Commission 1 - A Taste of Indulgence

Commission

A Taste of Indulgence

Fandom: Shokugeki no Soma

For: A-Spectre

The serene, beautiful calm of the director’s office at the Totsuki Culinary Academy was shattered when a calamity burst through the large, heavy oak doors with all the grace of a rampaging bull.

Nakiri Erina’s hopes were instantly dashed when her violet eyes flicked up in excitement and they spied a familiar head of obnoxious, blinding-white hair.

She returned her attention to the report she was reading on her laptop, letting out an audible sigh that easily travelled across the spacious office and met her uncaring cousin’s ears.

Naturally, Nakiri Alice didn’t care if she was a bother—especially if the person she was bothering was her cousin.

‘Have you even left your office this week, Erina-chan?’

Alice knew she hated it when she referred to her so patronisingly. That was okay though— she, too, could play that game.

It was a game they’ve been playing since they were children, after all.

Lifting her gaze from her computer screen once more, she adjusted her reading glasses and favoured Alice with a deadpan stare. ‘You’re one to talk, you vampire.’


Alice, far less skilled at controlling her emotions than Erina, puffed up in annoyance at her hated nickname, her fists balled at her sides and her tongue poking out childishly.

Despite the ridiculous spectacle, Alice was a devastatingly beautiful woman.


Erina brushed a stray lock of her golden, auburn hair over her shoulder, the silk of her blouse whispering against sun-warmed skin. She knew she cut an elegant figure—polished, poised, refined—but beside Alice, all casual mischief in a flowing white sundress, sparkling crimson eyes and a tumble of snowy hair, she sometimes felt almost too composed - a fact her cousin never let her forget. 

Alice's beauty was effortless, sun-bright and bold, where Erina's felt more like a delicate recipe—one perfected through precision, patience, and just a little indulgence.

Even in her own mind, Erina knew that was her insecurities once more rearing their ugly head, but she couldn’t help it every time she compared herself with her cousin.

Rather than respond in kind, Alice hopped up on the opposite side of Erina’s desk and made herself at home. Sighing and knowing she wouldn’t get any work done with this menace pestering her, she closed the lid of her laptop and slipped her reading glasses into their case beside her.

‘Can I help you?’

‘I’m glad you asked!’

Erina’s eye twitched in annoyance.

‘When was the last time you got laid, cousin?’

The other eye joined it.

‘I don’t see how that’s any of your business.’

‘Wow, that long huh?’ Alice teased, turning to her side and favouring Erina with a sly grin. ‘If I were to spread your legs right now, am I going to need to blow off the dust?’

Alice cackled with glee, clearly pleased with her own wit. Erina could only screw her eyes shut and sigh, rubbing at her temples to stem the inevitable headache.

This is what happens when I give Hisako the day off…

‘Alice, I'm busy. Do you actually need anything, or are you just here to make sure my therapist earns her pay?’

Alice pouted childishly again at the jibe. It would have been adorable had Erina not been on the receiving end of the look over a million times. 

‘I need you to be my wing lady tonight.’ The casual nature with which she dropped such an absurd statement no longer surprised her. ‘There's a hot party, and I'm horny.’

‘You're married.’

Alice waved her riposte off with contemptuous disregard for her husband. ‘Ryo doesn't care.’ Then she frowned and tilted her head from side to side in thought. Erina thought Alice might actually be sensible for once, but then she grinned impishly and opened her mouth. ‘He doesn't care until I tease him about it—then he cares, he cares so hard.’

Erina cursed the heat that suffused her features. She found it increasingly difficult to control the anger bubbling in her breast—and she hated herself for it. 

‘Alice, I'm busy and I'm not interested. I'm also with—!’

Before she could finish her tirade, Erina bit her tongue to cut off her own words. Alice, the menace that she was, knew exactly what she was going to say though. 

‘What?’ the white haired hellion teased with a tone oozing with mirth and condescension. ‘You're with Soma? You two aren't even in the same country for more than a few nights a year, let alone the same bed.’

Seeing Erina's face redden, Alice did what she did best. 

She twisted the knife a little more.

Spinning around in the desk, Alice crossed her legs and leaned in close.

‘Tell me I'm wrong, Erina-chan. At best you're a convenient fuck buddy when he comes home to see his father—nothing wrong with that, of course. We all have urges…’

Alice was in her element, clearly enjoying tormenting Erina immensely. 

‘Be honest though, you can't tell me you aren't feeling the itch. There's only so much your fingers can handle…’

Erina would rather die than admit it out loud, but despite how much she tried not to think about her desires, to completely drown them with work…her cousin was absolutely right. 

And it galled her to admit it, even mentally. 

The weird relationship she and Soma shared barely deserved the name, even if there was something between them. 

That being said, the little time they did spend together, the release of months of pent-up lust and desire was always magical. 

It's just… not enough. 

That didn't mean she'd let her annoying cousin walk all over her though.

‘I'm not a child anymore Alice, you're not going to goad me into anything.’ With her face set in an annoyed frown, she dismissed the menace with a casual wave of the hand. ‘Go find someone else to go clubbing with.’

Alice stared deep into Erina’s eyes, hypnotic crimson meeting indifferent violet, before all signs of mirth drained away from her features and she hopped off her desk with a shrug. 

‘I don't know why I even bothered wasting my time,’ she lamented as she slowly made her way towards the exit with a disappointed sigh. ‘It's not like I didn't know exactly what you were gonna say—not that that's much of an achievement, everyone always knows what you're going to say, what you'll do…’

She couldn't help herself. 

‘I beg your pardon?’

Erina berated herself for taking the bait, but the words were already let slip, the mistake made, now her curiosity demanded satisfaction. 

Instead of giving her the answer she wanted, Alice let out a delighted cackle and spun on her heels, leaning forward menacingly with her fingers interlocked behind her back. The pose and her low-cut be sundress highlighted her generous cleavage beautifully - ironically, the only thing both women had in common besides their names.

Alice wagged a pale finger at her like Erina was a misbehaving child. ‘Don't play dumb Erina-chan. Don't act like you don't already know everything I'm saying to be true.’

‘Such as?’ Erina challenged with a raised, honey-blonde eyebrow. 

Alice scoffed and straightened and Erina bristled, her pride challenged as her cousin had the gall to look down her pert nose at her.

‘Erina, you and I and everyone else knows you're the most boring, predictable woman alive.’ Alice scoffed and her condescending look shifted to one of disgust. ‘It's no wonder why Soma isn't in a hurry to come back home to you…’

Erina hadn’t even noticed she was squeezing her glasses case in a white-knuckled death grip until she heard it creak and strain in her first. 

Seeing Alice's smile widen at the uncharacteristic, unintentional show of her true emotions made everything so much worse.

Erina ground her teeth, her jaw aching as she watched her cousin casually stroll out, her work apparently done.

Of course, it was never that simple when it came to Nakiri Alice and Erina almost cried in frustration when the white-haired demon spun on her heel once more, a thoughtful finger on her chin. 

‘Actually, I have a brilliant idea!’

‘Please,’ Erina ground out through gritted teeth, still feeling a little hot under the colour, her emotions running wild. ‘I'm so eager to hear it.’

‘Let's have a shokugeki!’

That poured a cold bucket of water on her simmering rage. ‘What?’

‘You heard me,’ Alice countered with a roll of her eyes. ‘When was the last time we had a bout?’

