Sunset—
When the sun slowly dipped toward the horizon, staining the sky with layers of orange and crimson, the helicopter finally descended onto the island's landing pad.
The rotating blades gradually slowed, with the deafening noise fading into the sea breeze. As the cabin door opened, Akira Fujimiya stepped down onto solid ground.
The people who came to greet him were not Yukinoshita Yukino or Yuigahama Yui, as he had expected.
Instead, standing near the landing zone were Erina Nakiri and Hisako Arato.
Akira barely paused. He walked straight toward Erina and wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, pulling her into a firm embrace.
Erina stiffened slightly.
Her expression remained blank, almost aristocratically composed, but she turned her head to the side, avoiding his gaze. The faint redness creeping up her ears betrayed her true feelings.
Standing beside her, Hisako Arato hesitated for a moment. A trace of envy flickered across her eyes before she quietly stepped away, giving them space without a word.
"The call came from Kazami Nana," Erina said after a moment, her voice calm and controlled. "She said she wants to postpone the competition. She's going to participate in another food competition and told me to take this chance to enjoy a good vacation with you."
Akira lowered his head slightly and looked at her face.
"And what do you think?" he asked.
Erina lifted her chin, meeting his gaze head-on, her purple eyes steady.
"I think, I want more time," she said firmly. "More time to study cooking. To refine my skills."
Akira smiled faintly.
"Then let's watch the sunset together," he said, gently taking her hand.
Erina didn't say anything. She simply allowed him to lead her forward.
At some point, she had already tacitly accepted it—this relationship between Akira and her.
But acceptance did not mean surrender.
She followed him onto the large ship docked nearby, the ocean reflecting the dying light of the sun like molten gold.
Once they reached the deck, Akira released her hand.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke. The wind brushed past them.
"There's a secret I haven't told you," Akira said at last.
Erina turned slightly toward him.
"What secret?"
Akira looked at her seriously.
"I have a perfect God Tongue."
For a split second, Erina froze. Then she scoffed lightly.
"Do you really think I'd believe something like that?"
Instead of responding, Akira leaned forward and kissed her.
The moment their lips met, Erina's breath caught, as he quickly slip his tongue inside her mouth.
And when his Perfect God Tongue brushed against hers God Tongue—
Erina Nakiri opened her eyes wide.
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The perfect God Tongue.
It wasn't simply about distinguishing good food from bad.
It was about perceiving every nuance—the harmony of flavors, the emotional intent of the chef, the subtle warmth or hesitation hidden within each ingredient.
Erina's God Tongue can't do that!
Her's God Tongue could only chase after excellence until her body gave out, until she couldn't eat anything!
{T/N: It is more like she doesn't want to eat them because it's taste not satisfying her, you get what I meant to say right? }
But this—
This was different.
In that instant, she felt everything Akira had tasted.
She felt Kazami Nana's cooking, overflowing with emotion, passion, and an almost reckless sincerity.
This was something Erina herself could not yet create.
{T/N: My bad, looks lime God Tongue is not as Op as I thought, It can't notice the amount of woman he had taste 🤣}
Time seemed to stretch.
When Erina finally came back to her senses, she realized something strange.
The duration had increased.
Originally, a one-minute kiss would only grant her thirty seconds of that heightened perception and relief from her side-effect.
Now—
She could endure the full minute!
And more than that, through Akira's PerfectGod Tongue, she felt Nana's meticulous care and devotion to cooking.
This… this was the key to becoming a master chef.
{T/N: Erina is in Special Chef, where as Somu's fater is in Master Chef, so yea becoming a Master chef is not easy and also above it is the Grandmaster! }
"It seems you felt Kazami Nana's feelings," Akira said quietly, watching her expression.
"You… your God Tongue…How...Is it because.... " Erina whispered, countless thoughts racing through her mind.
"I have nothing to do with your bloodline," Akira said calmly, understanding her confusion. "I obtained the God Tongue through you."
