Chapter 2: Prime Prey
Totsuki Culinary Institute—commonly known as Totsuki Academy.
It was one of Japan's most prestigious cooking schools, an ultra-elite institution where the graduation rate was said to be less than ten percent.
There were middle-school and high-school divisions, but of course he was enrolling in the high-school section. He had been waiting for this entrance exam day with barely contained excitement. After all, this would be his first face-to-face meeting with the greatest prize of his second life—Nakiri Erina.
"Have a good day, Shogo-sama."
"Yeah, thanks for seeing me off. I'm heading out."
He bid farewell to the maid at the gate and stepped through the massive entrance.
The first thing he needed to do was make contact with the protagonist—Soma Yukihira.
"…There he is."
He spotted the original-story hero walking ahead with a sullen look on his back. The mob characters' mockery of his downtown diner background had apparently already played out.
Soma Yukihira was the biggest obstacle standing between him and claiming Nakiri Erina. To sever the protagonist-heroine connection, he needed to get on friendly terms with the hero right from the start.
"Hey. You here for the transfer exam too? Name's Santoku Shogo. Nice to meet you."
"…Y-yeah. I'm Soma Yukihira."
"No need to be so wary. I don't look down on anyone just because they run a diner."
"You heard all that…? Man, what the hell is this school? I don't get it at all."
While his cooking relied on his cheat, his communication skills were entirely self-polished. Being born into a powerful family had its perks. And since Soma himself had an easygoing personality, the two of them clicked almost instantly.
"At this rate, I wonder what kind of arrogant examiners we're gonna get."
"Haha, yeah… Probably someone who's gonna need a serious reality check."
"Huh? Reality check…?"
"Never mind. Hey, Soma—here they come."
A single girl appeared in the exam hall.
She strode in with long golden hair swaying and an unapologetically arrogant attitude. His eyes were drawn first to the impressive swell of her breasts straining against her blazer, then to the absolute territory between her short skirt and black socks.
"I have been entrusted with today's transfer examinations. My name is Nakiri Erina."
A chef with a body that erotic? That's just unfair…
Still, he knew plenty more characters like her would show up later. Getting worked up over every one would be a waste of time. He simply drank in the sight of her like a starving man, already violating her in his mind.
"Huh? Who's that? She's the examiner? Shogo?"
"Looks like it. The explanation's starting."
Not that he needed to listen—he already knew the script by heart. While Erina had a cooking station brought in because she couldn't be bothered with interviews or paperwork, he spent the entire time lost in fantasies of ravishing her.
"The main ingredient is egg. Prepare one dish. Anyone who can make my tongue sing will be granted admission to Totsuki Academy. Additionally, I will allow anyone who wishes to withdraw to do so in the next sixty seconds."
In that instant, the mob candidates fled like startled rabbits.
They shoved each other aside in a desperate, ugly scramble. And why the hell are they all guys? If there were any cute girls I would've scouted them for the family business.
"H-hey, what the… Everyone ran off."
"Well, she is famous. They say if Erina calls your cooking 'disgusting,' your career as a chef is over."
"Whaaat?! This school makes even less sense now?!"
"Yeah, I feel you."
In this world, cooking decided everything. But that was exactly why his own ambitions felt so achievable—he had no complaints.
"You want the right to serve me my newest creation…? Heh, how greedy of you."
"I-I'm terribly sorry… Lady Erina."
And just like that, yuri mode activated.
The girl staring intently at Erina was her secretary, Arato Hisako. A beautiful short-haired girl whose vivid pink hair just brushed her shoulders. She wasn't quite on Erina's level, but her body was far too alluring for a first-year high-schooler.
Naturally, this girl was on his list of prey as well.
"Can we make anything we want?"
The boy who barged into the yuri scene was Soma Yukihira.
Shogo would have liked to keep ogling Erina and Hisako a little longer, but the protagonist's forced plot progression couldn't be stopped. He quietly slipped behind Soma so he wouldn't fall behind the flow.
The rest of the exchange didn't matter. Soma ran his mouth, Erina and Hisako got pissed—that was all. The moment they noticed his presence, Shogo had only one objective.
To completely subdue the God's Tongue.
"Ugh, it's disgusting!!"
"Whaaaaaat?!"
True to the original story, Soma's "transforming furikake rice" received the stamp of failure. Shogo figured the guy could have passed if he hadn't gone out of his way to provoke Erina, but oh well.
He couldn't even call out to Soma as the boy left in despair, but he hoped he'd be forgiven. Erina's body was twitching and trembling far too erotically; keeping his raging erection under control had taken every ounce of his willpower.
"Haa… haa… One more candidate. Even after seeing Soma-kun's disqualification, you still wish to take the exam?"
It seemed his turn had finally arrived.
His cock had calmed down enough. He could do this.
"Of course. Santoku Shogo. Pleasure to meet you."
"…Santoku. So the rumor was true—the eldest son of the Santoku family really is enrolling at Totsuki."
As expected, Erina already knew who he was. Hisako, standing beside her, turned toward him with a surprised expression. Cute. He couldn't wait to mess up that serious little face with pleasure.
But first—the main target.
In this exam he had to brand the name Santoku Shogo into Nakiri Erina's mind, body, and—above all—her tongue.
