After Vellandelle finished her impromptu performance for the two of them, she intended to grab lunch on the way.
But who would have thought Rosasys would suddenly get a flash of inspiration and decide to buy ingredients to show off her cooking skills to her sister?
After all, it had been so long, and she never really had the chance to cook for her sister.
She had been thinking about it for several days, even learning how to make some sweet dishes, and finally, today was her chance.
The dishes Rosasys chose to make were Turkey Roast, Pizza, and Borscht.
When Kelosha found out Rosasys was going to cook for Vellandelle, she got excited too and bought a bunch of random ingredients, leaving Vellandelle completely baffled as to what Kelosha intended to make.
The result was obvious—a lump of thick, charred meat…
“Of course! Roommate, this is a great supplement!”
Kelosha’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked at Vellandelle, full of anticipation.
Though she didn’t understand cooking much, she believed that mixing so many good things together must be delicious.
Vellandelle glanced at the mysterious lump, then at Rosasys’s perfectly roasted Turkey Roast, and felt the contrast was a bit too much.
She didn’t know whether she should refuse Kelosha’s goodwill…
“Kelosha, I think you should taste your own cooking before serving it to your sister.”
As she spoke, Rosasys set an example by slicing off a piece of turkey, waving it in front of Kelosha, then popping it into her mouth.
Vellandelle understood the meaning behind Rosasys’s actions—it was to prevent her from tasting Kelosha’s creation and, without hurting Kelosha’s feelings, let her give up on her own.
This statement made Kelosha tilt her head.
She didn’t really understand human cooking rules. Was it like this?
She hesitated for a moment, but seeing Vellandelle’s serious expression, she copied Rosasys and cut a piece of the charred meat.
However, as soon as Kelosha put it in her mouth, she froze in place, then shuddered all over.
She moved so quickly that Vellandelle only saw a flash of a big tail.
Kelosha sprinted straight to the trash can and began spitting.
“Peh! Peh! So disgusting!”
“Why does it taste so bad!”
The two watching Kelosha had very different expressions.
Rosasys tried hard not to laugh, while Vellandelle looked incredibly relieved.
After finishing, Kelosha looked up at their gazes and tensed up, embarrassedly picking up the plate.
“Ahem, well, this was my first time cooking, so it’s lacking. Roommate and Friend, don’t eat it.”
Kelosha quickly dumped the food into the trash can.
“Pfft…”
Rosasys couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Kelosha’s face turned red with embarrassment as she glanced nervously at Vellandelle, afraid of seeing disgust in her eyes.
“Why are you embarrassed?”
Vellandelle reached out and patted Kelosha’s head gently.
“Is it because your cooking didn’t taste good?”
“Yeah.”
Kelosha hung her head and nodded.
“It’s normal for the first attempt to not taste great. I understand. Besides, I can feel your goodwill toward me, Kelosha. I really appreciate it.”
Vellandelle gave Kelosha her usual gentle smile, moving to her side to comfort her softly.
“Roommate…”
“You’re too kind!”
Kelosha threw herself into Vellandelle’s arms, hugging her tightly around the waist.
Vellandelle was so good to her, she absolutely couldn’t let her down—she had to repay her in the future.
However, what Kelosha didn’t know was that, despite Vellandelle’s calm demeanor, she was actually relieved she hadn’t had to eat Kelosha’s food.
“Hmph, idiot.”
Rosasys shot Kelosha a disgruntled look.
This girl, every time she acts spoiled with Sister, Sister indulges her.
Is it because she’s so dumb?
Yes, this must be what Grandmother meant by The Fool’s Luck.
“Don’t waste any more time, Kelosha, let Sister sit down and let’s eat.”
“Fine, fine.”
Reluctantly, Kelosha let go, and the three sat down together for lunch.
Although Rosasys’s cooking couldn’t compare to the feasts of the Demon Queen’s Court, it was still delicious, and it was clear she cooked often.
“Sister, you did a great job. Thank you for your effort.”
Tasting the food, Vellandelle couldn’t help but praise her.
Each dish carried a faint sweetness, showing Rosasys’s thoughtfulness.