Erina smirked and leaned back in her high-backed, comfy chair, crossing one stocking-clad leg over the other. ‘Three years ago—I beat you handily.’

It would be childish to admit that Erina took immense satisfaction at seeing her cousin's face flush with anger, her cheeks puffing up like a hamster’s.

…So she didn't.

Though clearly annoyed at being reminded of her repeated losses, Alice plowed on. ‘So? Are we doing this?’

Erina calmed herself, the thought of getting back in the kitchen for the afternoon actually sounded rather appealing—schooling her annoying cousin was just what the doctor ordered.

‘I hesitate to ask but…stakes?’

Alice answered so quickly Erina's eyes narrowed in suspicion. 

‘If you win, I'll finally become an instructor here at Totsuki. For ten years.’

Erina's mouth fell open then snapped shut with an audible clack when she realised she'd let her emotions play out of her face.

As annoying and impossible as Alice was to deal with, Erina couldn't deny her cousin's peerless knowledge of molecular gastronomy. As the director of Totsuki, it was incumbent upon her to put aside her feelings and hire the best. 

And no one was better than Alice.

Erina allowed herself a mental smirk. 

In her own, incredibly niche field, at least. 

Regardless, despite asking her to teach on several occasions, even going so far as to cite her duty to the Nakiri clan, Alice had blown her off every time, citing other commitments. 

Offering herself up for ten years was too good to be true. Suspiciously so. 

Erina's eyes narrowed. ‘And if hell has frozen over and you win?’

Erina thought she deserved a pat on the back for not allowing her mirth and incredulity to be heard in the tone of her voice. Judging by the way her cousin's eyes narrowed in challenge though, she hadn't been as successful in keeping her thoughts from her expression.

‘Then not only do we go out tonight, but until the sun rises tomorrow morning, you won't be allowed to refuse anything I ask of you.’

An uneasy feeling settled in Erina's gut. The likelihood of her losing a shokugeki to anyone but Soma was hilariously low… but her cousin's confidence and the fact she'd very obviously come to see her with this eventuality not only in mind, but as her goal…

She has a new dish…

The thought of not being able to refuse Alice anything? Knowing what Alice was like, that could be disastrous. 

The possibility of welching on the punishment never even crossed her mind. The law of the shokugeki was absolute, especially for the director. 

‘What's with that scary look Erina-chan? Are you scared of widdle ‘ol me? Worried you'll lose?’

She was being goaded.

It was working.

Erina steeled her resolve and mentally admonished herself and her insufferable insecurities. 

She's never beaten me before, and she won't beat me now. 

Erina schooled her features and returned Alice's mischievous, challenging glare with one of her own. 

‘If you were that eager for a job, Cousin, all you had to do was ask.’

Alice's grin wouldn't have looked out of place on the Cheshire Cat’s smug, furry features.

-

The hall was tense, a vacuum of sound.

Even after Erina's masterful dish— a flawless reimagining of haute cuisine—the three judges sat uneasily. Their tongues still hummed with lingering flavours, but their eyes were locked on the challenger.

Nakiri Alice stepped forward, carrying only a single glass pedestal, atop which floated what looked like a perfect pearl, misted in shimmering vapor.

‘A single bite,’ Alice said with a mischievous grin, ‘but it holds a whole world inside.'

The judges leaned forward radiating cautious curiosity and scepticism in equal measure. 

One of them, a renowned food critic, scoffed. ‘One bite against the Director’s banquet? This is folly!’

But as the first judge gently lifted the orb to their lips, it cracked with the lightest pressure, releasing a soft sigh of aroma—a bloom of delicate apple blossom and thyme.

The judge froze mid-bite, eyes widening with disbelief and wonder.

The orb melted, and the experience began.

First, a gentle spring broth, so pure it sang of newborn greenery. Then—a sudden pivot—roasted nuts and velvet-like foie gras swirled into focus, bold yet silken on the tongue. A moment later, tender seared beef with a whisper of dashi filled the senses, grounding the palate with umami so rich and profound it felt primordial.

And just as the richness reached its crescendo, a faint sweetness unfurled—a nostalgic echo of childhood, roasted chestnuts and a mother’s warm hand pulling you from the cold.

The judge slammed the table with both hands, gasping, tears springing to his eyes.

‘This… this is a journey!’ he cried, his voice thick with emotion, ‘not a dish! It's a memory woven into flavour!’

The second judge, eyes wide with disbelief and barely able to speak, nodded fervently.

‘She's… compressed the entire experience of a full-course meal... into a single, seamless bite! The textures, the sequencing—!' He clutched his chest as if steadying himself. ‘It evolves naturally! There's no clashing! No disruption! Every stage blooms into the next!’

The third judge, an old master of French cuisine, wept openly. ‘Even if the Director’s dish was a demonstration of genius, of refinement… Alice-sama has cooked—no, manifested—time itself! She's sculpted emotion out of flavour! She has overturned the laws of culinary presentation!’

A low murmur swept the hall.

Erina's face, composed and self assured only moments ago, had turned ghostly pale.

‘No,’ she whispered, fingers curling tightly at her sides. ‘That's... impossible.’

The head judge rose to his feet, voice ringing clear across the hall. ‘By unanimous decision, the victory goes to Nakiri Alice-sama!’

The hall exploded into cheers, gasps, and stunned silence in equal measure. Erina had never lost a Shokugeki before, at least not publicly.

Alice, radiant with triumph, turned and sauntered toward Erina, hands behind her back.

Almost in a daze, panic threatening to overwhelm Erina, she watched as Alice set down a perfect, little gastronomic pearl of her own—on its own glass pedestal. 

The look of smug satisfaction on her cousin’s annoying face made Erina want to take the delicate little sphere the judges were still raving about and hurl it at the wall.

That was her inner child talking, and it was unbecoming of one such as herself. If even Yukihira Soma could be gracious in defeat, she herself wouldn’t be found wanting.

No matter how much defeat stung.

Swallowing her pride, Erina carefully picked up the small, delicate dish with the supplied spoon and put it in her mouth.

The moment the pearl touched her tongue, Erina's breath caught.

It’s... cracking... no… dissolving?

The fragile shell gave way to a gentle, warming broth, delicate and ephemeral, so pure it felt like she was breathing spring itself.

Erina's chest tightened.

No… this isn't just flavor. This is... a sensation.

Before she could anchor herself, the next wave broke—the earthy richness of roasted nuts, a glimmer of foie gras, velvet-soft and perfectly seasoned. A memory floated unbidden to the front of her mind; sitting by the fire at her grandfather’s estate... a fleeting moment of peace, of safety.

Her violet eyes widened, pupils quivering.

She's weaving... emotions... into the taste?!

The core of the pearl bloomed suddenly—a heady burst of seared meat, so profoundly umami it felt ancient, primal. It pulled her downward, grounded her in a way her own refined, perfect dish could never hope to.

Her flavors aren't fighting for attention... they’re holding hands, dancing, flowing…

The final stage unfolded, light as a dream. A breath of vanilla and sweet roasted chestnut, faint and lingering, leaving behind the aching sense of something precious, and gone.

Before she could steel her emotions, Erina felt her eyes begin to water and tears threatening to spill.

No... no, no! This isn't fair! How can something so modern—so technical and scientific—feel more human, more alive, than anything I’ve ever cooked?!

Her own dish, perfect and unyielding, now felt cold and sterile by comparison.

Alice’s dish hadn't just delighted the tongue—it had wrapped around the soul, whispered stories, and left a mark that no technique alone could replicate.

