Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

Lord Zhu Zhu led the two ghosts to a corner, then nervously served them two glasses of beer.

Fujiwara Chika wasn't scared and continued to work hard drawing maps, rewarding herself with a salted edamame after each map she finished.

Scared?

Totally unnecessary.

As long as Natsuki Amamiya is by my side, she's just a woman with two faces; she can be arrested and brought to justice in no time.

the other side.

Natsuki Amamiya carried the little beast into the kitchen and began preparing some bizarre dishes.

The moment I saw the little beast, I knew exactly how to make the culinary disaster, as if I had practiced it a thousand times, without the slightest hesitation.

His hand movements were as smooth as flowing water, an indescribable pleasure to behold.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman sat in the corner, not drinking a drop of beer in front of her, nor tasting it. She just turned her head from time to time to look towards the kitchen.

As for the other guests in the restaurant, they seemed not to see anything, drinking and chatting, enjoying themselves.

Time slipped away quietly, second by second, as we waited.

Twenty minutes later.

Natsuki Amamiya carried a silver tray and walked out of the kitchen, stepping towards the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

"The ingredients are very fresh, and the dish is more complete than the sashimi we had before." Natsuki Amamiya placed the plate in front of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

Lord Zhu Zhu, Secretary Fujiwara, Miss Sakura, and even the shop manager behind the counter all turned their gazes toward them.

“Well then…” Natsuki Amamiya lifted the lid of the dish and smiled, “Please enjoy, guest.”

The moment the lid was lifted, colorful lights suddenly appeared and lasted for several seconds before gradually dimming and disappearing.

"Eh eh eh?!"

Lord Zhu Zhu and Fujiwara Chika were both stunned.

"The food is glowing?"

"A dish that glows?"

"That's ridiculous!" Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but complain. "That's the kind of culinary skill you only see in manga!"

"Um, this isn't reality..." Lady Zhu Zhu whispered, "So it's okay?"

"..."

After the light disappeared, the group could see clearly that the dish inside was pork ribs. The color looked very ordinary, and the ribs seemed to have been overcooked and browned. Each piece of rib was coated with an unknown thick sauce, and small bubbles rose from the sauce on the ribs, like a black and red ocean.

It didn't look very appealing, but after witnessing the glowing effect just now, no one dared to underestimate it.

“Miss,” Amamiya Natsuki said, handing a pair of chopsticks to the Slit-Mouthed Woman. “Please follow my suggestion and enjoy the dishes in the order they are served.”

The slit-mouthed woman instinctively caught the chopsticks.

As an evil spirit born in an island nation, using chopsticks is instinctive for it, and it has no problem at all.

Amamiya Natsuki picked up a piece of pork rib, placed it on a small plate, and then handed the plate to the Slit-Mouthed Woman, smiling slightly:

"Please eat this piece first."

"..."

After a slight hesitation, the Slit-Mouthed Woman removed the mask from her face and looked up at Natsuki Amamiya.

as predicted.

This ghost story lady has two deep wounds on her cheeks, as if they were cut open by scissors, which looks shocking.

"Why are you looking at me?" Amamiya Natsuki frowned and said in a deep voice, "After the ingredients are cooked, every slight change in temperature will affect the taste. Eat quickly."

"……sorry!"

The woman with the slit mouth apologized instinctively, followed by a look of embarrassment and annoyance.

As a ghost story, it's really undignified for him to apologize to a cricket-human... He wanted to be dignified, but his right hand involuntarily picked up the chopsticks, picked up a rib, and put it in his mouth.

The ferocious look of its open mouth made Lord Zhu Zhu turn her face away in fear, but she couldn't help but glance over out of the corner of her eye, secretly anticipating the taste feedback of the dish.

then……

Nothing happened.

The Slit-Mouthed Lady's mouth bulged, but her expression remained quite calm.

"Keep going, don't stop," Natsuki Amamiya commanded. "Now, eat the second piece."

time flies.

As each piece of rib was eaten, an incredibly rich aroma of meat slowly spread, like dark clouds before a summer storm, enveloping the entire restaurant with unstoppable force.