“It wasn’t hard.”
Rosasys blushed.
After all, she had done it all for her sister.
Seeing her happy made her satisfied.
“Delicious. For today’s lunch, I’ll admit defeat.”
Hearing the muttering beside her and the sound of a turkey leg being devoured, Rosasys was left speechless.
She had forgotten that Kelosha, the glutton, was there too.
Thinking this, Rosasys glared at Kelosha, then at Vellandelle, trying to hint at her to eat less and let Vellandelle have more.
But clearly, she overestimated Kelosha’s intelligence.
How could she understand such a subtle hint?
“Friend, why are you looking at me like that?”
Kelosha continued chewing on the turkey leg, then spoke.
“I’m honestly complimenting you. If you don’t believe me, I’ll eat more!”
To prove her point, Kelosha immediately tore into the turkey, eating it in big bites.
Rosasys saw that even Vellandelle wasn’t getting any and started cutting pizza for Kelosha, her anger making her clench her fists.
This dumb dog, this was supposed to be for Sister!
***
Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a golden mist across the room.
On the soft bed, Vellandelle was sandwiched tightly between the two.
Rosasys hugged her left arm, fingers interlocked, while Kelosha on the right wrapped an arm around her waist, a leg draped over her.
“Huu…”
Vellandelle opened her eyes, instinctively rubbing them with her right hand.
“Mm?”
She looked at the two beside her and sighed helplessly.
Before her nap, they’d both lain obediently on either side, but now they’d snuggled up to her again.
“Little ones, time to get up.”
Vellandelle whispered in each of their ears.
Although they might not actually be younger than her, to Vellandelle, they really were like children.
“Unn…”
Kelosha, disturbed, only hugged her tighter, while Rosasys pressed her face into Vellandelle’s palm in protest, even sticking out her tongue to lick her fingers.
“Licking fingers isn’t a good habit.”
Vellandelle tried to pull her hand away, but Rosasys caught her slender finger in her mouth.
When she tried to free herself, the finger was swirling inside Rosasys’s mouth.
Feeling her tongue and the blush spreading on her face, Vellandelle immediately realized—this brat was doing it on purpose!
“So, pretending to be asleep?”
At Vellandelle’s words, Rosasys finally opened her eyes, looking dazed and confused.
Noticing she was sucking on Vellandelle’s finger, she hurriedly spat it out, crystal saliva clinging to the pink skin.
A thread of drool stretched between them.
“Sister? What’s going on?”
“Still pretending? Want me to kick you out of bed?”
“Ah, no, no, Sister, I’m sorry! I still want to snuggle you, don’t kick me off.”
Rosasys put on a pitiful face.
“Wipe your drool already!”
Vellandelle grabbed a tissue from the bedside and handed it over with an exasperated look.
“Sorry, Sister.”
Rosasys quickly wiped both her mouth and Vellandelle’s finger.
“It’s fine, just remember not to lick fingers anymore. It’s not hygienic!”
Vellandelle scolded seriously, and Rosasys nodded.
“Mm, I understand.”
However, inside, Rosasys was bursting with excitement.
Sister’s taste…so sweet…
She wanted to lick more.
If her fingers tasted this good, how sweet would her soft lips be?
Or even…
No, no, how could I think such perverted thoughts!
Realizing where her mind was going, Rosasys’s face turned bright red.
Vellandelle assumed Rosasys was feeling ashamed of her actions, and nodded in satisfaction.
Such a good little sister, quick to admit her mistakes.
“Good girl. Keep behaving, okay?”
At this, Vellandelle couldn’t help thinking of Seleste.
What a good girl her sister was—how could she be tormented by a scumbag like Seleste in the game?
“By the way, little sister. In daily life, be careful around bad women, especially someone called Seleste. She…”
Rosasys gazed up at Vellandelle, blinking.
She wasn’t really listening to Sister’s words, just admiring how cute her little mouth looked when she spoke, and wanting to kiss it.
But why was Sister mentioning another woman while talking to her?
It made her uncomfortable.
She wanted to bite down hard on Sister’s lips.