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Being the Director of Chaldea was, at the best of times, a trying and challenging prospect. Add to that the fact that Chaldea was destroyed by the woman he thought of as an assistant and who had managed to pool the wool over his eyes, and Goredolf could tell you quite a few things about how much it sucked to be suckered into such a raw deal.

That said, it had its perks. You got to meet the most interesting people in history, most of the time. Some of them had great appreciation for the finer things in life, and he'd had many a satisfying conversation with a lot of servants, as well as found himself surrounded by people who he had a great deal of respect for.

Much as he didn't usually say it, he was proud of being part of Chaldea and, in many ways, its savior. Admittedly, it was originally meant to be an investment, but in many ways, Goredolf was instrumental in saving the entire world!

He even found himself actually enjoying the respect and deference shown to him by his… employee felt wrong. Coworker? No. Well, it didn't matter. It felt nice to be respected by the Master of Chaldea.

Respected and trusted, in fact. Trusted so much that, as he looked at the back of his hand… he'd even been allowed this request of his. A single command seal. It would only work on one specific servant. And it would only work for one day. Ritsuka had sacrificed one and Da Vinci had been able to create this specific curse, of sorts.

Apparently, both of them agree with him this was necessary.

Not only because she'd caused such a huge mess, but most important of all… it was a travesty for any and all who appreciated good food! Musashi should pay for what she had done, using a Holy Grail as a cooking pot of all things!

Well, that, and it was a better way to punish her than just letting Benienma turn her into Mu-sashimi.

Goredolf cleared his throat. "And that's more or less the situation," he explained, gesturing towards the utensils and equipment he had gathered. The shadow border might not be the most luxurious and spacious place, but it had a decently well equipped kitchen, courtesy of Da Vinci. "Do you understand it?"

"No," the swordmaster admitted, smiling brightly like the fool she was. "But if we're gonna eat I'm all for it!"

Well… that was a start at least.

Goredolf coughed. "You don't even mind, you know," he said, gesturing to her appearance. One of the modifications done by Da Vinci, apparently at Ritsuka's request, was the change to Musashi's saint graph. More specifically, the clothes that she wore had been changed.

Instead of her America-themed bikini, instead she wore a black leather one piece, decorated with three belts, one around her waist, one just under her breasts, and the third just above them – a design similar to Chaldea's female uniform, but designed to enhance and emphasize Musashi's considerable bust. Rings hung from several places, strapped to her leather outfit.

She also had leather sleeves, but her hands were free, and rings hung from her wrists and from just above her elbow. Similarly, she had knee high leather boots, high heeled, with rings that hung from just under the back of her knee.

Goredolf cleared his throat, as he finished inspecting Musashi's form. It was clean enough, he supposed.

"It's interesting! It's not the first time I've worn leather, but it's the first time I've worn one like this! Alright, I'm ready to start!"

"First," he said, "I will teach you the very basics."

"Okay," she said, nodding. "Where do we begin?"

"I will give you a demonstration, of how to truly cook rice!" Goredolf began. "First, we wash it!"

And so it began. Goredolf, wearing his usual outfit with a kiss the cook apron thrown on it – pink, and high quality, a gift from a servant in fact – and Musashi, in her punishment getup, huddled over the stove, as he showed her all the steps that went into preparing properly cleaned, cooked, seasoned and delicious rice. With an ingredient that was by itself on the very bland side, there was much that could be done, from spices that it went well with, to simple additions like cooking something else in the rice water, or topping it off with something else.

"Oooh, that's really neat!" Musashi said. "Wait, are you gonna- ohhh, yes!" she said, "that's looking really delicious!" she said.
Goredolf hummed as he finished the latest of his culinary creations, after he gave Musashi an example of what a proper risotto looked like, it was time for a Japanese classic.

"You're so good with your hands, Goredolf!" Musashi said with a happy smile as Goredolf shook his pan and used a spatula to ensure that the egg was properly distributed. "Oooh, is it coming? Are you gonna do it? I want to see it!"

Goredolf let himself smile proudly. It was actually very cool to see that she respected him. "Here it comes, get ready!"

Musashi nodded, staring intently, her eyes tracking his hands as he began to actually give form and shape to the omurice itself, the ingredients coming together. The swordmaster inhaled deeply, and her face was a bit red as she giggled. "That smells amazing, like everything else…" she muttered.

Goredolf brushed his moustache, and thought he might need a trim, as he plated the rice. "And that," he said, "is how you should treat your food!"

