my services very seriously."

Aurora stared. "You... you own that?"

He shrugged, pretending to be chill. "It was on sale."

Aurora leaned forward on the couch, her eyes still wide. Then she grinned and rested her chin on her hand.

"So... where did you even buy that apron?" she asked sweetly. "Like, what’s the name of the site? Or the shop? I kinda want to get you some more."

Spencer nearly choked.

"Wh-What?!"

Aurora’s eyes sparkled like she was already daydreaming. "Seriously! That apron’s amazing. I think I wanna order a whole collection. Maybe even get some custom ones made for you."

Spencer’s face turned so red, he could’ve lit up the whole room.

Aurora, pretending not to notice, kept going. "Like, uniforms. You’d have one for cooking, one for cleaning, one for... I don’t know, greeting me at the door like a handsome butler."

Spencer blinked. "A... uniform?"

"Oh, totally," Aurora nodded, now fully into the idea. "Maybe even a sparkly one. Or with feathers. And if the shop does full custom stuff, I can even get them to stitch your name across the chest. ’Spencer – Property of Aurora.’ Cute, right?"

Spencer’s soul left his body for a second.

She wasn’t joking.

And she was actually excited.

"And!" Aurora clapped her hands. "Maybe you could even learn pole dancing! That’d be perfect with the outfits!"

"Okay, stop!" Spencer finally burst out, holding up both hands like he was trying to block the words from hitting him in the face. His ears were bright pink. "You’re gonna give me a heart attack!"

Aurora tilted her head innocently. "What? I’m just being creative."

"That’s not creative," Spencer muttered, turning back to the stove. "That’s dangerous."

He took a deep breath and focused on cooking.

No more flexing. No more posing. No more teasing.

He needed to act normal before Aurora came up with an idea involving glitter or roller skates.

Meanwhile, Aurora leaned back and stared at him from the couch.

Her eyes trailed down his back, across his shoulders, to his strong arms... and—gulp—his legs.

So many muscles.

So well-defined.

And all visible thanks to that very, very thin apron.

A bit of drool almost escaped from the corner of her mouth. She quickly wiped it away.

’How is this even possible?’ She wondered. ’How can I get this kind of canary for such a low price!’

She tried to imagine other guys like Spencer. Male models, maybe? But somehow, even thinking about them didn’t feel as exciting.

She frowned.

Nope. They didn’t compare. Not even close.

Only Spencer made her feel like this—hot and flustered and happy all at once.

By the time Spencer finished cooking, Aurora’s attention was not on the food. At all.

She was fully focused on him.

Spencer came out of the kitchen with two plates, humming lightly. "Okay, food’s done. I made—"

"Come here," Aurora interrupted, her voice low.

Spencer blinked and tilted his head. "Huh?"

"I said, come here," she repeated, curling her finger at him.

He walked over, confused. "What’s up? I was just about to—"

"Kiss me."

Spencer froze like someone had hit the pause button.

"W-We already kissed today," he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. He placed his hand near his crotch just to hide his arousal. "Like... earlier. Remember?"

Aurora’s eyes narrowed playfully. "That one doesn’t count."

Before he could escape, she reached out, grabbed the edge of his apron, and pulled him close.

Spencer’s heart was beating so fast, it might’ve broken the sound barrier.

And then... Her lips pressed against his.

Soft and slow at first.

He gasped a little, surprised, but then his hands moved—one to her waist, one to her cheek—and he kissed her back.

Passionately.

Tenderly.

Like she was the most important person in the whole universe.

In fact, he was waiting for this moment. The moment when Aurora asked him to kiss her, he could have the free pass to kiss her however he liked.

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