Chapter 38 Teaching I taught my adoptive father to be a cowherd.
What's in Raccoon Brand Grilled Mushroom Skewers?
After finishing cooking, the recipe for [Strange Grilled Mushroom Skewers] will be automatically entered into the player's skill list, so there is no need to remember the production process specifically.
"Mushroom shrimp paste, cilantro and scallions, blueberry and strawberry cheese sauce." Chaomu glanced at the recipe and felt that this genius sauce combination would be delicious even on shoe soles. "I think it would be delicious, right? Midorikawa-kun looks so dreamy."
There's even an attribute buff effect - is she really a genius? Her culinary talent is at least A+!
The young man with a dreamy expression and cat-like eyes supported his forehead with one hand. He spent half a minute calming his inexplicably rapid breathing, his eyes still a little confused: "...Is this...?"
Although she was sure that the other party should not have added any drugs during the cooking process, she still clearly felt a strange change in her body: the place where she had just touched seemed to have a subtle electric current spreading throughout her body. Even though she dodged in time and was just being stared at, she felt a slight itch where her gaze fell.
...Has it been some kind of manipulation of my senses? A hallucinogenic drug...? Does it have the effect of a truth serum? Or is it not her doing anything, but rather the species of mushrooms, perhaps poisonous ones mixed in with the button mushrooms...?
No matter what, you have to stay rational...
The smell of the food in his hand seemed especially pungent, and he captured every subtle movement of the girl before him even more keenly. She showed no remorse for having done anything wrong, nor did she betray the slightest hint of wariness towards his unusual behavior. Instead, she eagerly approached him and took a bite of the mushroom skewer from his hand. "Let me try—"
"wait……!"
Before Midorikawa Jing could stop her, she'd already gnawed away most of the string of gratitude mushrooms. The short-haired girl chewed twice, gulped, and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "It feels strangely delicious. My sense of taste and vision tell me it's disgusting, but my brain thinks it's delicious... Am I hallucinating? I think I see a row of trash cans waving at me..."
"It must be an illusion... Don't rush to the window!" Midorikawa Jing quickly grabbed her arm and barely held her back, preventing her from jumping out of the window. "Maybe the mushrooms are poisonous. Don't eat the rest... and don't bite my hand... uh..."
His body seemed a bit overly sensitive, even the most ordinary touches making him fidget. When the back of his hand, blocking her path, was bitten, he felt a sharp sting, followed by a continuous, wet heat... the tip of the teeth and the tongue, the hard and the soft, subtle touches he hadn't wanted to perceive were all the more vivid, flowing from the back of his hand into his brain, further shaking his already hazy consciousness.
…More than the pain, her tongue…!
The feeling of his senses being forced to the peak made Midorikawa Kei lose control of his body briefly. While struggling, he could only hold her wrist tighter and tighter.
The girl's breath sprayed on his hand. The warm airflow and the scorching touch made him almost instinctively want to retreat, but he couldn't retreat...
The girl in his arms struggled violently like a restless mammoth, charging toward the window with astonishing force. With his remaining sanity, Midorikawa Kei struggled to control her limbs, his jaws locked in hers. He used both his hands and knees to stop her, "Miss Asami... Asami! Calm down a bit..."
[You have received debuff: Illusion (1min)]
In front of Chaomu's eyes, a row of trash cans shining with golden light were flying, and the description of the card pool was floating in the air: A single draw of the limited UP will definitely produce gold, which includes a luxurious phoenix mount, a large orange weapon and a super skill book.
She rushed forward impatiently, dragging the man holding her back with her two steps. Fortunately, the illusion didn't last long, and by the time she came to her senses, Chaomu was already half hanging out of the window.
"...It was an illusion." She sighed with great regret, loosened her clenched teeth, and looked down to see the conspicuous teeth marks on the slender hand beside her lips, slightly red. She couldn't help but pale with fear, "Dad, Midorikawa-kun! Did I bite you? Does it hurt? Is there any bleeding? Should I disinfect it..."
I originally thought hallucinations were quite interesting, but she actually hurt her adoptive father under such circumstances... I hope her adoptive father won't deduct her favor! Raccoons, do raccoons carry rabies?
The thought of potentially losing her adoptive father made the player feel as if the sky had fallen. She nervously held the young man's hand and said, "Anyway, should we find a first aid kit first, or go to the hospital? It looks like it's a little broken, but there's no bleeding. Should I get a rabies shot?"
The overly sticky touch made Midorikawa Jing almost immediately throw her hand away, staring at the back of his hand as if it were scalded by hot water. The teeth marks were clearly visible on the fair skin, and there was still a subtle sense of moisture in the teeth marks. He pursed his lips a little anxiously and wiped it with a tissue.
"I'm fine... I'm not bleeding, don't be so nervous." However, seeing that she seemed to have regained her sanity, he still breathed a sigh of relief and comforted her in a hoarse voice, "Are you okay? Are you hallucinating too? Do you need to get checked..."
Chaomu didn't care whether he was okay or not, as long as his adoptive father was okay.
"I'm fine." She glanced at the status bar. The hallucination debuff had disappeared. Apart from the increased perception, she didn't have any other strange buffs. "I don't feel anything strange in my stomach either... It must be just a brief hallucination. Doesn't it count as food poisoning?"
Midorikawa Keiya felt nothing unusual about himself—after a period of adjustment, he felt his mind was too clear. His overly sharp senses brought a huge amount of information, and he could tell from her subtle expression that she was indeed not feeling unwell.
"...Are there any other abnormalities in your body?" He returned to the table with her, his eyes wandering over her arm, which had turned red from being gripped, and asked hesitantly, "Has your sense of taste, vision, hearing... touch been affected? I used quite a bit of force when I stopped you just now..."