"From me?" Erina frowned. "You also have…?"
She almost said system, but the word refused to leave her lips! Even In front of him!
"Oh, but just so you know, there's an essential difference between your Divine Tongue and a perfect one," Akira continued. "If you want to obtain it, you'll need a Miracle."
"A miracle?" Erina asked instinctively.
Akira tapped his chest lightly.
"Ask your heart."
Erina stared at him, confused.
"What do you think you need to do," Akira said helplessly, "to obtain a perfect God Tongue?"
Erina was stunned.
And before she could respond, he had already stepped off the ship and disappeared down the pier.
Left alone, Erina stood frozen.
Somewhere deep inside, she felt she already knew the answer.
But whether she could accept it was another matter.
Suddenly, a translucent virtual screen appeared before her eyes.
She stared at it for several seconds, stunned.
So… my guess was right after all.
But falling in love with him from the bottom of my heart…
I don't think I can do that so easily.
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Inside the Villa,
When Akira returned to the villa, he found the living room more lively than usual.
Several girls were gathered together, discussing something together.
He walked over to Nishimiya Shouko, sat beside her, and naturally wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
Shouko's face immediately flushed red as she lowered her head, her fingers tightening slightly on her skirt.
"Akira-kun!" Yuigahama Yui puffed out her cheeks, clearly dissatisfied.
"What are you all talking about?" Akira asked casually.
"We're discussing the cultural festival," Yui replied. "Iroha wanted everyone's opinions."
Akira raised an eyebrow.
"Then why didn't anyone ask me?"
"Senpai," Isshiki's voice rang out brightly, "what do you think?"
"I have too many opinions to finish in one go," Akira replied seriously. "After dinner, I'll come to your room and we'll discuss it slowly."
The group of girls fell silent, each with a different expression.
Yukinoshita Yukino rolled her eyes at him.
Yuigahama Yui pouted but stayed quiet.
Yumiko Miura looked a little envious.
Ebina Hina pushed her glasses up, smiling knowingly.
Saki Kawasaki recalled her earlier phone call with her mother, a gentle smile forming on her lips.
Sakurajima Mai pretended not to hear anything.
"Sakurajima-san," Akira continued calmly, "when I went back, I visited the Idol Agency and also met with your sister. I have to say, she's incredibly cute—definitely worthy of being your sister."
"Thank you for the compliment," Mai replied softly.
"Hina," Akira said, pulling out his phone, "I took wedding photos of Totsuka Saika. Want them?"
"Of course!" Ebina Hina's eyes sparkled.
Akira sent the photo.
After seeing it, Ebina smiled in a way that made the surrounding girls a little uncomfortable.
"Yukino," Akira said gently, "I'd like to have dinner with you. There's also something I want to talk about."
"…Okay," Yukino replied after a moment.
Akira then leaned closer to Shouko, bringing his hands in front of her as he signed,
("I'll have Nanajo Setsuna bring the best doctor to the island to treat you, all right?")
Akira asked as he fell like he had fulfilled enough people's dreams—being a miracle for them, he instinctively knew that he should be able to used it again...He had test it one time, by creating a big Miracle and now he had the same intention.
Shouko nodded, understanding.
("You have to believe me,") Akira asked again. ("Believe in miracles. Believe that one day, you'll be able to hear my voice clearly.")
Shouko nodded again, this time more firmly.
("When the treatment is over,") Akira continued, his head against hers, gently, ("we'll go to the beach together. You'll hear the waves, the wind… and the sound of this world.")
Warmth spread through Shouko's chest, as she nodded.
Others also noticed their interaction but didn't say or speak as they too wish for a miracle.
.....
Inside Yukino room,
Dinner was quiet!
As they both continue to eat their food in silence.
After sometime, Akira finally spoke.
"When I went to meet Haruno in her office, I happened to meet Mrs. Yukinoshita, there" he said. "She spoke to me about how to be a ruthless businessperson."
