Alpha Culinary Love

After Yura finished her work, we left the office and headed to the shopping district. The streets were bustling with people, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as we walked.

Yura remained silent as we made our way through the crowds, her expression impassive. I tried to strike up a conversation, but she seemed uninterested in talking.

We entered the first store, and Yura immediately began browsing through the racks of clothes. I followed her lead, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the selection.

"Pick out whatever you like," Yura said suddenly, her tone curt.

I was taken aback by her words, but I quickly recovered and began to look through the clothes. Yura watched me silently, her eyes following my every move.

I selected a few items and made my way to the dressing room to try them on. Yura waited outside, her expression unreadable.

As I tried on the clothes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. Yura was buying me expensive clothes, and I couldn't help but wonder why.

When I emerged from the dressing room, Yura's eyes lit up as she saw me in the new outfit.

"That looks good on you," she said simply, her tone softening slightly.

I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her.

We continued to shop, and Yura bought me more clothes, each item more expensive than the last. I was overwhelmed by her generosity, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more going on.

After we finished shopping for clothes, Yura suggested that we go to an automobile store. I was surprised by her suggestion, but I didn't question it.

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We arrived at the store, and Yura began to browse through the selection of cars. She finally settled on a sleek, black sedan and purchased it without hesitation.

"Here," she said, handing me the keys.

I was speechless, unable to believe that Yura had bought me a car.

"Thank you," I said softly, feeling a lump form in my throat.

Yura simply nodded, her expression unreadable.

As we drove home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Yura. But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that I might regret this in the future.

When we arrived at the mansion, it was already dark. Yura asked the driver to drop off our purchases directly in my room. As we entered the mansion, we were greeted by the servants. I was about to head to my room when Yura took my hand and led me to her office.

Yura called me into her office to discuss the restaurant I owned, asking me how I had acquired it. I had to come up with a lie because I couldn't reveal the existence of the system.

"I found out about the restaurant through a friend," I replied, trying to sound casual.

Yura studied me for a long moment, her gaze piercing.

"A friend, huh? Interesting," she said, her tone inscrutable.

I shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, feeling a bead of sweat forming on my brow.

After what felt like an eternity, Yura broke the silence.

"From now on, you won't need to use a taxi for your trips. That's why I got you a car," she said, her tone matter-of-fact.

I was taken aback by her sudden change of topic, but I nodded in response.

"Thank you," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

Yura's gaze softened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I saw a hint of warmth in her eyes. Then, just as quickly, it was gone.

"And just so you know, I'm aware of everything you do," she said, her voice cold and hard.

I felt a chill run down my spine, and I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

"Understood," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

Yura nodded, her expression unreadable.

"Now, go and prepare dinner for tonight. I expect it to be delivered to my room promptly at seven," she said, dismissing me with a wave of her hand.

I nodded, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of her office.

Back in the kitchen, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled over me. As I began to prepare dinner, my mind kept returning to my conversation with Yura.

For tonight's dinner, I decided to prepare Japchae. It was a traditional Korean dish made with sweet potato noodles, stir-fried vegetables, and thinly sliced beef, all seasoned with a savory soy sauce mixture.

I started by soaking the sweet potato noodles in warm water to soften them. While the noodles soaked, I prepared the vegetables, slicing carrots, onions, bell peppers, and mushrooms into thin strips. I also thinly sliced some beef and marinated it in a mixture of soy sauce, sesame oil, garlic, and sugar.

Once everything was prepared, I stir-fried the vegetables and beef in a hot pan until they were cooked through. Then, I added the softened noodles and tossed everything together with the soy sauce mixture until everything was well combined and heated through.

The aroma of the cooking food filled the kitchen, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I worked. Cooking had always been a passion of mine, and I was determined to impress Yura with my skills.

Finally, the Japchae was ready. I carefully plated the dish and garnished it with toasted sesame seeds and thinly sliced green onions for added flavor and visual appeal.

As the clock struck seven, I made my way to Yura's room with the dinner. I knocked on the door and waited nervously for her to answer.

Yura opened the door, and a wave of strawberry scent greeted me as I stepped into her room. I barely registered the fragrance, my focus on delivering the dinner. As soon as I placed the dish down, I turned to leave, but Yura grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall. I struggled to break free, confusion and panic gripping me until I received a notification from the system informing me that Yura had entered estrus.

My heart raced, and I began to panic. Yura moved closer, her eyes fixed on my neck where the white band concealed my glands. With her finger, she started to remove the band, and I felt myself becoming intoxicated by the strawberry scent that enveloped me.

"Yura, please..." I tried to protest, but my voice came out as a whisper, barely audible.

She ignored my plea, her focus solely on my neck. I knew I had to do something to stop her, to protect myself from the consequences of her actions. Desperate, I mustered all my strength and pushed her away, managing to break free from her grasp.

"What are you doing, Yura?" I asked, my voice shaking with fear and confusion.

Yura's eyes were dark with desire, her breathing heavy. She took a step closer, her gaze fixed on me.

"I need you," she whispered, her voice filled with urgency.

I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I couldn't let her succumb to her instincts, couldn't let her give in to the effects of her estrus.

"I can't do this," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Yura's expression hardened, and for a moment, I feared that I had angered her. But then, her features softened, and she took a step back, running a hand through her hair.

"Get out," she said, her voice cold and distant.

I nodded, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of her room.