If her perception was magnified like his, then the force he'd just grabbed her must have been painful, right? It even left a mark...
The player, whose pain sensitivity was set to a low setting, remained unmoved. He returned to the table and cleaned up the barbecue. He looked up at the words and mumbled, "My sense of touch is fine, but my other senses do seem to have become more pronounced. The barbecue tastes better, the texture of the meat is more beautiful, and even the sound of the rocking bed upstairs has become clearer."
Midorikawa Jing: “…………”
The chopsticks holding the beef tongue froze in mid-air, and he took a breath with a slight pain: he hadn't heard it just now because his attention was all on her, but now that he relaxed a little, the sound from upstairs also reached his ears.
The old apartment wasn't particularly soundproof, but he'd actually taken some steps to insulate it after moving in. But at that moment, his heightened senses allowed him to clearly hear the couple upstairs in bed—their bed wasn't great either, creaking and shaking to the accompaniment of their moans and panting.
"That gentleman upstairs seems to be a service-oriented person as well." Chaomu listened attentively for a while, his golden pupils slightly widening. "What master, mother, and so on... he's playing with them quite a lot."
Do other gigolos also play this game with their sponsors? Does Shi Er also call him master? No, she feels like she's forgotten something.
Amidst the sweet talk of the man coaxing his wealthy girlfriend, she caught the eye of the cat-eyed young man across from her, who looked perplexed. She finally remembered her original intention: Yes! She wanted to teach Midorikawa some experience, to teach him how to stand out in the fierce competition of gigolos/lover.
"Don't make that expression. Compared to that guy upstairs, Midorikawa-kun, you have your own unique advantages." She put down her chopsticks with a snap, determined to boost his confidence. "Your voice is much nicer than the guy upstairs, and your emotions should be more sincere. The guy upstairs's acting was a bit too exaggerated, and his voice cracked when he called him master."
Midorikawa: “…………?”
He also remembered that in her heart, he was still a gigolo who wanted to get close to the heir of the Qingshui family. She went home with him not only to eat, but also to teach him how to be a gigolo...
He opened his mouth, then realized it was difficult to explain why he showed up at the Qingshui residence in the middle of the night. He could only force a smile: "...Thanks for the compliment...I'm not really that..."
"My compliments are sincere. Midorikawa-kun should actually have quite a competitive advantage in this industry." Chaomu analyzed to him seriously, "He's an absurdly good cook, knows housework, has a great figure, a pleasant voice, and a considerate personality. His face actually scores highly too—it's just that wealthy women of Ms. Shimizu's age probably prefer younger looks, so the stubble is a big deduction! That suspicious little dark-faced guy she's been obsessed with lately is particularly youthful, sunny, and well-mannered. Midorikawa-kun needs to improve in this area."
The suspicious little black-faced guy that Ms. Shimizu has been fond of lately? This seems to be the second time he's heard of this person from her... Is he an experienced and excellent gigolo?
This gigolo was probably one of the reasons why Chaomu was so obsessed with the gigolo business. Midorikawa Jing calmly grilled an extra plate of pork belly for her and brushed it with sauce while gently asking, "Is that dark-faced gentleman Ms. Shimizu's lover? Ms. Chaomu seems to have some... resentment towards him?"
"A little bit." Chaomu couldn't help but clench his chopsticks tightly at the mention of the little black face, a fierce glint flashing in his golden eyes. "He's obviously a gigolo with a good business, but he wants to compete with me for housekeeping work - isn't that guy too greedy? Cleaning two more houses won't make him much money. He might as well use that time to develop more clients and sell tea."
A gigolo who has a good business but wants to work as a housekeeper...it does sound a bit subtly suspicious.
Thinking of the organization's recent surveillance of Miss Shimizu and Councilman Fujita, and hearing the other party's evaluation of being "extremely insidious", Midorikawa Kei had more speculations about the identity of that "little black-faced man".
"If Midorikawa-kun's target is also Ms. Shimizu, then he absolutely cannot defeat the evil little black-faced man at this level." After his passionate rant, Chaomu felt even more responsible to help his adoptive father defeat his competitor. "Where's your razor? I'll help you shave your beard - believe me, Ms. Shimizu definitely prefers handsome young men! You'll look better without the beard!"
"I can do it myself..."
She was so quick to act that she rushed into the bathroom and took out his razor. Midorikawa Jing was at a loss for words and before he could politely refuse, she dragged him to the sink and leaned him against the countertop.
"...Towards..." Before he could finish his words, he gasped at the touch of a slightly cool blade scraping across his chin and bit his lower lip.
The short-haired girl, who was shorter than him, leaned on his arm and tiptoed closer. Her golden eyes were focused and clear as she looked up at him. Her other hand hooked around his neck, exerting a slight pressure to force him to lower his head and cooperate with her movements.
The razor's blade scraped across her neck and jaw, and as it passed her Adam's apple, the muscular body beneath his hand tensed, as if ready to leap and pin her down at any moment. The cat-eyed youth's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his blue eyes misting slightly. Rather than vigilance, they expressed helplessness, confusion, and forbearance.
"Midorikawa-kun's expression is quite good," Asami slid her hand across the back of his neck, pinching it soothingly, then looked up into his eyes. "It's a mixture of brokenness, tenderness, and danger—a look like that is truly exciting."
The young man with cat eyes was pressed against the sink by her. He trembled and bent slightly under her grip, closing his eyes in suppression. His ears gradually turned red. "...What a terrible line..."
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Author's words: Raccoon cub: Excited (not really)
Hiro: ...That's too bad.
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