High Quality at (Food Wars!)
Commission
Thes: Virgin Sex, Mild Femdom, Public Sex
Summary: In which a young man, so low level nobody in the grand sche of things, catches the eyes of the at Master herself, Ikumi Mito.
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As a low level student at the Totsuki Culinary Academy, Kenta knew he was nobody special. He also knew to keep his head down and avoid aggravating anyone. It was especially important to avoid aggravating anyone important, who could ruin his life with a snap of their fingers.
That’s why, when a familiar short stack gyaru a full head shorter than him suddenly appears before Kenta, he goes absolutely still. Because that’s what you do when faced with a predator, right? Freeze up and maybe they won’t notice you.
Except Ikumi Mito, the at Master herself, had already noticed him. With tanned skin, blonde hair, and a bikini top with red flas combed with a pair of cut-off jean shorts, there was no other way to describe Ikumi except… delinquent. But in a school like the Totsuki Culinary Academy, delinquency, much like everything else, always took a backseat to the most important thing of all… culinary skill.
And Ikumi Mito was VERY skilled. Gulping, Kenta can only stand there and watch her as she observes him in turn. Looking him up and down, seemingly assessing him, the at Master finally lets out a dented sounding giggle.
“Mm… I’ll have to taste you to make sure your quality is up to my standards, but on the face of it… you’ll do!”
Before Kenta can truly process that statent, Ikumi pulls out her trusty knife… which is more of a at cleaver to be exact. Before he can react to THAT developnt beyond a fearful widening of the eyes, the blonde gyaru strikes out.
For a mont he expects to feel pain as the apparently cannibalistic ‘at Master’ dismbers him right there on the spot. His rational mind quietly points out that none of this makes any sense so maybe he’s having a nightmare, but this doesn’t feel like he’s dreaming. No, he’s pretty sure he’s awake.
Only, instead of being cut limb from limb by the enthusiastic short stack, Kenta… feels air across his skin? Blinking rapidly, the young man looks down at himself to find that Ikumi hasn’t actually touched his body even slightly with that insanely sharp cleaver of hers. How does he know its insanely sharp then? Well, she’s certainly made mince at of Kenta’s clothing!
With just a few expert slashes and chops, Ikumi has completely sliced off his clothes, leaving Kenta completely naked in front of her… and the whole world, in fact. Fortunately there’s nobody around, but at the sa ti… what was even happening right now?!
To make things even more ridiculous, Ikumi doesn’t hesitate from there. Instead, the at Master drops to her knees right on the spot, bringing her face right up to his cock. Admittedly, just her appearance had been enough to make him slightly hard… though it’s not until she breathes hot air over his mber and presses her lips against it that he begins to truly get aroused.
“Hmm, let test your temperature…”
Really, she’s not so much testing his temperature as she’s increasing it. More and more blood flows to Kenta’s dick as the kneeling blonde nuzzles his cock. It helps that her at cleaver has already vanished as well, disappearing back into whatever hidden space she kept it on her person. Kenta didn’t even remotely begin to know how THAT worked, nor was he going to question it, he quickly decides.
Instead, he focuses on what Ikumi is doing to him, groaning as she nuzzles him to fully erect. Finally, she pulls back, assesses his throbbing manhood for a second in silence before nodding sharply.
“Good, now your at is the proper temperature.”
Proper temperature for wha-?!
Before he can even fully finish that thought, Ikumi shows him… by opening her mouth wide and taking him right past her glistening lips. Kenta’s eyes widen as the tanned blonde begins to go down on him. She doesn’t go too fast at first, seeming to be… savoring the taste or sothing. Her tongue swirls this way and that and she slowly moves forward until the tip of his mber begins to push against the back of her throat.
Instead of stopping there however, she keeps going, until she’s having to continuously swallow his at in order to suppress her gag reflex and keep from choking. Kenta groans so more, tossing his head back as the pleasure mounts. Of course soone like the at Master would be… well, a master at handling his at.
