Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Just then, a refreshing evening breeze blew in from the door at the end of the corridor. In the twilight, birds sang melodious nocturnes in the woods, and the notes of nature guided them in the right direction.

“Who says there’s no place? Come with me, Sister Catherine.”

His words seemed to possess a magical power that made me trust him without any doubt.

"He's just a child..." Catherine muttered to herself.

Following behind Domi's short legs, they walked towards the direction from which the light was radiating, and after a moment, the scenery before them suddenly opened up!

Going out the back door of the kitchen leads to a secluded and quiet corner behind the large garden.

The small pavilion with its white jade roof stands perfectly in the nearby garden, surrounded by flowers, trees, and shrubs. There is also an artificial stream with its water flowing gently, splashing and tinkling on the pebbles.

On ordinary days, almost no one comes here, which makes this place seem like a paradise, secluded from the world and undisturbed.

Sitting on chairs in the small pavilion, the two can enjoy the scenery while savoring their meal.

While reminiscing about his hometown, he also has a beautiful woman by his side; his life is getting better and better.

Only then did Catherine truly lower her guard and breathe a sigh of relief.

She glanced at Domi, who was enjoying her meal, and then at the bowl of fried rice in her hand; she could no longer suppress her desire to taste it.

With her delicate hands, she picked up a spoon and scooped into the fried rice, feeding each plump, golden grain of rice along with various side dishes into her slightly open mouth.

When rice collides with lips and teeth, and oil mixes with saliva, an indescribable flavor explodes in the mouth!

The tenderness of the rice, the richness of the pork bone fish oil, the smoothness of the fat, and the flavors of the ingredients that bring the taste of all four seasons—it's like a dance party on your taste buds!

One bite, and the shock it brings is no less than an orgasm in the brain.

Spoon after spoonful, Catherine ate faster and faster.

She didn't know why, but she always felt very hot, as if a powerful energy was pouring into her body and had nowhere to be released, about to burst out of her body.

I initially thought it was just my imagination, but as time went on, the feeling became more and more obvious and intense...

As she swallowed the last grain of rice, her patience finally reached its peak!

Tear! !

The sound of the fabric that made up the underwear tearing was incredibly loud, followed by a shockwave so powerful that it even blew up the white hairs on Domi's head.

He stared in disbelief at the strange look on Catherine's face.

Her once icy and aloof face was now flushed, and her alluring eyes were filled with glistening tears; she seemed to be trying very hard to suppress something.

Her fleshy legs, encased in 30D black stockings, were tightly pressed together, rubbing slowly against each other and making a hissing sound.

She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth.

Her hands, resting on her thighs, were so forceful they almost tore the stockings apart.

She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of the young master!

But the more she suppressed it, the more the intense, sun-like energy in her lower abdomen had nowhere to go.

Even Domi himself didn't expect that the fried rice he made under the guidance of Master Soma Yukihira would have the power to make someone's clothes explode! Looks really can't be judged by appearances; the red-haired, spiky-haired guy does have some skill after all…

As for why he wasn't affected, perhaps it's because the rule that "creators won't have their clothes blown off by the food they make" is in effect, which is why he was unharmed.

The immediate problem is how to alleviate Catherine's pain.

While it's true that simply letting loose and relaxing might have detoxifying and health-preserving effects, the current setting and timing are both inappropriate.

His only consolation was that the maid outfit was made of very sturdy material; at most, only the underwear was torn, so it wasn't something he was ashamed of.

"Uh..." Domi tentatively asked, "Sister Catherine, if you really can't hold it in, why don't you just shout it out? There's nothing shameful about it, I'll cover for you."

But Catherine kept shaking her head, her expression returning to its previous wary look, as if afraid that a third person would discover her like this.

He could only stammer out a few words:

"No...it's too loud...someone...will hear us..."

There was no one in sight, but there was no guarantee that no one would hear the sound after it penetrated the wall. It would be bad if someone came looking for the source of the sound.

This is indeed a problem.

Domi forced herself to calmly think of a solution.

Seeing Catherine like this, Domi felt worried and guilty, since he was the one who caused it, so he had to take responsibility!

"I see!" Domi suddenly said, then went to Catherine, climbed onto her lap, and sat on it: "Sister Catherine, I have a way. I don't have time to explain, so just release it!"

She desperately wanted to know what the method was, but her body had reached its limit and she couldn't endure it for another second!

In dire straits, just trust Domi this once!

"Ah... uh!"

The moan, which sounded like a soft gasp, was abruptly cut off by something soft, and the sound, along with the exhaled air, went into another mouth.

