Iris Ojou-sama | Lu Feng Loves Large Chests

When Lu Feng materialized in his room, he couldn't even spare a moment to admire the lavish surroundings, Instead, he collapsed onto the floor, his hands trembling.

Moments earlier, in the hall, after finalizing the payment for the room, Lu Feng had intended to ask Miss Xinyue a few questions about the city. However, in the next instant, his perception spiraled into chaos, and a sense of being stalked by a predator gripped Lu Feng's heart.

Try as he might, he couldn't pinpoint the source of the threat. He was certain it wasn't emanating from the elegant Miss Xinyue; Rather, it felt as though danger lurked all around him, observing and waiting.

Aware that his perception being only at a modest Core level, was what caused the heightened sense of danger.

Despite knowing that routine guest monitoring likely accounted for the feeling, the persistence of danger induced by his perception skill couldn't be overwritten by logic.

After a few minutes, Lu Feng finally regained his composure. Rising from the floor, he surveyed the spacious, luxurious room.

The embarrassing episode of his legs nearly turning into jelly over a trivial matter left him disinclined to appreciate his lavish accommodations.

Approaching the bed, Lu Feng removed his shoes and reclined onto the sumptuously soft mattress, finding solace in its embrace. After gazing at the ceiling for a spell, he couldn't help but chuckle at his own expense.

Memories flooded back of the countless awkward situations induced by the system's skills. Unbidden, recollections of his initial life and encounters with Iris, the yandere AI, drifted into his thoughts.

A smile graced Lu Feng's lips. 'Huh... I do miss her company...'

Just as he found himself reminiscing about Iris, a familiar laugh resounded in his mind like thunder.

OHHHHHHH-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

"Oh Lu Feng, ah Lu Feng, guess you miss Iris Chan too much. This is the third time you've thought about me. I always knew you were a masochist..."

Lu Feng's face twitched.

"Anyway, the reason I'm here is I previously forgot to unlock the Creation tab I was always teasing you about. I was way too busy organizing the loot—I mean legitimate merchandise—and forgot about it. Sorry."

tehe

'Tehe, indeed. Stupid Iris.' Lu Feng cursed.

"Like I always teased, the Creation feature is beyond your imagination. Use it well, and the sky is the limit. Alright, this is the last message I recorded before I left.

"Next time you do those unspeakable things to yourself, you can think about me like you did that one time. Unfortunately, I won't be there to tease you. Bye!"

Before Lu Feng could process the shameful sentences he heard, the voice of the dearly departed Iris faded with one last laugh.

OHHHHHHH-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

As Lu Feng came to his senses, he cursed out loud, "Hmph, absolutely shameless."

He quickly buried the dark memory trying to resurface. Such moments must neither be spoken of nor remembered, or else there wouldn't be enough sand in the world to bury his head in.

With a deep breath, he regained his calm, his face stoic with nary a tinge of shame.

'The system space should have also been unlocked by now... They're both very important... I'll explore them tomorrow with a fresh mind... I'm hungry, I should go eat something.'

The moment Lu Feng thought of food, his stomach began to growl. He decided to take a bath and head to one of the restaurants he saw while exploring the city.

Although cultivators don't need to worry too much about filth and dirt unless they're breaking through and expelling toxins, Lu Feng, being a mysophobe, has a compulsion to bathe whenever he can.

After transmigrating and having no choice but to roll in the mud, wrestle with people for treasures, and do other nasty things, his compulsion for cleanliness has been thoroughly suppressed, though he would never miss the opportunity for a nice bath.

Although it wasn't exactly soap in the modern sense, the soap nut and herbal extract concoction, together with the warm water and a washcloth, is as good as it gets for a cultivation world. After washing his hair and scrubbing his body clean, Lu Feng got out of the bath and began to dry himself with a towel.

Testing another vial of the perfumes in his ring, Lu Feng thought it was a bit too floral and decided to apply the amber-colored musky fragrance he used the day before. The host of the body did a good job of keeping his hair short, which was also how Lu Feng preferred it.

Standing in front of the giant mirror in the bathroom, Lu Feng grabbed the jade comb he found in his ring; He neatly parted his hair to one side and finessed it until he was satisfied.

Observing himself in the mirror, Lu Feng was content with his looks. 'Even though he isn't the most good-looking guy I've seen today, he does have a manly charm with his broad shoulders and chiseled face, and he is pretty tall to boot... Hmm, not too shabby.'

He was also thankful for not having excess facial and body hair, saving himself the trouble. Donning his grey-white robes and matching shoes, Lu Feng held the room token. With a simple thought of leaving the room, it was activated, and Lu Feng reappeared in the reception hall.

Looking around for a minute, he couldn't find Miss Xinyue among the staff. He didn't bother asking for her and left the Golden Inn.

***

It was evening when Lu Feng exited the Golden Inn. The streets, shops, and various establishments were illuminated by spirit stone lamps.

At the heart of the inner city, the Golden Inn was particularly vibrant, with nearby establishments brightly lit, their colorful signs contrasting against the dark skies.

After walking for a few minutes, Lu Feng arrived in front of the Jade Pavilion, evidently a must-visit restaurant for any self-respecting young master.

