Filo froze, then pulled the book out again, confirming she hadn’t misread. It was really One Million Ways to Train a Perfect Slave. She quietly slid it back onto the shelf.
This… makes sense? Nah, it’s wild as hell.
Why’s Bingpo got this on her shelf?!
A bad feeling crept up. Is this why Bingpo bans Chiyan from her room? Filo gulped, eyeing the packed bookshelf. Snooping’s wrong, but… sorry, curiosity’s winning!
Driven by nosiness, she grabbed book after book, skimming titles and covers. Each one left her floored.
In the end, Filo could only mutter: Weird knowledge increased (lol)!
- The Balance of S and M
- One Million Ways to Train an Idiot
- Does IQ Affect Slave Quality?
In minutes, Filo’s brain gained a whole new world. Even as the Salted-Fish King, she’d never seen this stuff—zero clue, now fully clued in. She was also kinda spooked. Bingpo’s hiding this side? Gotta watch my back around her.
Lips twitching, Filo sighed, tidied the shelf, and moved to leave. But as she reached the edge of Bingpo’s zone, her feet froze. She gulped again, glancing back at the bookshelf.
“Maybe… one more peek?”
Like a robot, she turned back. She’d only checked titles and covers—what’s inside? Just curious, not obsessed!
Hyping herself up, she reached for a book. Right as her fingers grazed it, the dividing curtain whooshed open. An icy-blue figure stepped in.
“Master? What’re you doing?” Bingpo asked.
“Me? Nothing!” Filo blurted, but her hand had already yanked a book out.
Bingpo’s eyes locked onto the book. Filo froze. Awkward silence.
“Master, that book…” Bingpo started.
“Huh? Huh?!” Filo glanced down, realizing she’d grabbed something. She looked up to find Bingpo flash-stepping in front of her, staring at the book.
Solo Flight Technique Encyclopedia
“Oh, that? Just boring flight contest prep—pure theory, no use. Bet you think it’s dull, right, Master?” Bingpo smiled, hands behind her back.
“Uh, yeah… just flipping through ‘cause I’m bored. Your parents sorted out?” Filo wiped sweat off her forehead, relieved. Phew, grabbed the wrong book! Saved from mega-awkwardness.
Bingpo grinned, giving a thumbs-up. “All good! I sweet-talked—er, explained everything to Mom and Dad, no issues! Also, I made food—my masterpiece! Come eat!”
“Sweet, I’m starving. Let’s taste your masterpiece!” Filo mimicked the thumbs-up, stiffly. Crisis averted, right? Seems Bingpo’s only targeting Chiyan… for now.
Filo hurried to leave Bingpo’s zone, but noticed Bingpo wasn’t following. Glancing back, she saw Bingpo smiling, rooted in place. “Master, you go ahead. I’ve got something to handle here.”
“Alright, cool.” It’s her room, so Filo didn’t pry. She nodded and followed Chiyan downstairs.
Once Filo was gone, Bingpo exhaled heavily. What she was about to do couldn’t be seen.
She turned to the bookshelf. Look closely, and there’s a gap. Bingpo was ready to fill it. Reaching into her clothes, she pulled out a small notebook and carefully slotted it into the space—perfect fit, no wiggle, no blank spots. Flawless.
“Done! My perfect bookshelf!” Bingpo clutched her cheeks, beaming with bliss—a bit too blissful, maybe creepy to some. “Took decades to pick the last book. Now I know—it was meant for this one!”
The notebook? Her magnum opus: How to Train a Perfect Master.
“Master~ Master~ I’ll make you shine~” Bingpo murmured, panting, clutching her face.
Downstairs, Filo sneezed hard, pinching her nose. “Who’s talking about me? That goddess? No way I’m falling for it—I’m the Salted-Fish King-to-be, and nothing’s stopping my slacker dream!”