Chapter 7: He’s built different

Kurumi has been chosen as the winner. The next girl to fill the void left by her selection will be Krul Tepes. As for the fourth girl, the strongest candidate so far is Esdeath.

However, if you want the Queen Vampire to take the spot instead, drop a +1 in the comments under this paragraph. Let's see if Esdeath can hold onto her throne, or if the votes will shift in Krul's favor.

You can also go back to the previous chapter and vote for the girl you want to claim the fourth spot after Kurumi. If no one surpasses Esdeath in the final vote tally, then the fourth girl will be hers.

For reference, here are the current vote standings:

1. Kurumi secured 7 votes.

2. Esdeath holds 4 votes.

3. Arisu Sakayanagi is the next strongest candidate with 3 votes.

The competition is still open, so cast your votes and decide who gets the fourth spot!

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Is this what an anime world looks like?

Even the breakfast scene was ridiculously over-the-top, almost surreal in its presentation.

The sheer vibrancy of the colors made the food look like something straight out of a high-budget cooking anime.

At the center of the spread was a perfectly grilled salmon fillet, its golden-brown skin crisped to perfection, glistening under the soft morning light.

Every inch of it promised succulence, the rich aroma mingling with the delicate fragrance of freshly steamed rice.

Beside it sat an omurice unlike anything from the mundane world.

The deep golden hue of the egg glowed like molten sunlight, its surface silky and smooth.

With the gentlest slice, the custard-like interior oozed over the premium short-grain rice, revealing a hidden core of truffle-infused dashi stock that shimmered as it soaked into every grain.

Then there was the miso soup—not served in a simple lacquer bowl, but in a meticulously crafted artisanal ceramic, its very presence exuding refinement.

The broth was no ordinary blend; it was a harmonious fusion of red and white miso, painstakingly combined with hand-shaved bonito flakes, freshly carved from the prized belly of a bluefin tuna.

The first sip was like a spiritual awakening. Depth, balance, and warmth intertwined into liquid perfection, sending a comforting heat coursing through his body.

At the far side of the table, a small, elegant dish held freshly made natto, its sticky threads stretching as he lifted the chopsticks.

Topped with a raw quail egg and delicately sprinkled with gold-flake-infused soy sauce, it rested beside a bowl of pristine Koshihikari rice.

The grains gleamed like polished pearls, each one distinct and plump, reflecting the light in a way that made them look almost unreal.

Even the pickles—carefully arranged slices of daikon, shiso leaves, and cucumbers—had a striking visual appeal, their vivid hues contrasting beautifully with the rest of the meal.

He lifted his chopsticks with practiced grace, selecting a piece of the salmon. The moment it touched his tongue, he understood—this wasn't just food.

This was art.

Perfection.

The fatty, umami-rich flesh melted effortlessly, its miso and sake lees infusion unfolding layer after layer of deep, intoxicating flavor.

The complexity, the sheer craftsmanship behind each bite, sent shivers of satisfaction through his entire being.

This… this was the kind of meal that could make lesser men drop to their knees and weep.

"How is it, Khan? It should be much better than the food we had in our past lives, isn't it?" Kaguya teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she watched his exaggerated reaction.

His face was flushed red, his expression practically melting in delight.

Just one sip—just a single taste—and he had to bite back a moan.

The sheer explosion of flavor was almost too much to handle, overwhelming his senses in the best way possible.

"It is indeed so," Khan admitted, his voice laced with genuine appreciation. "It seems you've already gotten used to it. That's why you're not reacting as strongly as I am."

Kaguya let out a small laugh, nodding knowingly.

"Yeah, back when I was still a brat, freshly reincarnated into this world, I was exactly like you. I couldn't get enough of it. Luckily, this body doesn't gain weight no matter how much I eat." She sighed dramatically, as if lamenting a past addiction.

"This world is also connected to Shokugeki no Soma, so..." she trailed off with a smirk.

Khan chuckled, finally understanding. "No wonder my reaction feels like someone overdosing on an aphrodisiac."

She laughed at the joke, shaking her head. "The chefs working here may not be from that world, but they're not inferior either. Still, maybe next time, I'll hire a graduate from that anime's elite culinary school and have them serve us."

"Good luck with that, another me," Khan replied with an amused smirk before reaching for the cup of green tea in front of him.

He took a slow sip, savoring the rich taste before leaning back in his chair.

With no more words needed, they continued enjoying their breakfast, undisturbed and completely absorbed in the experience, indulging in the kind of luxury they could never have imagined in their past lives.

When everything was over, they were already satisfied and full, leaning back in their seats as they patted their stomachs in contentment, savoring the lingering satisfaction of the feast.

The maids, ever attentive, wasted no time in clearing away the empty plates, swiftly gathering the used utensils and wiping the table clean with practiced efficiency.

Despite the activity around them, they remained seated for a while longer, taking a moment to catch their breath.

Their stomachs were still heavy with the meal, and rather than rushing into conversation, they allowed themselves a brief pause, letting their bodies digest the food before speaking.

"Now, let's take care of your identity in this world, Khan. But before that, I'll let you borrow Hayasaka—she will take care of you for now. We'll discuss many things later," Kaguya stated, though there was a distinct reluctance in her voice.