The slit-mouthed woman, who had initially maintained a cold expression, could no longer keep her icy demeanor. Her face was flushed, she was panting, and her eyes were filled with thick tears.

"H-How is this possible... I actually came out of the water..."

"Hoo...hoo...so delicious..."

"I can't believe there's such an amazing dish in the world..."

"I can't take it anymore... let me rest for a bit..."

"Don't stop, there's one last piece of food," Natsuki Amamiya commanded. "Open your mouth."

"what……"

Miss Slit Mouth obediently opened her mouth subconsciously.

Natsuki Amamiya fed the ribs.

Miss Slit Mouth instinctively closed her mouth and began to chew.

boom!

The deliciousness she had accumulated was ignited by the last dish, as if a volcano was erupting in her mind. The Slit-Mouthed Woman couldn't even sit still anymore and collapsed onto the table.

The trench coat had been taken off at some point, revealing a dirty white shirt underneath.

At this moment, Miss Slit Mouth's shirt was soaked through, her collar was undone, her body was trembling slightly, and all that could be left of her mouth was unconscious murmuring.

Without a doubt, that was the result of the body and mind being completely conquered.

"...This is not scientific!"

Zhu Zhu's face flushed red, and she couldn't help but press her legs together tightly. It was as if something strange had been added to make the ghost story look like this.

"That's too much, too exaggerated."

Before, Fujiwara Chika was just a koi fish, swimming around in the fish tank, and she never got to see what Sakurako looked like after eating. Now, the shock she felt was even greater.

Not long after, Amamiya Natsuki felt her arm being hugged. Turning her head, she met a pair of bright, pink eyes.

"Want to eat!"

Fujiwara Chika tilted her pretty face up, her eyes sparkling, just like a cat begging for dried fish.

As a foodie who seeks out delicious food whenever I have free time, how can I resist such temptation?

I absolutely cannot tolerate it.

Amamiya Natsuki said speechlessly:

"This is culinary abomination, not food for ordinary people."

"Then let's make glowing dishes that ordinary people can eat."

The Party Secretary is incredibly adaptable.

Zhu Zhu pricked up her ears to eavesdrop.

If I could really make it... I want to eat it, even if it turns me into something as awful as the Slit-Mouthed Woman!

"..."

While the three of them were whispering to each other, the Slit-Mouthed Lady finally recovered and sat up straight again.

"How was it?" Miss Sakura held a round fan, stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and smiled. "I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

"..."

Miss Slit Mouth didn't say anything, but silently put on her mask and then put her hand inside her trench coat.

Upon seeing this, the two girls immediately tensed up, worried that the gloomy woman would pull out scissors.

Fortunately, what he pulled out wasn't scissors, but a stack of banknotes.

"for you."

Without hesitation, Miss Kuchisuke handed all the money to Natsuki Amamiya.

For the man who conquered her body and soul, the Slit-Mouthed Woman offered up all her possessions.

It turns out that as long as you can satisfy a rich woman's physical and mental needs, she will never be stingy with her money.

Natsuki Amamiya glanced down at the thickness and denomination of the banknote in her hand.

I've mispoken.

The woman with the slit mouth in front of me is not a rich woman; her financial situation is clearly that of an ordinary office worker.

After paying the bill, Miss Slit Mouth reached out and supported herself on the table, stood up, wrapped her body in her trench coat, her legs trembling slightly, and staggered out.

Sakurako stayed behind and shared the spoils with Amamiya Natsuki and the shop manager.

All three were overjoyed; congratulations!

"Young man, you're quite something. I'm growing to like you more and more." Miss Sakura held a round fan, her eyes filled with affection, her smile gentle, like a ripe, juicy fruit that made one want to taste it. Even girls blushed and their hearts raced at the sight of her; she must have some kind of alluring power. "Would you like to come home with me? I promise I won't hurt you."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Chika immediately stepped forward and hugged Amamiya Natsuki's arm.

Don't even think about it!

How could I possibly ask you to do strange things!

Lord Zhu hesitated for a moment, then did not move.

With Fujiwara around, it seems like I'm not needed anymore.