Scheming in the real world? I can also do a little.

Although puzzled, Hoya Chukai still obediently crouched down.

If you can't beat them, you listen to them; he understood this principle well.

"Come, scratch my chin."

Hoya Chukai tilted his head slightly, allowing Ryuen Shoko to scratch his chin.

He could feel her cool fingers lightly scratching his chin, a sensation that felt somewhat like a tease.

But he dared not overthink it; after all, the same small hand that could gently scratch his chin could also ruthlessly snap his neck.

"Do you know who you are?"

"Hoya Chukai?"

"I'll give you one more chance. Think carefully: who exactly are you?"

The air was silent. Hoya Chukai watched as Ryuen Shoko stopped scratching and went back to cracking melon seeds.

Recalling her previous actions and his current posture, he had already more or less guessed what he was.

"A dog slave?"

"And how should a dog slave speak?"

"Woof, woof."

Without a shred of shame, he started barking like a dog.

No matter how nonchalant Hoya Chukai had been before, acting as a spectator from the shadows, he now had to do his utmost to please this mistress and ensure she was satisfied.

"Hahaha, you know, Chukai, there is one thing about you that I particularly admire."

"Please, tell me."

Hoya Chukai watched as Ryuen Shoko pinched his chin and tilted it upward, forcing him to look up at her.

There was a hint of mockery on her face, but also a touch of appreciation.

"You know the times, and you know how to bend and stretch."

Nonsense. Not only can I bend and stretch, I can also be soft and hard.

Of course, he could only think this in his heart; he couldn't possibly show it on the surface.

"You are right. If you say I can bend and stretch, then I can bend and stretch."

At this moment, Hoya Chukai perfectly embodied what it meant to be a dog slave.

Is face important? Life is what's important.

What does it mean to walk with a tiger? This is what it means. Since he had already made this choice, he had to bear the consequences himself.

"Is that so? Then show me what your 'bending and stretching' looks like. Come, lick."

As she spoke, Ryuen Shoko crossed her right leg, and her fair, small foot extended right in front of Hoya Chukai.

So you're saying... you want me to lick your foot?

If you were the original Ryuen, then obviously this behavior would be an insult to me.

But are you sure this appearance of yours isn't a reward for me?

What does it mean to be a man of vision? You tell me to lick, and I really dare to lick. So what if it's a beautiful girl's foot? I'll lick it to pieces.

"As you wish."

Responding, he actually leaned in toward that small foot.

Just as he was a finger's width away from it, the foot suddenly kicked him away.

Damn it, you don't play by the rules.

Hoya Chukai had been crouching, and as a result of that kick, he rolled twice on the ground. His disheveled appearance made Ryuen Shoko burst into laughter.

"I originally thought it would be a bit disgusting to let you lick my foot, but you look so ridiculous that it's actually quite interesting, isn't it? Huh? Chukai, you really opened my eyes. As expected, you truly know how to bend and stretch."

"Uh... you're absolutely right, you're absolutely right."

After a subtle bit of sarcasm, Hoya Chukai hurriedly adjusted his posture and crouched back down beside Ryuen Shoko.

How should I put it... crouching like this is quite tiring. Please hurry up and finish playing so I can get some rest.

"Alright, stop crouching. Go buy me a pair of slippers; being barefoot is quite uncomfortable."

"Understood. Just slippers?"

"Don't talk nonsense. I want what I want. Just go obediently."

"Understood. Please wait a moment, I'll go right now."

Hoya Chukai hurriedly put on his shoes and went to the supermarket to buy shoes for Ryuen Shoko.

Chapter 34: Want to mess with me? I'll spice you to death

"Damn that bitch, that kick was truly ruthless."

Gently rubbing his nose, Hoya Chukai cursed Ryuen Shoko under his breath. This woman was truly not someone to be trifled with.

That kick just now nearly knocked him senseless; how could this woman change her expression faster than the actors in a Peking Opera?

One moment she was telling him to lick her feet, and the next, she was landing a blow on him. Was she just trying to kick him in the face for the fun of it?

Feeling like he had stumbled upon the truth, Hoya Chukai rubbed his nose and quickly went to buy a pair of slippers for Ryuen Shoko.

Slippers had one advantage: they could be worn even if they were a bit large. After all, they were for indoor use, so comfort was key; as long as they weren't excessively big, it was fine.

You ask how he knew the size of Ryuen Shoko's feet? Nonsense, could he not tell after just being kicked by one?

By comparing his hand to his face, he had a rough idea of the size, so picking out a pair two sizes larger was more than enough.

Bad luck, truly bad luck.

After paying, Hoya Chukai rubbed his face and walked toward the dormitory. He simply couldn't understand what this madwoman was trying to do.

Playing at some kind of SM, are you trying to PUA me?

I might be afraid of you when I'm in front of you, but now that you aren't by my side, do you think I'm still scared?

The master said that to succeed, one must endure. You just wait; sooner or later, I'll make you kneel on the ground and lick my feet.

Standing at the door of his dormitory, Hoya Chukai let out a soft breath. After suppressing all his emotions, he put on a fawning expression and opened the door.

"Big Sister, I've bought the slippers."

"Too slow."

Ryuen Shoko was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, possessing an indescribable charm. Her raised foot didn't stay still, bobbing up and down, causing the slipper on her foot to slap against her heel with a rhythmic tap-tap.

