Chapter 27: Inverted Nipple Training (Part 1)
That day, Nakiri Erina sat in her room, lost in thought. The source of her worry was a male classmate she had recently grown close to—Santoku Shogo.
His rare culinary talent and technical skill were overwhelming. Even to Erina, bearer of the God's Tongue, he could only be called a genius.
The dish he had presented when he took first place in the qualifiers was still burned into her mind. It had been so exceptional that she had secretly believed the winner of this year's Autumn Elections was already decided.
No one could possibly beat him. That was what she had thought.
Yet in yesterday's semifinal, Santoku Shogo had lost to Hayama Akira. The Autumn Elections final would now be contested between Yukihira Soma and Hayama Akira.
"—I concede this match."
He had not been visibly outclassed. The two dishes had been perfectly even. That was why Shogo's single statement had decided the outcome. He had voluntarily accepted defeat and taken the loser's position.
"…Why?"
There was no one to answer her question. It was a pure, innocent doubt straight from a girl's heart.
The more she thought about it, the more parts of the situation felt off. His complexion had been terrible, as if he hadn't slept at all.
If he claimed he had stayed up all night perfecting the dish in a final sprint, she could have accepted it—but the result contradicted that. A dish completed after an all-nighter could never have been at that level. Erina, who had witnessed his talent ever since he enrolled, could state that with absolute certainty.
"…Santoku-kun."
She threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow. The soft embrace of the bedding eased her mind just a little.
No matter how much she thought, no answer came. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something had happened. She considered calling him, but her courage failed her before she could press the button. Erina's nerves were not bold enough to ask a man who had just lost why he had lost.
That was why she made up her mind. The next time they met, she would summon her courage and ask him directly.
Believing that the answer would become nourishment for her own growth.
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"~Hekushoo… Did someone just gossip about me?"
Back in my room at the family estate. The place was spotless, so dust wasn't the cause. I didn't feel cold, either. Maybe someone was bad-mouthing me. I glanced around the unnecessarily spacious room while scratching my nose. The high ceilings had taken some getting used to at first, but now I was grateful for all the space—it let me bring in whatever I wanted.
My gaze settled on a single chair. The person sitting there wasn't a guest. It was my prey. The woman I had won through careful preparation and a gamble that relied on luck—Kikuchi Sonoka.
"Hey, wake up~"
I had let her sleep before seating her, so I gave her cheek a few light slaps to bring her back to consciousness. I had used a mild sedative, so this much stimulation should be enough. After five or six gentle pats accompanied by my voice, Sonoka's eyes fluttered open exactly as expected.
"Nn… Huh? Did I… fall asleep? —!? Wh-what is this?! Why?!"
"Whoa, whoa, calm down."
The moment she woke, Sonoka realized her situation and panicked, eyes wide. I couldn't blame her. The chair I had placed her in wasn't ordinary—it was a custom-made restraint chair designed specifically to keep a woman completely immobile.
Her arms, legs, and even every individual finger were locked down without the slightest gap. The restraints were made of soft silicone to prevent chafing, and the chair had a wide range of motion that could even shift her into an M-shaped spread. It existed solely for training women.
"Santoku-san! What on earth… is the meaning of this?!"
"Well, that's my line, actually."
Sonoka's tone was strong despite her confusion. I had already removed her suit jacket, so she was left in just a white dress shirt. Her enormous breasts, no longer compressed by the jacket, bounced heavily as she struggled. The sight was honestly arousing.
"What do you mean? That's exactly what I want to know."
"Eh…?"
"You're way too trusting, you know that? It's obvious you were raised as a sheltered little princess. It's a good thing you didn't go to university. A girl as easy as you would have ended up getting devoured by some other guy."
Sonoka looked utterly bewildered, as if she couldn't comprehend my words at all. Her large blue-green eyes trembled with anxiety, and the parts of her body that were restrained shook violently.
"My target was you from the very beginning. Whether you gave a verdict or what happened with Harukatei didn't matter to me. All I wanted was you."
"…Hii!"
I unbuttoned her dress shirt from top to bottom. Her pale skin and light-purple bra were now completely exposed. I took out my phone and snapped a photo from the front. It was the perfect image of a woman right before she was taken.
"No! Don't take pictures!"
She tried desperately to hide herself, but there was nothing she could do while tightly bound. And no matter how soft the silicone was, thrashing around would eventually cause pain. I didn't want to damage my newly acquired prize, so I decided to move straight to the main event.