She didn't want to part with him—not even for a moment—but business had to come first before pleasure.

That was the order of things, after all. No matter how much she desired to keep him at her side, she had responsibilities to uphold.

With a swift motion, she pulled out her phone and sent a message summoning Hayasaka Ai.

There was no delay—efficiency was ingrained in Hayasaka's very being.

Without making them wait even a second longer than necessary, she arrived.

"Miss, is there something you need me to do?" Hayasaka Ai asked, her expression calm and professional as she stood before her mistress.

Kaguya met her gaze with a firm look. "Yes. For now, I'm entrusting Khan entirely to your care, Hayasaka. But remember—treat him with the same respect you give me. Serve him as you would serve me. Can I trust you with this?"

Her tone was stern, leaving no room for argument.

"Most importantly, do not pry into his background or ask unnecessary questions about our relationship. If he chooses to tell you, that's his decision. If not, don't force him. Can you do this, Hayasaka?"

There was a brief pause—an almost imperceptible hesitation. Hayasaka Ai was a woman of sharp instincts.

She knew better than to ask unnecessary questions, but the fact that her mistress was going to such lengths for this man... it was unsettling. Just what had he done to earn such favor?

However, her doubts were irrelevant. What mattered was that Miss Kaguya had given an order.

"Yes, I understand, Miss," she responded without further hesitation, bowing her head in submission to her mistress's will.

After all, this was Miss Kaguya—the one who had saved her and her mother from the clutches of the youngest Shinomiya son. He had intended to take advantage of them, forcing both mother and daughter into servitude simply because their family had lost the financial war against the Shinomiya conglomerate.

As punishment, they had been reduced to little more than tools for humiliation—prizes to be broken and made to submit.

The Shinomiya family had long coveted Hayasaka's high-tech expertise, especially their hacking skills, which were invaluable in the modern age.

In this era, information was power, and their family was a walking arsenal of it. That alone had ensured their capture rather than their destruction.

But for her father, the situation was unbearable. He was a proud man, and the thought of watching his wife and daughter fall into the hands of the youngest Shinomiya son was too much for him to endure.

His mind spiraled into dark places, imagining the depths of degradation they would suffer under the family's control.

Unable to bear the shame and humiliation that awaited them, he made his decision. He took his own life, unwilling to live in a world where his family was nothing more than playthings for the powerful.

Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—Miss Kaguya had intervened just in time to save them. But by then, it was already too late. Her father was dead.

Hayasaka exhaled, a quiet sigh of lamentation slipping past her lips.

The past was a weight that never fully left her shoulders.

But no matter how much regret or sorrow she carried, there was only one truth that mattered now: she owed her life, her freedom, her very existence to Kaguya Shinomiya.

And if Kaguya had deemed this man worthy of such trust, then Hayasaka Ai would follow her orders without question.

"Good. I have always seen you as a sister, Hayasaka. I have always had great expectations of you." Kaguya grinned, clearly pleased with Hayasaka's obedience and understanding.

A sense of satisfaction radiated from her as she leaned back.

"Anyway, for now, just take him around Tokyo—let him get some fresh air, go outside, or do whatever he likes. After that, don't forget to forge some identification for him and get him officially registered as a teacher in our school."

"Teacher…? Isn't he a bit too young for that, Miss Kaguya?" Hayasaka Ai hesitated for a moment.

The task itself was easy enough, but could he actually handle it?

"He's built different, Hayasaka." Kaguya smirked, her voice carrying an undeniable certainty.

Khan, catching the reference, let out a quiet chuckle but chose not to interrupt their exchange.

"Anyway, just make him a history teacher or an English teacher—whichever works. He can handle it." Kaguya's tone was casual yet commanding as she took a sip of her green tea.

Speaking so much had dried her throat, and she needed something to wash it down.

"Understood, Miss. I will do my best," Hayasaka Ai bowed respectfully.

"Good. I'll leave him in your care, then. Farewell, Hayasaka. It seems I'm almost late for school."

With that, Kaguya departed, leaving them alone at the breakfast table.

An awkward silence lingered in the air before Hayasaka Ai coughed lightly, breaking it. She straightened her posture and addressed him properly.

"Since Miss Kaguya trusts you and holds you in high regard, I shall extend the same respect to you, young master."

"Khan is fine. Let's go, Hayasaka. I want to check out a cinema and see how the entertainment in this world holds up." Khan stood from his seat without hesitation, wasting no time.

Hayasaka Ai, ever dutiful, escorted him to the garage. They approached a sleek, red sports car, and she climbed into the driver's seat, smoothly starting the engine as they prepared to leave.

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Yeah, this story finally hit 15,000 words, which means it's ranking time. This story is already eligible to enter the rankings, but at the same time, I have strict requirements for this one. I'll only update regularly and push out two chapters per day if this story makes it into the rankings.

Right now, I'm averaging 2,000 words per chapter, and with just seven chapters, we've already hit 15,000 words—which means this story has already surpassed the usual webnovel standard. Most stories here barely hit 900 to 1,000 words per chapter, while I'm delivering double that. In other words, what I've written so far is equivalent to pumping out four chapters per day under Webnovel's usual standards.

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