Reincarnated as a Scholar: But I only write Erotica-Chapter 20: Tastier prospects

Just then, a woman stopped in front of their table, her presence cutting through their conversation. Back on Earth, she would've been considered to be in her 30s or 40s—prime MILF territory.

She wore a simple yet elegant robe, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that suggested experience rather than youthful charisma. Her hair was loosely tied in a ponytail, a few strands falling freely to her pretty face.

"Was the food to your liking, young masters?" she asked, her voice smooth and warm, like honey dripping over a blade.

Ti Xhin straightened up instantly, his scholarly tone shifting back into place as if someone had flipped a switch. "Yes, Sister Ru, as always. Your kitchen never fails to impress."

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Sister Ru smiled, a gentle movement of her lips that softened her features even more. "It's our pleasure to host core disciples like you, Young Master Ti Xhin."

Her gaze shifted, landing on Lin Mao, and she tilted her head slightly. "And who might this young master be?"

Ti Xhin chuckled, leaning back with the same smug grin as before. "He's the same Lin Mao."

Her eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping past her lips. "What? Young Master Lin Mao?" She leaned in closer, studying him like he was a scroll she couldn't quite decipher. "What happened to him? He looks... different."

Lin Mao's lips twitched into a smirk as he caught her staring. Different, huh? He didn't bother responding right away—instead, he let his eyes roam, taking her in with shamelessly.

She wasn't some delicate flower like Chu Ha or a celestial goddess like Jin Lina. No, Sister Ru was something else entirely—ripe, mature, with a presence that rivaled thousand year old aged whiskey.

His gaze traced the curve of her neck, soft and smooth as if it were a butter. The dress clung just right, hinting at her mature curves. Her hands, resting lightly on the table, were slender but strong—the one that had seen both good and bad days.

And those eyes—damn, those eyes. Dark and deep, with a vastness that made him wonder what she would look like if her calm smile were to replaced by one of shyness.

He shifted in his seat, his mind already thinking of a scene straight out of his new erotica career. Sister Ru, the sexy kitchen mistress, serving more than just dumplings to a hungry disciple... He could picture it—her leaning over him, that robe slipping just enough to tease, her voice dropping low as she whispered something about "satisfying all his appetites."

His grin widened, a little too wicked. Oh yeah, he thought, this world's got potential.

"Hey, Sister Ru," he finally said, meeting her gaze. "I might look different, but I'm still me—well, mostly. Lost a few memories, gained a few... appetites." He winked, letting the word free.

Sister Ru blinked, caught off guard by his boldness. She laughed, the sound soft and melodic that only fueled his imagination. "Young Master Lin Mao, you've certainly changed. You used to be so... reserved."

"Reserved?" Ti Xhin snorted, jumping in. "He was a wreck after Jin Lina crushed him. Now he's just a menace with a mouth."

Lin Mao shot him a glare. "Hey, I'm a menace with style, Senior Brother. And Sister Ru here seems to appreciate it—don't you?"

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, giving her his best charming look.

Sister Ru's smile didn't waver, but a faint blush formed on her cheeks. "You're bold, I'll give you that," she said, straightening up with a grace that made his mind wander again. "But I had heard you had fallen into despair, Young Master. This... energy is unexpected."

"Despair's overrated," Lin Mao shrugged, his eyes still locked on her, drinking in every detail. "I'm more into... rediscovery now. Sampling life's finer things."

His gaze flicked down her figure one last time, lingering just long enough to make his point. "And trust me, Sister Ru, I'm liking what I see so far."

Ti Xhin coughed, nearly choking on his tea, while Sister Ru raised an eyebrow. "Careful, Young Master," she said, her tone teasing but sharp. "Some dishes are too hot to handle, even for a core disciple."

"Oh, I'm counting on it," Lin Mao fired back, grinning like a madman.

Sister Ru shook her head, still smiling, and excused herself with a polite bow. "Enjoy your meal, young masters."

She turned to leave, her dress swaying just enough to give Lin Mao one last glimpse of that tantalizing figure .

As she walked away, Ti Xhin smacked Lin Mao on the arm. "What was that? Are you trying to seduce the entire sect now?"

Lin Mao rubbed the spot, laughing. "Just testing the waters, senior brother. Gotta see what this world's got to offer a guy like me."

His eyes lingered on Sister Ru's retreating figure, then flicked back to Jin Lina across the hall. That ember in his chest flared again, but this time, he calmed it down with a vengeance.

Old Lin Mao might've withered for her, he thought, but new Lin Mao's got bigger plans—and tastier prospects.