A Master’s Demand: Kitchen Chaos and Hidden Desires

To think she, a pampered university student who had never touched a chore in her life, was now expected to cook—the situation was truly desperate.

After becoming a magical girl, Chloe could no longer stay in the school dorms, so she had found a rental apartment to get by. Although takeout was a bit expensive, she still ordered it every day for one simple reason: she couldn’t cook. It wasn’t that she hadn’t tried, but even she couldn’t praise the results. As for whether it was edible… well, technically, it was.

Upon entering the kitchen and gazing at the refrigerator, an unpleasant memory surfaced in Chloe’s mind, making her cheeks flush slightly.

Alas… to have something so important to a girl taken so casually in a place like this, as if it were cheap, Chloe thought with a pang of resentment.

Opening the refrigerator, Chloe found a dazzling array of ingredients, indicating that Tia usually cooked for herself. The fact that Tia would rather wait for Chloe’s disastrous cooking than make something herself could only be interpreted as some kind of perverse game.

“Is there anything you want to eat?” Chloe called out to the living room. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.”

“Whatever, as long as it’s edible.”

Having received a response, Chloe took out a few tomatoes and eggs.

Heh, “as long as it’s edible,” huh? Then you’ll get to taste whether it truly is!

Completely devoid of knife skills, Chloe haphazardly chopped the tomatoes, then cracked the eggs into the pan.

Heh heh, a few dropped eggshells are inevitable, right?

So, she deliberately cracked the eggs with excessive force, “accidentally” letting almost half an eggshell fall into the pan.

Consider it a calcium supplement~

“Cough, cough…” One reason Chloe disliked cooking was her overly sensitive nose; the smell of cooking oil always made her cough. Moreover, without transforming, her arms were too weak, and because of her short stature, she had to lift her arms high to stir-fry, a posture that was incredibly tiring.

Meanwhile, Tia had slipped into the kitchen at some point, unnoticed. She herself didn’t know why she suddenly felt compelled to do so; perhaps it was because, in the past, she always used to help when Yilan cooked. Even though her help was usually more of a hindrance, Yilan never seemed to mind, as the time they spent together was what truly brought them joy.

The petite figure bustling at the stove in her pajamas gave Tia a sense of déjà vu.

As if guided by some strange impulse, she drew closer to Chloe…

“A little more salt should do it. Speaking of which, do scrambled eggs with tomatoes even need salt… huh?”

Suddenly, a soft mass pressed against the back of her head, and the scent of chamomile momentarily overshadowed the cooking fumes. A pair of arms wrapped around Chloe’s waist, and two hands met on her small, flat chest.

Chloe was so startled she almost leaped into the air, but the top of her head was held down by Tia’s chin, causing a slight ache.

Is this… kitchen foreplay? How perverted!

In the stifling heat of the kitchen, Chloe’s face flushed crimson. She stood motionless, her breathing quickening and deepening.

“The eggs are going to burn, you know~”

Tia’s voice, both familiar and strange, drifted down from above her head. It was strange because her tone was as soft and gentle as ripples stirred by spring rain, sickly sweet to the point of giving Chloe goosebumps.

Fumbling, Chloe stirred the pan of scrambled eggs and tomatoes. She felt it was probably ready to be served, but the person behind her showed no intention of letting go. So, she dared not stop, continuously flipping the eggs until they were somewhat scorched at the edges.

“Yilan…” Tia murmured softly, lost in the moment.

Not only that, but the hands resting on Chloe’s chest were far from well-behaved. One began to knead her chest like a toy, while the other wandered downward.

“Don’t go any lower…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Chloe extended her free left hand, attempting to grab the offending hand before it reached an inappropriate spot. Though everything that was going to happen between them already had, Chloe still couldn’t accept such brazen behavior, especially in broad daylight in a kitchen, a place prone to “accidents.”

Fortunately, Tia stopped in time, and Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She seized the opportunity to plate the dish, finally breaking free from Tia’s embrace.

“The scrambled eggs with tomatoes are ready. Eat up.”

Chloe carefully carried the plate to the dining table. Taking a deep breath, she wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, her damp golden hair clinging to her temples. A few strands hung around her pink ears.

She sat opposite Tia, eagerly waiting for her to take a bite.

Hehe, eat up! These are the scrambled eggshells with tomato chunks I painstakingly cooked just for you!

Though inwardly gloating, Chloe noticed Tia was still staring at her. Her gaze was different from before, unexpectedly filled with a lingering tenderness, like a maiden’s eyes holding a pool of spring water, making Chloe feel a strange tingle inside.

“When you speak to me, you must call me Master.” In the blink of an eye, Tia seemed to have reverted to her usual self: aloof and devoid of emotion.

“Then… Master, please enjoy your meal~” The words had barely left her mouth before Chloe felt a wave of nausea. The thought that perhaps this exact same scene had played out here before made her feel even more awkward.

This person… did she used to interact with Yilan like this? Fondling her everywhere while she cooked? How utterly disgusting. I wonder how Yilan ever put up with her.

However, judging by Tia’s demeanor, she probably harbored only pure familial affection for Yilan, given they had relied on each other for so many years.

But it’s different with me. Our relationship is nominally that of master and servant, which allows for all sorts of inappropriate things to happen without guilt or moral compunction.

Tia picked up a black, yellow, and white chunk from the plate with her chopsticks. She then put it into her mouth without hesitation, eating it with apparent relish.

Chloe frowned. She could even hear the crisp crunch of chewing eggshells.

Either her sense of taste or her brain must be seriously defective.

Chloe was deeply disappointed; she had been prepared for Tia’s wrath, never imagining she would eat it with such enjoyment.

Unconvinced, Chloe risked punishment by quickly picking up a similar-looking chunk with her fingers and putting it into her mouth.

The moment she bit into it, her face contorted into a grimace. It was both salty and bitter, half of it eggshells, crunching loudly with every bite.

“Didn’t I say you weren’t getting any?” Tia’s brows furrowed upon seeing Chloe’s actions.

No way, she’s even hoarding this crap to eat!
With the food still in her mouth, Chloe was momentarily at a loss whether to swallow or spit it out.

Unexpectedly, Tia, who was sitting opposite, suddenly stood up and walked over to Chloe.

She then bent down…

“Eh? Mmph!”

Chloe’s heart felt as if it had been seized. Her doll-like, delicate face flushed crimson with shame and indignation. They were so close their bodies were almost touching, and Chloe’s mind went blank, almost losing consciousness for a moment.

Such a strange sensation… I feel utterly powerless, the air sucked from my lungs. This suffocating feeling is incredibly uncomfortable.

Then, with a soft “pop,” fresh air rushed back into her lungs.

Chloe gasped for breath, her large, dewy eyes wide and unfocused.

The chewed food in her mouth had been confiscated in this manner.

But it seemed the ordeal wasn’t over yet.

Tia grabbed Chloe’s right wrist, the one she had used to take the food, and emotionlessly bit her finger.

“Ah! Why did you bite me!”

Chloe, wincing in pain, blew on her finger, the tooth marks clearly visible.

Tia, the culprit, wiped her mouth with a lingering sense of satisfaction and said, “I told you, didn’t I? All of this is mine. You don’t get any.”