Do not force me to slap you.

Mo Bai took Lin Yu's drawing and looked at it back and forth, his expression gradually turning bizarre.

In the end, pointing right beneath the wind-blown skirt of his own gender-swapped image, he asked with a deadpan face, "What on earth is this?"

Lin Yu nodded. "It's a blue-and-white porcelain bowl."

Mo Bai clenched his fists. "Drawing me as a cute anime girl is one thing, but you had to draw it with such perverted vibes."

"You even modified the panties, and what do you mean by a blue-and-white porcelain bowl?!"

Mo Bai raised his middle finger.

"You absolute sicko, that's so nauseating."

Far from feeling any shame, Lin Yu doubled down, puffing out his chest proudly. "What I am passionate about is my life."

"I just wanted to draw a cute little girl, what did I do wrong?!"

Mo Bai slammed the table. "You think you're justified just because you dine and dash?"

"Believe it or not, with a single phone call, I can have countless buff big brothers pin your head down and force you to sell your body to pay off the debt."

"Ah, well..." Lin Yu lowered his head deeply. "Is there really no other choice? I can't help suffering from these mental flare-ups of mine either..."

What a thoroughly warped cognitive distortion.

He pressed his palms together. "Seriously, please, don't lock me away. If the North Spike Control Bureau finds out about this, I'll be in deep, deep trouble."

"I'm willing to do anything."

"Oh? Anything?" Mo Bai raised an eyebrow and took another close look at the drawing in his hand.

Although somewhat scribbled, it was undeniably well-drawn, overflowing with that distinct aura that only a naturally gifted pervert could possibly produce.

In plain human terms, he looked like a doujin artist.

Mo Bai keenly caught the faint scent of a business opportunity.

He glanced over at Gu Xiaoxiao and Lu Chun, who were currently squeezing ketchup into heart shapes for customers, and then looked at Xie Ziyun, who was awkwardly chatting up another patron. Suddenly, an idea sparked in his mind.

Aha! I have a brilliant scheme to restore the glory of this maid cafe.

Mo Bai shook the drawing in his hand and asked, "How long does it usually take you to finish a drawing?"

"Speed?" Lin Yu thought about it. "If it's just this kind of rough sketch, maybe around twenty minutes."

Joy welled up in Mo Bai's heart—isn't that roughly the time it takes to finish a meal?

This completely opened up the possibility of hiring Lin Yu to work at the shop, introducing a new value-added service where they could draw chibi anime-girl versions of the customers who came here.

Anyway, the customers dining here were all somewhat twisted anyway, and none of them lacked money. They could totally leverage this gimmick to rake in a huge profit first!

He was simply a genius!

However, Lin Yu was an Over-boundary Being after all. Even though his ability was somewhat mentally unhinged, one can never be too careful against others.

Better check his composition first.

And what Mo Bai saw floating above Lin Yu's head was...

[Initiating composition inspection]

[Composition detected: Wage Slave (Green), Neurotic (Blue), Veteran Weeb (Gold), Amateur Artist (Purple), Fantasy Goblin (Green), Yuzusoft Fan (Blue), Metaphysics Master (Blue), Social Terrorist (Green)...]

Mo Bai: "What?! He's actually a Yuzusoft fan?!"

Hearing this, Lin Yu covered his face. "What Yuzusoft fan? I'm not, I didn't, don't go slandering an innocent person out of thin air!"

"What kind of talk is that—Senren*Banka, Riddle Joker, Sanoba Witch, Draftkugisaki, Cafe Stella and the Reapers..."

Lin Yu opened his eyes wide, looking utterly sincere. "I really don't know anything about those!"

Mo Bai flashed a wicked smile. "Stop beating around the bush. Do you dare let me spot-check your Steam library?"

Lin Yu gasped in shock. "What?! Who the hell snuck this Senren*Banka with all achievements unlocked in seven hundred hours into my library?"

"Who is so vicious?!"

For the nth time, Mo Bai slammed the table. "You're admitting that this is your game library now, right?"