Erina’s hands trembled lightly as she set the glass pedestal back on the table.

This is what I've always feared… That perfection alone is not enough.

She swallowed thickly, heart hammering against her ribs.

It was a bitter, crushing pill to swallow, but the truth was still working its way through her taste buds.

Alice... you've surpassed me.

Erina grit her teeth as white-hot rage blossomed in her breast.

No, I let myself get surpassed. This is a lesson Soma taught me years ago, and I just let myself stagnate…

A soft, gentle hand brushed lightly against her arm, pulling her back to reality—Alice, still smiling like the cat who caught the canary.

‘You’re mine, Erina-chan,’ she said sweetly, her crimson eyes glinting dangerously. What was most infuriating of all, was that Erina saw in her cousin’s expression not elation or pride that she’d finally gotten one over her betters, but instead a giddiness and excitement that churned her stomach. 

She would have a new toy to play with… 

‘Anything I say, until sunrise.’

Erina’s mind raced with horror.

She hadn’t seriously considered the implications of her potential loss until that very moment…

Anything? What does she even mean by that?! How much is she going to try and humiliate me?! My reputation will be ruined!

Visions of herself forced into ridiculous outfits, or dragged along to participate in twisted, outrageous experiments, or worse, activities, flashed through her mind.

Her legs threatened to give out from beneath her.

This is a nightmare. A waking nightmare.

Alice leaned in close, whispering against her ear, ‘Do get a grip Cousin, you’re embarrassing yourself.’ She pulled back, her smirk positively demonic. ‘The night is still young, after all. We haven’t even gotten started.’

Erina shuddered violently, realizing with growing dread that the true battle was only just beginning.

‘Meet me in your office in one hour.’ Alice gave her the whispered order like a devil who held their target’s soul in the palm of her hand. Erina could only nod shakily, not for a moment even thinking to break the ironclad pact of the Shokugeki.

She’s going to ruin me.

Later, in her office, Erina stood with her arms crossed waiting for her humiliation ritual to begin. 

‘What are we waiting for?’

‘I’ve invited a guest,’ Alice said disinterestedly, her face glued to her phone. ‘He’ll be here momentarily.’

What—?

The door to Erina's private office slammed open without so much as a knock.

In strutted a tall, rail-thin man wearing tight silver slacks, a billowing patterned blouse, and sunglasses so large they could have been used to look into deep space. His hair was slicked back with enough product to survive a hurricane, and he carried a battered leather portfolio under one arm like a weapon.

He stopped dead center in the room, planted a hand on one jutting hip, and gave the two girls a once-over that could only be described as surgical.

He first turned to Alice, scrutinised her, before letting out a grunt and nod of approval. He then turned to Erina and, after giving her body a once-over—clearly not thinking much of her no-nonsense pantsuit—he let out a long, theatrical sigh.

‘Hmm,’ he drawled, voice dripping with disinterest. ‘A canvas... of sorts.’

Erina was horrifically offended, and she didn’t even know why.

Alice clapped her hands together, completely unfazed and answered in kind, in perfectly enunciated French. ‘Thanks for coming on such short notice, Monsieur Laurent.’

Laurent waved her off like she was a particularly tedious and annoying housefly.

‘Spare me the gratitude, darling. I’m not here for you.’ His voice curled with disdain. ‘I'm here because your yen is just desperate enough to amuse me.’

He opened his portfolio with a flourish, not looking at either of them.

‘Now,’ he said, flipping through sketches, ‘tell me your fantasies so I can figure out how to make them marginally tolerable.’

Alice turned to Erina with a sparkling grin, whispering in Japanese, ‘Don’t worry. This is just how he is.’

Erina frowned, crossing her arms. ‘What's he saying?’

She’d caught some of the exchange—enough to know the man was horrifically rude—but they were speaking too fast for Erina to follow. As director of Totsuki, Erina had been forced to learn many languages, but she was still only passable in English, French, Italian and Cantonese.

Not like her grandfather, who seemed to be a natural polyglot.

Alice giggled. ‘That he's very excited to work with us.’

Erina rolled her eyes as Laurent snapped his fingers impatiently.

‘Chop chop, dears! Time is money, and my patience is priceless. Off with the clothes.’

Erina recoiled, her face blooming scarlet.

Even if she hadn’t understood that, his hand gestures made his meaning abundantly clear.

‘What did he just say?’ she demanded, glancing nervously at Alice.

Alice bit back a laugh. ‘He needs us to remove our outfits so he can take measurements.’

Laurent sighed theatrically again. ‘Honestly, must I spell it out? You can’t expect me to craft miracles while you’re still wearing last season’s shame.’

Erina sputtered something unintelligible while Alice, already unfastening the jacket she wore over her sundress with an easy grin, shot her a wink.

‘Come on, Erina-chan,’ she teased. ‘You survived being humiliated at the shokugeki. You can survive this.’

Later

The warm glow of the mirrored fitting room bathed the two girls in soft light.

The final pins were removed and the seamstress assistants scattered like leaves before a storm, leaving the girls alone with their reflections… and with Monsieur Laurent, who remained perched against a chaise, swiping disinterestedly through his phone.

Erina turned toward the mirror first, and gasped.

The Forest Nymph that stared back at her was breathtaking—ethereal, utterly untamed… and positively shameless.

Vines, impossibly delicate and rich in color, coiled up her legs, tracing the lines of her body with almost indecent intimacy. Leaves grew from said vines and were softly glued to her skin, each sprinkled with crushed emerald fragment and meticulously placed, covering her modesty by sheer suggestion alone.

Her skin gleamed beneath translucent swirls of iridescent body paint, highlighting the gentle curve of her hips, the taut lines of her stomach, the subtle hollow at her collarbone. Erina gaped at the absurd costume, turning her body from left to right and marvelling at how the light caught the crushed gemstones, making her entire form sparkle like magic.

It was beautiful.

It was insane.

Her cheeks burned - a furious, helpless flush. It covered everything important…but only just. Most of her large breasts were still fully visible and sagging without the support of a bra, and the leaf and string covering her privates would make a swimsuit model blush.

There’s no way I can wear this in public… This is madness! Everyone will stare! I’ll get arrested!

Her costume and make-up had taken several hours to assemble, and not once during that time had Erina looked over to see what her cousin was getting up to.

With a queasy feeling in her stomach, Erina turned just in time to see Alice admiring herself in the full-length mirror, one hand on her hip, the other adjusting the brim of an oversized, wide-brimmed, black velvet, pointed witch’s hat. For a moment, Erina said nothing—mostly because her brain hadn’t caught up with her eyes.

The bodysuit—she had no better way to describe it, lace leotard, perhaps—clung to Alice like a second skin, sheer and bold, its black embroidery curling over her body in deliberate, attention-grabbing lines. The patterns framed her chest, hugged her waist, and drew sharp, arrow-like shapes down her legs. But the center, at her core—Erina’s gaze flicked lower, then sharply back up in embarrassment—wasn’t framed so much as exposed. If there was fabric covering her down there, it was either transparent or simply not there at all. Only a few daring swirls of lace ran close enough to suggest coverage, though Erina suspected the real illusion lay in grooming, good genes and confidence.

The crimson, crushed velvet cloak offered no help and little in the way of modesty—short, cut to mid-thigh, its collar lined with midnight-black raven feathers that gave it a wild, mystical flair. It fluttered and caught the light unevenly when Alice turned slightly, more dramatic and provocative than protective.