"Sorry. Cute underwear, but it's in the way, so I'm cutting it off."
"…W-wait."
I picked up the scissors from the side table and first sliced off her bra. I had never seen a bra this size before. My expectations rose even higher.
"…Whoa. They're huge."
Freed from their confinement, her massive breasts spilled out. Against her flawless, spotless skin, the pink nipples stood out vividly. They were larger than any I had seen on the women I had taken before, and her areolas were proportionally wide.
Then came an unexpected discovery. Kikuchi Sonoka's nipples were inverted.
"Ohh, inverted nipples. First time seeing them in person."
Inverted nipples are when the nipple that should protrude stays retracted inside the breast. Many women apparently feel self-conscious about them because of how they look.
"St-stop… Don't look…!"
Sonoka was clearly ashamed of her inverted nipples. They might not look great on the surface, but anyone who could only judge by appearances was third-rate at best. To me, they were excellent nipples with plenty of room for development. Her body really was erotic from head to toe.
"Don't worry. I'll train them properly for you. …Alright, time to strip the bottom too."
"Eh?! W-wait, please!! N-no! Stop!!"
I cut her pants away with the scissors, leaving her in nothing but her panties. The formal outfit she had worn to apologize had been replaced by something that made her look like nothing more than a slut ready to be trained.
"These next three days… let's get along, Sonoka."
"Um… you said… we'd be doing cooking training…
"…Pfft. Ahahaha! How dense can you be?! You're a total airhead! Being raised as an ojou-sama really does make you helpless. You should have studied more than just health class—you need to learn about the relationship between men and women too. …Though it's already too late for that."
The prey had been difficult to obtain, but the moment she was mine she turned out to be laughably weak. I was genuinely glad everything had gone according to plan. Just the thought of another man claiming a woman this perfect made my blood boil.
"I'm not doing any cooking. What I'm doing is training. I'm going to toy with every inch of your body until it's completely remade to accept my lust. We've got plenty of time… so let's enjoy ourselves, yeah?"
"…No… I don't want this… Let me go home…"
She finally seemed to understand her situation. Sonoka trembled violently, tears spilling down her cheeks. Even her crying face stirred my desire to dominate.
I would turn her into the ultimate meat slave through the ultimate training. There was no need to rush. Instead of doing everything at once, focusing on one spot all day seemed like the right pace.
"The first thing I want to play with is… these inverted nipples, of course."
"Hii…!"
I kneaded both of her estimated H-cup breasts at the same time while tracing slow circles around her wide areolas with my index fingers. The first step was to coax the retracted nipples out. I didn't apply strong stimulation right away; I touched them gently, letting the pleasure seep in gradually. Even that was enough for both nipples to swell and protrude, forming the familiar shape I was used to seeing.
"Haha, they really are big once they come out. They look almost as thick as the first joint of my thumb."
"Don't look… please don't look…! —Naaah!"
"Oh, nice reaction. They must be extra sensitive after staying hidden inside all the time."
I flicked one lightly with my finger and Sonoka let out a sensual moan. It was a voice that stirred desire. My cock throbbed hard against my pants.
"Today I'm only going to play with your nipples. Don't worry, I won't touch anything else. I won't rape you or kiss you. I'll just keep tormenting these inverted nipples until they stay out on their own."
"…Th-that's… impossible…"
"Whether it's impossible or not isn't for you to decide. It's for me."
Smiling at Sonoka's despair-filled expression, I slipped finger cots onto my index fingers and thumbs. They were covered in soft little bumps—perfect for rubbing nipples. It might be overkill for such freshly emerged, weak little nipples, but that was fine.
"Wh-what are those?"
"I'm going to give your nipples a massage. —Like this."
I pinched both defenseless nipples from the base at the same time and stroked them up and down. Slowly, thoroughly, from base to tip.
"Nngh! …Nnn! …Ahn, ugh…!"
"See? It feels good, right? I'm going to play with your sensitive little loser nipples properly~"
"I-it's too much…! …Hyaan! …S-stop…!"
An erotic woman unable to resist as her nipples were toyed with. The sight alone could make a virgin cum. I was recording everything, of course. Maybe I should mosaic her face and sell the video to some rich acquaintance.
"~~~HHH!! …Haa, haa, nnn!!"
For five minutes, then ten, I kept kneading and rolling her nipples without mercy. I varied the pressure, giving her continuous pleasure.
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