"She also hopes that I'll marry Yukino-chan's elder sister, Haruno Yukinoshita."
"...."
Yukino turned her head slightly, but didn't speak. Her expression same as when he meet her the first time he meet her.
"Your father also seems to agrees," Akira continued. "But ultimately, it depends on the choice between you and Haruno."
Silence followed.
"You and your sister are both incredibly capable," Yukino said quietly.
"Do you also agree with me marrying Haruno?" Akira asked directly.
"This is your decision," Yukino replied, clenching her hands. "Don't ask me."
"Haruno wants you to be happy," Akira said, gently taking one of her clenched hand. "She chose Yukinoshita Construction for that reason. She said your mother never taught her how to love—only how to use others."
Yukino turned to look at him.
Akira smiled faintly and continued eating.
After a long while, Yukino spoke again.
"I… I want to talk to my sister."
"Trying to push me away, Second Miss Yukinoshita?" Akira asked softly.
"No! I just want to discuss it with her…"
"Fortunately, Your mother has changed," Akira said. "Otherwise, she would've forced you to break things off with me, asked you to say that you no longer liked me,"
"Haruno needs your support. She is already of marriageable age. We can hold our wedding quietly. If it were someone else, I wouldn't back down, but for..."
Akira interrupted her, meeting her eyes.
"I'm sorry. The person I love most is you. And the person I want to marry is also you."
Yukino's face flushed as she lowered her head.
"If you try to push me away again," Akira said, pulling her into his arms, "I'll never agree. You foolish second Miss Yukinoshita."
'Or I might agree just to see you suffer, for a maximum of one hour, yea that is enough'
"I'm not foolish," Yukino muttered softly.
And for once, she didn't pull away.
"How much do you like me?"
"More than myself."
She answer firmly, without looking.
Akira Fujimiya looked down at the girl in his arms, his tone calm but probing.
"Do you want to marry me?"
Yukinoshita Yukino froze.
Her fingers clenched slightly against his clothes, her breathing unconsciously becoming lighter. She turned her face away, eyelashes trembling faintly.
"I… I don't know," she replied honestly.
Akira smiled faintly.
"It seems that only when I bully you a little do you become more honest."
"Bad guy…" Yukino muttered softly, her voice barely audible.
The room gradually fell silent again.
The silence stretched, heavy with something, until Yukino's resolve splintered.
She closed the gap herself, her mouth found his—not tentative, but insistent, lips parting to claim him with a heat that belied her usual reserve.
Slurp! Slurp! Kiss!
The kiss ignited fast, tongues meeting in a slick tangle, a low hum vibrating from his throat as he sucked gently on her lower lip.
His palms settled on her waist, thumbs tracing the dress, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse. Yukino responded with a subtle arch, hips shifting to align with his, the friction sending sparks through them both.
She nipped at his tongue—playful retaliation for his teasing—drawing a growl from deep in his chest.
One hand ventured upward, fingers weaving into her silky black hair,
Yukino broke the kiss first, gasping, her lips glistening, eyes half-lidded with a mix of embarrassment and hunger.
"This is... improper," she whispered, but her hands betrayed her, sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to urge him on.
"Improper? With me?" Akira murmured against her, nuzzling the sensitive skin there, inhaling her clean, faint scent of jasmine.
He kissed a trail down her neck, teeth grazing the collarbone peeking from her dress, eliciting a shiver that rippled through her. Her breath hitched, a soft "Nngh" escaping as his mouth latched onto the pulse point, sucking lightly to mark her pale skin.
She squirmed, thighs pressing together instinctively, but Akira's free hand dipped lower, cupping the curve of her ass through the silk—firm yet yielding, the shape fitting perfectly in his grasp.
Yukino's hips bucked involuntarily, grinding against the growing hardness in his pants, the outline of his thick cock pressing insistently against her core.