"Your Honor, I've been wronged!"

Looking at Lin Yu's desperate sophistry, Mo Bai fell into deep thought. Aside from being a neurotic, all the traits in his composition seemed pretty normal, with nothing genuinely malicious.

Mo Bai's criteria for checking abilities had always been quite objective. Take Lu Yuan, for instance—he might not consider himself a serial killer, but his actions undoubtedly matched the composition of a serial killer, which was why Mo Bai could see it.

Doing evil would always come with compositions related to evil; at least for now, that was how it had always been with everyone Mo Bai encountered.

As for the fellow in front of him, he seemed to simply be an Over-boundary Being who happened to like Yuzu games.

Besides, Mo Bai knew that working at a maid cafe meant he would eventually be targeted by others. Having an Over-boundary Being stay at the shop to protect Sister Li and the others wasn't a bad option either.

So... should he give it a try?

Mo Bai cleared his throat. "Hey you, wage slave, you're currently jobless and broke, right?"

Lin Yu nodded deeply. "If I had money, I wouldn't be held hostage by you right now."

"Well then," Mo Bai smiled faintly. "I think your drawing skills are still worth some money. How about considering coming to work for me?"

Lin Yu: "?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Come on, bro, I only owe you three hundred bucks, it shouldn't come to selling my body, right?"

"Does your maid cafe hire host boys too?"

Mo Bai: "?"

He pointed at himself in absolute disbelief. "Do I look like a host boy to you?"

Lin Yu looked even more shocked. "You're not?!"

Mo Bai: "???"

"Screw you!" Mo Bai flew into a rage. "I'm a proper butler, alright? What host boy? You're the host boy!"

"I know, I know..." Lin Yu blinked. "Nowadays, host boys go by several different titles—male hostess, psychological counselor, chat companion, one-day boyfriend, and whatnot. I get it, I get it."

"You don't get shit!" Mo Bai looked at Lin Yu with utter contempt. "I've taken a fancy to your drawing skills, okay? I'm giving you an opportunity to draw to your heart's content."

"If you're not willing, forget it. If you don't pay off the debt within twenty-four hours, kid, you can just wait to go to the Control Bureau and taste the spirit-injection rod."

Under low eaves, one has no choice but to bow their head. Lin Yu rubbed his hands together. "What are the benefits like here? Do you provide the five social insurances? Are meals and lodging included?"

"Let's make one thing clear first: I won't be staying here for too long. I might quit at any time. Is that okay?"

"Hold on a second."

Mo Bai got up to find Sister Li, who was sleeping in the back room. After briefly explaining Lin Yu's situation, Sister Li indicated that it was feasible.

A maid cafe thrived on novelty, and Lin Yu's gender-swapped art style was a perfect fit; they could hire him to test the waters.

Moreover, ever since Mo Bai was hospitalized, Sister Li had realized that Mo Bai had practically been doing the work of two people, which was rather exhausting. The cafe's revenue had also started picking up lately, so recruiting one more person wasn't a big deal.

Sister Li readily agreed.

Having received the green light, Mo Bai returned to his seat. "As for the compensation, you'll get a standard base salary plus commission on your drawings, six days off a month, meals provided but no lodging, the five social insurances, work hours from nine to seven, and a full attendance bonus of 250..."

Mentioning the attendance bonus, the corner of Mo Bai's mouth twitched for a fraction of a second, and his expression turned desolate.

The full attendance bonus... the full attendance bonus has already run away (sadness)!

"That actually sounds pretty decent." Hearing that meals were provided, Lin Yu's eyes lit up instantly. "Let's sign the contract right now then."

"Even though," Lin Yu smiled sheepishly, "I still have no idea how long I'll be staying here."

"Please take good care of me from now on."

"Oh, by the way," Lin Yu raised his pen. "To express my gratitude, let me draw you a full set of high-detail R18 col—"

"No thanks."

Mo Bai immediately declined, fixing him with a dead fish eye. "Seriously."

"Don't force me to slap you."