Time peels away the daylight inch by inch from above the dome, and the dark curtain of the day is drawn to a close.

Dim lights sustain the tranquility of the night, casting faint shadows on the white-washed walls, swaying along with the flickering candlelight and my azure locks.

In my humble living room, the dinner table is adorned with the dishes that I personally prepared.

Tonight's menu.

Roasted turkey, ham.

Mashed potatoes, sautéed vegetables.

Baked pancakes, cream pudding.

I look at the somewhat unsightly dishes on the table, anxiously placing my hand over my chest.

Tonight is a special night, the Christmas Eve on Earth.

Normally, I only cook simple home-style dishes, but on this special occasion, I want to make something extraordinary.

I thought of following the customs of a different world's holiday, preparing a feast with a touch of exotic flavors for my master.

But because it's my first attempt, the results don't seem to be great.

I followed the recipe to roast the turkey, but after baking, the skin of the turkey turned out imperfect, with certain areas charred and blackened due to excessive heat.

The fruits and vegetables surrounding the turkey also lost their original luster due to improper handling, resembling withered plants.

But it's not a complete failure!

I tasted it myself, and although the appearance of the roasted turkey is terrible, it's still edible!

My master will surely understand.

I sit beside the dinner table, raising my hand to infuse the still-smoking dinner with a deep blue magic, enveloping every ingredient and using magic to keep it warm.

Why am I using such a foolish method to keep it warm?

We have a magic stone warmer at home.

Magic stones are a kind of technology from another world that can temporarily store magic. As long as magic is infused and guided, the magic stone will spontaneously and continuously release magic to keep the food in the cabinet warm.

But I hope my master can smell the delicious aroma as soon as they come back.

Click!

The sound of the door opening!

My hand, which had been holding on for half an hour, immediately let go, and I dashed to the entrance like a wild horse released from its shackles.

When I saw that splash of red, I couldn't help but rush into my master's arms without slowing down.

"Welcome back, Master~"

I shout with excitement.

My master raises a hand to hold my waist, their cold fingers sinking into my hair. I rub against their soft chest.

Enjoying the rebounding force.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

With a faint smile on their face, my master softly asks.

I let go of my master's body.

And naturally, I take my master's hands, which were hanging down behind me.

I hold my master's right hand with both hands and place it on my chest, conveying the thumping heartbeat and the warmth of my body into the palm of their hand.

"Master, should we eat first or should you eat me first tonight?"

I blinked, trying my best to seduce my master.

My master bends down, their cool face, snowy and yet smiling, growing larger in my field of vision, and I feel the moist touch on my lips.

A slight numbness ripples through my body along with the lingering sensation, igniting the joy in my heart.

"Let's eat together."

My master's lips curl slightly.

Their large palm holds my face, and their slender fingers lightly trace along my jawline.

And then.

Following the half-exposed fragrant shoulder, they open my collar.

"Master..."

I stood motionless in place.

As the sound of clothes dropping to the ground echoed, the master lifted a hand and gently tapped my nose.

"Not good-looking. You look better like this."

I was still clothed.

Wearing intimate underwear.

She lowered her head, embraced me in her arms, her nose buried in my ice-blue hair, and her barely audible breath brushing against me.

She planted a deep kiss on my neck.

Then, she stood up and took off her oversized sweater.

She covered me with it.

"Dinner time."

The master took hold of my hand.

Two complicated emotions intermingled within me.

I hoped the master would devour me first, but the table full of dinner was my carefully prepared gift for the master; I didn't want us to linger too long in the entrance, chilling our meal.

But, at the same time, I longed for the master's touch as early as this morning.

Just being touched by the fingertips of the master caused waves of excitement to surge through my body like stone crashing into water.

My heart had been stirred long ago, and without thinking, an affectionate wetness emerged.

"Wait."

I picked up the bright red Christmas dress from the ground and hung it on the nearby rack.

Then, I followed the master to the dining room.

I wrapped myself tightly in the master's oversized sweater.

It carried the gentle warmth of the master and the rich aroma of the master's body after wearing it all day.

I greedily breathed in the sweet and fragrant air, trying to overshadow the scent of the food on the table.

The master's hands glowed with a faint red light.

She was using a self-cleaning spell, so she didn't need to bother washing her hands!

Just like... there was a time before, when tears of joy were all over my face, but the master could casually dry my hands as if nothing had happened when reporting to the soldiers on the watchtower.

"Tonight's meal is quite abundant."

Didn't the master notice that the food I cooked was terrible?

She paid no attention to the burnt turkey.

She picked up her knife and fork and cut into the turkey, skewering a tender piece of meat into her own bowl.

I hesitated and followed the master, cutting off a piece of meat as well.

Once again, I tasted my own culinary skill, tearing off a small piece of meat and placing it in my mouth, savoring the sweet and rich flavor on my taste buds.

"Mmm..."

Personally, I thought it was pretty good!

But what about the master?

I noticed the small glance the master gave me, and she smiled and said.

"It's alright, next time, if you want to try new dishes, you can experiment and taste more. If you don't have enough money, you can ask me."

"Huh? Okay, okay!"

Waaah, as I suspected, the master criticized me again.

Because I was afraid of wasting ingredients, I didn't do too much experimenting.

I was already useless to begin with, and if I spent too much on learning this or that, burdening the master economically for no reason, I would feel guilty.

We hurriedly finished dinner.

I began to clean up the table.

"Master, you should go take a bath first, I, I'll be there in a moment!"

In a hurry, I couldn't wait to throw myself into the master's arms in the bathtub, and then have close contact!

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

The master sat by the table, crossed her legs, and silently gazed at me.

The burning gaze made me shudder.

"What if you dirty my coat when wiping the table without taking it off?"

"I'm sorry!"

I immediately took off the coat drenched with the scent of the master, reluctant to part with it, and handed it to the master, instantly feeling the chill of the air enveloping my body.

Then I turned around and continued stacking the dishes.

I poured the unfinished food into one plate and would dispose of it in the garbage bin later.

The leftovers from tonight don't need to be saved for tomorrow's meal.

Clang!

Suddenly, a gentle impact came from behind, and I almost flung the plate off the table.

"Master?"

"Didn't I say we should eat together?"

Master grabbed my arm, spun my body around, and my skin came into direct contact with the folds of their skirt.

The pattern of the skirt grazed against my thigh, and in panic, I stared at Master's crimson eyes, which flickered with intense possessiveness.

I couldn't help but become weak, allowing Master to manipulate me.