Why Does Eating This Dish Feel Like We're Doing Something Improper?!
At that moment— the system refreshed.
[Customer: Noelle — Finished reading Food Wars!
Reward — Imitation Roast Meat]
[Imitation Roast Meat:
A dish made by Sōma Yukihira using thick-cut bacon wrapped around seasoned potatoes.]
[Note: This dish WILL make the eater blush, clamp their legs together, moan softly, and may even result in clothes-explosion.
Please be mindful of your surroundings while consuming!]
"It actually causes real clothes-explosion?"
Han Feng froze for a second.
Good lord.
He originally thought it would only be like the manga— clothes exploding in the mental space only, not in reality.
At most, he expected:
blushing → pressed-together thighs → soft moans.
But the system's reward dish… had downgraded the clothes-explosion effect from fantasy into real life?!
"Boss, what's the reward?"
Seeing Han Feng stand there stunned, Noelle asked curiously.
Han Feng's lips curved.
"It's a dish that makes your clothes explode."
Woooosh—
A burst of radiant light flashed, and a beautifully plated dish of Imitation Roast Meat appeared on the counter.
A rich, savory aroma spread instantly— appetizing enough to make anyone salivate.
"Wow! Another yummy dish!"
Klee's nose twitched immediately.
The moment she smelled food, she dashed over excitedly.
"This one— you can't eat it, Klee.
At least not here."
Han Feng tapped her little head.
"Why not, Brother Han Feng?"
Klee blinked in confusion.
What kind of food could be so bad she wasn't allowed to eat it here?
Han Feng rubbed his nose.
How was he supposed to explain?
He couldn't just tell her:
"If you eat it, you'll start blushing, squeeze your thighs together, moan softly, and maybe your clothes will blast off."
Klee probably wouldn't understand a single one of those words.
And honestly, if that kind of thing happened to a child… that wouldn't just be "inappropriate"— it'd be horror-movie levels of wrong.
Han Feng didn't need to say it out loud—
Noelle already understood.
He probably meant it wasn't suitable for Klee to eat in public.
Even seeing it in manga was embarrassing enough— tasting it would be on a whole other level.
Noelle smiled at Klee.
"I'll pack a small portion for you.
You can eat it later alone, in the Knights' headquarters.
Okay?"
In Noelle's mind:
As long as Klee eats secretly and no one sees… it should be fine.
"Thank you, Noelle-sis!!"
Klee beamed.
Soon, Noelle had packed a small serving for her.
But then… Noelle started staring at the dish a little too intently.
Han Feng raised a brow.
"What? You want to try it?"
"…A little."
Noelle blushed.
Sure, the manga scenes were extremely embarrassing— but the overwhelming expression of bliss on the characters' faces made the dish look irresistibly delicious.
She did want to try it.
She was just afraid of actually exploding her clothes.
That would be… unspeakably awkward.
"Miss Noelle, what dish is this? It smells amazing!
Can Mona and I try some?"
Barbara approached, eyes shining.
"I can offer part of my Cosmic Giant shumai in exchange,"
Mona added.
Her shumai was great, but this roast meat… looked even better.
"This dish… uh… may make your clothes explode.
If you don't mind, go ahead."
Noelle gave a wry smile.
She herself was still hesitating, yet these two walked straight over without fear.
"Explode… clothes?"
Barbara and Mona both blinked.
What kind of bizarre effect was that?
How could eating food lead to that?
"I'm not sure either.
That's just what the boss said."
Noelle shook her head.
Both girls turned to Han Feng.
"Experience brings truth,"
Han Feng said with a relaxed smile.
Honestly, he wasn't sure either.
But the system said so— so it might really happen.
"Should we try it, Mona?"
Barbara asked after thinking a bit.
In her mind:
How could a dish possibly affect my clothes?
Even if she held onto her outfit tightly— how could food destroy it from the inside?
And Han Feng had said "try it and see"— which meant even he wasn't certain.
So… why not?
"Just what I was thinking," Mona grinned.
She'd read all of Cooking Master Boy.
She had seen glowing dishes.
She had not seen "clothes-exploding dishes."
Even Liu Maoxing never created such a thing.
So maybe Han Feng was messing with them.
"Then it's yours,"
Noelle said, pushing the plate forward.
If she hadn't seen the manga, she might've tried a bite.
But now?
No thanks.
Better safe than sorry.
And then— she felt her progress toward the "Dragon Palace 813 Saint Seiya Simulation" increase again.
The smell wafted upward.
Barbara and Mona picked up a piece each—and placed them into their mouths.
And then—
Their eyes widened.
"Ah—so good!!"
Every bite released the fragrant meat juices from the perfectly roasted bacon— filling their entire mouths with rich umami.
"Aah… hn…~"
As the flavors washed over them, Barbara and Mona's eyes grew hazy.
A deep blush spread across their cheeks.
Their thighs pressed together involuntarily.
Soft, breathy moans slipped from their lips— sounds that would make bystanders blush to hear.
If anyone walked past the shop right now, they would 100% assume something extremely indecent was happening inside.
"H-how… how is this happening…?"
Barbara's voice trembled.
She could feel something was wrong— but she couldn't stop it.
The blushing, the thigh-clenching, the soft moans— all continued without her control.
Mona was in the exact same state.
Face bright red.
Breathing unsteady.
Legs trembling.
And then—
what happened next—
completely stunned both girls on the spot.
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