Eventually though, the bulge his sizable, thick cock is making in her neck reaches the choker that Ikumi is wearing and she seems to be stopped there. The tightness of the collar around her throat makes it so that his cock just can’t go past that point. Finally, Ikumi does choke a little bit, before pulling back just as slowly as she dived in.
Her technique is impeccable even with her difficulties, not that Kenta is intending to ntion either. Best for him to just keep his mouth shut as much as possible, he figures. Sure, he might not be able to properly contain his groans of enjoynt as she slides her tongue along the underside of his mber, but that doesn’t an he should try talking. That’s a recipe for disaster and for no doubt putting his foot in his mouth if he’s ever heard one.
Finally, Ikumi has pulled back until just the head of his cock remains between her lips again. She hums for a mont… and then much to Kenta’s surprise, dives all the way back down his mber. At the sa ti, her hands co up and slide around to his buttocks, gripping them tightly as she pulls him in and forces herself to deep throat his entire length.
“Gaaaaaaaagkh!”
This ti, there’s no hope of her actually managing to suppress her gag reflex… not when she’s much more focused on another goal entirely. Her choker provides another source of resistance just like before, but this ti she doesn’t stop and doesn’t let him stop either. She forces the bulge his cock is making in her neck right past her collar, causing it to snap off of her from the force with which she deep throats his mber.
Kenta’s eyes widen all over again… and then almost roll back in his head as Ikumi chokes, gags, and more importantly moans in pleasure, the vibrations from her throat going up and down his cock as her tongue swipes back and forth along the underside of his dick. Too good… way too good.
Before he can even try to hold off, before he can even offer up warning to the dangerous blonde with his cock in her throat… Kenta tips over the edge. He cums right down Ikumi’s gullet and for a mont he fears she’ll be quite angry with him, and that she won’t be able to handle his load whatsoever, especially with so little warning.
But to his shock, Ikumi proceeds to swallow every last drop, guzzling down his seed like no tomorrow and drinking his cum until he’s completely drained dry.
Kenta can only gape down at the insane but also incredible woman as she slowly pulls back off of his cock again, suckling it all the way like… well, like the at Master she is, enjoying every bit of his at for as long as possible. After pulling her mouth off of his dick, Ikumi nuzzles her cheek against it for a mont before getting a gleam in her eye.
“Yes… yes, THIS is high quality at. Heh, it’s ti to cook~”
Again, Kenta is left at a loss for what Ikumi even ans, and subsequently caught completely off guard when he suddenly finds himself on his ass with her looming over them, their positions abruptly reversed as she grins wickedly with her hands on her hips.
“We’re having a Shokugeki, right here and right now! That high quality at you’ve been hiding from is going to be MINE now!”
Um… what? How was ANY part of this a Shokugeki?! But he doesn’t really have a chance to protest before Ikumi wraps her large tanned tits around his cock, letting out a cackle.
“Ti to tenderize the at!”
… He was beginning to suspect that the young woman was just using this all as an excuse to fuck him. Not that Kenta was really complaining. He especially wasn’t complaining about what her version of ‘tenderization’ apparently was, because the ways in which she was using her tits to pleasure his cock were… well, they were eye-crossing in the pleasure they induced. Kenta groans and shudders as Ikumi squishes her tits this way and that, really working her breasts up and down his shaft and making sure he doesn’t even have a chance to go soft before he’s back to ragingly erect again.
More than that, he quickly finds himself nearing a second climax with how insanely good Ikumi’s technique feels on his dick. She really is going all out. Is it to impress him? Or is this just her personality at the end of the day? It’s probably the latter, Kenta muses. He’s nobody special, and certainly nobody worth impressing really.
That said, at least he can warn her this ti. But even as he opens his mouth to do exactly that and let her know he’s about to cum, Ikumi suddenly stops before he can, a teasing grin on her lips as she rises back to her feet.
“Heh! Ti to roast this delectable at!”
What could that even an?! But she doesn’t seem to be thinking about actually hurting him if the way she licks her lips is any indication. More than that, she proceeds to tear off her own clothing, tossing it aside and leaving her just as naked as Kenta is. Popping a squat over his cock, the blonde gyaru grabs his dick with her pussy hovering just above the tip of his mber. Kenta lets out a shuddering breath as he feels the heat emanating from her core.
