What Do You Mean My Cute Disciples Are Yanderes?-Novel

Everyone watched as Brendan got herself busy with her mixing.

With her earlier performance in recreating Zack's Dragonslayer, they were curious if she would really be the first one to make me strip. After all, if my own apprentice was unable to do it after showing off such high competency, then they might not even stand a chance.

It took her a while and the resulting cocktail she made was a shot glass with ten layers of different coloured liquids that somehow managed to avoid being mixed together.

The first layer was gold in colour which I suspect was actually champagne or something. Then it was followed by a dark brown liquid that was bordering on red which floated directly above a greyish liquid which was in turn followed by a liquid that seemed to shimmer and change colours depending on how you move it in the light.

Directly below that was a brown liquid that was a darker shade than the first floating above a snow white liquid below it. The next layer below that was green which was followed by purple, red and then a transparent liquid at the very bottom of the glass.

I didn't need to ask omniscience to know that this was made with all of my disciples in mind.

Furthermore, Brendan managed to do this in a shot glass and even took note of the densities of each liquid to make sure they don't mix. The most impressive thing was that he managed to do this without using his divinity so it was really pure skill on her part.

She even made enough to let everyone present have a glass of it as well, all of them marvelling at the beauty of the drink.

"Master, may I present to you Heaven Sect!" Brendan gestured to the glass proudly with a grin.

I managed to keep myself from chuckling when I heard the name she had chosen for this, but the way Brendan was grinning proudly at me while thrusting her chest out definitely wasn't helping.

Everyone inside the bar watched with bated breath as I picked up the shot glass to hold it up to the light.

Nodding once, I threw back my head and downed the entire glass in one go.

The moment the alcohol mixed itself inside my mouth, I felt my senses go wild.

In my mind, I had been transported back to my courtyard with all of my disciples surrounding me on a completely normal day. There was no great crisis, no planned events or even worries of any kind.

Everyone was simply doing their own thing and enjoying the day while I watched over them from the middle of the courtyard.

They would then turn and wave at me which I would also respond with a wave of my own, completing that feeling of absolute serenity.

A wind would blow across the courtyard and I would watch on with absolute peace in mind.

I opened my eyes once more and found my clothes had been ripped without me needing to influence it at all. As expected of Brendan to be able to craft something like this.

"It's perfect," I complimented her.

Brendan simply swiped up the shot glass from the counter while maintaining her grin, "It wasn't much!"

Everyone else saw the state I was in and quickly knocked back their glasses as well.

Needless to say, the bar was suddenly filled with people standing around in the nude after that.

"This… This is amazing!"

"What… What is this?!"

"It feels… It feels as if I was looking at a scene from another world…"

"How is someone even able to make something like this?"

"As expected of someone training under the Master…"

Such praises were being thrown around the room which would have been alright if everyone wasn't naked right now so it looked rather weird for me.

"Looking good, Master," Brendan chuckled, like seeing me naked was something normal.

Then again, I suppose she has seen me naked both in this World and our original one so it's not really a big deal for her?

At least I think so. Hard to tell when her eyes were locked on my body instead of my face though.

Maybe she's trying to see if my body in this World was also different like how she is a girl here? Sorry, Brendan but I'm also a male here in this World. Maybe I should have offered to turn myself into the same gender as she was here?

I guess it's a little too late to ask that now.

Brendan then reached under the counter and handed me a new set of clothes as though he had already prepared it beforehand expecting something like this to happen. I decided not to comment on it so I put it on without another word.

The rest of the bar seemed more focused on discussing the drink that Brendan made instead of dressing themselves so in the end, the only people who were clothed were Brendan and myself.

Just as I thought the other contestants would start making drinks again, one of them raised his hand, "I have decided to forfeit."

That seemed to spark off the rest of the contestants as everyone announced their decision to forfeit one after another, leaving Brendan as the undisputed winner of the competition.

I had to check to make sure but it seems like they made that decision not out of malice or even being disheartened, they were just so impressed by what Brendan has created that they felt their current selves were not able to match her skills and needed to train themselves more to even compete with her.

At least… That was part of the reason and also the one that they were saying aloud to everyone around them.

The real reason however…

The now naked announcer picked up his microphone again, "Alright, ladies and gentlemen! With the winner of the competition decided, it is time for the real main event!! The Master and Miss Brendan will now be manning the bar personally! Feel free to challenge either of them to make you strip once more!!"

Right… I should have known… The competition was just a preface to get to me…

Brendan nudged me with her elbow, "I'll be depending on you once again, Master! Don't worry, I've got your back~ If you want me to make that drink to strip you again… Heh heh, just let me know!"

Tomboy Brendan really is something else eh?

Already, a long line of people had formed in front of the bar counter, all of them ready to 'challenge' the both of us. Although it's clear that most of them were really just there to drink something I made since they didn't even bother putting on new clothes to be stripped again.

They went to form two separate lines in front of the bar where over three quarters of them were concentrated on my side of the bar. The ones at Brendan's side seemed to be younger women who had a thing for the 'big sister' types.

Well, this was what I had already expected from the start anyway so I wasn't really surprised by this outcome. The only thing I can do now is go all out in making my patrons strip!

Ok, that sounded a little wrong… Don't judge me.