Chapter 13: Summer Break Before the Preliminaries
Summer break.
For students, it was a precious long vacation. With more than a month of freedom ahead, it was rare to find anyone whose spirits weren't soaring.
Naturally, Shogo's mood was through the roof.
Summer break was a super bonus stage where he could do whatever he wanted. No annoying classes, no mandatory assignments that couldn't be finished in a single night. He could fuck as many girls as he liked, eat whatever he wanted, and do whatever he pleased. It would have been strange if he wasn't excited.
The other students, however, didn't seem to share his enthusiasm.
Especially not at Totsuki Academy.
"Damn it… I wasn't chosen…!"
"We survived that hellish training camp for nothing…!"
"Yes! My name's on the list! I'm going to work myself to death this summer and make the ultimate dish!"
A large crowd of students had gathered in the academy plaza. The vast majority were first-years from the high-school division, and nearly all of them were staring at the bulletin board.
Posted there were the names of the students selected for the Autumn Elections.
Thirty names each in Blocks A and B—for a total of sixty participants.
"…Block B, huh. I wonder how it went in the original story."
Shogo's name was in Block B. Having an unusual name like Santoku Shogo made it easy to spot; no risk of confusion with anyone else.
"Whoa, Shogo! You got picked for the Elections too."
"Yeah, looks like it."
The one who called out with a friendly grin was Soma Yukihira. From the way he said "you too," it was clear he had also earned a spot. Since Shogo hadn't done anything to drastically alter the main storyline, it was only natural.
"You're in Block B… Guess that means we could face each other in the main tournament. Heh, can't wait."
"No telling how it'll turn out. Everyone who got picked is skilled."
"Bring it on. Wouldn't be fun otherwise."
While chatting casually with the grinning Soma, a handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed boy came running up behind him, shouting loudly.
Since Soma called him Takumi, it had to be Takumi Aldini, the one who specialized in Italian cuisine.
It seemed Takumi had also been selected for the preliminaries in Block A and was now challenging Soma, declaring he would beat him. Right—those two were rivals in the original story.
As soon as Soma started talking with Takumi, Shogo turned his back and walked away. He had zero interest in guy talk and wanted to get back to his room to pack.
"Oh? Santoku-kun. Good day."
The person who stopped him on his way back was Nakiri Alice—the girl whose body he had thoroughly enjoyed just days earlier. Kurokiba Ryo, her attendant, was visible behind her, so they had probably come to check the selection list together.
There was no way these two wouldn't have been chosen, so he kept the conversation light.
"So both of you made the Autumn Elections. Congratulations, Alice-san. You too, Kurokiba."
"Fufun, of course. I am the chef who will claim the top spot at Totsuki."
Easy for you to say. On the bed you were moaning and cumming your brains out before squirting all over the place. Just remembering it made him horny again. How the hell was her body this erotic even in uniform? She was basically a walking public indecency violation.
"It would be nice if the three of us—you, me, and Ryo-kun—get the chance to compete someday."
Shogo nodded without any real interest. He couldn't care less.
"…A-And, Santoku-kun? About the massage I asked you for…"
Alice's slightly embarrassed expression gave him a clear signal of success.
After they had exchanged contact information, she had already sent him one message. The content was simple: I want another massage. This girl was completely hooked.
"The facility only just opened, so the reservation list is packed. Giving you special treatment would be difficult. We have a lot of long-standing VIP clients from the Santoku family's connections."
"I-I see…"
Alice's shoulders drooped. She looked like a small, dejected animal—adorable, but there was no need for her to feel down. He had no intention of letting her slip away.
"—That said, you're a rare friend my own age, Alice-san, so I'd like to do what I can for you."
"Eh? …Then…"
"Yeah. A proper massage at the facility might be impossible, but I could arrange one at our family villa with a private therapist. If that works for you."
"—! Yes, that would be perfect! Could you arrange it?"
"Consider it done. Kurokiba, is that all right with you?"
Given Alice's personality, he knew Kurokiba wouldn't object, but it was better to confirm. After all, the guy was her attendant and therefore connected to the Nakiri family.
"…Yeah, I guess it's fine. Once Milady decides something, there's no stopping her. And if it's you, there shouldn't be any problems."
There are nothing but problems…
They trusted the Santoku name, but at this rate their precious young lady was going to end up getting devoured by him.
"Great. I'll make the arrangements. Let's do it soon."
"Yes, thank you. I'm looking forward to it."
After securing the promise, Alice and Kurokiba left.
She had no idea she was willingly walking into a trap. He would make sure to completely break her next time. He couldn't wait.
Just as he was finally about to head back to his room—
"Hey, you're Santoku Shogo, right? Got a minute?"
He was stopped again.
Seriously? This pattern was getting old. It was like he was a Pokémon Trainer—people kept calling him over. At least make eye contact first.