Though given Erina was pretty sure she could make out her cousin’s bald, naked nether lips unashamedly exposed in the shadowy cleft between her pale thighs, she wondered if the cape covered a little more than it usually did, particularly in the rear.

She looked half sorceress, half succubus. 

How…apt.

Erina blinked. ‘Alice… where exactly is your dress? Skirt? Panties?’

Alice just smirked at her reflection, admiring her striking costume with sparkling eyes that matched her new cloak. ‘Who needs them?’

Erina made a sound halfway between a piteous whine and a sigh. ‘You’re going to get us arrested.’

‘Please,’ Alice waved a hand at her dismissively, utterly unconcerned with such things, apparently. 'At this party? If anything, we're too modest.’

Erina silently gulped, her tummy starting to feel queasy.

Where is she taking us…?

Across the room, Monsieur Laurent flicked a glance toward them, utterly unfazed and seemingly over it all.

‘My secretary will contact you about the fee,’ he said, voice dripping with disinterest. ‘Do try not to embarrass me while wearing my work.’

Without waiting for a reply, he swept out, leaving only the lingering scent of his fresh cologne and their stunned reflections behind.

The door clicked softly shut.

Alice turned to her cousin, a predatory grin on her face. Erina stiffened as the slutty sorceress glided over and stood behind her, her pale fingers reaching up from behind to run across her collarbone. Her skin prickled with goosebumps everywhere she touched and Erina shuddered, part revulsion, part humiliation.

Alice wasn’t toching her for no reason however, her crimson eyes no-doubt locked on her favourite part of Erina’s costume—the only thing she’d requested of the enigmatic costume designer.

At the base of her throat, woven as if from the forest itself, sat a delicate collar—a seamless band of intertwined golden threads and living vines, so fine it was almost filigree.

Tiny emerald leaves sprouted at intervals along its length, each one trembling softly with her slightest movement, catching and reflecting the warm light. Inscribed into the weave, faintly glowing runes pulsed with a muted golden-green light—not harsh, but undeniably alive, thrumming in quiet time with her heartbeat. 

A part of Erina wished she’d paid more attention to the humiliating ritual she’d been subjected to, if only to know how the apparently famous costume designer achieved the pulsing, glowing effect…

There was no clasp, no fastening.

The choker simply existed, resting lightly against her skin, almost too perfect to have been placed there by mortal hands - or removed by them.

It was elegant, almost ethereal, and yet its meaning was unmistakable. 

This was not an ornament. It was a tether. A collar.

Every pulse of light along the runes whispered the same truth.

She was bound.

To her deranged, sadistic cousin, of all people.

This could have almost been fun if Soma-kun were the one holding the reins…

‘Tonight… you’re mine, my little forest nymph. I’ve captured and enslaved you with my magic, and you’ll do as I say, won’t you?’

Erina’s jaw clenched and she narrowed her eyes.

‘Are you implying I would break the rules of the shokugeki?’

Alice’s smile was wide and terrifying.

‘Excellent.’

Erina and Alice stood there, alone, and still admiring their forms in the mirror.

She swallowed thickly.

Erina had a feeling this would be her last moment of peace until the sun rose the following morning.

-

The next part of the evening was spent in a tense, oppressive silence as Erina allowed herself to be whisked away to God knows where.

Alice had been playing with her phone the entire trip and hadn't said a word, a mysterious smile permanently affixed to her pale features. She had one leg up and resting on the seat opposite, her bald vagina completely and unashamedly exposed, perfectly waxed.

The car slipped to a halt at an unmarked entrance in the bowels of the towering hotel, far from the glittering main doors where tourists and paparazzi jostled for selfies with Tokyo’s elite.

A heavy, unassuming black door awaited them, guarded by two men in tailored suits who looked more like private military than hotel staff. Their earpieces and sharp, clinical gazes made it clear—this entrance was not for the regular clientele.

The rabble.

Their limo driver—as silent as the grave and professionally un-interested for the entire ride—stepped out first and opened the back door with a slight bow.

Alice emerged first, her velvet cloak pulled around her body like a coat. Erina had the distinct impression that this wasn't so much for modesty’s sake—as if her cousin knew the meaning of the word—and instead to preserve the surprise and effect of her grand reveal.

Erina exited just behind her, fidgeting with the sleeve of an overcoat Alice had allowed her to throw over her body before leaving. She froze when she saw the guards.

One of them stepped forward, a sleek, impersonal tablet in hand.

'Invitation code,' he said flatly, switching effortlessly between Japanese and English without inflection as he spoke into his earpiece.

Alice produced a slim card from her clutch—completely plain and unmarked save for an embossed silver symbol—and held it up. A quick scan followed by a muted beep.

Approved.

No words of welcome. No smiles.

The guard nodded once and stepped aside, revealing a short hallway and another set of doors—heavier, darker, imposing. 

A gateway into another world.

Only one set of heels clacked against the tiled floor, Alice's Louboutins whose glossy soles matched her cloak. Erina would have been a little more distressed at being forced to remain barefoot with her costume if the tiled floor didn't look cleaner than the plates she served her world class dishes on, polished to such a glossy sheen that they were basically mirrors.

As they moved forward, another checkpoint awaited. Here, a woman waited for them in a severe black pantsuit. Without speaking, she gestured to two black trays set atop a glass pedestal.

Phones. Jewelry. Watches. Anything that could record went onto the tray.

Alice deposited her clutch into the secured bin without hesitation. Erina paused as she made to do the same.

Alice leaned in, whispering directly into her ear and causing more goosebumps to prickle on her skin. There was something about being so scantily clad that was making Erina feel extra vulnerable. 

‘No distractions tonight, Erina-chan.’

Reluctantly, Erina surrendered her things.

‘The coat too, my adorable pet.’

Flushing in humiliation at having Alice address her in such a way in front of strangers, Erina removed the coat and handed it to a nearby attendant who accepted it with a hasty bow.

It was obvious the guards were trying desperately to remain professional, but even the usually oblivious Erina caught the woman's gaze stealing brief, appreciative glances of their nearly naked forms—Erina’s, more than Alice's, her cousin having yet to unclasp her cloak. 

A discreet body scanner shimmered overhead as they passed through the next set of doors. There were no pat-downs, no invasive questions, just total, seamless control.

When the final elevator opened before them—silent, ominously efficient—everything was suddenly made abundantly clear to Erina.

They were leaving the world of ordinary people behind.

This was not a party you could stumble into. You were either invited... or you didn’t matter.

The doors slid shut behind them with a soft hiss.

The ascent began—swift, silent, inevitable.

And at the top, the night was waiting.

The elevator doors slid open with a muted chime, spilling soft golden light across the polished marble floor.

Beyond them stretched a world detached from reality.

The entire upper level of the hotel—a private floor reserved for those whose names needed no introduction—had been transformed into a realm of velvet, glass, and silk.

Towering floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering sprawl of Tokyo far below, the city lights twinkling like a sea of fallen stars.

Everywhere, there was movement—soft laughter, the clink of crystal against crystal, the shifting of expensive fabric.

Men and women glided through the space like living sculptures, dressed in costumes so meticulously crafted and preposterous it bordered on performance art.

Erina instantly let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding at the sight of the other revellers. Somehow, impossibly, there were some guests dressed even more provocatively than either of the Nakiri women—with one even being completely naked, her body covered in a viscous layer of fake blood that left almost nothing to the imagination.