A smug grin alighting upon her face, Ikumi slowly lowers herself onto his mber, her hot pussy lips engulfing his cock and her cunt walls thodically clenching around his length in the most enticing of ways. Kenta shudders beneath her, his hands instinctively going to her hips in response… but beyond that, he doesn’t do much. He doesn’t have the confidence to grip down tightly and take control or anything like that. Frankly, the young man can still hardly believe any of this is happening.
He WAS a virgin until a mont ago, though he knows it matters less for guys then for girls. Either way, this is his first ti and it’s being had in public with one of the sexiest but also most dangerous girls in the entire Academy riding on top of him.
More than that, Ikumi doesn’t seem inclined to just take his virginity. She also leans forward after a mont and loops her arms around his neck before kissing him deeply on the lips. Her tongue pushes into his mouth and easily slides his aside, taking over imdiately as she begins to ride him right then and there.
Kenta can only let out a muffled groan in the face of Ikumi’s impeccable technique, especially as she bounces up and down on his cock with increasing vigor. Her insanely hot insides do feel a little bit like they’re roasting his at but not in a bad way. Rather, her cunt is cooking his cock in the best way possible, tightly clenching down and squeezing every inch of his dick as Kenta shudders there beneath her.
He was already close before, to be fair, but now… well, now that they’re properly fucking, he can’t last much longer at all. Ikumi doesn’t seem to care though, not with how hard she’s riding him, and so Kenta decides he doesn’t care either in the end. With one last groan into her lips as her tongue explores his mouth, Kenta proceeds to cum, filling Ikumi’s insides.
At the sa ti, he takes a small victory of his own as she suddenly goes cross-eyed and moans, cumming along with him. He actually made her climax. Though how much of that could be considered him when she’d taken charge from start to finish was certainly debatable. Still, ultimately Kenta shudders as he feels Ikumi’s tightly gripping cunt walls milking him for every drop of seed he has.
When it’s finally over and the blonde gyaru cos down from her pleasure high, she pulls back from his lips with her arms still hooked around his neck and gives him a wide, wicked grin.
“This is my victory! I won the Shokugeki, and quite handedly if I say so myself!”
Kenta blinks at that… and the absurdity of the whole situation finally gets to him just a little bit. He knows better than to backtalk the dangerous blonde, but at the sa ti he can’t help himself.
“What are you talking about?! That’s not how this works! That’s not how any of this-mmph!”
Ikumi just laughs and proceeds to shove his face between her tanned tits, silencing him by forcing him to motorboat her breasts.
“Like I was saying, I won our duel, so now your at belongs to ! Got it?!”
To punctuate her point, she pushes back down his cock, her pussy relentless as it squeezes down extrely tightly around his mber. Kenta groans into Ikumi’s cleavage before finally relenting as she begins riding him again. Really, at the end of the day who was he kidding? He was just a low level student at the Totsuki Culinary Academy and she was Ikumi Mito, the at Master.
If she wanted to make him her booty call, Kenta really didn’t have any room to complain… but also as a warm-blooded young man, he really didn’t WANT to complain either. In fact, beyond his objections over her invoking Shokugeki as so weird sex thing, he didn’t mind this at all.
… In the end, while Kenta still might be a little flabbergasted by all of this, there didn’t seem to much he could do to change his circumstances. Nor much that he wanted to do either. So… he might as well ride the lightning, right?
As Ikumi continues slamming herself down onto his cock with a ferocity that both scares and arouses him at the sa ti, Kenta moves his hands to her toned tanned ass and gives her cheeks a squeeze… while at the sa ti going to town on her tanned breasts as well, slurping and sucking and even biting at her nipples in equal asure.
Judging by her laughter and the way she pushes him even further into her cleavage, Ikumi quite enjoys his small show of initiative. So Kenta keeps it up, even as they fuck right there out in the open, their clothes strewn around them. Hopefully nobody would catch them… but even if they did, he wasn’t sure he’d really care all that much.
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