Guild Boss's Ambition

"Then I guess it's the one with the sword?"

"Why?" I asked softly.

He hesitated and replied, "Intuition."

All right.

At this time, a smart woman should not ask further, because the so-called intuition means not understanding. If you are foolish enough to ask him to the end, he will be exposed and lose face, and his confidence in pursuing you will be reduced.

At this time, you should bring the topic to another lighter direction.

"Intuition? Is Hayato-kun also someone who likes to do things based on intuition? But I just don't like to be fussy about everything. For example, how much salt to put in a pot of soup, shouldn't I just use my intuition to handle things like that?"

Back in the familiar territory, Hayato's expression became less guarded, and he began to tell me some of his own unique little secrets in cooking. Most of them were things I knew before, but I only picked out one or two of them and pretended that I heard the rest for the first time. Then, a happy smile gradually appeared on his face, and his words began to carry an invisible sense of superiority.

The distance between us gradually shortened, and our shoulders were touching.

I'm sure he must have noticed this earlier than I did, but he didn't distance himself again. During the conversation, his eyes would occasionally wander with guilt, and his nose would sometimes twitch unnaturally as he secretly sniffed my perfume.

I have never met a man who has such strong intentions towards me. Or maybe my new voice made him forget that I am a man and made him notice my charm? No, I think he was testing my gender. His eyes fell on my chest and lower abdomen from time to time, looking for clues of my disguise.

But he won't find it.

I hid them well.

He can only discover my goodness on the journey of searching, discover the fragrance on my hair, and discover the pair of long legs that I have carefully cared for. He will not find any flaws unless he understands the differences between women and men better than I do.

But he was just a virgin.

He is full of beautiful fantasies about women, but he only has a superficial understanding of women.

He didn't know that some men don't have prominent Adam's apples, nor did he know that women generally have more fat than men, and that the fat is more concentrated in the abdomen and buttocks, thus modifying the unique round curves of women.

Laymen always want to see through the magic of a magician, but they often forget that the performer is the most attentive observer. Before officially performing on stage, they have practiced thousands or even tens of thousands of times in front of the mirror, and have experienced countless worries, confusions and self-doubts. They have spent all their efforts and time to cover up an illusion, so how could outsiders easily see through the appearance?

And since Hayato-kun is interested in exploring me, I can show it to Stallone above, so that he can know that I am also a woman who is loved by a man, and not a freak who fights in the kitchen all day or some unwanted weirdo.

The testing in the arena was over, and the two fighters finally fought fiercely.

And I also felt that it was time to take the initiative and leave a symbolic picture for them behind me.

"Hayato-kun, would you like some sandwiches... Oops."

I reached for the box of sandwiches and accidentally pushed it to the ground. Because the thing fell to the ground, I naturally bent down to pick it up. When I picked up the box, I caught his eyes staring at my chest as expected.

Because I was wearing a wide-necked shirt today, from that angle, he should be able to see clearly what was going on inside my clothes.

For example, the bras and related high-end padding that I carefully arranged.

"Hayato-kun, you..."

I pretended to be embarrassed and hurriedly covered the hole in my collar.

He looked away awkwardly and shook his hands repeatedly: "That was force majeure! Force majeure! After all, it happened too fast and too suddenly. I couldn't have looked away in time. Besides, how can I explain it? Humans have always had the instinct to appreciate beautiful things, don't they?"

“Appreciating beautiful things?”

I looked at him with a questioning look, and he was so confused that he just started talking nonsense: "Yes, that scene just now was indeed a very beautiful scene. Although your breasts are a little small, the type of bra you wear is very cute. As a man, isn't it a very natural fact to be attracted to such a scene? So, senior sous chef, please be gentle."

At the end of his words, he closed his eyes tightly and prepared himself to be beaten.

But how could I possibly hit a cute junior like him?

Giggle...

I used that elf voice and let out a sweet and naive laugh.

Hearing the laughter, he slowly opened his eyes, and my figure was reflected in his eyes. He was dazed by this illusion, and also because of this illusion, he became confused and asked the question I had been waiting for in the future: "Senior, are you really a man?"

