AM N. NOT.(っ－＿－)っ♤♤DRAFT♤♤
In Nemuri's office, after things had settled down a little...
Stepmom Nemuri proceeded to read the file that the curvy Mabui had brought.
Meanwhile, the sexy Mei busied herself making a cup of tea.
Looks like these two pussycats also needed some rest after insulting one another. They had to recuperate their energy for another round of verbal warfare that would inevitably happen later.
As for the thicc Mabui, she remained inside the office, discussing the procedures and settlement regarding Big Maki with Stepmom Nemuri.
The flirtatious atmosphere that had filled the office earlier had mostly faded away, replaced by a more formal atmosphere, just as an office within an institution should have.
Away from these three busty ladies, the fish-head Maki was, as always, relaxing inside Nemuri's condo.
After finishing his coffee, he stood up and organized the things he had used while sketching.
The piece of shit—I mean, artwork—that he had drawn on an A4 sheet had already been stored inside the System Storage Space.
Once he finished cleaning up, he looked at the clock mounted above the flat-screen TV.
It was around two o'clock.
"Ey, fellas. I think it's time to clean up the instruments."
The ten clone dudes nodded simultaneously before getting to work.
Their movements were neither too fast nor too slow—just steady and efficient.
The sight of ten tall men walking around the living room was truly something to behold.
If Nemuri had been here, she would've undoubtedly lost it and gone absolutely crazy.
[Miss Camera Woman: Now that you mention it... that idea is actually quite endearing. A G******g]
[N/A: I doubt it. Our lazy writer doesn't even have that much imagination or skill. He fucking sucks at this shit.]
[Miss Camera Woman: Are you talking about yourself?]
After Maki's ten clones finished cleaning, the real Maki dispersed them.
When Maki dispersed his clones, his fish brain was immediately flooded with the memories and experiences they had accumulated.
For him, this wasn't anything new. Every time he received rewards, shit like this always happened. The same applied whenever he dispersed his clones.
It only proved that, despite being a fish-head, he possessed surprisingly strong mental fortitude.
[N/A: More like mental issues.]
So Maki simply shrugged it off, treating the countless memories and experiences as though they were nothing.
"Okay... I still have time. What should I cook for dinner?"
"Nemuri likes everything I cook for her. That's a given, as long as she isn't allergic to any of the ingredients."
Maki sat down on the sofa and crossed his long, toned arms.
Tilting his head slightly to the right, he closed his eyes.
His mind became completely immersed in thought as he tried to decide what he should prepare for dinner.
What should he cook for his sweet stepmother?
Over the years, Maki had already served nearly every dish he knew to his Step mom.
Now he found himself stuck, struggling to come up with something new.
Maki fell into deep thought.
Time passed much faster than he realized.
After thinking for quite a while, Maki ruffled his long dark hair in frustration.
This fucking fish-head couldn't come up with a new dish.
"Damn it... If only I'd listened to Mother while she was teaching me how to cook. Now I'm regretting it."
"Fuu..."
"Calm down."
"Now that I'm in a pinch, there's only one solution left."
"Let's go with fried chicken for now. After this, I'll have my clones study some recipes online again."
"Now that the main dish is settled, I'll just improve it with a little magic. The beverage also has to be top-notch."
"It has to leave Nem-Nem completely satisfied."
"Yeah... that's settled."
After making his decision, Maki nodded to himself before standing up and walking straight toward the kitchen—where he truly belonged.
[N/A: That's why it's called a cooKING, not a cooQUEEN. But the one who should wash the dishes is a woman because it's dishwasHER, not dishwashHIM.]
Inside the battlefield known as the kitchen...
The kitchen knife stood supreme.
And the whole dressed chicken was about to be slaughtered mercilessly.
Maki raised the sharp kitchen knife with his right hand before tossing it into the air.
It spun three full rotations before landing perfectly back into his grasp.
His left hand firmly held the whole dressed chicken like a helpless captive.
Maki's crimson eyes spun vigorously until they transformed into the three-tomoe Sharingan.
In a deep voice that sounded almost devilish, he whispered,
"Forgive me... but I need to sacrifice you and serve you to my lovely succubus."
"Don't worry."
"I'll give you a quick death."
"I'll make it so painless that you won't even feel it."
"That's the only promise I can make."
The dressed chicken was helpless.
It couldn't do anything.
It didn't struggle.
It didn't resist.
It simply accepted its fate.
At least I'll be killed by a handsome man...
The dressed chicken thought inwardly.
The kitchen knife descended like divine judgment.
With a single slash, the whole dressed chicken was cleanly cut in half.
But the slaughter wasn't over.
With Maki's fluid control over the knife, the sacrifice was soon divided into perfectly even pieces.
The dressed chicken couldn't scream.
It couldn't cry for help.
It remained utterly helpless as the cold, razor-sharp blade sliced through its body again and again.
The sacrifice was being legally murdered.
Maki finally stopped once he saw that every piece had been cut into the perfect size for fried chicken.
Naturally, while preparing the meat, he infused it with his Food Magic, adding subtle enhancements that would make every piece more flavorful, tender, and refined.
[N/A: RIP... bro.]
[Miss Camera Woman: Is this what vegans see whenever we cook meat?]
[Dressed Chicken: I have no regrets. Being touched by a handsome man and being eaten by him... it was a blessing in disguise.]
[N/A: M... This chicken is definitely a M.]
AM N. NOT.(っ－＿－)っ♤♤DRAFT♤♤