"Alright, you added half sauce, no? Let me taste yours. I will prove your point." Fredrinn challenged.

"Fine." Rhea quickly pushed her cup of ramen towards Fredrinn as she folded her hands beneath her perfectly shaped breasts.

They were the size that one couldn’t call small, and neither can one call them huge.

Her eyes were affixed on his face as she looked at him dropping his chopsticks in his own cup and picking HER chopsticks.

Before she could even try to take back her chopsticks or tell him to use his own, Fredrinn had already picked up a couple strands of noodles from her cup.

Like a pro who had been using these for a lifetime, he brought the noodles to his lips and slurped them down.

He dropped back the chopsticks before chewing with a thoughtful expression on his face.

His eyes were closed, like he was seriously comparing the two flavours.

Even Rhea, who wasn’t taking the food argument too seriously leaned closer just to hear his final decree about it.

After all, the cup ramen were HER choice.

And she had also said so confidently that these were better than the cup noodles.

"I mean..." Fredrinn began, opening his eyes to find Rhea staring at him openly as she sat leaning forward.

It was a surprising sight, but he didn’t make a single gesture that would suggest he was judging her actions.

What she was doing was probably subconscious, and it was in his best interest that she kept getting comfortable like this instead of the shy and introverted mess she usually is.

"Yours definitely taste better than mine." He admitted, bringing a wide smile to Rhea’s face as she nodded in agreement.

But clearly, it wasn’t enough to satisfy her hunger for compliments.

"Though, I still think cup noodles are better."

Rhea’s mouth parted, "You aren’t serious."

"I am though," Fredrinn shrugged, "I mean this has such a hassle of draining water, using exact amounts of sauce and what not... cup noodles are simpler."

"No no no." Rhea waved her index finger, clicking her tongue, "We aren’t discussing the preparation or the difficulty you face about literally tilting the cup or adding some sauce.

We are talking about the taste. Tell me the taste."

He smiled brightly in response, enough that Rhea flushed visibly.

But before she could get any embarrassed, Fredrinn distracted her with a killer blow that would definitely grab her attention.

He said... "But I already forgot what cup noodles taste like. I can’t compare like this."

"You’re just pulling my leg at this point. I don’t believe you." Rhea harrumphed, pulling back her cup from his side as she looked at the chopsticks that Fredrinn had just used.

She debated getting up and grabbing a new set, but then sighed and used them anyway, not bothering to walk so much.

She watched Fredrinn chuckle lightly before reluctantly grabbing his cup and eating one strand at a time, visibly disliking the dish.

He wasn’t lying.

Although he could handle the spice easily, it was the awful array of flavours that he couldn’t handle.

They were too overpowering and ruined the balance of the dish.

"You... uhm, you can share mine. Since Jacob said we can get whatever we like, we can get another cup of ramen, or noodles later again... But it’s fine if you don’t want to..."

Fredrinn was surprised to hear her offer.

He didn’t know that there were girls as nice as this woman in front of him.

"Really? Thank you!" He jumped at the opportunity, shoving away the sauce-filled dark mix of noodles.

Rhea chuckled slightly at his antics, before covering her face and coughing. She placed her cup in the centre of the table as the two leaned down to grab some.

The vibe had mellowed down completely between them, and surprisingly, Rhea no longer felt as much on edge as she used to.

She didn’t think she would warm up to someone so easily, but here she was, sharing a fucking cup ramen with a man she never knew before today.

However just as good times come to an end always, a voice chimed in behind Rhea.

It was feminine and sweet, as if the person speaking was intentionally making herself sound very cute and feminine.

Like those v tubers or discord kittens.

And of course, Rhea recognized the voice instantly.

"Oh my, what a lovey dovey scene even after what all happened outside!" the unknown woman cheered, "I didn’t think you had this in you, sis!"

Fredrinn looked up, coming face to face with a wide cleavage and two pumped up melons.

The woman was short enough that even while sitting, Fredrinn’s face was at her boobs.

Dressed in a dark tank top and thigh lengthed shorts, she was obviously up to no good.

But luckily for her, Fredrinn had a lewd system inside of him that would reward him the juicy LPs to do lustful things.

"Andrea." Rhea looked up from the cup, quickly swallowing the noodle before facing her sister.

"Hi sis! Did I interrupt at the wrong time?" Andrea asked cutely.

Rhea blushed slightly and quickly shook her head, "No... I was just sharing my food with Fredrinn because he messed his up."

"Oh really?? Fredrinn, is it? Or Jacob likes to call him Freddy, which do you prefer, mister?" Andrea switched her attention to Fredrinn entirely.

’Should I or should I not?’ Fredrinn looked up, calculations running inside his head.

The system had told him that he could get 3 Voluntary Thralls for himself at his current level, or in more nicer terms, 3 subordinates.

He was clear about his goals that he wouldn’t like a woman like Andrea in one of those slots.

There was no solid argument about it, but he simply had a gut feeling. For his thralls, he would rather have a sweet and nice person like Rhea.

But then again, it was easier said than done.

Rhea looked like she believed in dating to marry and one guy for life kind of stuff, or a hopeless romantic in other words.

It would be much harder for him to convince her than to get Andrea on his side.

[ <LUST> feels irritated after listening to host’s thoughts. ]

’And why is that, my lovely sin?’ Fredrinn asked sarcastically in his mind.

[ <LUST> says: Why not both? ]

Fredrinn blinked, chuckling softly before mustering the most handsome smile that he could muster.

As even after being hundreds of years old, he had learnt enough magic to always appear young and in perfect condition. Always.

"Fredrinn, Freddy..." He shrugged, "I don’t mind either of them if the one speaking is you."