50 Chapter 50: Getting Closer

"By the way, I have a fever... like a major fever right now. Can you like.. not be yourself for a bit? Cause this is seriously stressing me out I-" She then pushes me into a corner, placing her arms on the wall, pinning me down with my back against it. "You know.. pleasure is the best medicine." She whispered into my ear.

I squinted my eyes, shoving her off of me. "If this is some lame attempt to flatter me, then it didn't work. Also, IT'S LAUGHTER, not pleasure. Don't go twisting phrases into your own personal perverse desire."

She giggled, giving me an amused look. "Aww.. come on, you don't have to resist me. You know you want it. I mean all men do."

"You mean men with low standards?" I came up with a comeback, directly hitting her ego.

"Ugh! Fine! You're so mean." She tantrums like a little child. "Anyways, you should probably eat something. So you can sleep."

"And why are you doing this exactly?" I raised my eyebrow at the offer. "Just by how things are going. I am a bit reluctant to eat anything you give me. What if you put something in that food and then take advantage of me when I'm blacked out."

"Ooh... that's quite the imagination. So you're into being dominated, are you?" She giggled, making clench my jaw in irritation. THIS GIRL HAS NO SHAME WHATSOEVER. "Aww.. look at that cute little angry face. Anyways let's go ahead and eat! You must be hungry right?" She walks nonchalantly leading me to the kitchen where food is prepared very neatly. This looks like a typical Japanese lunch set. It almost seems so nice but this suspicious...

"Come on, sit down! Try a bite of my cooking!" She pulls open a seat while giving me an innocent-looking smile. JUST LOOKING AT THIS WHOLE THING SCREAMS SKETCHY.

"Like hell, I'm eating your weird food. I don't exactly trust you." I refused to take a seat at the table. Giving her a look of skepticism.

"Oh... I honestly just cooked for you since you made me that wonderful breakfast. So I just thought to pay you back that's all. Also, as for your comment, I don't really do it with people who are intoxicated or unconscious. I may be promiscuous but I'm not that bad to do it without consent! What do you think of me!" She huffed and puffed a little, putting her hand over her mouth to mask her giggles.

"Right... so you expect me to just take your word for this? When you are legit the most perverse and ridiculous person I met."

"So does that mean I'm one of a kind?" She winked at me. "That's such a nice compliment you know!" SHE TOTALLY MISUNDERSTOOD THIS ON PURPOSE! UGH whatever, I might just have to accept this. I am getting quite hungry after all.

"Fine. I'm going to eat this. Please just don't do anything weird got it?" I sucked it up and sat down on the chair, keeping a distance of her.

"Geez. What made you think I'm that kind of person. I would never spike someone's food for my personal taste. I would never use some sort of drug to immobilize a person. That would make me a criminal and that ain't cute!"

"Right....." I sarcastically agreed with her statement.

"Well not too often!" She giggled. SO SHE DOES DO THAT. THAT WENCH IS SERIOUSLY GETTING ON MY NERVES. "Anyways come now! Take a bite of my food! I hope you'll love it! It's some chicken stew."

Looking at the dish, it was full of leafy greens and onions, the soup was a light and a see through yellow. The smell of it was just like ginger. It honestly doesn't look too bad.

"What do you think about the food?" She asked me with a little smile on her face.

"It doesn't look dangerous. I would give it a taste, I suppose." I responded to her, I'm giving it a try but I'm not going to fully trust this. "What even is this dish?"

"Oh, that's Tinola. I remember my Filipino grandmother cooking me some of it. It's cooked with chicken, wedges of green papaya, and leaves of the siling labuyo chili pepper in a broth flavored with ginger, onions, and fish sauce."

"Hm? A dish from your home country? So you're from the Philippines?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I suppose you can say that. I spent some of my time in the Philippines but only my father's side is the Filipinos." She talked more about her race, being open about it. Honestly, it's the most NORMAL THING we've talked about. She was always going on and on about indecent things. It's refreshing to see this.

"I really liked this dish so I decided to serve you some. Since you haven't tasted it." She muttered out, blushing all of a sudden.

Hm.. well this is the first time I've seen her this flustered. Perhaps talking about herself just gets her embarrassed and such? I'll definitely keep that in mind. Anyways without further ado. I took a spoon to get a taste of the broth. I blew on the spoon to make it cooler and decided to drink it.

The taste.. it was salty and almost spicy. Almost like ginger actually. It gives the throat some sort of relaxing and yet itchy sensation. It's.. actually pretty delicious. She made a good dish! Totally unexpected of her!

"So.. do.. you like it?" She waited for my answer. Giving me puppy dog eyes as she waited patiently for my opinion.

"It's actually pretty delicious! I love the taste of this. You should teach me sometimes. I would love to cook these dishes. Anyways, I am guessing, this is paired with rice right since you've cooked some for me." I looked on the kitchen again to see the rice cooker with rice.

"Yes. So go ahead and keep eating and eating! You'll get more of the aphrodisiac that way!" She blurted out in an innocent and childlike manner.

Wha... wait... ap.. aphrodisiac?!