Chapter 12: Damn She’s OP!

Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Damn She’s OP!

Steam filled the bathroom as a young man with a lean yet athletic physique leaned against the shower wall, his back muscles subtly contracting beneath the heat as water streamed over his body, revealing his defined physique and sharp V-line.

Michael had been standing under the hot water longer than necessary, his eyes closed as he let the heat wash away the last of the day’s tension.

But one thought kept coming back to him.

He was actually going to cook with Seraphine.

Seraphine. The Dean. One of the Seven Stars. A woman who had lived for over a century. Someone most people treated like a god.

Yet now, he was going to see her in her own kitchen, dressed casually. Perhaps in a loose blouse. Hair down. Barefoot. Maybe even no bra—

A small, involuntary shiver ran through him as he shook his head solemnly. ’God, I’ve got to control my horniness!’

He stared blankly at the shower wall for a moment before letting out a long sigh. ’This taking-things-slow shit is going to be fucking difficult, isn’t it?’

He glanced down.

Even soft, he measured a solid six inches. As blood rushed lower, the length climbed past ten, thick enough that his fingers could barely close around it. He stared for a moment, half exasperated.

’I still don’t understand how most women enjoy this without practice.’

His unusual constitution was the only explanation he had. The same body that made ordinary clothes fit differently and drew stares without effort apparently came with other extremes.

He pushed the thought aside and called up the system.

A clean interface unfolded in front of him.

[Status Panel]

Name: Michael Kaiser

Age: 18

Talent: Tier 9 (Upgradeable)

Spirit: 47 / 47

Martial Power: 25

Physique: True Treble Physique (Hidden)

First Physique: True Incubus Body

Spiritual Root: Mortal Tier Mutated Roots [Locked]

Skills: None

Growth Points: 0.0001

Emotion Points: 3,709

...

Heroines:

- Seraphine Voss (Affection: 62)

- Ivy Fox (Affection: 81)

- Rachel (Affection: 93)

...

Traits:

- Affection Mission System

Michael’s eyes ran through the status panel, taking note of each thing—or rather, the lack of most things. However, as his gaze wandered, it landed on a particular section.

"Physique."

He blinked, then read it twice.

"...Huh? I actually have a physique like that?"

A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him.

"That explains a few things."

He dismissed the window and waited until his body calmed before drying off and dressing in a simple white shirt and loose trousers.

By the time he stepped out of the bathroom, he looked composed again.

He didn’t waste much time. The thought of Seraphine changing her mind about cooking—or worse, lecturing him for being late—was enough to get him moving.

However, the living room was strangely quiet.

Michael slowed as he stepped through it, glancing around. There was no sign of Seraphine anywhere. Assuming she was already in the kitchen, he continued down the hall and pushed open the large kitchen door.

Empty.

He blinked. "Dean? Miss Seraphine?"

No answer.

His brow furrowed as he stepped farther inside, his gaze sweeping across the spacious kitchen. Not a single person was there.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in slight annoyance. "If you hate the idea of cooking that much, you could’ve just said so."

Before the grumble could turn into something sharper, he noticed a large sticky note on the refrigerator.

[Gone for a short errand. I’ll be back soon.]

Michael stared at the neat handwriting for several seconds before letting out a quiet breath and running a hand through his still-damp hair.

"Was I too fast with her?"

He looked away, his earlier excitement fading into something quieter. "Guess I was rushing her a little too much after just one day."

He shrugged lightly, as if trying to dismiss the thought. "Whatever. I guess I’ll just show my goodwill and cook something decent so you have food when you get back."

With that, he moved toward the refrigerator and searched through its contents.

The refrigerator turned out to be better stocked than he expected. Behind the frozen packages sat fresh ingredients—vegetables still crisp, good cuts of meat, eggs, and a few herbs that hadn’t wilted.

Michael studied them for a moment, already thinking about what Seraphine might actually enjoy.

He didn’t know her favorite food yet. Hell, he barely knew what she liked at all. But he figured something warm, simple, and well-made was a decent place to start.

He rolled up his sleeves, tied on an apron he found hanging nearby, and got to work.

He moved with quiet efficiency, occasionally pausing to taste what he was making and adjust the seasoning. Oil heated. Aromatics hit the pan, filling the kitchen with a rich, savory scent. Meat seared properly, developing a deep golden crust, while the vegetables kept their color and bite.

Every so often, his thoughts drifted toward Seraphine.

’I wonder if she’ll actually like this.’

He found himself smiling at the thought before shaking his head and returning his attention to the food.

Since he wasn’t used to her kitchen or the technology she used, it took him longer than expected to finish. Still, he refused to rush it. If he was going to leave her something, he wanted it to be something she could actually enjoy.

Eventually, he completed his mission.

He carefully plated two portions, giving hers a little extra attention before covering it to keep the food fresh. After a moment’s hesitation, he wrote her name on a small tag and placed it beside the plate.

Then he stored the rest.

For some reason, seeing her name sitting beside the meal left him feeling strangely satisfied.

"Ultimate househusband material, if I do say so myself."

He smirked like a child who had just won a toy at an amusement park before hanging the apron back up and carrying his plate to the living room.

The moment he entered, he scanned the huge space once more, taking in the comfortable-looking chairs, the standing speakers, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a full view of the domain.

The sun was sinking, painting the floating islands in deep orange and violet while the two moons grew brighter overhead.

Michael set Seraphine’s covered plate on the low table, settled cross-legged on the wide couch, and took a bite of his own food.

"Not bad," he murmured.

He glanced at the untouched plate beside him. "Guess that old hag’s missing out."

After a few more bites, Michael set his plate aside and opened the system again.

He leaned back into the couch. "Hey, System, do you have a feature that lets me see my target’s status panel?"

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—

Ding!

[Target identified.]

[Scanning...]

[Warning: Target’s power exceeds the Host’s current realm by a significant margin.]

Michael’s eyebrow twitched. "Yeah, I figured."

Another chime followed.

[Target status panel generated.]

The translucent screen expanded before him.

[TARGET PANEL]

Name: Seraphine Voss

Realm: Rank 2 (Peak)

Bloodline: None

Michael’s eyes narrowed. ’Peak Rank 2?!’