I put my finger on my lips.

"Perhaps you could try it yourself?"

His body shook slightly because of my words. I closed my eyes on my own initiative and put on an attitude as if I was ready to be picked.

I firmly believe that Hayato-kun will not be able to resist such temptation.

He was young and curious about women, and he also had a certain crush on me.

After closing my eyes, the noise in the arena was particularly clear. Through the touch of our clothes rubbing against each other, I could vaguely feel him approaching. His movements were very slow, as if he was cautiously approaching a lamb to be slaughtered, or as if he was gradually testing the thickness of the ice. After a few long breaths, I could feel the hot breath he exhaled towards me on my cheek -

He seemed to really want to kiss her.

I finally pushed him away.

I have achieved the desired effect.

From Stallone's and the others' perspective, he should have kissed me.

"I'm sorry I took advantage of you."

While Hayato-kun was stunned, I briefly apologized and turned and walked out of my seat.

Dadadada--

Dadadada--

He immediately chased after her.

Finally, he stopped me outside the arena.

At this time, we were the only two people left.

He grabbed my arm in concern. "Is something wrong? Sous Chef?"

I looked at him with shame and wanted to tell him the whole story in one breath, but considering that we would meet in the stone house in the future, I changed my words and pretended to smile innocently: "I'm sorry, Hayato-kun, my joke just now was a bit too much. I can tell you directly that I am actually a real man. If you really kissed me just now, you will have to rinse your mouth later."

His expression changed slightly, then became firm again.

He pressed my shoulders hard and said seriously, "No, Miss Luoluo, I kissed you just now because I thought it didn't matter whether you were a man or a woman. To put it more bluntly, it's because I like you! I'm in love with you!"

Is he in love with me?

Even though he knew that I was a man, Hayato-kun, who had normal sexual orientation, still fell in love with me?

I asked blankly, "Why?"

Hayato smiled brightly, "Because you are very gentle, even if my words are meaningless, you will listen attentively. When I share my thoughts in a self-righteous way, you will not expose every one of my ideas. You have always been very careful to take care of my self-esteem. You think that you are very mature and excellent, and very, very, very beautiful."

This is a very touching confession.

But his pure gaze only hurt me.

From the beginning to the end, I was destined to be unable to respond to his feelings.

I simply thought about how to get the attention of my seniors, but I didn't consider that the person being used might get hurt. I suddenly thought of a term to describe myself - "**"

Oh my God - look what a stupid thing I have done!

Things must be made clear.

"I'm sorry, I already have someone I like, and that's our chef."

"Wait, Sous Chef, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly?"

"I said, the man I like is Chef Strom!"

"...Oh." He was silent.

Next, I confessed to Hayato everything about my trip to the arena and my admiration for Mr. Stallone.

Unexpectedly, as a victim, he did not show much disgust. Instead, he comforted me who was ashamed and regretful. He also repeatedly assured me that he would keep this secret for me. He said that he would not hate me for being used and that we could continue to be friends in the future.

Oh my god.

He is really a very good boy.

It's so good that it makes me feel ashamed of myself.

……

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44. The Interpretation of Dreams (Strohm)

(Strohn Gasol)

Amid the noise of the arena, the clanging of swords and knives—

And he just watched him approach, letting him take off his cherry lips.

why?

Why could he allow a stranger man to do such private things to him?

Looking at the two figures suddenly leaving, my heart felt a little cold. I looked sideways at Miss Lannong, wanting to see her expression at this moment, but I found that she was also observing my expression. I was stunned and asked, "Aren't you going to chase them?"

"Why should I chase them?"

She looked confused.

I changed my mind and betrayed Gu Shan: "Gu Shan, she said that you and Ke Luoluo are together, aren't you in that kind of relationship?"

"No - absolutely not!"

Miss Lannong waved her hand and clarified with a serious face: "The relationship between me and Korolo is pure friendship. If you continue to hold on to such ridiculous associations, both me and Miss Korolo will feel very troubled. And uncle, you and Miss Korolo have known each other for almost seven years. Don't you know that Miss Korolo doesn't like girls?"

