Chapter 21: Victory and Stress Relief
After pouring two full days of his holiday into Miyoko's training, the main stage of the Autumn Elections finally lifted its curtain.
The lineup for the main bracket was more or less what everyone had expected. The only real deviation from the original story was that Shogo had taken Mimasaka's place and Takumi had advanced from Block A in the qualifiers.
Shogo's first-round match was the third bout of the main tournament. His opponent was Kurokiba. For someone who didn't care who he faced as long as it wasn't Soma, this was a lucky draw. The matchups had been decided by lottery, so it really had come down to pure fortune. He had wanted to secure at least a first-round win; he had no desire to meet the protagonist—who could change the story in unpredictable ways if defeated—until the finals.
The theme for the match was ramen.
After spending days violating a girl who specialized in Chinese cuisine, the irony wasn't lost on him. The noodles themselves would be provided by the organizers, so the real battle would be decided by the toppings and soup. With only one day to prepare, there was no room to hide behind tricks—pure creativity and skill would be tested. It was exactly the kind of ruthless challenge the main tournament demanded.
Well, none of that really matters to me.
Shogo's true goal wasn't the first round. It was the second.
He had already checked the bracket: even if he kept winning, he wouldn't face Soma in the second round. Luck really was on his side. It felt like the gods themselves were smiling on him.
His next target had already been chosen, and he had a clear plan for how to claim her. Whether it worked or not would depend on his own skill.
He felt a little bad for Kurokiba, but the guy had never been in his sights. Shogo held back just enough not to break him, staged a close, exciting match that looked convincing, and took the win.
With his advancement to the second round secured, Shogo left the arena without bothering to listen to Kurokiba's furious vow of revenge. He headed straight for one of the many classrooms scattered across the academy grounds.
He was now sitting on a large four-person desk, phone pressed to his ear.
"Jeez, where did you disappear to, Shogo-kun? Ryou-kun is looking for you, you know?"
The voice on the other end belonged to Alice. She had called specifically to tell him that her servant was throwing a tantrum.
"Ah, sorry about that. Just brush him off for me. I really don't feel like dealing with him right now."
Kurokiba's personality flipped completely depending on whether he was wearing his bandana. The change was so drastic it was almost like split personality. Add in the rage of losing a match and the guy became an absolute pain. Dealing with him was a waste of time—especially when Shogo already hated spending any more time than necessary around other men.
"You're his master, aren't you? At least train your dog properly."
"When Ryou-kun gets like this, there's nothing I can do… And anyway, what's the big idea, leaving without even seeing me?"
"Huh? Did you want to see me? That's cute, Alice."
"Muu… There you go teasing me again… When I lost my match, you didn't come see me either…"
Alice had faced Soma in the very first match of the main tournament and lost, just like in the original story.
The other results had gone exactly as expected. Takumi beat Tadokoro in the second match, and Hayama defeated Hisako in the fourth. The eight chefs advancing to the second round—the quarterfinals—were now set.
"I just thought a crying Alice who got her ass handed to her was adorable. I felt like being a little mean. Sorry."
"…If you properly spoil me next time, I'll forgive you."
"Of course. You don't even have to ask. You're already my girl, Alice."
"…H-hmph! Next time you'd better be the one who calls me first! I'm not contacting you until then!"
"Got it. I won't call until you can't hold out anymore. Later… Oh, looks like it's time."
Without waiting for her reply, Shogo tapped the end-call button with his thumb. Even with such rough treatment, Alice couldn't stop craving him. Three days was probably her limit. A girl in the throes of puberty—especially one raised as a proper young lady—had no chance of resisting the man who had given her sexual pleasure.
"No point wasting time on Kurokiba. I'm in the middle of something good right now. Right, Ryoko?"
He glanced down at his lap, stroked the head bobbing there, and called her name. Ryoko, who had been kneeling on the floor licking his cock, looked up.
Her blowjob technique was still clumsy—she had only started learning recently—but there was a certain charm to an amateur's tongue. Just the sight of the elegant beauty lewdly servicing a man's cock was enough to turn him on.
"Jeez… I can't believe you actually answered the phone… mchu… I didn't expect that… lero…"
"I didn't want to stop just because of a call when you're sucking me so nicely."
"I never imagined you had that kind of relationship with Nakiri Alice too… mchu… lero…"
"Jealous? Don't worry, right now I only have eyes for you, Ryoko."