Musashi nodded, a fork in hand, as she took the plate. She cut off a piece of the omelet and the rice it covered, and popped it into her mouth. "So deliciooousss~!" she said, through a full mouth. "I want more!"

She popped even more rice and egg in her mouth, and moaned openly and without restraint, her face a bit reddish. She'd enjoyed all the food so far, and it seemed that the more she ate, the more she allowed herself to express it. She'd even started squirming in her seat, just a bit.

Goredolf chuckled. He'd made a large one, knowing her appetite, and she devoured it like a starved man. "That's right," he said. "Now, do you understand what you did?"

"But the rice I made with the Grail was super good!" she countered. "And besides, I don't think I could cook as good as this!"

"Nonsense!" Goredolf responded. "It's a matter of dedication, and of having a good teacher!" he countered. "If you wish to learn, then I will teach you!"

If he did, he at least would be able to pat himself in the back at how he'd prevented another such disaster! What a great, forward thinking man he was! He would teach her, the very same way he himself had been taught! The same instruction that had given him a love and appreciation, he would impart upon her.

"I guess," Musashi said, "I ain't never backed down from a challenge!"

Well, not this Musashi anyway. Kojiro would have a few words to say about a certain other swordmaster.

"Okay, then I will guide you," Goredolf said. Musashi was a kinesthetic learner, this much he knew. She learned by doing, and Goredolf knew how to handle that. Despite his bulk, he moved quickly and swiftly around the kitchen, allowing Musashi to get to the counters as he stood behind her.

"Okay, first, we'll learn how to chop vegetables," Goredolf said, gesturing to the pepper he had as leftover from his risotto ingredients.

Musashi shrugged and manifested one of her shorter swords. "I just have to cut it into fine cubes right?" she said.

"No no no!" Goredolf shouted, panicking a little at the thought of his kitchen – for he technically owned the shadow border as it was Chaldea property – being sliced to ribbons. "Use a kitchen knife! A kitchen knife!"

Musashi chuckled. "But this is faster and easier!"

"That's no good!" Goredolf said. As he raised his hand, the red glow of the command seal glared at him. Well… "I order you, stop that!"

Musashi paused mid swing, her sword just short of slicing through the pepper. "Huh? That's weird, it felt like when master gives me orders," she said. "Well, uh, I guess?"

Nodding, the director of Chaldea gestured to the kitchen knife set just aside the cutting board. "Use that one," he said.

"Okay, I guess…"

Her sword fading, Musashi shrugged and grabbed the knife. It was clear she wasn't quite used to it, as she was awkward and imprecise with her movements. Goredolf, frowning, decided this was no good.

His hand came down upon hers, and he found himself accidentally touching her back with his belly. Luckily, she wasn't a very big woman, only just about spilling out of her outfit because of the size of her assets. "Look, hold it like this," he said, guiding her hand to properly grip the knife. His other hand reached for her free hand, and showed her how to properly hold the pepper in such a way that it gave her a better angle to cut.

Their bodies pressed together, as he showed her each movement in turn, and how to cut each vegetable.

"This is nice," Musashi mused.

It was a bit uncomfortable for Goredolf, as their height difference meant that when she bent forward to observe the action in front of her more closely, she rubbed her backside on his parts.

Still! No time to dwell on that!

"You must be steady and mindful," he said, feeling the leather of her outfit through his clothes, "like this," he said, his hand holding hers, finger over finger.

She trembled a bit, as he spoke near her ear. It was working. The same way he'd been taught to love the art… she, too, would learn it, and engrave it upon her very soul as he had. Her hands were small, soft despite her habits, and it seemed like once he showed her the movements, she could execute them decently well.

"Clear your mind and think of nothing, there is nothing, but you, and the vegetable, and the knife… there is nothing but the vegetable and the knife," he muttered. "you are one, it is a part of you, an extension of you, you are the knife, follow its movements…"

He began grinding against her, as he showed her how to avoid applying force, how to properly use the kitchen knife and let it and gravity do the work. The rings hanging from her outfit clinked a little as she stretched the belts that held her in place a little with her movements, as Goredolf used his own body to show her the proper posture.

Musashi hummed. "Like this?" she asked, bending back slightly.

"Yes, just like that, keep going, don't stop," Goredolf muttered.

His lessons continued, in all manner of things, including how to read recipes and how to keep her concentration. For this, he actually began tickling her, as he had been, while she recited the complete recipe. Again and again, he made her repeat it, each time surprising her by a feather light touch that caused her to hiccup.

