Klee's Shock: "Barbara-sis, Mona-sis… Why Aren't You Wearing Clothes?
At that moment—
Barbara felt a surge of heat rush through her body.
And as that heat built up—
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
A rapid series of explosive sounds echoed through the store.
Barbara's white church dress suddenly burst apart, torn into countless scraps scattered across the floor.
Mona was no luckier— the exact same thing happened to her.
Noelle: (⊙⊙)
Klee: (⊙⊙)
Both of them were stunned speechless.
What… what was happening?!
They could only stare blankly, utterly at a loss.
As for Barbara and Mona—the moment their clothes exploded, the "Gourmet Euphoria" effect vanished.
Their minds snapped back to clarity in an instant.
Remembering what had just happened, the two women turned completely blank.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Wasn't it just… one bite of food?!
How did it turn into this?!
Their brains practically shut down.
They stood there frozen like statues, unable to react.
Until—
A curious little voice spoke.
"Barbara-sis, Mona-sis…
Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
The girls jolted violently—
Only now remembering someone else was in the room.
They stiffly turned their heads—
Behind the counter, Klee blinked innocently at them, her big eyes full of curiosity.
Next to her, Noelle stood petrified— obviously shocked beyond belief.
And Boss Han?
He was sipping tea.
Sipping tea.
And smiling.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Two delayed screams finally erupted through the manga shop.
The moment they realized their situation, Barbara and Mona's faces flushed bright red— the redness spreading all the way down their necks.
"Go upstairs!
Far left room—there are some of my clothes there!"
Noelle quickly shouted, snapping out of her daze.
For the two girls, this was like being handed a lifeline.
They didn't say another word— they bolted up the stairs at full speed.
In a flash, the ground floor was left with only Han Feng, Noelle, and Klee.
Han Feng calmly sipped his tea.
Noelle stared at the ground.
Klee stared at everything.
Then—
"Brother Han Feng…
What happened to Barbara-sis and Mona-sis?"
Klee tilted her head, baffled.
Their reactions were so strange.
They just ate a bite of food— then blushed, made weird noises… and finally, their clothes disappeared.
Klee was deeply confused.
"Ahem.
It's because the food was too delicious.
They lost control a little.
Yes—this is the highest form of praise for gourmet cuisine!"
Han Feng coughed lightly and started bullshitting—Well, not exactly bullshitting.
In the manga, blushing, thigh-clamping, moaning, and even clothes-explosion were all artistic expressions of how unbelievably delicious the dish was.
The system simply… made it real.
The work of the Gourmet God truly knew no limits.
"So food can taste THAT good?!"
Klee exclaimed, eyes sparkling.
Truly worthy of being Brother Han Feng's reward!
"Good thing I didn't eat any! Being cautious IS the right choice!"
Now that she'd recovered, Noelle had a face full of lingering fear.
Yes, Barbara and Mona seemed… to be having a great time just now.
Which meant the food was definitely delicious.
But those effects?!
Way too terrifying.
Even eating alone would feel mortifying.
Much less in public.
Especially with the boss watching…
Thinking about how the boss had purposely pushed her to read the manga earlier,
Noelle's face twisted strangely.
"Could Boss have chosen this manga… just to watch us 'explode' our clothes…?"
But after a moment she shook her head.
No.
The boss liked teasing them, and lately he'd gotten a little mischievous, sure—
But he was an unfathomable, mysterious existence who had even taken her in kindly.
And she had noticed earlier:
Han Feng hadn't even looked at Barbara and Mona directly.
So how could he possibly be that kind of person?!
"Noelle, stop having such wild thoughts about the boss!
That's disrespectful!"
she scolded herself internally.
Of course, what she didn't know was—
In the shop, thanks to the system, nothing was truly hidden from Han Feng.
Even if he didn't "look," even if he simply sipped tea with a mild smile—
He had still seen… pretty much everything.
At least he'd placed a barrier outside beforehand, anticipating the possibility of a clothes-explosion.
So the only witnesses were:
Han Feng.
Noelle.
And Klee.
Han Feng glanced at the shredded fabrics on the floor.
"Noelle, pick up the scraps.
Return them to Barbara and Mona later."
Otherwise, the mess on the floor would keep giving him the wrong kind of thoughts.
"Y-yes!"
Noelle nodded vigorously.
She immediately began cleaning.
"Noelle-sis! I'll help too!"
Klee joined with enthusiasm.
With the two of them working together, they quickly gathered all the fabric scraps.
Just then,
Barbara and Mona finally descended from upstairs— slowly, awkwardly, stiffly.
Both wore Noelle's spare outfits.
But their cheeks were still bright red, utterly adorable.
"Miss Barbara, Miss Mona—here are your clothes,"
Noelle said, handing them the bundle of fabric bits.
"Thank you…"
Both girls accepted the bundle—
Then turned crimson all over again when they saw what their "clothes" had become.
Ruined.
Utterly annihilated.
And Boss Han had witnessed the whole thing.
The atmosphere grew terribly awkward.
Han Feng cleared his throat.
"Ahem…
So.
Are you two… still going to finish the imitation roast meat?"
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