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Sui couldn't help but smile wryly as he looked at Utaha, who was lying on her side in front of him, showing off her beautiful curves.
'I was just resting on your bed for a bit, and now you've snuck up here yourself, haven't you?'
"But senpai, all I did was take a nap. You're the one who climbed up here. Are you planning to sleep with me?" Sui teased, a playful smile on his face.
"Tsk tsk, kohai really is too much, isn't he? Not even letting his own senpai off the hook," Utaha replied, shaking her head in mock disapproval before stretching out her long legs provocatively.
Sui was speechless but couldn't resist joking back. "Senpai, are you trying to seduce your kohai? You'd better be careful, or I might just get wild. Once I do, you won't be able to escape."
"Tsk tsk, I never imagined my Kohai, who looks so innocent, is actually a beast at heart," Utaha shot back, clicking her tongue. "You're plotting something indecent against your poor, defenseless senpai in her own room."
Sui chuckled and gently lifted her chin with his hand, his eyes lingering on her long, beautiful legs.
Her chin was smooth and pale, soft to the touch. There were still some white cotton candy threads stuck to her lips, face, and nose, giving her a funny appearance, like she'd grown a little white beard.
She hadn't noticed it at all.
Utaha narrowed her eyes slightly and stretched her body, gazing at Sui with a mischievous glint in her wine-red eyes.
But to her surprise, Sui suddenly shook his head and withdrew his hand. "Forget it," he said.
Utaha's eyes gleamed with victory. "My, my, it seems my Kohai has decided to retreat. What's the matter? Are you not interested in your senpai anymore, or do you think she's not attractive enough?"
"Well, I'm just not into women with beards," Sui replied with a grin.
"Beards? I don't have a beard," Utaha said, confused. She reached up to touch her lips and felt the sticky remnants of the cotton candy. Realization dawned, and a faint blush spread across her snow-white face.
Her cheeks burned as she remembered how she had been teasing Sui. What was worse was that he had noticed it long ago but hadn't said anything, clearly just waiting to laugh at her.
A mix of embarrassment and frustration flashed in Utaha's eyes. Gritting her teeth, she threw Sui down onto the quilt, pinning his hands down with hers.
"Senpai, are you planning to play the beast now? Trying to do something indecent to your cute, innocent and helpless kohai in your own room?" Sui teased as he looked up at her.
Utaha straddled his legs, her long, silk-covered legs brushing against him. Even through the fabric, he could feel the smoothness of her stockings.
"Exactly," she replied, a sly smile playing at her lips. "Prepare yourself, Kohai. You're about to be punished."
Sui shook his head in disbelief. Somehow, whenever Utaha spoke, her words always seemed to take on a suggestive tone.
"Senpai, you still have some cotton candy on your nose," Sui pointed out.
"Huh? Really?" Utaha blinked, reaching up to wipe it off.
But before she could, Sui leaned in and lightly kissed the tip of her nose, gently licking away the remaining cotton candy.
"senpai's nose smells sweet," he said, smacking his lips. "Tastes sweet, too."
A deep blush spread across Utaha's face as her wine-red eyes stared at him, slightly dazed.
"senpai, what's wrong?" Sui asked, a bit concerned. Had he gone too far?
"Inspiration just hit me," Utaha murmured, her thoughts drifting elsewhere. "The heroine falls in the snow, and the hero gently helps her up and kisses the snow from her nose. This could be a perfect scene…"
Without another word, she climbed off Sui, moved to her desk by the window, and immediately began typing away on her computer.
Watching her quickly immerse herself in her writing, Sui couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'll lend you that book. Return it when you're done. Thanks for today! I'll give you a reward next time!" Utaha called out without even turning her head.
Sui was reminded of her previous promise to reward him if he cooked something delicious. Although he had returned her stockings, he'd still managed to catch a glimpse of her cute underwear. And, on top of that, her nose had felt soft and tender—'and tasted pretty sweet'.
Satisfied with his thoughts, Sui picked up the novel 'Love Metronome' and left her room.
By then, it was already late. Sui prepared dinner using Blisseys egg. Not only were these eggs nutritious, but they also lifted people's spirits, keeping them happy all day. Sui made sure to cook with them daily for his family's sake.
After dinner, Erina was practically glowing with wifely affection, full of homemaker energy as the meal filled her with dreams of her future as a housewife.
"Sui, would you like some tea?"
"Can I give you a shoulder massage?"
She flitted around Sui like a doting wife, her usual tsundere demeanor replaced by a gentle, caring nature. Sui found it quite amusing, marveling at just how potent the Blisseys eggs were.
Then, with a sly smile, he leaned in and whispered something into her ear.
"Huh? You want me to... do 'that' again tonight?" Erina stammered, her face instantly turning bright red.
She glanced at Sui with a mix of embarrassment and resignation. "This is the last time... Never mind."
Every time she said it would be the last, yet there was always a next time.
Erina sighed, already knowing she would give in once more. There would definitely be a "next time" after this.