But Luo Luo doesn’t like girls?

I was surprised by this, but suddenly it seemed natural.

I still questioned, "But he always looks at girls when he goes shopping?"

Miss Lannon showed a defeated expression: "She was observing the way women dress, not just to satisfy the visual needs like you do. Oh! Uncle Stallone, I really don't know whether to say you are sincere or an idiot. Why can such a big and cute transvestite stay with you for almost seven years, and you still treat her as heterosexual? Is there a hole in your head?"

But Luo Luo is a person who likes men?

After Miss Lannong said that, I finally accepted this fact. However, even if Ke Luoluo likes boys, what does the scene he just performed with Hayato-kun mean? Moreover, why did Ke Luoluo let Hayato-kun kiss him and then push him away?

What kind of relationship do they have?

I suddenly became anxious and could no longer concentrate on the game.

"Little guy, pack up, let's go find Korolo."

I put on my coat and prepared to chase after them. However, Miss Lannong sat in the audience with an indifferent look and gave me a penetrating look: "They are quarreling, why do you want to interfere? Since it has nothing to do with this matter, uncle, you'd better sit down and watch the fighting match with me, so as to avoid embarrassment when everyone sees it."

Yes, since that was Karolo’s own love life, why did I want to interfere?

I followed Miss Lannon's advice, sat down, and forced myself to focus on the duel on the field.

After a while, the first round of competition in the arena came to an end, and the sword-wielding warrior was defeated.

After watching the game, Miss Lannon turned her gaze to me and spoke first: "Stroun, I want to ask you something. This matter does not have any special meaning. It is just a proposition to think about life."

"What kind of question?"

Miss Lan Nong pondered for a moment and smiled in an ambiguous way. "Do you sometimes feel that there is actually a person of the opposite gender living deep inside you? Even more so, that potential personality occasionally helps you make some extraordinary decisions without authorization?"

Her question made me think of Ke Luoluo, but her tone didn't sound like she was just talking about Ke Luoluo. I thought about her question seriously and answered, "Maybe. I once had a dream. In the dream, I became a woman selling bread, and then married a man who liked to eat bread. When I woke up, I realized the absurdity of the dream."

"absurd?"

Miss Lannon's pupils shrank, and she asked, "To you, Stallone, which part of the dream do you think is absurd? And why was it that it was clearly an absurd dream, but you didn't feel confused about it at the time, but instead kept indulging in it?"

I looked at Miss Lannong, whose expression suddenly changed, in confusion, and replied calmly, "Because that dream was a happy one. No one will wake up from a happy dream because happiness will numb our brains and make us unable to perceive the vanity in it."

"So, Mr. Strom, do you think I'm happy now?"

She asked me this question softly. Her face, which was usually filled with smiles, was now expressionless. It seemed as if her true feelings were revealed at this moment. She was confused and lost, searching but without direction. She always doubted the reality of the world and her own existence.

This little philosopher--

I sighed, stretched out my hands and pulled her cheeks, and said impatiently, "It seems to me that you must have been very happy in the stone house, so you have the leisure to worry about these things. However, people only have a few hours a day to dream. If you are dreaming happily but still complain about the distortion of the dream scene, isn't that a bit too greedy?"

She let me play with her cheeks, thought for a moment, and then she smiled strangely.

"Uncle Stallone, you said you once dreamed that you married a man. So, what did that man look like?"

Right? What does that man look like?

I was equally curious, so I let go of her hand, stroked my chin, and recalled, "Because it was a dream, I only roughly remembered a few obvious features. He was probably a tall and thin man with golden hair... and his tone was very gentle... he had a pair of deep green eyes... he liked to drink hot coffee with half sugar and milk... and he hated the desserts in the refrigerator being stolen by others without permission?"

"Wow! What a three-dimensional image—"

Miss Lannon exclaimed with a hint of surprise, and said with a smile, "Uncle Stallone, do you know that human dreams can sometimes have the ability to predict the future? I know a businessman who once had a nightmare about the price of gold falling. A week later, the price of gold really fell sharply. The businessman also sold the gold in advance because he believed in the signs of this predictive dream and avoided disaster."