Her cheeks were forcefully cupped up by two hands, making her lips form a funnel shape. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the child in front of her, who was now in direct contact with her…

"Clothes ripping" is a traditional trope in "Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma," referring to the phenomenon where a person's clothes rip up when they eat something exceptionally delicious.

Therefore, this chapter does not use exaggeration. Both the reactions and the forms of expression are based on historical research!

Chapter 29, Section 28: Heartbeat

While Catherine was still in a state of extreme shock and disbelief, Domi had already turned his head away, his mouth wide open, breathing heavily.

Her face turned bright red, and she coughed every now and then.

Although Catherine wanted to confront Domi, as a servant of the family, she had to prioritize Domi's safety.

Ignoring the fact that her first kiss had been taken away, she immediately asked Domi how he was doing and gently patted his back until he returned to normal...

At that moment, Catherine's voice, along with her exhaled air, was stuffed into his mouth. If he hadn't been quick-witted and used his breathing technique, he would have had to spit out as much as it went in.

Not only did they make a fool of themselves, but the commotion they caused might also attract attention.

However, the results speak for themselves; it turns out that this method really works.

There were even some unexpected gains... no, a whole bunch of gains!

[You stole Catherine's precious first kiss, villain value +1]

No, the first time I saw villains with values ​​in the tens of thousands was when I was shocked by those old masters. Why would they give so many for something minor?

This system B must have some unique preferences, and he's figured out the pattern:

If you want a high villain rating, you shouldn't focus on those high-ranking officials and powerful figures; being a scumbag is the right way to go.

That's what they say, but they still have to take responsibility for the mistakes they're made of.

afterwards……

The two sat facing each other, neither of them speaking.

After a long silence, Catherine sighed and put her icy mask back on.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose, young master. Since it wasn't intentional, let's just let this matter rest."

"Thank you for the fried rice and your help. It's getting late, and I have to go now. Please allow me to take my leave..."

Watching Catherine's departing figure, Domi was momentarily at a loss for words to say to persuade her to stay or to say something kind to avoid hurting her feelings.

However, just like in his previous life, he remained an innocent young man until his death, never having had a girlfriend, and even less knowing what to say to maintain their relationship after making a mistake.

He sighed inwardly, "Women's hearts are unfathomable; I guess I'm just not cut out for that. I shouldn't be so reckless in the future..."

At that moment, he seemed to have grown up, yet he also seemed not to have grown up; he simply summarized one experience after another in dealing with girls.

But in the end, all the words can be summed up in one sentence: "It's all your fault, you red-haired lion head."

If it weren't for that fried rice with computer parts added, none of this would have happened. So it's all the fried rice's fault for being too potent.

Domi stepped out of the pavilion, looked up at the sky filled with fiery clouds at a 45-degree angle, and his eyes were full of melancholy.

How should I face Catherine the next time I see her?

That was my first kiss...

He left the garden as if he had lost his soul, unaware that Catherine was hiding in a corner and only came out after Domi had left.

Leaning against the wall, with one arm tucked between her body and the wall, was a little habit of hers; the pressure on the blood flow to her arm helped her forcefully regain her composure.

He covered his lips with his fingers, feeling the smooth texture on them, and looked at his toes with a mixture of resentment and relief in his eyes.

She was unwilling to accept that her first kiss had been taken by a seven-year-old boy, yet she was also at peace with the fact that it was gone. At least her first kiss was pure and wouldn't have been given to some unfaithful man in the future.

Although she doesn't plan to date, she naturally doesn't plan to get married.

It would be good to serve the Bloomfield family in the castle for the rest of one's life.

She clearly understood in her heart that she and Domi had no future together, because one was named Broadfield and the other was just the daughter of a commoner, and there was also an age gap between them.

But for some reason, I felt a tightness in my chest, my heart was pounding, and the scene from just now kept replaying in my mind, lingering there.

"What's wrong with me……"

She asked herself the same question repeatedly and silently.

"I need to pull myself together quickly..."

"The future is still long. Are we going to face Domi looking like this?"

With this in mind, Catherine finally found an excuse for herself—the future.

Whether it's her or Domi, they still have a long time to spend together. What's happening now will eventually be forgotten by a child like Domi over the next ten years.

Let it remain a beautiful yet vague memory. Domi will not remember who she kissed back then, nor will she ever mention it again.

This is fine...

I got up and walked back into the corridor I had come from, with my back to the setting sun.

There were two of them when they came, but she came back alone.

The thin shadow stretched long and long; who could understand this loneliness...?

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