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Usually, I ordered way more than I could handle.

But when I picked up the phone this time, I actually hesitated for once...

So, just ordering a medium cheese pizza counts as restraint, right?

...

After a few minutes, the doorbell finally rang.

I hurriedly opened the front door and dashed toward the front gate with cash in hand.

The afternoon breeze hit my body as I stepped outside once again.

It felt... comforting. But I wanted to rush back in and eat my pizza, so I had no choice but to speed up.

I opened the gate and immediately handed the cash to the delivery man.

"Thank you."

The delivery man looked stunned, awkwardly standing there with the pizza and money in hand.

Was he just amazed by the size of this place?

Whatever. I grabbed the pizza from his hands, closed the gate, and rushed back inside.

I re-entered the house, locking the door behind me as I made my way toward the kitchen.

...

Haah... seriously?

This is a medium-sized pizza?

I placed the box on the dining table and opened it. A wave of piping hot air escaped, filling the room with a familiar, mouthwatering aroma.

I stared at the pizza, still steaming, ready to be devoured at any moment.

Taking a seat, I grabbed a slice and took a bite.

The first taste melted on my tongue—rich, cheesy, flavorful.

Everything blended together perfectly—the creamy, gooey cheese, the tangy yet slightly sweet tomato sauce, the crispy yet chewy dough.

It was everything I expected from a cheese pizza.

Savoring every bite, I finished the first slice, crust and all.

"Hehehe..."

Without hesitation, I proceeded to devour every last slice, making sure the box was left empty and spotless—not even a single crumb remaining.

With a burp, I leaned back, satisfied.

But something felt... strange.

I usually had a much bigger appetite than this, but right now, I felt really full.

Like my stomach was about to explode at any second.

Well, women do tend to have smaller appetites than men, so I expected as much.

I should probably explore more of the house. There were still rooms I hadn’t even checked out yet.

Hesitantly, I got up from my seat, hoping to move around and digest my food a little faster.

I stuffed the wallet full of money into my pocket and continued walking down the hallways.

Still, I had to wonder...

Why weren’t there any maids or butlers keeping this house nice and tidy?

Better yet, why was I the only one here?

As I wandered through the halls, I eventually found the backyard.

There was a pool, a garden, a grill, and even a cozy outdoor living space with a whole mini bar, a comfy couch, a coffee table, and a foosball table.

It was hard to believe I even lived here—let alone that my family actually owned this place.

I kept exploring, finding even more unique rooms.

A gym, a music room, heck—there was even an entire room just for painting!

Forget rich, her family was filthy rich!

After roaming the mansion, I eventually found myself back in the living quarters.

Well, I suppose that’s that, then...

After all that walking, I was feeling sweaty and hot.

Well, that much was expected, especially since this mansion was huge compared to the tiny apartment I lived in during my past life.

But right now, I had a bigger problem to deal with—my greasiness and, ugh, my smell.

Does this mean... I actually have to take a bath!?

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