I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

I still feel really annoyed!

The scene returns to the izakaya, but the small tables have disappeared, replaced by a large table.

This time, Luo Feng personally cooked a very lavish meal. Yukino and Sora were particularly uncomfortable eating it; if Luo Feng hadn't insisted, they wouldn't have even eaten it.

The most awkward one is Sawamura Sayuri.

She originally thought that dancing was the most embarrassing time, but she didn't expect that eating would be even more unbearable than dancing.

Especially Luo Feng's comments while eating—is that something a human being would do?

Even Yukino couldn't stand watching them eat.

As a result, Luo Feng retorted to Yukino with a single sentence: "Isn't this something you guys invented?"

Sawamura Sayuri and the other two said that they would not take the blame for this. It was invented by those perverts, what does it have to do with them?

In short, Luo Feng was the only one who was happy during the meal.

Sora and Yukino could appreciate the previous dance, but this meal... they really couldn't appreciate it.

…………

When Sayuri Sawamura got home, she was still in a daze.

Even though Luo Feng's hand hadn't touched her body, and it seemed like nothing had happened between them, she still couldn't bear it.

Thankfully, it's over, it's all over.

Let's just consider our recent experiences, especially today's, as nothing more than a dream.

I didn't let him bang it. This isn't betrayal. Just think of it as someone accidentally seeing me while I was showering, or as me accidentally exposing myself while dancing...

Squeak.

Sawamura Sayuri opened the front door to find her husband, Leonard Spencer, sitting in the living room watching TV. Seeing Sayuri return, he waved to her, "Why are you so late? I bought a new game. Come on, let's play together. Have you eaten? I'll have the chef make you something."

This family are complete otaku.

"I've already eaten." Sayuri Sawamura suppressed her unusual behavior. "I didn't do anything special, I just went dancing for a while. I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep now. I danced for... a bit too long today."

"Alright, madam, please. Be your cutlery." Luo Feng extended his hand. "If you're shy, I'll have to do it myself."

"I...I'll wash it myself, I'll do it myself." Sawamura Sayuri still held onto her last bit of stubbornness. Anyway, she'd already been seen naked, in all sorts of positions, so what was the big deal about being treated like a set of tableware?

Unfortunately, she underestimated Luo Feng's limits...

Upon reaching the bathroom, she saw Luo Feng leaning against the door, staring at her, and couldn't help but shout, "This is not part of the deal!"

"Why not?" Luo Feng said lightly, "As a chef, I need to carefully check whether my tableware has been washed clean."

“You…” Sawamura Sayuri immediately realized it was a word trap.

This guy is completely using himself as a piece of tableware?

“If you’re too shy, I don’t mind washing the dishes myself,” Luo Feng said, rubbing his hands together.

His actions at this point don't really constitute a breach of contract.

Sayuri Kozawa is the main course, and he doesn't want to exploit these loopholes.

He would use a calculated strategy to gradually break her down.

"I can do it myself..."

Sawamura Sayuri took a deep breath and began to wash herself.

"Madam, the seams aren't clean enough, shall I help you?"

"Madam, the color on your chest is a bit too dark. Shall I make it pink for you?"

"Would you like me to perform a reconstructive surgery on you? I guarantee you'll be back to your teenage years."

"Shut up!"

Soon, Luo Feng prepared the necessary dishes and placed them little by little on Sawamura Sayuri.

If he had looked serious, Sayuri Sawamura would have felt a little better. But as Luo Feng put food on her, he looked her up and down with a very lewd gaze and smacked his lips.

"Tsk tsk, Madam's skin is really well-maintained. Even after having a daughter, it's still like this, truly amazing..."

"You seem more radiant than your daughter."

Sawamura Sayuri instinctively covered her three most private parts, gritting her teeth with a look of shame and indignation on her face.

She, Sayuri Sawamura, Mrs. Spencer, actually did such a thing...

She knew that the more she looked like that, the more excited Luo Feng would become, but there were some things that even someone as experienced as her couldn't control.

After Luo Feng finished cooking, he mischievously snatched the sushi from her chest with his chopsticks.

The part of Sawamura Sayuri that had once breastfed Eriri was now exposed to Luo Feng once again.

"Yes, it's a bit small, but it's all concentrated essence."

As soon as Luo Feng finished speaking, Kong Yinzi and Xue Nai gave her a barely perceptible glare.

"I don't know if it's tight or loose here... Don't you really need me to treat you? It's free."

"unnecessary!"

"Ok."

"Where are you picking up with your chopsticks?"

“You only said I can’t touch my hands or feet, but you didn’t say I can’t use chopsticks. Hmm, this isn’t a cherry, it’s a flesh-colored bean, let me see what’s going on… Actually, we Chinese can use chopsticks with both hands.”

Sawamura Sayuri's gaze gradually became unfocused, and her breathing began to quicken.