"…You always say such smooth things… chupa…"
After the match he had texted her to come, and Ryoko had shown up with surprising obedience. Ever since he first slept with her during summer break, they had hooked up several times. Like Alice, she was completely hooked on him. Ryoko used "stress relief" as an excuse, but the truth was she simply wanted to be fucked. At this age it was impossible to resist carnal desire.
Losing in the qualifiers and failing to reach the main tournament had probably added to her stress. Despite her gentle appearance, Ryoko was quite ambitious. She had lost to Takumi—who advanced in fourth place—by a single point. That razor-thin defeat seemed to have fueled her frustration even more.
"You're licking so eagerly. It's cute how obvious you are."
"Nn… You're so mean…"
If the other boys at school knew that the model student Ryoko was secretly having sex with a guy in an empty classroom, they would never run out of nighttime material. She didn't have an official fan club, but she was secretly very popular among the male students. With a face and body this beautiful and erotic, it was only natural.
"…Alright, that's enough."
Once his cock was throbbing hard enough to cum, Shogo pulled it from her mouth and hopped off the desk. Veins stood out prominently along the shaft; it looked completely out of place in a sunlit classroom. He had no intention of holding back with Ryoko, so he skipped the condom. He would fuck her raw and finish inside. There was zero reason to restrain his desires.
"Come on, Ryoko. Get ready."
"…Y-yes… Shogo-kun's… big cock… put it in…?"
Ryoko leaned her upper body on the desk and hiked up her skirt. She was just as turned on; her pussy was absolutely drenched. He had only played with her clit for a few minutes before the blowjob, yet she was already this wet. Girls this age were so rewarding to train. High school girls really were the best.
Following his instructions, Ryoko thrust her ass out, spread her own pussy lips with both hands, and waited to receive him. Her exposed folds twitched visibly, eager and impatient.
Ah, perfect.
This was exactly the kind of school life he had wanted.
Silently thanking the world of Shokugeki no Soma once again for letting him reincarnate here, Shogo slid his cock into Ryoko's pussy, savoring the tight heat as he pushed deep inside.
"Nn…! Aah…! It's so big…!"
"Haha, so erotic. Having sex in uniform inside the academy… what kind of eroge is this…!"
He thrust in a steady rhythm, rubbing every inch of her inner walls. Each time he bumped her cervix, Ryoko's body jerked and her huge breasts—pressed against the desk—jiggled. Even though it was autumn, they were still wearing summer uniforms. The thin fabric had no hope of containing Ryoko's F-cup breasts.
"Yaaah! My voice… nn! It's going to come out…!"
"There's no one around, so you can moan as loud as you want. Let me hear your cute voice properly, Ryoko."
"N-no… It's embarrassing…!"
"Then I'll just have to do this."
"Eh…? …Hyaaan!!"
He stopped thrusting from behind, flipped Ryoko onto her back on the desk, spread her legs, and fixed her in an M-shaped spread. Without giving her time to recover from the sudden change in position, he thrust back inside.
"Nngh! No, my voice…! Nnnnnngh!!"
"I told you it's fine. See? Rubbing right here feels good, doesn't it?"
"…!? …It feels… so good! It feels way too good!!"
Ryoko cried out, long hair splayed messily across the desk. Her body convulsed as she drowned in pleasure. Trying to hold her voice back was pointless. The real thrill came from fucking a girl who moaned like a total slut, ignoring every risk.
"—Ngh! I'm gonna cum! Ryoko! Take it all the way inside!"
"G-give it to me! Deep inside! Cum inside me!!
"Here it comes! Get pregnant!!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhhn!!!"
Thick, hot semen erupted from his cock with explosive force. The moment the five-second orgasm ended, adrenaline flooded his brain.
An irresponsible creampie into a high school girl—one with a bright future as a chef. There were few things more exciting than breeding a woman like this. With so many first-class targets still left in this academy, he once again realized it was pure paradise.
"…Haa, that felt amazing. Thanks, Ryoko."
"...Ah… nn…"
He tried to speak gently, but Ryoko was already limp, legs still spread, unconscious on the desk. Thick white semen overflowed from her pussy, proof of the irresponsible insemination. This was the most satisfying sight of all.
"I'll call you again soon. Take care, Ryoko."
After taking plenty of photos of the erotic scene, he woke her, escorted her back to the Polar Star Dorm, then returned to his own room.
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