Heat bloomed between her legs, a dampness seeping into her undergarments, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan, cheeks flaming.
But her body spoke louder, rolling forward to straddle his lap, knees sinking into the tatami on either side of him. The skirt rode up her thighs, exposing smooth, pale skin that glowed in the dim light.
Akira's hands roamed freely now, one sliding under the fabric to caress her bare thigh, fingers inching toward the heat radiating from her pussy.
She was already wet, the neat folds weeping arousal when his fingertips brushed them, parting the soft lips to circle her swollen clit.
"Ah!'' Yukino gasped, head falling back, exposing the elegant line of her throat.
Her tsundere facade cracked further, a whine threading through her voice as he teased the nub with deliberate strokes—slow circles that made her clit throb, juices coating his fingers in glistening strands. "That's... too much," she protested weakly, but her hips chased his touch, rocking shamelessly.
Akira chuckled softly, the sound rumbling against her skin as he kissed her collarbone again. "Too much? You're soaking my hand, Yukino."
He slipped a finger inside her—tight, velvety walls clenching around the intrusion, hot and eager. She was narrow, her pussy gripping him like it never wanted to let go, nectar squelching softly with each pump.
He added a second finger, curling them to stroke that spongy spot inside, drawing out a keening moan— "Haa... Akira!" —her voice breaking on his name.
Her hands fumbled with his shirt, buttons popping open to reveal his toned chest, muscles honed from quiet discipline.
Yukino's palms flattened against his skin, tracing the ridges of his abs, down to the waistband of his pants. With a boldness that surprised even her, she palmed his erection through the fabric—long and thick, the shaft pulsing under her touch, head leaking pre-cum that dampened the cotton.
"It's... so hard," she murmured, fingers outlining the veined length.
Akira withdrew his fingers—slick and shining—and brought them to her lips.
"Taste yourself," he commanded gently, eyes dark with desire. Yukino hesitated, cheeks burning, but parted her lips obediently, tongue darting out to lick the tangy essence from his skin.
The flavor was musky, intimate, and it sent a fresh gush of arousal between her thighs.
He couldn't wait any longer. With a fluid motion, Akira remove her dress completely, the silk parting like water to reveal her body—slender yet curved in all the right places. Her breasts were modest but pert, pink nipples hardening to peaks under his gaze, begging for attention. He cupped one, thumb rolling the stiff bud, pinching just hard enough to make her arch— "Mmmph!" —a muffled cry as pleasure shot straight to her core.
Yukino's hands also worked on his pants, freeing his cock with a spring—thick girth flaring to a bulbous head, veins prominent along the shaft, balls heavy below.
She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking tentatively at first, then firmer, marveling at the velvet-over-steel feel.
Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she swiped her thumb over it, spreading the slickness.
"It's...why does it feel bigger than last time,'' she admitted shyly, as if annoyed at her own fascination.
Akira groaned, hips twitching into her grip, "Fuck, Yukino, your hand feels perfect."
He leaned in, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive tip. She mewled, the sound raw and needy, her free hand clutching his hair to hold him there.
Waves of heat pulsed from her breast to her pussy, clit aching for more friction.
Shifting her weight, Yukino rose slightly on her knees, positioning his cock at her entrance. The head nudged her folds, parting them with a wet slide, coating itself in her juices. They locked eyes—hers wide with a mix of nerves and determination, his steady with affection.
"I want this," she whispered, voice trembling but resolute, before sinking down.
Inch by agonizing inch, she took him, her pussy stretching around his thickness—walls fluttering, protesting the fullness before yielding with a slick clenched.
"Nngh... so full," Yukino whimpered, bottoming out with a gasp, his cock buried to the hilt, pubic bone grinding against her clit.
The sensation was overwhelming— every ridge and vein dragging inside her, pressing against her most sensitive spots.
Akira's hands gripped her hips, fingers into the soft flesh, holding her steady as she adjusted. "You're so tight... taking me like this," he praised, voice husky.
