Li Zihan generally didn't smoke, and when it came to alcohol, he, like a certain person who would get aroused by his opponents, only indulged in light sips.
But right now, he inexplicably wanted a cigarette.
The young man, naked from the waist up, sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the girl beside him—her beautiful, long hair slightly disheveled, and her pale, delicate back.
The girl, whose face still held a lingering flush, was fast asleep.
It was clear she was exhausted.
Her lover's fingers traced from her hair down her slender shoulder, along her delicate waist, and across her shapely buttocks—which were quite curvesome compared to her petite frame—yet she didn't stir.
She was truly spent.
The incredibly energetic young man withdrew his hand and gently pulled the blanket over his lover.
He recalled the girl's soft, husky whimpers the night before, sounding like a cat in heat, and the low moans that were music to a man's ears, and his expression was profoundly satisfied.
After being chased and pummeled by Project Bunny through half the temple, he had chosen to sneak into Bronya's room late at night.
Initially, Li Zihan had tried to solve the problem by using phrases like, "This is for the happiness of everyone."
But Bronya wasn't Ana, who would overly accommodate her lover, nor was she Mei, who would compromise and forgive her lover for the sake of other people's happiness.
"If it's Boss, you would definitely be able to find a better solution if you actually tried," the girl had said flatly, knowing full well that the Boss rarely took anything seriously.
Verbal persuasion had failed, so naturally, the next step was to—cough, cough—continue the persuasion.
In the beginning, Bronya's attitude could be summarized as, "Dream on if you think I'll agree to you flirting around."
After being pinned to the bed and thoroughly serviced for a period of time, and when her legs were so weak she couldn't muster any strength, her attitude shifted slightly.
"Aren't Bronya, Seele, and the girls Boss previously hooked up with enough?"
After that, the battlefield naturally shifted.
For example, to the table, by the window, near the main door, in front of the mirror...
"B—oss, if you... ugh, keep this up, Seele... ugh will be very disappointed... ugh—!!"
After being completely filled, the girl named Bronya pleaded for mercy and stuttered out those words.
She had, for all intents and purposes, been persuaded.
The young man, who had also suffered Sirin's cold glares for flirting back in the day, recalled his past experiences, a small smile playing on his lips.
Sirin usually lost her temper after being banged for several days in a row, and eventually, she would even volunteer to drag Ana in to help share the burden.
The method was always the same: as long as he kept up the intensity for a few nights, he would wear Bronya's temper down.
Once that was done, if he "persuaded in bed" Seele right in front of Bronya, then Bronya—who had rejected his promiscuity under the rationale that "Boss, if you keep this up, Seele will be disappointed"—would have no recourse left.
Of course, even if she did, it wouldn't matter.
For Li Zihan, who possessed most of the boss skills from the Araki Mansion, if he encountered an emergency, he could easily activate Innate Time Control: Bites the Dust and just bang Bronya until she was too exhausted to carry out any "sassy operations" (rebellion).
And afterward, he could naturally just drag both Bronya and Seele onto the bed together.
A guaranteed win.
The young man, who was so thoroughly scummy that only the dregs of filth remained, smiled faintly.
He felt that the current atmosphere wasn't quite right without a cigarette.
After all...
A cigarette afterwards surpasses a living immortal.
Hmm, maybe he should also go find Gil Jiao Yulu for a bottle of divine liquor to celebrate.
He felt a rare desire for a drink.
The man, whose mastery of the Scum Path was likely on par with Otto's mastery of the Simp Path, began to consider the problem of breakfast.
This wasn't the Honkai World or the God-Slayer World anymore. He didn't have the buffs of the Director of Chaldeas or the King of the Far East, and he had few servants nearby.
Well, he couldn't say none.
Ishtar was a money-grubber; if he offered her gems, getting her to moonlight as a chef would be no problem at all.
However, her cooking skills were questionable.
And besides—
Making a love breakfast was a great way to boost favorability, wasn't it?
The young man thought that making a hearty breakfast would benefit both his relationship with Kiana (by boosting her favorability) and Bronya (by appeasing her).
So, he decided to put in a little effort.
He naturally began recalling the memories of the master chefs he had stolen from.
Bronya was Russian. Russian winters are cold and long, so their breakfast is generally casual and uncomplicated.
Kiana, being born in Germany, was a little pickier.
While different countries have different dietary habits, the saying "the morning is the start of the day" still holds. Although Germany lacked Shenzhou's clear porridge, steamed buns, and pancakes, they still valued breakfast.
However, due to some German dietary habits, such as "cold meals in the morning and evening" and a focus on meat, many Germans only eat hot dishes at noon. Breakfast, aside from porridge, rarely involves steaming hot items.
Common German breakfast items include dairy products like cheese and yogurt; sweet spreads for bread, like jam and honey; mixed cereal; and side dishes to accompany bread, such as ham and sausage.
Beverages usually included coffee and milk, and perhaps fresh-squeezed orange juice if conditions allowed.
It was complicated, but overall seemed quite simple, making it difficult to demonstrate sincerity.
The man, who possessed the skills of many master chefs, compared the options and came up with a plan.
He could appropriately incorporate the last stubbornness of Great Britain—the standard-bearer of European breakfast: the Great British Breakfast.
With that thought, the young man naturally walked into the kitchen, retrieved ingredients from his Spatial Pouch, and got to work.
Soon, the aroma of delicious food permeated the air.
Whether by natural or unnatural means, a fresh breeze blew through the kitchen and into the corridor where the living quarters were located.
Smells so good.
The white-haired girl, who was in the middle of washing up, inhaled the scent drifting through the air, her cute, small nose twitching slightly.
She looked exactly like a hungry little puppy.
Is someone making breakfast?
Due to her family's genetics, the white-haired girl got hungry faster than the average person. She couldn't help but push open her door and walk toward the source of the aroma.
And then—
The young man's cheerful voice reached her ears.
"Good morning, Kiana."
The young man who had confessed to her yesterday emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray filled with a blend of German and English breakfast items.
"Care for some love breakfast?"