If Shogo went all out, even he didn't know what would happen. That's how little he understood his own cheat abilities.
Still, this was an improvised dish. He wasn't too worried. If he'd had prep time, things might've gotten dangerous. It wouldn't be strange if he ended up creating addicts.
"Well then… It's done."
Shogo placed the plate in front of Erina. What he had made was a simple omelet—something anyone could whip up.
He hadn't tasted it himself, so even he didn't know how it would turn out.
"Wha—an omelet?! You dare serve something like this to Erina-sama?!"
"And yet, Lady Erina looks eager to eat it, doesn't she?"
Hisako frowned at the simplicity of the dish, but the judge was Erina. And Erina couldn't take her eyes off Shogo's omelet.
As if hypnotized, she leaned toward the plate, picked up the spoon he had set aside, and scooped up a bite.
Cooking meant nothing to him. To Shogo, cuisine was nothing more than a means to an end—a mere tool, a mere weapon.
And yet, one thing was certain—
"…Ah. …Hmm, this is…! Ngguh… Ahh… Aaahhhhn!!"
—But fuck, his cooking was delicious.
Trembling even more violently than she had with Soma's dish, Erina's knees gave out. Having anticipated this, Shogo caught her from the front before her face hit the floor.
Overwhelmed by unimaginable flavor, her consciousness wavered. Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his hand against her chest.
'…Damn, they're huge.'
It was hard to believe these belonged to a girl his age. Even through her clothes, he could feel their incredible softness, supreme perfection.
For safety's sake, he refrained from groping, but he did take the chance to inhale Erina's scent as she pressed tightly against him.
By serving his dish after Soma's, he had overwritten the impact of Soma's cooking. The explosive deliciousness had seized Erina's senses, ensuring her attention was his alone.
"L-Lady Erina?!"
"She's fine! No injuries here."
Hisako, who had been frozen in shock, snapped back to reality and rushed over. Recognizing that his window of opportunity had closed, Shogo handed Erina over to her.
"Wh-what kind of cooking did you…?"
"Ah, you're not the examiner, so I'd prefer if you didn't eat it."
"Wha—! …N-no, you're right. My apologies." Shogo firmly rejected Hisako's attempt to take a bite.
This, too, was part of his setup—laying the groundwork for the hunt to come. He wouldn't let her taste it, but letting her catch its scent was crucial.
"Nngh! Hmm…!!" Hisako's expression twisted with sensuality from the scent alone.
Shogo wanted to tear her clothes off right then and there and take her without restraint—but it wasn't time yet. 'Don't underestimate my self-control. For the sake of my ambitions, I'll suppress even the fiercest of desires.'
"Erina-sama. How were the exam results?"
He knelt, bringing himself eye-level with Erina, who still seemed unable to stand. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged—she looked downright post-coital. And judging by how she clutched her skirt, she was probably wet.
'No way a normal chef could handle this~! She's too damn lewd.'
He'd been fighting to keep himself from getting hard this entire time. Hell, he was putting in more effort than when he cooked.
This woman was too erotic—her face, her body, her scent, her voice—everything about her was designed to tempt a man. If it weren't him, no one could've resisted. 'Good thing I had trained for this.'
"…Y-You… pass."
"Thank you. Need help getting up?"
"O-Of course not! …Hisako, we're leaving."
"Y-Yes, Erina-sama!"
And just like that, Shogo Santo's transfer to Totsuki Academy was secured.
He watched as Erina walked away on unsteady, fawn-like legs, supported by Hisako. Once the two beauties were gone, Shogo promptly left the room.
The academy's director was probably hiding nearby, waiting to taste Soma's cooking. If Shogo lingered too long, the old man wouldn't show himself.
But the moment he stepped outside, it hit him.
"…Ah. That was the chopstick Erina put in her mouth, wasn't it?"
An indirect kiss with his granddaughter—what a perverted old man.
"…Frustrating as hell."
Being teased with that erotic body right in front of him, yet forbidden to touch—it was torture.
His cock, strained from all the restraint, was practically screaming for release.
Without hesitation, he dialed the number he'd recently registered—Yaeko's—and ordered her to come to his place.
From the moment he got home until past midnight, he fucked Yaeko's body senseless, leaving no inch untouched.
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Meanwhile, Erina sat trembling on her bed, clutching a pillow to her face, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
The lingering aftershocks of pleasure still coursed through her body, leaving her shaken.
"...What… was that flavor?"
As the possessor of the "God's Tongue," Erina had tasted countless dishes since childhood. Yet even she couldn't comprehend the omelet Shogo had presented to her.
Egg dishes were simple, precisely why they tested a chef's true skill. In other words, they were the perfect ingredient to showcase one's ability.
"…Nn… Mmm… It's… still on my tongue." Even three hours after the exam had ended, Erina remained in her room, utterly paralyzed.
She had intended to experiment with a new recipe, but the overwhelming taste still held her captive. Never before had her divine palate been so thoroughly satisfied.
"...Santo… Shogo-kun."
The moment she whispered his name, her chest burned with an unfamiliar heat. It had been so long since a chef had pleased her tongue to this extent.
Without realizing it, the dish had imprinted itself so deeply in her mind that she couldn't help but recall the very chef she had once admired—except now, it was him occupying her thoughts.
Erina Nakiri—a girl who knew nothing of the taste of love.
A pure maiden unaware of the pleasures of sex, she failed to notice the dampness between her thighs as her mind remained wholly consumed by the chef known as Santo Shogo.