Mei and Nemuri then led Maki out of the 5th floor of the UA building.
The 4th floor was the private kitchen of UA. Dishes for students, staff, and even the respected teachers were prepared there.
The head of the kitchen was the hero Lunch Rush, along with his many co-chefs. They had already cleaned up and called it a night.
The kitchen was white and spotless, reflecting their commitment to hygiene and cleanliness.
Mei and Nemuri sat at one of the dining tables, waiting for the food to be served. But Mei didn't want to wait. After just three minutes of sitting down, she stood and made her way to the kitchen. Nemuri followed. They both wanted to watch him cook.
He didn't need to materialize anything from his inventory because the kitchen already had everything. Still, he chose not to use their ingredients. He observed how the vegetables were stored, how the meat and fish were preserved—showing their skill and professionalism.
He was just a house cook, and seeing all this felt like standing before seasoned professionals.
Even so, he proceeded. He took out ingredients from his system and prepared a fine and simple meal for the two of them—and for himself.
Mei and Nemuri watched him work. Even though he moved calmly, even when slicing vegetables, they didn't mind his pace. What mattered was that he was the one cooking. Especially Nemuri, who had been tasting his food all this time. It wasn't just about the flavor—it was about him preparing and serving it to her.
After a while, he finished cooking. It was a Mediterranean fish soup—a tomato-based broth featuring firm white fish, garlic, olive oil, celery, and white wine. Simple, yet carrying a unique aroma. He served it to them.
They looked at the dish he had created. They hadn't seen it before, but the appearance and aroma were enough to make them swallow.
It wasn't that they hadn't eaten delicious food before—but food tastes even better when a handsome man cooks it for you.
He plated the servings. Before eating, Maki clasped his hands and gave thanks for the food. They followed his gesture. When it was done, they began to eat.
After thirty minutes, he cleaned the utensils he had used, washed them thoroughly, and returned everything neatly to its place. He double-checked to ensure everything was spotless.
When he finished, he walked toward Mei and Nemuri, who were still resting in their chairs.
Mei looked at him and said, "Oh, my husband, you're a good cook."
Nemuri added, "What do you expect? Of course he is."
He approached them and asked, "Aren't you going to rest?"
Mei had an idea. She stood and stepped closer, leaning against him. "Well, darling, how about you come with me and let's rest together?"
Nemuri also stood, wrapping her arms around his right arm. "Forget that bitch. Come with me," she teased.
They glared fiercely at each other.
"Are we not going home?" he asked.
Nemuri stopped glaring and replied, "Not for now. It's too much of a hassle."
Mei added, "And you still need to do some identity verification tomorrow, so why not just stay here?"
"I understand, but where are you two going to sleep?" he asked.
"Oh right, you didn't know. We have a place for teachers, so we're going now—and you're coming with me," Nemuri said, dragging him closer.
"Hey, he's not going with you," Mei said, wrapping her arm around his left hand.
He looked at them. "Am I allowed there? I'm not a teacher. I'll just go back to the room from earlier."
They both pouted at his response.
They knew they were in a public place. They also thought he must be tired. So, though hesitant, they agreed—for now.
But not yet. The night was still long.
They decided to go back to the clinic room.
They returned to room 0013 on the 3rd floor, using the elevator. While walking back, Mei and Nemuri still clung to his arms.
His hands were pressed between their chests. The warmth of his palms was noticeable, and they could feel how large his hands were—which was to be expected. He stood around 7.8 or 7.9 feet tall now, though he didn't seem to realize how much he had grown.
Because of his size, everything about him was massive. His hands measured approximately 9.5 inches from wrist to the tip of the middle finger. The middle finger itself was roughly 4.11 to 5 inches long.
That was why Mei held onto it, stroking it up and down. It wasn't just long but thick as well. The width of his middle finger at the knuckle was over one and a half inches. His hand span, when stretched from thumb to pinky, would reach approximately 13 to 14 inches.
This gave Mei plenty of imagination as she continued stroking his middle finger.
"Uhm~ Darling~ do you want to leave a fingerprint inside me?" she teased.
Nemuri's mouth twitched at Mei's wild imagination.
He seemed confused by what she meant. "Fingerprint?" he asked.
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