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Cyclone may never know how the person in front of him truly sees him.

From a man's perspective, Cyclone is someone who appears unremarkable on the surface, but will say shocking things like "bed battle".

Indeed, for him, the young man in front of him is definitely a pervert, and the man firmly believes in this.

At the same time, he also feels puzzled.

What could be the reason for this young man to speak so boldly?

Sweat drips down the man's back as he looks at the determined look in the young man's eyes, knowing that these words are not casually spoken.

However, what truly worries the man is not Cyclone himself, but the father standing beside him.

A man ten years older than himself and the former owner of this carpentry shop.

"Oh~"

His father makes a familiar sound, and in that instant, the man knows that something is not right.

Smack!

As if it were a habit, the man bows his head and slaps his own face.

Because he knows that something that leaves him speechless is about to happen.

"In other words, boy, you want a room where you can make love without any concerns?"

"Dad! Don't say it so directly!"

Even though Cyclone's bold statement replaces some important words with more elegant phrasing, his father says it directly. Fortunately, their daughter is not here, otherwise the man really wouldn't know how to respond when asked what it meant.

"You!?"

On the contrary, when the man sees the young man in front of him overwhelmed by his father's momentum and involuntarily taking a step back, he looks at his trembling hands and swallows his saliva, feeling unsettled.

This is also normal because Cyclone's trembling hands are not due to a sense of oppression, but rather shock from hearing the old man's misguided statement.

"You're wrong!!"

"What!?"

As his father becomes excited because of Cyclone's statement, the man doesn't know what to say anymore.

The old man takes a step forward.

"Bed battle, isn't it just making love? What's wrong with that?"

Unlike his father, the man is sweating profusely and only wishes for this conversation to end quickly.

"Wrong!! Completely wrong!!!"

Cyclone points his finger directly at the old man.

"Making love is just an action! Bed battle, on the other hand, is an art!!"

"......"

Speechless, Cyclone once again says something shocking.

"Bed battle is a duel where men and women showcase their fighting skills in bed. It is a heated battle that affects one's life!!"

From another perspective, it truly does affect one's life, but no one wants to criticize Cyclone.

Because the man feels that as soon as he criticizes, he will fall into the trap set by this young man.

"You... you little brat!!"

But the old man takes a step forward and continues listening to Cyclone's words.

"That's right! This is war! It's a competition of fighting skills! And the room I want is a stage that allows these fighting skills to be fully displayed!!"

"What nonsense... Is this guy crazy?"

Finally, the man can no longer bear it.

As the owner of this shop and the head of the family, the man decides to step forward and stop Cyclone from continuing with his nonsense.

However, the old man intercepted himself.

"Young man, your request..."

The old man and Cyclone looked at each other, sparks of unwavering belief ignited between them.

"Fascinating! Can you see it, son? This is the soul of art!"

"Oh!"

The man slipped immediately upon hearing this.

Meanwhile, Cyclone extended his left hand and simultaneously shook hands with the old man.

Both of them gripped each other tightly.

"What a rare talent we have in this little town!" Cyclone exclaimed loudly, and the old man blushed.

"Hmph! Young man, you're not too bad yourself!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha! Young man, I'll take up your offer! Free of charge!"

"Dad!!!!"

"Shut up! Artists don't talk about money!"

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