He should give her a lesson, let her know that men can’t resist this kind of temptation.

Josh gradually realized things were getting out of control.

*

When she came out of Yuze’s room, it was already dark outside.

Yuze squeezed out from the side and patted her little head, "Good girl, I’ll go make dinner for you."

Josh: "...Get lost."

Just then, Rob came down the stairs, looking shocked at the Little Tactician, who seemed utterly drained, and then at Yuze, who was full of energy.

Josh knew nothing good would come from his mouth, so she turned and went upstairs.

This clearly looks like she’s been drained of her energy!

And looking at Yuze, it’s like he’s one of those fox spirits in movies who, after a night of passion, has absorbed the energy of a dozen men.

Yuze couldn’t be bothered to deal with him and had no interest in explaining, he just turned around and went downstairs to make food.

After all, between a man and a woman, there are many things they can do besides the final step~

Josh returned to her room, her mind still lingering on the recent intimate scene.

She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, paced back and forth in the room for a while, and recited the Heart Clarity Spell a few times until she managed to steady herself.

Her suspicion was correct, Yuze bears traces of the Mermaid King.

Or rather, Yuze’s soul is fused with some of the Mermaid King’s soul.

There are traces of their souls intertwining, but this fusion is very subtle.

It seems only when his emotions are pulled to the extreme does this fusion appear.

When Yuze is calm, Josh can’t see the shadow of the Mermaid King on him at all.

Reflecting on his expression in the game’s logout room, he was so certain the Mermaid King wasn’t dead, so it’s likely he knows something.

Josh stroked her chin; she might be able to dig some clues out from Yuze.

She sat cross-legged, meditating in her room, waiting for Yuze to come to her.

This has almost become a habit between them.

After coming out of the dungeon, they always ate alone in the room every day.

Yuze would cook food she liked and needed based on her physical condition to ensure she got enough nutrition to grow.

After eating, there’d be a hot cup of goat’s milk.

Strawberry-flavored.

She loved drinking it.

Soon, Yuze came in with dinner.

Josh let him in.

Yuze placed the dinner on the low coffee table, and the two sat cross-legged facing each other on the carpet.

Josh thought she could face him calmly.

But seeing him sitting opposite her, she couldn’t help but feel her mind was a bit of a mess.

Yuze was wearing a black loungewear sweatshirt, the loose clothing on his frame, revealing a long neck, long, strong fingers with some veins showing only when not exerting force.

All this made him look like a tall, slender, and lean bamboo pole.

But she knew that beneath the sweatshirt, his pecs were large, biceps quite big, abs rock hard, his back and chest firm.

Underneath the clothes was a powerhouse of muscle, like a mountain of steel, a hot volcano.

He brought out the dinner, his long fingers arranging the utensils on the table.

She couldn’t help but drift; it was just those hands exploring her, domineering and forceful.

Long fingers, nimble, almost magical, freely sparking fires on her body.

"Josh?" His voice carried a hint of confusion.

Josh snapped back to reality, her gaze a bit flustered, "What?"

Yuze handed her the chopsticks with a chuckle, "Eating, what are you looking at?"

"Oh." Josh quickly nodded, taking the chopsticks.

Their fingers briefly touched and then separated.

Yuze’s gaze deepened, giving her a significant look, capturing her disordered little eyes.

Good to see her flustered; being flustered meant there was something going on.

They ate dinner in silence.

Josh felt a little restless; they’d eaten like this before, but never felt as awkward as today.

She cleared her throat, trying to start a conversation, "Captain."

"Mm? Why not call me by my name?" Yuze looked at her with a teasing smile.

Josh wasn’t sure how to continue the chat.

Yuze suddenly asked, "Josh, I have a question."

Josh: "Ask away."

Yuze looked at her with a grin, "You say, a man and a woman, they’ve kissed, and hugged, what kind of relationship is that?"

Josh squinted her eyes, quickly recalling the words her senior used to brush off men.

"A lip service relationship."

The chopsticks in Yuze’s hand almost got deformed, "..."

Josh looked at him, "Isn’t it?"

Yuze’s mouth twitched, "It is..."

Fine, at least a lip service relationship is also a new relationship, right?

Better than having nothing at all.

He looked at Josh, continuing to go along, "So we are currently in a lip service relationship?"

Josh nodded, "Yes."

Yuze: "A lip service relationship means I can kiss you anytime?"

Josh thought about it, kissing felt nice, she enjoyed kissing Yuze, didn’t resist, even looked forward to it.

So she nodded again, "Yes!"

Yuze felt like a girl sold off, having to compromise; Josh seemed like a domineering jerk CEO who fancied his kissing skills.

Dared to nod and say yes...

He really wanted to plant a flower on her head with a hammer, wondering who indulged her to be so unruly.

This playful banter turned Josh’s tension into ease.

After finishing her meal, she looked in Yuze’s direction, "Captain..."

"Call me by my name." Yuze interrupted her, "From now on in private, call me by my name, captain doesn’t sound like your lip service partner."

Did she want to separate work and personal?

No way!

He insisted on making it blurry for her.

Josh touched her nose, "Oh..."

Yuze saw she was almost done eating and served her a bowl of hawthorn soup, "Have some."

She ate more than usual today; if she sleeps early, she might get bloated.

Luckily he anticipated this and prepared hawthorn soup.

This little brat, the more he feeds her, the pickier she gets.

When she first came, she was fine, ate whatever was given.

But lately, the pickier her taste becomes.

Each time with pork, beef, or lamb, she eats exceptionally less; when it comes to seafood, she indulges without restraint.

She seems to have a special fondness for seafood.

He wondered what the dead fish would think about her love for eating his descendants.

Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

Josh was already used to his control, hearing this, obediently drank the hawthorn soup he gave her.

It entered her mouth sour and sweet and warm, the taste of hawthorn was fresh, just right for digesting food.

She closed her eyes in comfort, "So good~"

Every time after a good meal and drinking a bowl of soup, life feels truly wonderful.