Reincarnated as a Scholar: But I only write Erotica-Chapter 21: Iron cook

Ti Xhin sighed, setting his teacup down. "Be careful, Junior Brother. Sister Ru doesn't play games. They call her the Iron Cook for a reason—she's been here twenty years, and no one's managed to woo or seduce her. Not a single soul."

Lin Mao's grin stretched wider as he leaned back in his chair. "What? Twenty years? Damn, that's a fortress begging to be conquered. I think I should break that streak."

Ti Xhin burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the hall and drawing a few curious glances. "Well, you're free to try, Junior Brother. Just don't come crying to me when she smacks you down with a tray—or worse."

He shook his head, still chuckling. "You've got guts, I'll give you that."

Lin Mao shrugged, popping one last dumpling into his mouth with a smug face. "Guts and charm, Senior Brother. Watch me work my magic."

He chewed thoughtfully, his mind already working with half-baked plans. Iron Cook, huh? he thought. Sounds like a challenge worth tasting.

With the meal finished, the two engaged in a playful banter, the tension of Jin Lina's rejection and Sister Ru's allure fading into the background. Eventually, they parted ways, retreating to their respective rooms in the towering Sky Moon Pavilion.

Ti Xhin gave him a final impressed wave. "Good luck, you fool." Then he disappeared down the hall.

Lin Mao groaned inwardly as he climbed the endless amount of stairs. Every step felt like punishment and by the time he reached his room, exhaustion was weighing down on him like a mountain.

He slid the door open, kicked off his shoes, and didn't even bother with the fancy scholar vibes of the place. The bed—low to the floor, simple but soft—called to him like a mating call.

He fell onto it face-first. "Man, what a day," he muttered. The bus crash, the transmigration, Jin Lina's rejection haunting his soul, Chu Ha's accidental ambush, and now Sister Ru's iron-clad allure. It was a lot for a guy who had just wanted dumplings back on Earth.

He rolled onto his back, staring at the wooden ceiling. "This world's gonna kill me... or make me a legend. Maybe both."

His mind drifted to Sister Ru again—those hips, that voice, the way she had blushed just enough to keep him hooked.

Twenty years untouchable? That was a record begging to be shattered, and Lin Mao had never been one to back down from a worthy challenge.

He smirked to himself, picturing her composed face softening under his charm, her iron will melting like butter in a hot pan. "Iron Cook," he snorted. "More like Iron Hot. I'll crack her yet."

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But then, like an unwanted ghost, Jin Lina's face surfaced in his mind again. That damn poem—For I have withered...—whispered through his thoughts, clinging to him like an old wound refusing to heal. His smirk faded, replaced by a confused exterior.

"Get outta my head, old me," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. Still, the ache lingered, and it pissed him off even more. He wasn't that guy—not anymore.

He was the new Lin Mao, the degenerate scholar with a pen full of spice and a mission to turn this sect upside down.

"Enough moping. Time to get to work." Sitting up with a grunt, his eyes flicked to the desk in the corner, where a stack of papers awaited his attention. I Am a Mage but with a MILF System.

He smirked at the ridiculous title. Maybe Sister Ru would be his next inspiration. "Let's see if the Iron Cook can handle a little heat from Earth."

With a yawn, he fell back down, too tired to start now. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the room as he drifted toward sleep.

***

Dang dang.

The morning crashed in like an unwelcome guest, pulling Lin Mao out of a dream. His degenerate mind had been halfway through seducing a shadowy figure who suspiciously resembled Sister Ru.

He groaned, the sharp banging on his door cutting through his clouds like a knife. "Geez, calm down," he grumbled, rubbing his eyes and walking toward the noise.

His hair stuck out in every direction, and he was pretty sure he still had drool marked on his cheek. If this is Ti Xhin waking me up for some scholarly bullshit, I'm punching him, he thought, sliding the door open.

But it wasn't Ti Xhin.

His eyes widened, sleep vanishing in an instant as his brain registered the vision standing there. "Chuu... Chuuu Chu Ha?" he muttered, voice cracking like a teenager caught off guard.

There she was—Chu Ha, glowing like she had been plucked straight out of a garden. Her robe shimmered in the morning light, the fabric clinging softly to her frame in a way that made his throat dry up.

That silky white hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her big, dark eyes sparkled with an innocence that made his heart flutter. Then she smiled—graceful, warm, the kind of smile that could light up the world if the sun ever decided to take a break.

His lazy mood dissipated. Oh, hell no, not again, he thought, flashing back to yesterday's embarrassing boner montage. He straightened up fast, wiping his face with his sleeve in a half-assed attempt to look presentable.

"Uh... morning, Chu Ha," he said, forcing a grin that came out as more lustful than charming. "What's a goddess like you doing banging down my door? Miss me already?"

Chu Ha's smiled deeply, a faint blush forming on her cheeks. "Good morning, Brother Lin!" she greeted, her voice sweet, melodic.