Every time she completed the exercise, he allowed her the prize of another bite of the food he'd prepared. As she repeated more times, his distractions escalated. First it was a finger on her ribs, then it was a few tickling fingers here and there, the admittedly awkward angles from being behind her not helping.

Finally, when she was managing to keep her concentration through, he went for what he remembered had managed to distract him every time. "-four eggs, oiiiiiil~"

Musashi's breath hitched and her voice caught, as Goredolf's hand reached her thigh, and his thick, meaty fingers rubbed at her inner thighs. Her exposed skin was a lot more sensitive, and she had to repeat, again and again, failing time after time.

She was getting flushed now, and Goredolf was enjoying himself as he went through the process of forcing her to focus.

Finally, when she completed a full reading of the recipe without being distracted by his hand on her thighs, her upper arms or her neck, he allowed her to eat another piece of omurice.

She moaned, panting a little after the long streak. "That's… interesting," she muttered. "So, uhm… are we going to cook now?"

Goredolf nodded. They gathered the ingredients. "To ensure your mind doesn't wander," he said, as he opened one of the counter drawers and pulled out a series of belts that had been prepared beforehand, "I'm going to strap you to the kitchen, that way you'll keep focus."

Slowly, he went about tying the belts, hooking them to whatever surface he could on the kitchen, sometimes drawer handles, one was long enough to reach the sink, etcetera, the other end hooking onto the rings on Musashi's outfit. It turned out to be quite useful, that!

Musashi then began to repeat the moves he'd shown her, and almost unsurprisingly, he realized she hadn't quite grasped the lesson. She was slicing the onions in a careless way, that would make it more difficult to chop them into the proper size.

Deciding enough was enough, Goredolf's hand whizzed through the air and he landed an open hand, palm strike to Musashi's exposed left buttock. It jiggled a bit, and she gasped, letting out a yell of surprise. A red mark formed on it.

Normally, he wouldn't be able to do as much, but the command seal on his right hand glowed. For just this occasion…

Again and again, he guided Musashi through the process, and as she cut each vegetable, he praised her efforts and rewarded the proper actions… and punished the wrong ones. Again and again, his hand came down upon each of her ass cheeks in turn. The beautifully tan, fleshy globes nearly rippled every time he struck them, a symbol of the excessiveness of this woman in general, even her body was luscious, lascivious and careless!

As she messed up particularly badly slicing a carrot, Goredolf grabbed a wooden spoon, enchanted, enhanced and reinforced to survive the rigors of being used to educate servants on table etiquette, and struck her as hard as he could, the satisfying thwack filling him with satisfaction.

Musashi moaned, presumably in pain, as her knees buckled a bit, but she was kept in place by the belts that held her there, even if some of the drawers moved slightly as she shifted in place.

"Start again!" Goredolf said. "And do it properly this time! I will count your mistakes, and I will punish you now once for each, and then a second for each when you're done!"

All in all, as Goredolf showed her how to cut the majority of the kinds of vegetables they had on board, he found himself smacking her again and again, the wooden spoon feeling warm in his hand as he enjoyed the satisfying crack of it landing on her exposed ass.

It was almost purple, by the time she was finished. At the end, in order to ensure she had no way to brace herself for the punishment, when she finished he tied her arms together, by running a belt between the rings near her wrists, and one through the ones near her forearms, and then pulling tightly so she was held still.

Sixteen smacks, each of them accompanied by her counting it up, and apologizing for her mistake.

As he finished, both of them were breathing heavily, Musashi's face red, as she laid down on the counter. Goredolf adjusted himself, her ass was stuck in the air and it was a big ass, there was not that much space in the kitchen.

Well… she seemed to be recovering. The lessons would continue. His nose twitched. Why did it smell like fish? They hadn't gotten to that stage yet… It didn't matter. First, he'd have to get a mop and get Musashi to clean what she'd spilled. He didn't even see when she did, but apparently she had.

This girl was a disaster, but he would make a proper and respectable chef out of her yet! As of right now, she'd earned herself another punishment, simply by not promptly moving on to the next step. If he hadn't turned down the heat on the oil, it'd have been burned already!

Even this simple dish… well. He had time. The Master had given him a full day.

And by the time he was done, he would teach her the true pleasure of food and cooking, and ensure she never did something as ridiculous as using a Holy Grail as a cooking pot for rice, let alone udon, ever again!