Yukino began to move, tentative rocks at first—up and down, her breasts jiggling slightly with each motion, nipples grazing his chest.
The room filled with lewd sounds: the squelch of her pussy swallowing his cock, skin meeting skin with soft plaps, her breathy moans mingling with his grunts.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Plap!
Plap! Plap!
PLAP!
She found a rhythm, faster now, hips slamming down—chasing the building pressure. Her clit rubbed against him with every grind, sparks igniting low in her belly.
"Akira... harder," she demanded, fire in her eyes, even as her voice cracked with pleasure. He obliged, thrusting up to meet her, cock spearing deep, hitting her cervix with a jolt that made her cry out—"Ahh! Yes!"
Sweat beaded on their skin, the air growing thick with the musk of sex—her tangy arousal, his salty essence.
Yukino's walls clenched rhythmically, milking him, as her orgasm crested.
"I'm... coming!" she gasped, body seizing, pussy spasming wildly around his shaft, gushing hot fluids that soaked his balls and dripped onto the tatami.
Her head threw back, a silent scream twisting her features, breasts heaving with ragged breaths.
Akira held her through it, thrusts slowing to let her ride the waves, but his own release built relentlessly.
"Not yet," he murmured, flipping their positions with effortless strength—laying her back on the bed. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her flexible body, and drove back in—deep, thrust that made her breasts bounce wildly.
"Wait... too deep!" Yukino protested, but her legs locked around him, digging into his back, urging him on.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Each plunge elicited wet schlicks, her pussy fluttering post-orgasm, oversensitive and greedy. Akira's pace quickened, balls slapping against her ass—building to a frenzy.
"Cum inside me," she pleaded softly, honest vulnerability shining through, eyes locked on his.
With a guttural groan, he shattered—cock throbbing, unleashing thick ropes of cum deep into her womb, spurt after hot spurt filling her until it leaked out around his base.
"Yukino... fuck," he rasped, collapsing over her, their bodies slick and trembling.
They lay entwined, breaths syncing, his softening cock still twitching inside her.
Yukino's fingers traced lazy patterns on his back, a soft sigh escaping. "Idiot... that was... intense,'' she muttered, but her tone held no bite, only sated warmth.
Akira kissed her forehead, rolling to the side and pulling her against his chest. "And we're just getting started."
The night stretched ahead, full of promises.
But Yukino wasn't done asserting her tsundere self. Even as aftershocks rippled through her, she pushed at his shoulder lightly.
"Don't get arrogant. This doesn't mean I'll say yes to marriage yet."
Yet her body curled closer, leg draping over his, pussy clenching around the remnants of his cum as if reluctant to let go.
He chuckled, hand sliding down to cup her ass again, squeezing the firm cheek.
"We'll see about that.'' His fingers dipped between her thighs, gathering their mixed fluids—creamy white against her pink folds—and brought them to her lips once more.
This time, she sucked them clean without protest, tongue swirling, eyes challenging him even as arousal flickered anew.
.....
The room's quiet was broken only by their moans and the distant hum of the estate.
Akira's cock stirred against her thigh, hardening gradually, and Yukino felt it—her own desire reigniting, a fresh trickle of nectar easing from her well-fucked pussy.
''Again?" she asked, voice a mix of exasperation and invitation.
"If you'll have me." He guided her hand to his shaft, letting her stroke him back to full—fingers wrapping around the thickening length, thumb teasing the slit where pre-cum welled again.
Yukino's touch grew bolder, pumping with a twist at the head, drawing a hiss from him.
"Like that," he encouraged, watching her face—flushed, focused, the perfect blend of reserve and passion.
She pushed him onto his back this time, straddling his chest, knees pinning his arms lightly.
Leaning down, her breasts dangled temptingly, nipples brushing his skin as she kissed him—slower now, exploratory, tongues dancing in languid swirls.
