...Just This Once.

"That hot pot is dangerous."

"Isn't that a bit much? Even I admit it's not tasty, but it's not so awful you'd vomit after one bite!"

"The fact that you didn't throw up after eating this means you're a truly hopeless eater even among people with no taste! Even Nureongi would refuse this, you bitch!"

"Why would Nureongi reject it?! He's a dog just like me—like hell he'd reject it!"

"That's something to be proud of, you crazy bitch!"

After eating the awful hot pot and emptying his stomach, he must have been so furious that he had been picking fights with me nonstop ever since he came out of the bathroom.

Even while insisting that I keep my promise, he hugged my luxuriant tail and rubbed his face against it, but I felt like beating his head in with a frying pan over and over.

What a bastard.

It was the first dish I had ever made, so he could at least have praised it a little.

I glared at the bald bastard grinning foolishly while buried in my tail, then resumed the commission work I hadn't finished that morning...