The air shimmered with a cocktail of designer perfumes, aged whiskey, and something subtler beneath—an electric charge, an unseen undercurrent that hinted at the night’s inevitable unraveling.

Golden chandeliers dripped like molten honey from the high ceilings, casting a flattering glow that smoothed imperfections and sharpened desires.

This was no penthouse suite, it was a penthouse ballroom, a massive open space with soaring two story ceilings, balcony access, velvet lounge areas, long, sleek bars and private rooms for even more exclusive gatherings.

There were no name tags here. No photographers, no social climbers.

Everyone present had either built empires, inherited them, or had the kind of beauty that made the powerful lose their minds.

The music, a low, thrumming pulse of strings and synthetic bass, threaded through the space like a heartbeat—steady now, but promising acceleration.

This was not a party for the curious.

It was a feast for the insatiable.

And the night had only just begun.

Realising their entrance had garnered the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity, Alice reached to unclasp the brooch holding her cloak together.

Feeling rebellious and a little mischievous, Erina decided to get in a little payback before her cousin no-doubt humiliated her. 

‘Are you sure you want to do that, Cousin?’

Alice froze and turned to Erina with crimson eyes narrowed in confusion. 

Erina shrugged, unable to keep the playful, condescending grin from her lips. ‘I just thought you'd be more circumspect, especially with those flabby lips of yours.’

Alice reeled as if struck, as if Erina had said the most horrific, insulting thing imaginable. She replied in a furious, whispered hiss, her unnaturally pale cheeks flooding with crimson.

‘My lips are not flabby!’

Erina crossed her arms under her impressive, leaf covered bust and sent her cousin a superior smirk. ‘That's not my impression after spending the whole trip with them shoved in my face. For a moment, I'd thought the driver had served us roast beef.’

Alice's face turned even redder and she looked ready to explode. Thankfully, she managed not to embarrass them both and calmed down after several deep, controlling breaths. Her crimson eyes narrowed at Erina, she unclasped her cloak and let it flow back to its natural position behind her, revealing her salacious, provocative costume to their admirers. 

Whispers of appreciation broke out amongst the crowd of onlookers, but Erina was too smug at having gotten under Alice's skin to notice. 

With a huff, Alice hooked her arm into Erina's and dragged her into the ballroom proper. The two made a striking pair, and as much as Erina hated to compliment her cousin, they were without doubt the most attractive women in the room. 

Superior genes…

There were women more scantily dressed, their outfits somehow even more outrageous, but wherever the Nakiri pair went, appreciative and hungry gazes followed them like magnets. 

Erina was just wondering where Alice was dragging her when she—like the absolute menace that she was—decided to make a scene.

‘You!’ Alice barked, pointing at a ridiculously handsome and ripped man dressed up as Tarzan.

That is to say, he'd overly oiled his admittedly impressive, rippling muscles and donned a ridiculously tiny loincloth, one that did very little to hide something decidedly less tiny. 

‘Me…?’

Alice licked her lips, her crimson eyes flashing with greed and desire as she sashayed towards the bemused, mostly naked hunk of a man.

She finally released her death grip on Erina's arm and shoved Tarzan into the nearby armchair. Though he had a build that could easily absorb such a force from the much smaller woman, he allowed it, plopping down with a grunt only for his eyes to widen when he noticed Alice’s completely bared nethers in his face.

He was about to get a much closer look. 

They'd drawn a small crowd of curious and amused voyeurs, but none of them gasped as loudly as Tarzan himself when Alice lifted her leg high into the air in a feat of surprising flexibility—especially in almost five inch Louboutins—and hooked it over his broad, oily shoulder. Balancing on her planted leg and the one wrapped around his neck, Alice took his cheek in hand and gently turned his face so he was gazing at her bare nethers directly.

‘Hey handsome,’ she cooed, her voice barely audible to the crowd of shocked and delighted onlookers. ‘My ugly cousin over there says I have flabby lips. Can you do me a favour? Have a look. Is she a dirty, great, big, fat liar?’

She bent down and leaned in even closer—as much as her precarious position could allow—her sultry smile turning positively salacious and her words dripping with honey.

‘Answer correctly, and you can have more than a look…’

Erina rolled her eyes and turned to walk away. Alice was no real sorceress, but she already had this Tarzan under her spell. Before she could get too far away however, she heard her cousin call to her retreating back.

‘Oh Pet!’ she called, causing Erina to stiffen and turn back robotically. The honey-blonde forest nymph flushed furiously when she noted Tarzan had his face buried in Alice’s womanhood and her cousin was breathing heavily, her unnaturally pale cheeks flushed with desire. ‘I order you to try and have some fun. Talk to strangers. Don’t freak out when they flirt with you.’ She paused, letting out a soft moan and a throaty chuckle, ‘maybe even flirt back, if you even remember how to.’

Burning with humiliation—especially at being so publicly called out in front of a group of nosy strangers—Erina turned and stormed off as her outrageous cousin received cunnilingus in the middle of a group of high-class voyeurs.

Her face burning, she made her way to the open-air balcony where she saw several groups of people talking amongst themselves—most notably, none of them were engaged in acts of perverse debauchery.

Hopefully there are some normal people here. I’ll never break the rules of the shokugeki…

And despite being forced into this, a small part of Erina was secretly looking forward to having a nice conversation with someone that knew absolutely nothing about the culinary world.

-

Alice hadn’t let herself cum right there in the middle of the ballroom—though it had been a close thing with Tarzan’s incredible tongue. Even while still riding the high of finally defeating her annoying, perfect cousin in a shokugeki, she still had the presence of mind to control herself.

For now.

As exciting as it might have been to let loose and allow Tarzan to go full apeman on her, she had other priorities that evening than getting her rocks off. A plan that she’d set in motion days ago, and one that, if she said so herself, was going swimmingly.

Tarzan was still seated in the chair she’d pushed him in, and Alice sideways on his lap, the both of them looking out onto the balcony Erina had scurried off too.

Well, Alice was looking there, Tarzan was busy gently running his fingers over her delicate labia, his soft lips pressing kisses along her collarbone.

It’s really getting rather hard to concentrate…

It had taken a few glasses of wine, but Erina had finally gotten over her mortification and, though Alice wouldn’t say she revelled in the attention her daring costume garnered, she had at least regained her cool, slipping back into that aloof, untouchable countenance that made her so—unfortunately—sexy.

Thankfully, she didn’t couple that aura with venomous repartee. As she’d been ordered, she was cordial and polite with everyone that approached her—Alice had even seen her smile a few times!

The ugly hag probably thinks that counts as flirting.

While Alice still preferred the hunk currently nibbling on her collarbone, Erina hadn’t done badly for herself either. The cute guy she was chatting with had that ambiguous sun-kissed look to him - somewhere between Mediterranean or Middle-Eastern, but impossible to pin down at a glance.

With dark, smouldering eyes, thick, black curly hair, a trim beard and handsome, chiselled features, it was easy to see what drew her cousin’s notoriously picky gaze. He was dressed like some kind of nomadic warrior, completely shirtless with a scarf wrapped around his neck, dangerously low-hanging silk pants tucked into shiny black boots.

With his outfit entirely made out of black cloth and leather, he could have been anything from a naughty Zorro to a Bedouin warrior or mercenary. Alice mentally decided to just refer to him as Zorro.

‘He’s gonna strike out.’

Alice let out a surprised groan and hum of approval at Tarzan’s words, not only because she agreed with them, but because he’d been paying enough attention to notice.