Slightly annoyed, he turned around. Just as the voice had suggested, the person was a girl. She was a female student whose voluptuous body strained against her thin, short-sleeved summer uniform. With her purple bob haircut and tall stature for her age, plus the sharp, hostile eyes fixed on him, she radiated aggression. He had done plenty of things that could earn a girl's resentment, but he never forgot a face. Who the hell was she?
"Uhh… who might you be?"
"Hah, you don't even remember me? Typical for the guy who topped the training camp rankings."
Her provocative tone and attitude were rude—she hadn't even introduced herself. Since she was clearly picking a fight, he decided to respond in kind.
"Haha, sorry. I don't pay much attention to people at the bottom."
"…Heh, you've got a mouth on you."
Her glare sharpened, and a wrinkle formed between her brows.
It seemed the jab had landed. Good.
"So? Your name? If you're picking a fight, isn't it common courtesy to introduce yourself first?"
"…Hojo Miyoko. The name of the chef who's going to crush you. Remember it."
She was surprisingly straightforward. Mentioning "courtesy" must have worked. She actually had a cute side.
"—…Ah, Hojo. The Chinese cuisine one."
He pretended to remember her from the name, but in truth it was the erotic body in front of him that jogged his memory. This Hojo girl was an original-story character. She didn't appear that often and ultimately ended up as a stepping stone for Tadokoro. That was why her face hadn't clicked immediately.
"So? Hojo-san. Just to ask—what do you want?"
"A declaration of war. I'm going to crush you in the Autumn Elections. Looks like luck is on my side too."
"Come again?"
"I'm also in Block B for the preliminaries. Looking forward to it in a month."
Hojo kept provoking him. Maybe because she had been reduced to a stepping stone in the original story, she showed no fear. She seemed obsessed with results and was probably desperate to make a name for herself at the academy. Rushing through her first year like this… she was really living dangerously.
"You think you can beat me?"
"Finding a reason I'd lose would be harder. What matters in the Elections isn't speed of cooking or flashy gimmicks to impress the audience. It's pure taste."
"…Well, you're not wrong."
She was technically correct, but she had picked the wrong opponent to say it to.
"Are you underestimating my ability…?! Just because I'm a girl, you think you can look down on me?!"
"I didn't mean it like that, but if that's how you took it, then yeah—you must really hate being dismissed just for being a woman."
"—! You bastard!!"
Having reached her limit, Hojo lunged for his collar. She had a fiery personality that matched her looks, but Shogo's collar wasn't cheap enough to let her grab it so easily.
As the son of a powerful family, he had been trained in self-defense; deflecting her was simple.
"If I made you angry, I apologize, Hojo-san."
"…You really piss me off."
"Sorry to hear that. I'm usually pretty popular, you know."
When he tossed out the light jab, she glared at him hard enough to kill. It had been a while since a girl had looked at him with such pure murderous intent—probably since Hisako.
"Well, if you hate me that much, just crush me like you said. If you can."
"…Fine. Santoku Shogo. I'm going to crush you…!"
Now that she saw him as a clear enemy, he decided to add one more provocation.
"Since we're going to fight anyway, let's make it interesting. That way it'll be more exciting for both of us, right?"
"Conditions…?"
"I'm a Santoku, after all. I can't accept a low-stakes match."
Her well-featured face and voluptuous body.
Pale skin and a personality that begged to be tamed.
He had decided to claim Hojo Miyoko.
"Hah, I don't care. I'll accept any condition."
"Good attitude. Let's see… How about we bet our families?"
"What?"
"If you win, Hojo-san, you can use the Santoku family's influence however you like. Whether it's for cooking or to expand your family's restaurant, it's all yours."
"…And if you win?"
"I get the Hojo family restaurant—Hojo Pavilion. In other words, it becomes a subsidiary of the Santoku Group."
Her family ran a renowned Chinese restaurant in Yokohama's Chinatown that had been in business for nearly fifty years. Bringing it under their umbrella would be no loss.
"How about it? Deal?"
"..."
She clearly hesitated at the idea of staking her family's business on her own judgment. At least she still had some sense.
Figuring she wouldn't agree to bet the restaurant, he mixed in some taunting and offered a more direct condition.
"If betting the restaurant scares you, how about you bet yourself?"
"…Myself?"
"That's right. We're planning to expand into Chinese cuisine soon, and we could always use skilled chefs who know the field."
His silver tongue was working overtime again, but he wasn't lying. It was also a practical offer. Having a famous family name opened many doors.
"So I'd become… a chef for the Santoku family?"
"Exactly. Now there's no real downside for you if you lose, right? Lucky you. If you come work for us, I'll make sure you become famous as the 'Too Beautiful Chinese Iron Chef.'"
"…You really enjoy looking down on people. …Fine. I accept those terms."
Only someone from the Nakiri family—or the many other prideful chefs at Totsuki—would be this easy to provoke. It made things convenient.
