Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

"It seems that after losing to a tyrant, he disappeared without a trace."

"I never thought they'd actually come back alive."

Shinguji Kurono bit down hard on the cigarette butt, leaving clear teeth marks on it.

"So those marks are all from your battle with Black Iron King?"

"Half and half."

"That guy is indeed very strong. I estimate that even if he's not as strong as you, Chairman, he's not far off."

"In a real life-or-death struggle, I estimate that only if Chairman you unleash your forbidden technique and it hits will you be able to win."

After some consideration, Makoto Haramura made this assessment.

"I'll trust your judgment here."

Shinguji Kurono nodded and accepted it quite readily.

Both of them possess the same type of sword-wielding ability, and their shared weakness is their weak attack power. It's likely that Makoto Haramura himself found it difficult to break through the defenses of the Black Iron King, so he figured he was in a similar situation.

"However, when it comes to the destruction last night, Black Iron King and I only accounted for half of it."

"The other half is Stella's masterpiece."

"Her true superpowers have awakened."

"..."

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Shinomiya Kurono rubbed her temples, as if she hadn't quite heard what Haramura Makoto was saying, and asked again.

“I said, Stella’s true powers awakened last night.”

"A large part of it was destroyed by the aftershocks of Stella's awakening."

"Oh, right, that includes the car you borrowed from me."

Haramura Makoto narrated in a serious tone, while Shinguji Kurono was completely shocked and began to mutter to herself.

"Just as I thought, her awakened abilities were probably not complete."

"But before I could figure out how to help her awaken, I actually awakened myself?"

After muttering this to himself several times, Shinomiya Kurono finally came to her senses and remembered that she needed to ask Haramura Makoto.

"So what exactly is Stella's true ability?"

The sound fell into empty space, and no one responded. Shinomiya Kurono glanced around, and the person who was supposed to be sitting in front of her had simply vanished.

"Where is he? He disappeared before he finished speaking."

"Oh right, my car—"

Chapter 085 Necessary Items Not Bought

Whether it was a hallucination or not, even though they were almost back in the dorm, Makoto Haramura still felt like he could hear Kurono Shinguji's roar.

"It's best to avoid meeting with the principal for the time being."

"I can't afford to pay for her car here."

Speaking of which, why did Makoto Haramura and Stella linger until noon before returning to school?

This is because yesterday, Makoto Haramura simply drove his car and parked it inside the campsite.

Naturally, when Stella awakened, the car that Shinguji Kurono loved so much melted into ashes at a temperature of 3,000 degrees Celsius.

So of course, you have to run away as soon as possible. If you don't, that woman might use it as an excuse to make a lot of unreasonable demands.

Makoto Haramura sighed and opened the door.

Just as Makoto Haramura stepped into the room, the bathroom door opened.

White water vapor billowed out from the door and quickly dissipated into the air.

No need to doubt.

Stella, fresh from her bath, had her long, red hair cascading wetly over her chest. Her right arm covered her chest, revealing large swaths of her smooth, snowy skin pressed against it. Her other hand covered her lower abdomen, and her eyes held a misty, flustered look of shyness…

Makoto Haramura clasped his hands together in prayer.

"Thank you for the hospitality. I'll be back in ten minutes."

Whether running away was a good solution was unclear to Makoto Haramura, but at that moment, he believed that staying put would only make his situation worse.

"That's the downside of living together."

"I feel like if this kind of test continues, I can transform into a Moonlit Werewolf."

Standing at the doorway, Makoto Haramura hadn't gone far, muttering helplessly.

Stella was told it would take ten minutes, but it didn't even take ten minutes; the door opened in just two or three minutes.

"Makoto?"

Stella cautiously peeked out, and although she immediately found Haramura Makoto, she avoided eye contact with him, instead looking away furtively.

"Come in, I've changed my clothes."

"I see."

Makoto Haramura nodded, concealing the strange expression on his face.

At this moment, if one person feels embarrassed, it will only make the other person feel even more embarrassed. But if he doesn't act embarrassed, Stella will probably forget about what just happened quickly.

Stepping back into his room, Makoto Haramura felt a sense of relief for some reason.

Stella's appearance is much better now, my foot!