While exploring the city, Lu Feng had inquired of a leisurely city guard about the notable scenes in Brightmoon City. Sensing Lu Feng to be a young master visiting for the first time, the guard had listed all the must-visit spots.

As Lu Feng stepped into the Jade Pavilion, a young woman, dressed in attire that left little to the imagination, latched onto his arm, her flesh pressing against him.

"Young master, come, let me settle you in," she purred, leading him through the bustling restaurant without waiting for his response. Glancing around, Lu Feng nodded in approval; this was indeed a must-visit spot.

'Jade Pavilion... With its alluring hostesses, it lives up to its name,' he thought. 'Truly a paradise for young masters.'

Ascending a flight of stairs, they entered a small private cubicle. With persuasive charm, the woman tried to convince Lu Feng to allow her to entertain him.

Unmoved, Lu Feng generously tipped the woman and asked her to leave. The waiter, who had been waiting outside, entered the cubicle.

"Young master sure is morally upright and dignified; please accept my bow..."

'Yeah, if she was bit well-endowed, I might have considered her company.'

Lu Feng, being a man of focus, commitment, sheer will, and a preference for large chests, had been consistently disappointed since his transmigration from Earth.

Unlike the depictions on the covers of web novels and manga, the young missies and women of Huaxia didn't boast ample cleavage; Instead, they had a slender, petite figure.

In Lu Feng's view, these things were no different than mosquito bites on a flat ribcage.

Needless to say, the slender woman, lacking in the chest department, failed to ignite Lu Feng's passion.

After a respectful bow, the waiter inquired, "...What would you like to have, young master?"

Lu Feng ordered an array of dishes and several varieties of their finest wine.

Within 10 minutes, the server wheeled in a cart laden with dishes. Setting a glass and three jugs of wine on the table, he meticulously described each dish and its preparation method, though with plenty of exaggeration.

Lu Feng settled the bill in advance, totaling 80 spirit crystals. Adding a gratuity of 20 spirit crystals, he deposited 100 spirit crystals into the cash register—ahem—jade box.

The waiter profusely thanked Lu Feng, and after assuring him he wouldn't be disturbed, closed the door and left the cubicle.

Looking at the assortment of dishes in front of him made Lu Feng's stomach growl. Not wanting to wait any further, he began his feast. Seeing as he was alone, he set aside his table manners and began to pig out on the food.

The succulent duck braised with rare herbs was beyond tasty; as soon as he finished the serving, a warm feeling enveloped him, spurring the spiritual energy in his body.

'No wonder they're so expensive!'

Lu Feng was not one for consuming food for its nourishing effects; Without waiting for the spiritual energy to be properly absorbed, he started eating the roasted 'wild boar.'

Lu Feng retorted in his heart as he remembered the waiter describing the dish. 'Wild boar, like I'd believe that... And it's the most ordered dish too— With such a huge population in the city, it's already a miracle they didn't cut down the entire forest for firewood.'

'I only managed to find a single wild boar in 7 days. It'd be good enough if these were reared pigs and not dog meat... Nevertheless, it's quite tasty!'

10 minutes later, as the hungry growls were fully satisfied, Lu Feng slowed down. Smelling the three jars of wine, he couldn't help but mutter, "Good wine!"

After gulping down an entire jar, Lu Feng decided to take a break for 2 minutes before starting to chomp again.

As he was no longer in the feast-or-die mode, he focused on the soothing zither music. Listening for a minute, it felt like a warm hug comforting his soul.

'Zither Cultivator, pretty powerful one too...'

No longer paying attention to the zither music, he chomped down the rest of the food, chasing the food with wine in between bites.

After wiping his hands with the hand towel provided, Lu Feng got up, adjusted his robes, and walked out of the cubicle.

As he was leaving, the waiter called on him.

"Young master, there's an event about to start— Would you like to try your luck?"

With a curious look, Lu Feng asked, "What kind of event?"

"Treasure gambling."

Lu Feng let out a chuckle, 'That's exactly my forte, but what treasure have I not seen...

'As much as it would be awesome to slap faces and rip off everyone, I'm not in the mood to listen to the ramblings of some stupid young master...'

Seeing as the young master in front was in a daze, the waiter prompted, "Young master, would you like to attend?"

With a smile, Lu Feng replied, "It's ok— Treasure gambling is not for me. Farewell."

After leisurely walking out of the restaurant, Lu Feng let out a loud burp.

After a brief stroll, Lu Feng found himself before a small shop that had caught his attention during his earlier exploration of the city in the afternoon.

"Honeysuckle Odd Jobs & Consultancy."

'It's closed... They named it honeysuckle, yet it's closed in the evening... Guess I'll visit later.' Lu Feng headed back toward his hotel, the Golden Inn.

After a 20-minute walk, Lu Feng arrived at his hotel. Walking straight to the array in the center of the hall— He was transported to his room.

The substantial walk helped compact the food, and Lu Feng no longer felt bloated. Kicking his shoes to the side, he jumped onto the bed and drew up the quilted blanket. The warm and cozy bed instantly put him to sleep.

***