While Erina was smiling and being polite, it was obvious even to them she was holding Zorro at arm’s length.

Alice didn’t know how much longer she could hold herself back, and though she desperately wanted to throw Tarzen down and ride him like Jane, she wanted Erina to get laid more.

‘We might need to give him a hand—are you game, big boy?’

She punctuated her question by slipping a delicate hand under his loincloth and squeezing the large, half-hard cock within. Alice wondered if she got Tarzan excited enough, would his member poke out the bottom like an elephant’s trunk, or would it obscenely tent the flimsy bit of cloth protecting his modesty?

Tarzan groaned and held her wrist so Alice wouldn’t let go. She giggled and licked his ear, reaching further down to cup his balls.

‘Come on Tarzan, no need to be impatient—you’re getting fucked tonight, I promise.’

Alice giggled again when she felt him swell in her grasp. The groan when she abruptly stood and helped him up had her smiling naughtily.

Before she could dance out of his grasp, Tarzan pulled her closed and captured her lips with his own, his hands sliding down the curve of her back and palming her naked ass.

When he pulled away, Alice was embarrassed to find herself breathless and flush, while Tarzan looked down at her with a cocky smirk.

Fuck, I love confident guys…

‘Are we gonna talk about that ring on your finger?’

Alice wrapped her arms around his neck and raised a delicate eyebrow, tucking her absurd hat under her arm so the brim wouldn’t get in the way.

‘Why? Is it a problem?’

‘Just curious if we’ll be having an audience later,’ he shot back with a cocky grin. ‘Wouldn’t be the first time, for me.’

Alice laughed and felt her pussy tingle with desire. ‘Not this time, my husband is otherwise occupied.’

Tarzan actually pouted. ‘Shame.’

Alice let out a breathless laugh and shook her head, taking a prancing step away and looking up and down Tarzan’s mostly naked body hungrily, his loincloth now comically tented.

Putting her hat back on her head, she held out a hand and smiled. ‘I think I’m ready for the real party to get started…’

-

Despite herself, Erina found she was having a pretty good time.

Not that she’d ever tell Alice that.

After getting over the mortification of being ogled in her nearly naked state by a bunch of strangers—the fact many of them were just as if not more naked certainly helping—she’d luckily stumbled on a man who’d proven to be as charming as he was handsome, his raw charisma like an aura that overpowered Erina’s innate awkwardness and social retardation.

Though she was very obviously being affected by the alcohol and his charm, Erina wasn’t fooled into thinking the man was anything other than a shark—and the second he sensed chum in the water, he would strike.

Erina put such thoughts far from her mind however, hoping that Alice would get bored and they’d leave long before such things became an issue.

She should have known better.

‘There you are, Pet!’

Erina tried desperately to not let her irritation show on her face.

I lost, fair and square.

When Erina stiffly turned to her cousin, the smug grin on her stupid face let her know the brat had to have known what she was thinking.

‘I’ve reserved a private room for us,’ she announced in a sing-song, a sultry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ‘Let’s continue this party there, shall we?’

No amount of emotional control could stop the furious blush from flooding Erina’s cheeks. Alice’s sultry grin widened into an evil smirk and she poked out her tongue childishly before hooking a finger into her collar.

‘Come along, my pet nymph,’ she teased, turning and dragging the forcibly submissive Erina behind her. As much as she desperately wanted to ignore Alice, Erina followed her cousin with the same energy as someone walking the gallows. ‘You too Zorro, I think my pet likes you.’

I lost, fair and square.

No amount of repeats made the absurdity of this situation easier to swallow.

Erina didn’t even look to see if the two handsome men followed—she really didn’t need to.

Unable to hide form the shame, Erina kept her gaze glued to the glossy, marble tiles on the floor as she was no-doubt paraded through a crowd of gawking and smirking onlookers, through a narrow corridor and into a much more intimate room—the sounds from the ballroom instantly cutting off the second the door shut behind them.

‘Phew, now this is what I’m talkin about!’

Erina’s head snapped up and she gaped in shock. Her cousin certainly hadn’t wasted any time. Almost as soon as the door shut behind them, Tarzan pounced, ripping the floppy hat from her head and pushing her up against the wall, his lips crashing against hers in a frenzy of lust and raw desire.

Alice, of course, didn’t even think of resisting. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned as the larger, muscular man had his way with her.

Though Erina wouldn’t admit it even under pain of torture, the sight had her core tingling with need.

It had been so long since Soma’s last visit…

Unwilling to meet Zorro’s gaze, Erina turned and scanned her surroundings. The room was small and intimate, its typical function most likely a private meeting room between the movers and shakers of Tokyo’s elite.

Tonight, it had been redecorated with plush lounges surrounding the electric fireplace, dim, intimate mood lighting and an ice bucket over by the far wall filled with expensive champagne.

As Erina desperately poured herself a glass, a hungry groan had her unwittingly turned to see Tarzan had dropped to the carpeted floor, thrown one of Alice’s legs over his shoulders and dove back into her glistening, naked womanhood.

It seemed he hadn’t had enough earlier that evening…

Her cousin’s pale features were flushed red, her fingers threaded through her date’s long hair as she eyed Erin with a sultry smile.

‘You can watch, or you can join us, Erina-chan.’

Her words were teasing and condescending, but Erina found herself begrudgingly thankful to her cousin for not wording them as a demand.

Because if she had… I would have obeyed.

Not that it mattered any, in the end. There was something about the closed, intimate space and the few glasses of wine she’d imbibed, as if it was all clouding her judgement. The longer this went on, the less she trusted herself, and the more she allowed forbidden thoughts to enter her deliciously tormented mind.

When was the last time I even touched myself…?

She was ashamed to admit that she couldn’t remember, and the thought had her nethers tingling with need, as if awakening from their slumber.

Finally mustering up what little courage she had left, Erina turned to the man who had apparently singled her out amongst all the beautiful women at the party, then flushed when she realised he had taken a seat on one of the comfortable couches, but had eyes only for her.

His dark, ravenous gaze was affixed to Erina, completely ignoring the couple having sex only a few meters away. It pierced Erina to her core and, having long since grown comfortable in the ridiculous, shameless costume she’d been forced to wear, she suddenly felt exposed, cold, vulnerable.

Paradoxically, she also felt free, powerful and sexy. The raw desire in Zorro’s eyes lit something in Erina’s breast, stoking a fire that had been dim for far too long.

Though his want was clear, he didn’t push, didn’t make demands. Rather, Zorro only shifted across on the couch and patted the empty space beside him invitingly.

Swallowing thickly, Erina only thought on it for a few moments before standing straight, pulling her shoulders back and sashaying over towards Zorro and the couch, taking the seat provided with only a hand’s width between their bodies.

Erina finally returned her gaze to her cousin when she heard her moans and squeals of excitement pick up.

Absurdly, her first thought at what she saw was that Monsieur Laurant would not be pleased.

Tarzan had torn at Alice’s lace covering, exposing her pale, heavy breasts to the room as he continued to feast on her core. They hung low as Alice hunched over, both legs now wrapped around his head while her back was still pressed against the wall.

They caught each other’s gaze, but Erina found herself unable to look away. Alice’s crimson eyes were heavily lidded and smouldering with desire, and she was also very much enjoying being watched, not even caring that the one watching her was her cousin and a complete stranger.

There was something fascinating about what Erina saw in Alice’s eyes. 