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Inside Erina's bedroom, her head hung low as her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her golden hair swayed softly, revealing her elegant, swan-like neck and snow-white shoulders.
"Erina?" Sui called out, gazing down at her.
"Hm?" Erina mumbled, not lifting her head.
"I feel like you're getting better at this," Sui muttered quietly, a slight smirk on his lips.
At first, Erina had been incredibly stubborn, often refusing outright. Later, she would unleash her frustration on him with her tiny, pink fists. But now, things had changed.
Her lips were soft and pink, her tongue gentle and skillful, moving with more confidence than the awkwardness she once had.
Suddenly, Erina paused.
She raised her head, her golden locks framing her face, her cherry-red lips slightly parted. Her violet eyes glimmered with a mix of shyness and irritation as she looked up at him.
"You... you're such a jerk!" she shouted, embarrassed. Then, in a fit of playful anger, she lowered her head and bit him.
Sui flinched, startled. "Erina, don't bite that!" he exclaimed, feeling the gentle pressure of her teeth.
"Hehehe!" Erina hummed softly as she nibbled it, clearly warning him not to provoke her further.
"If you keep this up, the Nakiri family line might be in danger," Sui whispered with a grin. "And your dream of becoming a mother will be over before it even begins."
Veins pulsed faintly on Erina's smooth, white forehead as she ground her small, silver teeth. She looked ready to bite again.
"Erina, I'm serious. If you bite, you won't be able to become a mother," Sui quickly warned, genuinely afraid that her temper might lead to something more painful. He knew all too well how sharp this little wildcat's teeth could be.
"Hmph! Now you're scared..." Erina huffed, raising her head. She opened her mouth to retort, but her expression suddenly froze.
Her face twisted in discomfort.
"It... tastes awful."
The God Tongue, revered by chefs around the world, had once again encountered a flavor so terrible that it left her speechless.
"This is definitely the last time! I'm never doing this again!" Erina declared angrily.
"My God Tongue is practically a sacred artifact to chefs everywhere. I don't know how many have begged to cook for me, offering their life's work just to earn my praise. And here you are, using it for something so ridiculous! Never again!"
"There'll definitely be a next time," Sui murmured under his breath.
"What did you just say?" Erina growled, her face flushing with frustration as she pounced on him.
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Three hours later, after a midnight snack made with Sui's special 'Blisseys Egg', Erina lay curled up in his arms, as content as a kitten after a feast. She looked peaceful, almost like a newlywed wife.
"Erina," Sui said softly, smiling down at her.
"Hm?" Erina blinked up at him, her lips slightly parted as she gazed back, looking adorably dazed.
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The next day, Erina, now dressed in her school uniform, looked every bit the top student's girlfriend as she walked beside Sui.
"Sui, did you bring everything you need for today?" she asked. "We have knife skills class later."
"Yep, I've got it." Sui patted the pocket where he carried his knife.
Knife skills were a key part of the second semester, focusing on handling more difficult ingredients and learning the basics of carving and plating. While Western and Japanese cuisine didn't emphasize knife work as much as other cuisine, it was still crucial for precise ingredient preparation—especially for tricky items like pufferfish.
Sui had brought the Cinderella, one of the prize knives he has. Its small, nimble design made it his go-to tool.
Though the class provided knives, many chefs preferred to bring their own, and it was allowed.
As they headed to school, the two of them, along with Hisako, enjoyed strings of cotton candy, munching as they walked.
"This cotton candy is delicious!" Hisako exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. It was her first time tasting such a treat.
"If you like it, Hisako, I'll bring you more next time," Sui said with a smile.
"Really? Thank you!" Hisako's face was dotted with sugar, and a few strands of cotton candy clung to her nose, making her look like a cute little kitten.
Soon, they arrived at class and joined Megumi and the others in the knife practice room.
The course was being taught by Director Chapelle himself.
"Knife skills are an art," Chapelle began. "I teach this class part-time because knife work is essential in both cooking and presentation. In this class, you'll learn to handle ingredients with elegance—preparing them for cooking or decoration."
"Wait, isn't Chapelle supposed to be a French cuisine instructor?" Sōma asked, puzzled.
"That's because French cuisine focuses heavily on presentation and plating," Megumi explained. "He's an expert in that area."
As they talked, students from other classes started filing into the room, including some upperclassmen.
"Ah, more senpais again?" Soma groaned, scratching his head.
Megumi looked a little pale, clearly nervous.
"Because there aren't many knife skills classes and Chapelle-sensei's schedule is tight, we're all being taught together," Ryoko said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
When Erina arrived, she naturally walked over to join Sui for class.
"Kohai, we meet again," a voice suddenly called out. It was Rindō, who clapped Sui on the shoulder with a grin.
Sui stared at her, speechless.
"What's with that face, Kohai? Don't you want to see me, your beautiful senpai?" Rindō teased, tugging at his cheek. "I miss you every day! You really make me sad."
"Really?" Sui looked at her doubtfully.
"Of course!" Rindō smiled slyly before digging into his pocket. "Now, where's the candy?"
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