In fact, Bagi felt that his cooking had improved greatly lately, especially when it came to frying steaks. His progress had been astonishingly fast.
Most of the meat he bought from Maid Miss was raw—although eating raw meat was intoxicating, Bagi, who had grown accustomed to enjoying himself, wondered why he shouldn't make the experience even better.
Although Maid Miss would be leaving, didn't he have the club Pad now? Anything he could buy before was still available, just with some extra delivery fees. Bagi, whose finances had gradually grown stronger, no longer felt any real pain over it.
Instead, using this mobile terminal allowed him to avoid interacting too much with that black, black, black Maid Miss. Bagi even felt somewhat relieved.
Bagi was in an excellent mood. After Maid Miss left, he went straight into his private kitchen, lit the stove, and put a cut piece of meat into a frying pan. Humming a little tune, he began cooking this exceptionally delicious food.
Sprinkling salt—after scattering some salt over the meat in an especially showy pose, Bagi suddenly twisted his waist. Then, with a flick of his hand, the steak in the pan was sent flying. It flipped over and landed again.
He continued sprinkling salt in that showy manner.
Just then, the telephone beside him rang. Bagi did not move, remaining focused on cooking his delicacy—because one of the beautiful girls who were always serving in the kitchen came out, carried the phone over to Bagi, and thoughtfully held it beside his ear.
"Oh... Besson, what is it?" Bagi asked casually.
Bagi liked Mr. Besson more and more, of course. He liked Mr. Besson's seductive wife even more.
Although more and more people had recently been willing to offer themselves to him, to the point that Bagi