Despite being married to a man she very much loved, despite being a prominent member of an old, prestigious clan, Erina envied how carefree and promiscuous Alice allowed herself to be.

Though Erina was no longer a child controlled by her own family, she knew she still very much lived her life as if that were the case.

As if society was constantly looking, and judging.

As the envy, frustration and desire in her combined and grew into a raging inferno, Erina could feel the gaze of Zorro beside her boring into her like twin lasers, their intensity promising something she was increasingly growing to crave.

As if once more reading her mind, Alice’s smile split her face in two and her eyes twinkled merrily. She motioned to Zorro with a flick of her head that shook her asymmetric bang loose and, while she tucked it back into place in between moans, Erina felt her mouth grow dry and her senses go on high-alert at the look in her crimson eyes.

She knew that look.

Swallowing thickly, Erina slowly turned to Zorro and had to immediately swallow a startled, surprised shriek.

Unlike Erina, who was sitting ramrod straight and with perfect posture, Zorro was leaning back and sank deep into the plush cushions of the lounge.

That wasn’t what had startled Erina however. At some point in the last few minutes, and without her notice, the man had dropped his low-hanging pants around his ankles and started to stroke a truly colossal shaft, his eyes glued to Erina’s shamelessly exposed form.

Erina felt the heat not only gather in her cheeks, but her breast, the back of her neck, heck, her entire body felt flush.

Not even in her wildest fantasies had she imagined a penis as large as Zorro’s. It was a dark brown, and about as long and thick as her forearm.

An increasingly smaller part of Erina wanted to lash out at the man for his brazenness—the part of her mind that was quickly taking over proceedings however was too fascinated by the oversized appendage.

Erina felt like she had cotton balls in her too-dry mouth, words utterly failing her. She thought she heard her cousin laughing somewhere in the background, but it was as if the world had shrunken down to just Erina and Zorro, and the obscenely large shaft towering up from his lap.

Zorro had no issues with finding his voice, however.

‘Sorry,’ he whispered in that deep, musical tone that Erina had instantly found incredibly attractive when they’d first been introduced. ‘I hope you don’t mind but… you’re incredibly beautiful. No man could resist forever with you looking like that.’

Erina poked out her tongue to wet her lips and swallowed thickly, flicking her eyes up to meet his before returning her gaze to his shocking endowment.

He’s… so much bigger than Soma… so much bigger than anything I’ve even heard of…

Apparently taking her lack of meltdown as some kind of approval, Zorro gently reached across with the hand that wasn’t stroking his shaft and gently clasped her wrist. He met her eyes and waited for any signs of rejections before, with an excited smile, he tugged her hand towards his penis.

Again, Erina swallowed thickly but she didn’t resist.

She didn’t want to resist.

A part of her was mortified, but an even larger part was fascinated. How would it feel? It had to be hot with all that blood flowing through it. Was it heavy? Could she even encircle her fingers around his girth?

Then finally, an even more forbidden thought came, unbidden.

Would it even fit in my mouth…?

The illicit thought had her blossoming with warmth anew, this time from her core. Unbidden, Erina’s free hand went to the leaf guarding her nethers, her fingers coming away slick with her excitement.

When Erina's fingers finally came into contact with the towering pillar of masculinity, she snatched her hand away as if burnt.

Hot!

It was only then that Erina realised with embarrassment that Zorro had stopped guiding her hand after she's reached halfway across the space between them. She'd made the rest of the journey unaided, as if the freakishly large penis had a gravity well all on its own.

Biting her lip and looking back up into his eyes, Erina grew in confidence at the thinly-veiled excitement and eagerness she saw in their dark, smouldering depths. 

When she reached across again, she did so this time with much more confidence, stopping only when she'd wrapped her hand around the hot, leaking plum-sized head. 

Or as much of it as she could…

So warm…

Zorro groaned at the feeling of her delicate hand and Erina felt her tummy fill with butterflies. She felt proud of herself and deliciously naughty in equal measure. 

Then she remembered she wasn't alone. 

With a feeling of dread, like a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar, Erina turned and expected to see Alice's mocking, derisory smirk. 

Instead, her cousin—in between moans and surprised squeals, Tarzan was pumping his fingers into her energetically now—smiled lazily at her encouragingly, nodding in approval.

Erina flushed and turned back to Zorro’s ridiculous cock. Biting her lip, she brought her other hand in on the action, gripping him half way down his shaft. 

Zorro’s girth flared there and Erina struggled to even wrap her fingers halfway around.

I can do this… I want to do this…

Biting her lip, Erina slowly started to drag both hands down the colossal shaft, the one near the crown spreading the man's excitement in its wake.

When her bottom hand reached Zorro’s groin, she brought it back up to his crown to start the journey anew.

Erina lost track of the world around her, of her cousin and Tarzan, and even of Zorro's reaction to her ministrations. She was almost in a fugue state, stroking his huge penis and watching on in fascination as it twitched and pulsed with desire. 

As if it had a life of its own. 

She probably should have known the end was near as Zorro’s mighty shaft grew increasingly slick with his precum, but she still shrieked in surprise when he erupted like a volcano with a long, powerful groan.

Erina sat frozen and just watched in disbelief as rope after rope of cum shot out of the spasming head. She didn't flinch away as it landed on her arms or chest, she only reacted when a stray rope caught her on the chin. 

Said reaction was muted however, she touched her chin in shock, her fingers coming away coated in the thick, warm, viscous discharge. 

So much… I can't believe he came so much…

It was her cousin's laughter that finally broke Erina out of her shocked state. Erina turned to her, her violet eyes wide.

‘I can't even make fun of you,’ she bemoaned with a puffed up pout. ‘Ol’ Zorro here erupted like freaking Vesuvius!’

Tarzan and Zorro both chuckled tiredly. Erina looked over to see Alice's date had at some point lost his loin cloth and, while not as well-endowed as Zorro, his penis still hung impressively halfway down his thigh and showed signs of recent discharge also.

Still in a state of shock, Erina looked for something to clean the ropes of thick cum off her body but her cousin chose that moment to let her impish side resurface.

‘Nu-uh, Pet. We're continuing this party back at your place.’ Alice could barely finish her thought without bursting out in laughter. ‘You'll be wearing your battle scars with pride.’

Erina didn't even know why she was surprised at this point, but she didn't let her feelings show on her stoic face.

If anything, she was more shocked that she was less concerned with walking out into a public space with over a hundred people covered in seman than she was excited for what the evening would bring next. As if sensing her thoughts, Zorro sidled up to her side—his trousers pulled back up and that freakish penis stowed away—and gave her a sympathetic, charming smile before taking her hand and pulling her close.

‘You look enchanting,’ he purred directly into her ear in a low, sensual tone. Erina felt delighted tingles shooting up and down her body at his closeness and, when the quartet reemerged back into the ballroom and made their way back towards the elevators, she didn’t even pay the gawkers any mind.

-

They’d made it back to her limousine with little fanfare with the quartet slipping inside and the car speeding comfortably away through Tokyo, and back to her estate.

Alice, as if to demonstrate how her desires had been steadily simmering, if not boiling over for the past hour, wasted little time the second the door closed behind them. Tarzan had barely made himself comfortable in the plush leather when the white-haired seductress pounced, straddling and grinding her nethers in his lap while seeing how far she could cram her tongue down his throat.

Something had happened to Erina in that private room, an invisible line crossed. Had she seen her cousin’s shameless display earlier that evening, she might have flushed indignantly and demanded her to stop.

