Shameless Transmigration: I turned everyone on!

I serve as the plate, come and get a piece of me.

Vil cluelessly searched through the fridge, the cupboards and took out everything he could find to put them on the already overflowing counter.

Vil didn't even need to say anything and it was already clear how much he despaired. Frozen Milk had to cover his mouth not to burst out laughing. It got even worse when Vil put the pot onto the hob the wrong way and furiously smashed the hob hoping it would magically turn on.

Frozen Milk's insides twisted with cackles that even the system felt offended about. But Frozen Milk had to admit this was an endearing sight. Vil put much effort and maybe too much force to please Frozen Milk. Frozen Milk couldn't watch any longer and decided to put Vil out of his demise and help him.

Frozen Milk was quite proud of his cooking skills. Living alone made him experiment a lot with food although most of the time he only ate toast or cup noodles since those 10 000 words didn't write themselves.

Vil was too absorbed in managing the overwhelming power of cooking to notice Frozen Milk standing beside him.

So, Frozen Milk watched eagerly from the best spot, the first row how this theatre unfolded. It got to a point where Frozen Milk slapped the counter to cope with the humorous fails of Vil.

"My Lord..." Vil looked embarrassed and Frozen Milk savoured the one-in-a-lifetime chance to ever experience it.

"What are you trying to cook?"

"I thought about making my Lord something sweet but also savoury."

"So a main dish and a dessert?"

"Indeed, but both combined."

Frozen Milk had a very bad feeling.

"How... does that work?"

"My Lord, waffles with chopped garlic in soy sauce sounds good, doesn't it?"

"Are you trying to poison me?"

"I thought this was what my Lord would like."

Frozen Milk this time slapped Vil on his shoulder voluntarily, Vil moaned.

"When have you ever seen me eating this crap, huh? Do I look like a fucking weirdo to you? Do my taste buds seem like something you can go and torture? Do they? Should I rip them out for you to see and apologise? How long have we lived together? Shouldn't you by now know what I like to eat?" Frozen Milk ranted and ranted and kicked Vil to his knees to lecture him from above.

Vil did look like he was reflecting but he also looked very happy to be 'punished' like this by Frozen Milk.

Frozen Milk wanted to go further but knew it'd backfire on him because all of this actually turned Vil on. It was a double-edged sword. If Frozen Milk suffered or if Vil suffered, both were fantastic options for Vil.

All of you come and catch my hands, I'm about to throw them! This damn pervert!

Frozen Milk rolled up his sleeved and then ordered Vil to put back all the stuff they didn't need. In satisfaction, Frozen Milk watched how his villain turned into his personal slave. This was a nice feeling.

Then Frozen Milk proceeded to show Vil how to use a hob by pressing the buttons.

"Like this?" Vil put his palm on the hob.

"No, like this," Frozen Milk pressed the button on and off again.

"Like this?" Vil literally pressed the space next to the button.

"No," a vein popped.

"Like this?" Vil touched the oven.

"No," another vein joined its fellow brother.