The taste of their mingled release lingered, salty and intimate, fueling the kiss until she trailed lower, lips mapping his jaw, throat, collarbone.
Yukino's mouth hovered over a nipple, hesitating before her tongue flicked out—wet and warm, circling the flat disc until it pebbled.
Akira groaned, arching into her, the vibration traveling straight to his cock, which slapped against her belly.
"Yukino... your mouth," he breathed, hand in her hair.
She kissed down his abs, tongue dipping into the ridges, savoring the salt of his sweat.
At his groin, she paused, eyes on his erection—standing proud, head flushed dark, a vein pulsing along the underside. Her breath ghosted over it, making it twitch, and she wrapped her lips around the tip tentatively—sucking softly, tongue lapping the pre-cum like nectar.
"Mmm," Akira moaned, hips lifting slightly. Yukino took more, inch by inch, her mouth stretching around his girth—cheeks hollowing with suction, saliva dripping down the shaft.
She bobbed shallowly at first, gagging lightly when the head hit her throat, but persisted, hollowing her cheeks for deeper pulls—gluck-gluck—the wet sounds filling the room.
Her hand joined, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, fingers slick with spit.
Yukino's tsundere nature showed in the way she glanced up—eyes narrowed playfully, as if daring him to enjoy it too much. But the hum she made when he praised her—"So good, just like that", sent vibrations racing through him, balls tightening.
He pulled her off gently before he lost control, flipping her onto all fours.
"My turn,'' Akira said, voice rough with need.
Yukino's ass presented beautifully—round and pert, cheeks parting to reveal her dripping pussy, cum still oozing from her hole, clit peeking swollen and red.
He spread her wider, thumbs pulling her lips apart, exposing the pink interior.
"Akira, don't stare,'' she complained, burying her face in the pillow, but her hips wiggled invitingly.
He dove in, tongue flat against her folds—lapping from clit to entrance, savoring the creamy mix of their essences.
" Haah! Too sensitive!" Yukino keened body jolting, but she pushed back, grinding against his face.
His tongue speared inside, fucking her with wet thrusts, nose bumping her clit. He sucked the nub between his lips, teeth grazing lightly, while fingers pinched her ass cheeks, spreading her further.
The sounds were obscene— slurps and smacks as he devoured her, her moans escalating, ''Nngh... yes, right there",
Her legs trembling.
Yukino came hard on his tongue, pussy contracting, squirting a fresh wave that he drank greedily, chin dripping.
"Akira! I-I'm..." Her voice trailed into a sob of pleasure, body collapsing forward, ass quivering.
Not giving her respite, Akira positioned behind her, cock nudging her entrance.
Plap!
He thrust in one smooth motion—deep, her walls welcoming him with a flutter. Doggy style let him go harder, hips snapping—plap-plap-plap—balls swinging to tap her clit. Yukino's breasts swayed beneath her, nipples scraping the mat, adding friction.
"Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ohhh!", she moans, head turning to glance back, eyes glassy with lust—her face was really beautiful.
Akira gripped her waist, pulling her onto him, cock pistoning relentlessly, stretching her anew. Sweat slicked their skin, the slap of flesh echoing louder, mingling with her cries,
"Ah! Ah! So good!"
He reached around, fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles, syncing with his thrusts. Yukino shattered again, pussy clamping down like a vice,
"Coming... again!"
Milking him until he followed, flooding her with another load, cum overflowing to trail down her thighs.
They collapsed in a heap, panting, bodies entwined. Akira pulled out slowly, a gush of semen following, and Yukino whimpered at the emptiness.
"Stay... inside a bit longer,'' she murmured, tsundere softness in her plea.
He obliged, spooning her, cock nestling between her thighs before he plunged it inside.
"Ahh!"
"I love you, Yukino. Marry me."
She turned in his arms, kissing him lazily. "Maybe... if you ask nicely next time."
But her smile said everything.
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