The Door of My Bathroom Leads to the Comic World!

A sharp crash echoed from Utaha's room, unmistakably the sound of a cup or something fragile hitting the floor. Sui sighed helplessly. 'This auntie'—referring to Sayuri—'not only has a bit of an immature side, but she can also be rather sinister.'

Without a doubt, the "evil witch" Sayuri had mentioned earlier was none other than Utaha herself. The sounds of objects being thrown around the room made it all too clear what kind of punishment Sui would soon face.

Still, the situation was somewhat amusing. Utaha, usually so sharp-tongued and composed, had finally met her match in a verbal duel, completely outdone by another woman. 'As expected of a diplomat's wife,' Sui thought. 'Her words were sharp and precise, far different from the simple, impulsive Eriri.'

Meanwhile, Sayuri beamed, still holding Sui's arm as they entered her daughter's apartment with Eriri. "Sui, would you like some snacks? Auntie's cooking is excellent!" she asked, her tone playful.

Eriri smirked at her mother's boast. "Mom, you're showing off to the wrong person. Sui's cooking is so delicious that ordinary food can't even compare."

"Really?" Sayuri asked, genuinely surprised.

"Of course!" Eriri responded proudly. "Mom, you'll be amazed."

Sui smiled warmly. "I'd be happy to make some refreshments for you, Aunt."

Sayuri's eyes twinkled with anticipation. "In that case, I'll look forward to it."

Taking that as his cue, Sui returned to his apartment to grab some simple ingredients, then moved into Eriri's kitchen to prepare snacks. He began by whisking eggs and sugar until they turned a milky white, adding fresh cream, lemon juice, and lemon essence. Once the batter was perfectly blended with flour and melted butter, he carefully poured it into a pan, filling it just enough before placing it in the oven.

Before long, the kitchen was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked lemon cake.

Sui soon presented the snacks to the Sawamura mother and daughter. "Please enjoy," he said with a smile as he offered the plate.

The cakes were small and delicate, their golden-yellow tops dotted with red sweet plums, giving off an enticing aroma of lemon and cream. The sight alone was enough to make anyone's mouth water.

Sayuri's eyes sparkled. "Beautiful!" Without hesitation, she picked up one of the cakes and took a bite.

The cake melted in her mouth, its sweetness perfectly balanced with the tang of fresh lemon. It was light, elegant, and utterly delicious. With Sui's culinary expertise, even simple ingredients turned into masterpieces that outshone the work of most professional chefs, especially in a world where cooking standards were far below the level of 'Food Wars'.

"This is amazing!" Sayuri exclaimed, her hands cupping her cheeks in a childlike display of satisfaction. Her cute, girlish expression made Sui chuckle inwardly. It was hard to believe this seemingly harmless and adorable woman was actually a seasoned 'fujoshi' with a mischievous streak and a flair for dramatic antics.

[Note: "Fujoshi" (腐女子) is a Japanese term for female fans of manga, anime, and novels that feature romantic relationships between men]

"Sui, did you really make this?" Sayuri asked, her purple-black eyes filled with amazement. As the wife of a diplomat, she'd had plenty of opportunities to taste delicacies made by renowned pastry chefs, but none had impressed her as much as this simple lemon cake.

"I told you, didn't I?" Eriri grinned proudly.

Sayuri nodded approvingly. "You really are an exceptional young man, Sui! Not only are you an excellent cook, but you're also tidy and good at taking care of others. Truly the perfect boy!"

Her satisfaction with Sui only deepened, making her think that this family-oriented side of him made him an ideal match for her daughter.

The sweet, light cakes paired beautifully with the astringent black tea, and both mother and daughter savored every bite. Before long, the entire plate of lemon cakes was gone.

"Eri, do you get to eat food like this often?" Sayuri asked, a hint of envy creeping into her voice.

"Yes," Eriri said, smiling smugly. "Sui cooks for me regularly."

Sayuri couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. "I wish I could enjoy meals like this more often."

Sui chuckled. "Aunt, you're always welcome to visit us whenever you like."

"Really? Well, I'll gladly take you up on that!" Sayuri laughed. "It would be even better if Eriri married you someday. Then her father and I could enjoy your cooking every day!"

"Mom!" Eriri's face turned beet red as she shouted in embarrassed frustration. "What are you saying? Sui and I are just friends!"

Sayuri, not missing a beat, leaned into her playful role. "That won't do! High school is the time to enjoy your youth. Come on, Eri, work hard and find yourself a nice boyfriend!" she said with exaggerated enthusiasm, slipping into her usual middle-schooler-like behavior.

An hour had passed since they'd left Utaha's room, but Sayuri kept Sui engaged in conversation, not wanting to let him leave. However, Sui's thoughts kept drifting back to Utaha. Eventually, he excused himself and said his goodbyes.

When Sui reached Utaha's door, nervousness crept in. He hesitated briefly before knocking. Almost immediately, a voice came from the other side.

"Why aren't you off enjoying your time with the saintly Sawamuras? Why bother coming to see an 'evil witch' like me?"

Even through the door, Sui could feel the jealousy radiating from Utaha's words.

He cleared his throat, trying to think of what to say, but before he could respond, the door swung open. Utaha stood there, her face completely expressionless.

"Senpai..." Sui began.

Without a word, Utaha grabbed a laundry basket and, in one swift motion, dumped its contents over his head.

Suddenly, Sui was buried under a pile of stockings, panties, bras, and other clothing items. He could barely breathe, the scent of Utaha's personal belongings overwhelming his senses.

As he pulled the basket off his head, a cascade of undergarments and stockings fell onto the floor around him, like a rain of fabric. He looked up helplessly at Utaha.

"You've got some nerve coming here," she said coldly, her voice filled with barely concealed anger.