The Master's Irresistible Touch
"Whoa... Young master! The bathroom's cleaner than your own room? Oh! Is it because you haven't used it?"
"How the hell did you end up working here? You're one surprising bitch..."
Once the male cadets left and it was just the two of us, Linda reverted to her bubbly personality, glancing around the room here and there. We'd only met a day ago, but she acted like we'd been together for months or years, so I figured this was her true self. I'd assumed she'd be barking demands even with the guys around, but apparently, she put up a high wall with strangers—standing stone-faced behind me the whole time. The thought made me chuckle involuntarily.
If her lazy eye had been working right, that blank stare wouldn't have had one pupil drooping solo or wandering off on its own, right? Picturing her looking possessed by some creepy ghost explained why some of the male cadets flinched when they glanced her way.
As long as she's bubbly just with me... it's good she's keeping those half-assed punks from getting the wrong idea.
Park Jisu, who had an even wilder personality, had dealt with god knows how many guys hitting on her. Nerds tend to get cocky the moment a girl treats them nicely, so Jisu had unknowingly crushed more of those losers than you'd think. Memories of her past naturally surfaced.
Does her eye have some backstory?
Cliché as it was—betrayed by someone she trusted, or something like that.
While I eyed her back, lost in thought, Linda finished scoping out the room's layout and strode toward me confidently.
"Fancy exterior, but no separate bedroom? Figures it's a detention cell."
"No surveillance cams either... Probably designed so they can see everything from the entrance."
"Aha."
"Anything else besides that?"
"Hmm... Should I try cooking? Fridge is stocked with ingredients, but no tools."
"You can cook?"
"..."
"Sigh..."
She was in a maid outfit, so I'd assumed she could cook and tossed it out as a joke, but she whipped her head around, her shaky eyes darting at me. Bubbly types being hopeless in the kitchen must be a universal law—aigoo, I let out a sigh laced with annoyance.
Jisu, Tier, Plang, Hwaryeon... all disasters in the kitchen. At least Daphne can manage a bit, but being an elf, it's always grass mush...
My dream of lounging while tasting my girls' home cooking was fading fast. Scratching my head, I headed to the kitchen Linda had mentioned.
Maybe I should just become a master chef from the start...
Humanity's big urges: hunger, lust, sleep. Lust was my strongest suit, effortless thanks to the Incubus ability—like breathing. So blending that with food to conquer women flickered through my mind.
Like the first time with Ritka in the apocalypse... If I'm on cooking duty and my food blows everything else away, I'm invincible no matter what I mix in.
I could spike it with my fluids mid-cook, like a love potion, just like before. Taking over cooking duties? The more I chewed on it, the sweeter the future tasted—gulp.
Linda was tricky anyway—how to seduce her?
Close-range groping, letting her smell my musk, finger-blasting her—she'd fold easy. But seeing how she handled the male cadets, that might make for a fun first time but screw long-term ownership. She'd crave my body thanks to Incubus, but her mind might resist, giving that jaded, slutty glare. Sure, Incubus would break her eventually, but it'd be a hassle. So I smirked, rolled up my sleeves.
"Sigh... Guess I gotta show this barbaric maid a whole new world of flavor."
"...? Young master, you can cook...?"
"Nothing I can't do. Heh."
"No, wait...? Don't you remember the cook-off at the mansion? You came in second—to the one who sucked most."
"..."
This idiot—my alternate self—must've pulled some moronic shit together. I snorted in disbelief.
"That me's dead... I'm a man whose charm levels up daily."
"You're insane."
"When did that pathetic past me ever stoop to competing with a lowly bitch like you in something so—"
"You suggested it."
"—stupid...? Anyway, compared to back then, my skills have skyrocketed to cosmic levels. Just sit pretty and open wide."
I laced my words with finely controlled mana, embedding will like brainwashing. Her eyes widened, head nodding like a puppet.
Who in this sci-fi universe encounters mana? If her lazy eye worked, it'd have snapped her mind awake with a "this is bullshit" popup. But nah.
Gotta max affinity and break her body while she's still one-eyed.
Damn, the protagonist vibe swelled in my chest.
"Anyway, park your ass on the couch like a good little birdie, chirping away. Heh."
The mana hit hard—she nodded blankly and plopped on the central sofa. Time to get to work.
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Feral Colonel Master Chef (R.m)
Even without a royal decree, the cooking is already done.
Master Chef's Touch: The master's hands are like sweet seasonings.
Master Chef's Insight: The master's eyes pierce all things.
Oh... shit, better than expected...?
Dead set on making Linda drool for me through food, I'd burned a chunk of my massive points on this cooking skill. Fantasy tower climbs had me feeding the party from my Inventory, so it was always acquirable. No hesitation—I dipped to the fantasy world, grabbed it, and bounced back.
Swallowing the brief nausea from world-hopping, I marveled at the recipes flooding my brain, the knowledge to execute them flawlessly.
800 points... Feels like overkill for cooking, but it'll serve till I croak. Worth it.
Shaking off the point regret, I sneaked a tongue flick at my thumb while she wasn't looking.
Lick.
Dumb move? Nah, just human curiosity—does the "touch" work? How?
Hot...!!!
Mid-thought, a sweet foreign taste hit my mouth. Sure enough, thumb soaked in saliva. Indescribably delicious. I wiped it on my pants, shook my head hard.
Gonna lose a hand if I'm not careful...?
Now I got why it cost so much—chills ran down my spine.
Sigh... Investment seems solid. Time to cook.
Images of my girls licking my hands made my pants tighten, but I shuddered off the nice boat. Prep done, I started bare-handed.