"I will show no mercy in my judging. If you're still willing, begin."
"Please wait a moment, my lady."
This would be the first time since his reincarnation that he cooked seriously.
He didn't even fully understand what would happen when he went all-out with his cheat. Even so, this was an impromptu dish. He wasn't overly worried. If he'd had prep time it might have been dangerous—he could easily create addicts.
"And… it's ready."
He set the plate in front of Erina. What he had made was a simple omelette—something anyone could cook.
He hadn't tasted it himself, so he had no idea how it turned out.
"An omelette?! You expect Lady Erina to eat that?!"
"But Lady Erina looks more than ready to try it."
Hisako complained about the overly basic dish, but the one judging was Erina. And Erina could not tear her eyes away from the omelette. As if hypnotized, she leaned toward the plate, picked up the spoon he had left there, and scooped up a single bite of egg.
Cooking held no real interest for him. To Shogo, it was nothing more than a tool—a weapon.
Even so, one thing was certain.
"…Ah… Nngh, this is…!! Ngh… Aah… Aaaaaahn!!"
His cooking was—"delicious".
Erina's body shook even harder than it had with Soma's dish. Her knees gave out and she collapsed. He had predicted it, so he caught her from the front before her face could hit the floor. The unimaginable flavor had left her mind in a daze. Seizing the chance, he pressed his hand to her breast.
Holy shit, they're huge.
They were far too large to belong to a girl his age. Even through her clothes he could feel their incredible softness. He refrained from actually groping her—that would be too risky—but he drank in the scent of her body as he held her close.
By serving his dish right after Soma's, he had overwritten the impact of the protagonist's cooking. With explosive flavor, he had forced Nakiri Erina's consciousness to focus solely on him.
"E-Erina-sama!"
"It's all right. She's not injured."
Hisako, who had been frozen in shock, finally snapped out of it and rushed over. Shogo handed Erina to her, signaling the end of his window of opportunity.
"Wh-what kind of cooking did you…?"
"Ah, you're not an examiner, so please don't taste it."
"Wha—! …No, you're right. My apologies."
Hisako had reached for the omelette, so he firmly stopped her. It was all part of the hunt he would conduct later. He wouldn't let her eat it, but letting her smell the aroma was crucial.
"Nngh! Nnn…!!"
Even the scent alone was enough to make Hisako's face melt into a sensual expression. He wanted to strip her right there and fuck her senseless, but the time wasn't right yet. Don't underestimate my self-control! For the sake of his ambitions, he could suppress any desire.
"Nakiri-san. What is your verdict on the exam?"
He knelt so his eyes were level with Erina, who still couldn't stand. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged. She looked exactly like a girl fresh out of an intense orgasm. The way she was clutching her skirt suggested she was probably soaking wet.
Seriously, being a chef with a body like that is just unfair.
He had been fighting with all his might to keep from getting hard this entire time—honestly working harder than when he was actually cooking. This woman was too erotic for words. Her face, her body, her scent, her voice—every single part of her was designed to seduce men. If it had been anyone else, they wouldn't have lasted. Good thing he had trained himself.
"…I… I will grant you… a passing grade."
"Thank you. Would you like a hand? Can you stand?"
"O-of course I can! …Hisako, we're leaving."
"Y-yes, Lady Erina!"
And with that, his successful admission to Totsuki Academy was secured.
Erina left on shaky legs like a newborn fawn, supported by Hisako. After seeing the two beautiful girls off, Shogo quickly exited the room as well. The headmaster of the academy was probably hiding nearby, waiting to taste Soma's dish. If he stayed too long, the old man wouldn't be able to come out.
But the moment he stepped outside the school grounds, he noticed something.
"…Oh. Those are the chopsticks Erina used. Damn."
An indirect kiss with his own granddaughter—what a perverted old geezer.
"…She must be pretty frustrated."
Having an erotic body like that displayed right in front of him without being allowed to touch it was pure torture. His cock, which had endured so much restraint, was practically begging to be let loose.
He immediately dialed the number he had recently saved— Yaeko's—and told her to come to the house.
Once he got home, he spent the rest of the night until the date changed violating every inch of Yaeko's body.
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Erina sat on her bed, pressing a pillow to her face, tears trembling in her eyes. The lingering shock and pleasure in her body still refused to fade.
"…What was that flavor?"
As the God's Tongue, Erina had tasted countless dishes since she was a child. Even so, she could not comprehend the omelette Santoku Shogo had served her.
Egg dishes were simple, which was exactly why they revealed a chef's true skill.
In other words, they were the perfect ingredient for showing off ability.
"…Nngh… It's… still on my tongue…"
Three hours had passed since the exam ended. She had meant to try her newest creation, yet here she was in her room, unable to do anything at all. The flavor her God's Tongue had experienced was beyond imagination.
"…Santoku… Shogo-kun…"
Just whispering his name made her chest grow hot. It had been a long time since any chef had satisfied her tongue so completely.
The dish had etched itself so deeply into her heart that, for a moment, it even reminded her of that chef she admired.
Nakiri Erina, a girl who had never known the taste of love.
A pure maiden who had never known the taste of sex remained unaware that her panties had been flooded. For a long while, her thoughts were completely stolen by the chef named Santoku Shogo.
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