Hm? Why did those slippers look so familiar?

"Big Sister, those slippers..."

"You were too slow, so I just wore yours. You bought new ones anyway, so just wear those."

"This... alright."

It was fortunate that he had bought slippers two sizes larger than Ryuen's, otherwise, his feet really wouldn't have fit.

Wearing them felt a bit tight, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that feudalism absolutely had to be eradicated. These slippers, which were two sizes smaller than his own feet, already made him feel very uncomfortable; he didn't even dare to imagine what foot-binding was like.

"Hey, I'm hungry. Make me something to eat."

"Alright, I'll go buy you some food. What would you like to eat?"

"I said for you to cook for me."

Still bobbing her foot, Ryuen Shoko repeated her words. She looked at Hoya Chukai quietly: "I know you have kitchenware in your kitchen, and you know how to cook, right? Cook for me."

"Then what would you like to eat, Big Sister?"

"Anything is fine. I'm hungry, just make it quick."

"Got it, please wait a moment."

Hungry? Then what to do?

Cook, of course.

Hoya Chukai took out his phone and quickly sent a message to Ayanokoji, asking her to help buy three boxes of rice from the cafeteria and leave them at his door, before heading into the kitchen to start cooking.

As for why he asked Ayanokoji... Shiina was surely still in the library, and since she was studying hard, she might not see his message. Kushida and Ichinose should still be busy building relationships with other students at this time. If he wasn't mistaken, Kamuro was likely still following Sakayanagi around. So, the only person left to ask was the homebody, Ayanokoji.

Hoya Chukai didn't believe she would go anywhere else after class.

"Big Sister, can you eat spicy food?"

"I can."

So you can eat spicy food, huh?

Hearing Ryuen Shoko's answer, Hoya Chukai's eyes lit up.

Then, if I make some Sichuan cuisine, that shouldn't be a problem, right? Ha?

As a Northerner, Hoya Chukai originally couldn't handle much spice, but the kicker was that he went to university in Fujian, and one of his roommates was from Jiangxi.

Well, eat it was! In just four years, he went from being unable to handle spice to not being able to live without it. Although he didn't eat much spicy food after transmigrating, that didn't mean he couldn't.

Back in college, to save money, he secretly bought a small pot to cook for himself. He hadn't learned much else during his college life, but he had mastered his cooking skills to a T. He knew how to make many types of Sichuan dishes.

He made a stir-fried cabbage, then a twice-cooked pork, and feeling like it might not be enough, he also whipped up a serving of Mapo Tofu.

Then, he made the only non-spicy dish—stir-fried greens.

Very good, four dishes completed.

After setting the dishes on the table, he received a reply from Ayanokoji. The rice was already at the door, and he could just go get it himself.

In his dormitory, Hoya Chukai didn't have a rice cooker. He felt it was unnecessary; why steam it himself when he could buy it at the academy?

It was definitely not because the kitchen was too small to fit a rice cooker, nor was it because it was hard to buy raw rice here.

"Big Sister, eat up, it's all ready."

After setting everything out, Hoya Chukai went to call for Ryuen Shoko, who had wandered into his room at some point and was playing on her phone by herself.

Good grief, lying on his bed and getting all comfortable, are we?

"Let me see... the smell is actually not bad."

The color, aroma, and taste of a dish are all incredibly important, and the fragrance had already wafted over before the food even reached the table.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Ryuen Shoko picked up her chopsticks, plucked a piece of twice-cooked pork, and took a bite.

Visibly to the naked eye, her face flushed red.

She hurriedly grabbed a beer from the side, popped the cap, and gulped it down, letting out a heavy breath before glaring at Hoya Chukai: "Are you trying to murder... me..."

"Hmm?"

Ryuen Shoko watched as Hoya Chukai ate the twice-cooked pork with rice, appearing completely unaffected by the spice, which made her own voice gradually lose its conviction.

She finally understood why Hoya Chukai had asked her if she could handle spicy food back then.

You brat, you really did a number on me.

Looking at the four dishes on the table, with only the stir-fried greens being non-spicy, she was so angry she started to laugh.

If someone told her this wasn't intentional on Hoya Chukai's part, she wouldn't believe it. But what could she do? She had to swallow the words she had spoken herself.

As the big sister, she could order Hoya Chukai around at will, but she couldn't go back on her word. She was the one who said she wanted to eat his cooking, and she was the one who said she had no problem with spice, so even if she was in pain, she had to finish this meal!

The two of them wiped out all four dishes and three boxes of rice completely.

Hoya Chukai had eaten nearly three plates' worth, along with two boxes of rice.

Why nearly three plates? Because Ryuen Shoko hadn't wanted to admit defeat at first and tried to keep testing the spicy dishes, but the result of that attempt was downing three cans of beer in six gulps. There was no point in trying anymore; she had to honestly stick to the stir-fried greens.

Therefore, that single plate of stir-fried greens was finished off by her alone.

Chapter 35: Scream, scream all you want, just try being this arrogant again in a few days

"Clean this up yourself, I'm heading back."

After putting her shoes back on, she pushed the door open and left directly, without a hint of reluctance.

But in Hoya Chukai's eyes, her departing figure looked more than a little disheveled.