"The match will be settled in the Autumn Elections preliminaries. …Whichever dish receives higher evaluation wins. Sound good?"
"Yeah. Looking forward to it in a month. —I'll make sure to wipe that smug look off your face, so be ready."
After shooting him one last death glare, Hojo turned on her heel and stormed off.
What a wild dog. He'd have to think about how to train her and put a collar on that neck.
"…Two erotic bodies in a row. …I'm dying here."
After Alice and now Hojo, his libido was through the roof. At this rate he wouldn't get any packing done.
He postponed the packing he had planned for today until tomorrow night and decided to handle the errand he had scheduled for tomorrow right now.
"…Hello? Come to my room right now. Obviously you're not going to refuse, right? —Hisako."
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Being summoned at his convenience and fucked at his convenience.
For the girl named Arato Hisako, such treatment was humiliation equal to death.
Her body was toyed with however he pleased and used as an outlet for his lust. Having grown up far removed from anything male, every experience was new to her.
The electric pleasure that shot through her core, the shame of having her naked body seen in every detail by the opposite sex, the despair of being taught more and more obscene techniques day after day.
She even felt a terror as if her very body was being remade from the ground up.
"—Ahn! Ah… Hyaan!"
The sinister cock thrusting into her pussy.
When it had first entered her, its thickness and length had caused her pain. Now it was the opposite. Instead of pain, she felt only endless, overflowing pleasure.
Her inner walls had been reshaped to fit his cock. What had once been a foreign object was now something her body accepted as exactly where it belonged.
Every time their flesh rubbed together, animalistic, filthy sounds spilled from her mouth. She no longer even tried to hold them back. She had learned that resistance was pointless.
"You're getting used to this. What a cute little slut you are, Hisako."
"Nguuuh! Nnn! Aaaaaahhh!"
Her cervix was knocked again and again. Their bare mucous membranes tangled together.
Ever since she had started taking the morning-after pill, he had never once used a condom. He kept pumping his cum into her without restraint. The moment her womb received his seed, she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness. She was clearly already broken in many ways.
"Does it feel good, Hisako?"
"It feels… so good! It feels so good!!"
Once she had said the words once, they came easier each time.
She wasn't being forced anymore—she was saying them of her own will. It feels good. Give me more. She had completely surrendered to the desire welling up from deep inside her body.
"Where does it feel good? How do you want it?"
"Deeper! Fuck me deeper…!"
"Good girl. As a reward, I'll play with your nipples too."
"My nipples…! Not my nipples… nooo…!"
The moment her attention was focused on her lower half, he attacked her upper body. Her constantly erect nipples were unbearably sensitive. When they were stimulated at the same time, all Hisako could do was moan.
"Since I won't be able to fuck you during summer break, let's enjoy ourselves until morning."
"U-Until morning… that's impossible…!"
"It's not impossible. Come on, here's your favorite prone bone~"
"Nnnngh!! Not there… nooo!!"
Her face and body were pressed into the bed, making it hard to breathe. The position that had once felt suffocating had, after being taken so many times, become something Hisako craved. The large area of skin contact meant she could feel his body heat intensely.
The feeling of being forcibly taken had been replaced by a sense of being enveloped and protected.
"Nguh, chu… nnn…"
She no longer resisted the greedy kisses—she actively sought his tongue. They exchanged sloppy, saliva-filled kisses again and again. She no longer felt any physiological disgust; her cheeks slackened in melting pleasure.
After an hour, they finished their first round—shorter than usual—and took a break. The meal Shogo had prepared was, for Hisako, the greatest reward of all.
"Congratulations on making the Autumn Elections, Hisako."
"…Yeah. …Thank you."
She no longer felt any real resistance to eating completely naked. At most she pulled the sheet up to cover herself, as if that were enough.
"I already told you, but I won't be able to fuck you during summer break. Sorry."
"D-Don't apologize for that! …It makes it sound like I'm the one who wants you."
"Hm? You do, don't you?"
"Wha—!"
The way her face turned bright red made any excuse pointless.
Arato Hisako had completely fallen for the man named Santoku Shogo.
"During summer break, focus on developing your dish for the Elections. I think you'll be fine, though."
"…I don't need you to tell me that. For Lady Erina's sake, I cannot afford to lose."
At Hisako's quiet murmur, Shogo gave a small laugh. He sat down beside her on the bed and draped an arm around her shoulders.
"That's fine. For now."
"…For now?"
"Eventually I want you to live for me, not for Erina."
"Wh-What are you saying?! You—!"
"Haha, you really are adorable, Hisako."
She didn't brush away the hand gently stroking her head.
She was simply surprised by how much she was comforted by its warmth.
"I'm looking forward to your Chinese dish, Hisako."
Using the theme of the preliminary round as motivation, Shogo spurred her on.
For some reason, Hisako found herself smiling at his light teasing.
And at the same time, she understood. She was made to understand.
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That she now belonged to this man—body and soul.
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Completely.
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