Luo Feng was actually using chopsticks to do that kind of thing to her...

"Wait, these are chopsticks?" Sawamura Sayuri stared wide-eyed at the 'tableware' that Luo Feng had changed.

"Yes, they're jade, but they're chopsticks for a five-meter-tall demon. Madam, I think I forgot something on the waterway..."

Sawamura Sayuri suddenly realized that oral sex might be much less embarrassing than this!

P.S.: The group number is 701932491. The group is very legitimate, there's really nothing wrong with it. Things are so strict now, so I won't write anything too outrageous in the supplementary version in the group...

I'm going to BW today, so the update might be a little late.

Chapter 175 An Encounter

The next day, Luo Feng looked refreshed and energetic.

Yesterday was so much fun. Even though nothing happened between him and his wife, there's still another one at home, isn't there?

This time, Luo Feng didn't mess with Yukino. If the same routine is used too often, it won't be fresh, and if they get used to it, it will reduce the fun.

Today, Luo Feng is in a rare good mood and plans to go out for a stroll to see if there are any lucky viewers who need to make a deal. You could say that whoever runs into him is unlucky.

He wandered around for a while, found a ramen shop, and went inside.

Aki Tomoya was sitting in the corner, eating ramen while typing rapidly on his phone, clearly working on his script.

He lost twenty years of his life, which was equivalent to losing a quarter of his life, but he didn't care at all.

Putting everything else aside, he had done everything he could for Eriri.

Who knows how fast he'll grow in the future... and who knows when he'll start balding.

Clearly, judging from his current state, he wants to recreate the game that 'he' made, which he saw at Luo Feng's place. That game, in terms of its script, art style, and characters, left a deep impression on him.

Although releasing this game now might not guarantee the same level of popularity as in the previous timeline, he didn't care. He simply wanted to bring this fun game to the market and let more people enjoy its charm.

He takes games seriously.

Just as Luo Feng was about to walk over to him, greet him, scare him, and have some fun, he discovered an interesting soul in the crowd.

Luo Feng's gaze moved toward that soul.

It was a girl with outstanding looks, large eyes with brownish-yellow pupils, and a beauty mark under her left eye.

She had fair skin, long blue hair styled in a single ponytail, and wore a white headband. Judging from her clothes, she must have come from a wealthy family.

Luo Feng lowered his hat brim, bought a bowl of ramen, and decisively walked up to the girl, revealing an impeccable smile: "Miss, would you mind sharing a table?"

Aki Tomoya's mind was entirely on his script, and he didn't notice Luo Feng at all.

Seeing such an interesting soul, Luo Feng was too lazy to bother with Aki Tomoya anymore, letting him fend for himself.

Luo Feng can trade that guy's soul, or he can choose not to.

Now that Kato Megumi has let go, there's nothing about him that Luo Feng is willing to pay attention to.

"Huh?" The girl who was about to eat her noodles looked up, glanced at Luo Feng, and then looked around. She found that the shop was almost full, with only two tables occupied by one person each. One was her, and the other was a suspicious-looking otaku.

"Okay." She thought that since Luo Feng was so good-looking, he couldn't be a bad person.

She didn't think much of it, since it was just sharing a table.

After Luo Feng sat down, she ate her noodles while reading a book.

"You don't forget to study even while eating." Luo Feng took off his hat and put it aside. "You're definitely a candidate for Dongda University."

In Japan, the University of Tokyo can be considered a shortcut to success, but since everyone knows about this shortcut, it naturally means that the University of Tokyo is extremely difficult to get into.

Those who get into the University of Tokyo are basically geniuses from various schools. They have to put in more effort than ordinary people and perform exceptionally well to get into that kind of school. It's like crossing a single-plank bridge.

Japanese students aren't like those in anime, spending their days doing nothing but club activities, chatting, picking up girls, playing games, and becoming idols. Quite a few of them actually want to get into good universities, especially the University of Tokyo.

To get into the University of Tokyo, you need not only talent and hard work, but also a lot of money to support your tutoring.

How many students can a regular high school in Japan teach? If you don't go to a private tutoring school, it's like two geniuses working hard at school and spending their free time studying at a private tutoring school with a dedicated teacher, which puts them at a disadvantage.

"Um..." the girl said somewhat shyly, "I just like science."

"Then your science grades must be pretty good," Luo Feng said. "Study hard, the future belongs to you."

"Pfft..." The girl was amused by Luo Feng's words: "You don't look that old either."

If Luo Feng were less attractive, she might have just nodded twice and moved on after that.

However, Luo Feng has the kind of appearance that readers can easily relate to. If he doesn't reveal his true colors, he seems like a very kind and handsome person.

If Luo Feng hadn't worn this outfit, but instead had donned Hanfu, he would truly have been a gentleman of unparalleled elegance and grace.