Sylvia Snow lay sprawled across the table, her big eyes glaring at Shawn Young, who was hunched over, wolfing down a bowl of noodles. In front of him, seven or eight empty bowls were already stacked high. Sylvia realized that her monthly food intake was only a fraction of what this maniac could eat in one sitting!
"Oh my god! Are you—are you full yet? How do you even live like this? Who could possibly afford to feed you!" Sylvia exclaimed in disbelief as Shawn polished off another bowl of noodles like a whirlwind.
"I—I still feel a bit hungry. Could you maybe make me some more? Beating up those punks earlier really took it out of me," Shawn mumbled, sounding a little embarrassed.
"Ah!! You—fine! Just wait, I'll go cook for you!" Sylvia stormed off to the kitchen, feeling like tonight’s noodle-making session was the hardest she’d ever endured. If Shawn didn’t keep mentioning how he’d fought off those punks, she would’ve quit already—when had Miss Sylvia Snow ever had to serve anyone?
Sylvia emerged from the kitchen, her face shiny with grease, carrying a huge pot of noodles and setting it in front of Shawn. "Eat up! Careful, it's hot!" She’d thrown every last packet of noodles into the pot.
Shawn’s eyes lit up. "Hehe, thanks!! I won’t hold back, then."
"No one asked you to hold back! Heh, I want to see if you can really finish that whole pot. Don’t waste it! I worked hard making it," Sylvia said with a laugh, genuinely curious to see the spectacle.
"Hehe—don’t worry! I won’t waste a bite!" Shawn replied, already diving headfirst into the pot.
In less than ten minutes, Shawn lifted the pot, drained the last mouthful of noodle soup, licked his lips, and finally let out a satisfied sigh. One hand holding the empty pot, the other rubbing his belly, he said, "Ah! Now I’m finally feeling a bit full!"
"Only a bit full? Do you even realize you just ate all the noodles I had for last year and this year combined, and you’re only 'a bit full'? I swear, you’re a—noodle monster!!" Sylvia stood up, nearly losing her cool.
"Uh—don't get so worked up! I have no idea why I suddenly got such an appetite! Maybe my powers just leveled up—yeah, I can totally feel the qi swirling inside me, like I'm about to break through! Looks like your noodles really did the trick!" Shawn noticed Sylvia was super interested in his martial arts, so he kept up his 'master' act.
"Really? My noodles are that powerful?" Sylvia, who knew nothing about martial arts, instantly bought Shawn's nonsense without question.
"Of course!" Shawn replied, not even blinking—his lying skills were seriously leveling up.
"Wow—can you show me a move? Please, Master! Big hero!" Sylvia cozied up to Shawn, hugging his arm and playfully begging.
"Uh—uh—this—" Shawn hadn't expected her request and instantly worried he'd blow his cover.
"Pretty please! Master! Show me your skills, let this little lady see what you've got! Then I can brag that my boyfriend is a martial arts badass! Hehe!" Sylvia didn't even notice her slip-up, still shaking Shawn's arm and begging.
"Boy—boyfriend?! This, this—" Shawn turned his head, and his eyes landed right on Sylvia's chest, where her 'assets' bounced around like two big white rabbits chasing each other—
"Holy crap! That's intense!" Shawn froze, a rush of heat shooting straight to his lower belly. Overstimulated, his hand shook, and the pot he was holding dropped right onto his crotch, making his 'little buddy' ache.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Sylvia, oblivious to her low neckline, leaned in with concern, reaching out to help Shawn pick up the pot.
Shawn panicked, realizing his 'rocket launch pad' was standing at full attention. If Sylvia moved the pot, she'd definitely spot his embarrassing situation—no way could he let that happen!
So Shawn quickly squeezed his legs together to hide his 'big weapon,' grabbed the pot's handle, and said in a deep voice, "Alright! Since you're so eager, I can't be stingy! I'll show you a move—Twist the Iron Pot!"
With that, Shawn focused all that weird energy into his arms, gripped both sides of the heavy iron pot, and twisted with all his might—"Creak—pop!!"
A surge of power shot through Shawn's arms, and he twisted the iron pot into a mangled pretzel shape!
"Wow, wow, wow! That's amazing! So freaky! Master, big hero, I totally love you!" Sylvia's eyes sparkled with excitement as she hugged Shawn's neck and planted a big kiss on his cheek.
"Uh—oh my god! Holy—!! I need to fly even higher!!" Shawn looked down and saw her impossible cleavage, way too close, like the Great Rift Valley of East Africa—his ultimate dream destination—
Sylvia realized she'd gotten a bit too excited, but soon noticed Shawn was way more worked up—he was staring at her chest like he wished his eyes were laser beams to cut right through her shirt—
"Does it look good?" Sylvia suddenly asked.
"It looks amazing!" Shawn replied instinctively, still the obedient good student at heart.
"Go to hell!!" Sylvia snapped, face bright red, and dashed into her room, slamming the door, leaving Shawn standing there awkwardly, cheeks burning, totally clueless what to do next.
Shawn felt the awkward vibes were way too much for him, so he tiptoed to Sylvia's door and said softly through it, "Miss Sylvia, sorry to bother you. N-nothing's wrong, I think I'll head out now."
Hearing no response, Shawn sighed, smacked his own forehead, and muttered, "Damn, why do I keep staring at her? Now any good impression is totally gone. So lame!" He shook his head, about to leave.
Just as he turned to go, "clatter," Sylvia's door opened. She stepped out, hugging a bundle of clothes, and said, "Don't go, I have something I want to talk to you about."