Stella was completely naked just now, only covering her private parts with her hands. Her snow-white skin and shy expression gave people an irresistible sense of impact.

What now?

Although she was dressed, she wasn't in much better shape.

She was wearing a light red nightgown, which seemed to be made of a very thin material. Although she was wearing it properly, it seemed that her fair skin could be seen hidden under the nightgown.

However, if we're really going to talk about it, what's truly breathtaking is Stella's half-open chest.

Large swathes of her fair skin were exposed to the air, with glimpses of black lace trim peeking out from the neckline of her pajamas.

The combination of four key elements—deep ravines, white, black, and red—creates a superb aesthetic.

To put it simply, compared to direct temptation, this elusive, mysterious allure that seems to be both visible and invisible is more likely to arouse his impulse.

"call--"

Letting out a long sigh, Makoto Haramura shifted his gaze to the other side, trying his best to avoid physical contact with Stella.

"Stella, were you cooking just now?"

I hadn't noticed it before, but now that I've turned my gaze over, I finally see the gas stove that's being lit next to me.

There was a pot on top of it, and something seemed to be cooking inside.

"Yes, I was thinking of making something for you to eat."

"When I was cooking, I accidentally didn't use enough force, and the soup splashed all over me, so I went to take a shower."

Stella scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly.

She wanted to do something for Haramura Makoto, who had worked so hard, and since she had finally become his girlfriend, she wanted to show off her feminine charm.

If we were to say what a woman should do first to best demonstrate her suitability as a wife, what would be the most important thing?

Stella searched for this on Twitter.

The answers were all pretty much the same!

——Cooking!

Of course, everything from clothing and behavior to tone of voice is a way of expressing oneself.

However, more people still gave the same answer: cooking.

(It's practically impossible to make something this tastier than Cheng, but if it just tastes decent, it shouldn't be too difficult.)

With this relaxed mindset, Stella went along.

But facts prove it.

She was overthinking it. When the time came, she would just be flustered and either put in the wrong seasoning or forgot to put in the wrong seasoning.

"That's right."

Without hesitation, Makoto Haramura opened the lid of the pot.

The soup base is dark brown in color, with chunks of meat, carrots, some chopped onions, and tomato skins floating on the surface.

"It should be braised beef brisket in red wine, but the color is probably due to too much dark soy sauce?"

"How about it?"

Stella had somehow moved closer to Makoto Haramura, sticking her little head over and saying sweetly.

Just by listening, you can hear the lack of confidence hidden in Stella's words.

"Well, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Looking at the pot of soup, Makoto Haramura's tone in response was not so firm.

Although it doesn't smell strange now, who knows if some abnormal chemical reaction has occurred inside? Makoto Haramura can't make a conclusion.

"Go wait at the table."

"I'll do the final touches and then bring it out."

Urging Stella away, Makoto Haramura took out a bottle of red powder and white granular seasoning from the spice rack and poured a spoonful of each into the pot.

After stirring for a while, the soup, which was originally black, miraculously turned back to its red color.

"That should be about right."

……

"It's actually not bad."

The spoon was filled with soup and a piece of beef. Stella slowly put it into her mouth, a look of surprise on her face.

Driven by a desire to test the waters, Stella didn't actually have much confidence in her cooking.

After all, that's how it was before I did it, right?

Surprisingly, it tasted quite good once it was in my mouth.

"Stella does have some talent."

"I'll write notes on all those spice bottles later, so you won't be so flustered next time you cook."

Makoto Haramura's words were absolutely sincere.

In the end, all he did was use white sugar to neutralize the bitterness and red yeast rice powder to neutralize the color.

I didn't do much else, but for someone who's cooking for the first time, this is definitely a good result.

"Let's do it together next time, that way it will be easier for you to learn."

"I see."

Stella answered with great enthusiasm.

If the first attempt had been a complete failure, Stella might not have been so enthusiastic. However, the remarkable success ignited a great interest in cooking within her.

What's more, the person in front of him is the best chef.

"correct……"

The two ate in silence for a while, neither of them making a sound.

After a long silence, Makoto Haramura finally broke the stillness and asked:

"Stella, did you buy this pajama set recently?"

"I don't think I've seen you pass by before."