Now? Still covered in Zorro’s cum with her womanhood almost burning with desire? She couldn’t care less what Alice did. The only thing her corrupted mind could fathom in that moment was conquering the handsome, dark-eyed stranger’s absurd penis.

The same man who had apparently taken a page out of Alice’s book and was very eagerly trying to ravish her.

Erina held out a hand to put a stop to his excited advances, though the self-assured smirk on her lips assuaged any possible damage to his ego or ardour. Erina could feel her confidence and desire growing by the second. Despite the unfortunate loss that had landed her in this situation in the first place, she decided it was time to take charge.

As much as she hated to admit it, Alice was right. She really needed this.

With a hand on his bulging pec, Erina pushed her lover for the evening back into his seat and turned to face him, an amused smirk on her lips.

‘If you want anything else to happen tonight, you’ll have to clean me,’ she demanded, her violet eyes flashing with desire. She ignored her cousin’s excited cackling behind her and instead kept her gaze focused on Zorro’s smouldering eyes. ‘I don’t appreciate you soiling my perfect skin with your seed…’

He barely looked bothered by the request and hurriedly made to start wiping the thick, dribbling discharge from her skin using a piece of his costume as a rag.

Erina stopped him. She could still feel the cum on her cheek and how it already felt like it was drying and crusting over.

She delighted in his look of surprise when she put her hand on his wrist. He looked… cute.

‘With your tongue,’ she amended with a pur, her eyes flashing with a twisted sense of self-satisfaction. Alice cackled with glee, but Erina only had eyes for her handsome lover.

She hoped he would submit. After coming so far, she was surprised to feel that it genuinely would be a shame were their evening cut short. Had he refused to do as she commanded, she would have ordered the driver to stop the car and let him out on the middle of the freeway.

Erina had expected Zorro to at least balk at her request, but other than a startled widening of his gorgeous eyes, the man eagerly dove for her face, his hot, slimy tongue licking her cheeks and cleaning the cum that had started to dry there.

The devastatingly handsome man was eager to obey, like an excited pup.

Erina had never felt more powerful and sexy than she did in that moment. This gorgeous man was so willing, so eager to debase himself - just to be with her.

I could get used to this…

Erina hadn’t realised how much Sona’s reluctance to stay with her and put down roots had affected her until that very moment, but she allowed such pointless, negative thoughts to wash over her as she relished in the feeling of being worshipped by her handsome lover with his giant cock.

When she felt the cum had been fully cleaned from her body, Erina spread her legs and pushed Zorro to the floor.

He did not need further instruction. Plucking the glistening, fake leaf shielding her pussy like she were a fruit tree and he was getting at her nectar, Zorro breathed in deeply as he marveled at her most private parts in awe. Erina put her arms up and hooked them behind the headrests either side of her, letting out a long, sensual groan as he inhaled deeply before running his tongue along the entire length of her labia.

With Zorro busy between her legs, Erina finally allowed herself to see what her cousin was up to. Her costume in tatters, Alice was basically naked and grinding atop an equally naked Tarzan while playing with her phone. Tarzan’s impressive cock was rock hard and pointing straight up to the limo’s ceiling in between Alice’s legs. The white-haired seductress ground against it while her lover kneaded her pillowy breasts like they were two soft, dough balls.

The cousins shared a smile that held no hint of challenge or malice - only excitement for what the evening would bring them.

Erina had expected to hold out until they reached her estate, but her lover proved to be diabolically talented with his tongue. In the time it took for her driver to pull up in her driveway, he’d torn from her one minor and one major orgasm with his fingers and tongue alone.

Her last orgasm was so powerful, she had to hold onto Zorro for dear life when they slipped out of the limo, her knees still shaking and wobbly. Alice cackled at the state she was in and Erina could only poke her tongue out childishly.

Erina was about to lead the small party back to her room to continue the festivities but was annoyingly pulled up by her cousin.

‘Is your hot sprint ready yet?’

If there was one thing that Erina loved more than cooking, it was soaking in a hot bath after a long day of paperwork and politicking.

Not satisfied with a simple jacuzzi or spa, Erina had made sure to buy an estate with access to a natural hot spring and built one of her very own. The construction work and plumbing had been finished for a couple months now and the secret, hidden retreat was her pride and joy.

Erina returned her cousin’s smirk with one of her own.

I’ll need to call in the cleaners tomorrow morning, I think…

With an indulgent smile, Erina changed directions and led the party out towards the back of her estate.

Tucked behind a veil of tall, sculpted pines and encircled by smooth, moss-kissed stones, Erina’s newly completed hot spring exuded the kind of quiet luxury that could humble even the finest ryokan. The open-air bath sprawled beneath the stars, its mineral-rich waters shimmering with faint steam as soft paper lanterns cast a golden glow across the surface. Rich hinoki wood formed the decking and stairs, polished to a satin sheen, while black river rocks lined the edges in elegant curves. The space was deliberately open—the only shielding whatever mother nature naturally provided—just a breathtaking panorama of sky, steam, and water, curated to perfection.

‘Woooow,’ Alice marvelled as she took the scene in, a sentiment shared by both Zorro and Tarzan. Erina preened with pride at their reaction to her private paradise, then sucked in an excited breath when Zorro snapped around to her.

She didn’t react as he loomed over her, his fingers plucking at and rubbing the leaves littered across her body. He plucked one, then a second, the leaves that had been covering her pink nipples coming away like tissue paper.

‘This place is amazing,’ he whispered with dark promise, his eyes glinting with desire. ‘But it pales in comparison to its owner…’

Erina shuddered and allowed Zorro to continue plucking the leaves from her body until she stood there in just the faux vines that encircled her limbs. Not wanting to get anything embarrassing caught in her filters, she directed Zorro to remove anything until she stood before him, completely naked.

This was the most erotic foreplay she’d ever partaken in, and she didn’t want it to end. Biting her lip, she returned the favour for Zorro, tossing aside each piece of his costume until she was on her knees before him, pulling his pants down and re-revealing his mighty manhood to the open-air bath.

I can’t believe I already forgot how big he is.

She’d heard the splashing of water behind her - Alice and Tarzan were already in the bath - but Erina couldn’t tear her eyes away from Zorro’s colossal dangling shaft hanging almost down to his knee.

That… that is going to go inside me.

It was the first time she’d admitted it to herself, but Erina almost moaned at the powerful wave of desire that thought alone conjured within her.

Taking her hand, Zorro led her to the water and sat on the edge, his feet dangling in the scalding bath and his cock towering like mighty oak from his lap. Erina joined him, her body trembling with excitement as she straddled him. She moaned when his oversized crown brushed against her nethers, but she allowed it to slip past and be sandwiched between their bodies as she captured his lips in a hungry kiss, her arms wrapped around Zorro’s neck while he cupped her perfect, meaty behind.

As much as Erina was enjoying the passionate make-out session, the only thing her mind could focus on was the feeling of Zorro’s girthy base grinding against her core and his crown tickling the underside of her heavy breasts.

They pulled apart as if the same thought occurred to them simultaneously, their lips connected by a single string of saliva. They stared deep into each other’s eyes and shared a silent moment of communication.

Words weren’t needed, they’d only get in the way.

Erina gently pushed his chest and Zorro allowed himself to fall back until he was supporting his weight on his elbows, his huge, angry cock resting against Erina’s belly.

Biting her lip, Erina crawled over his body and shuffled forward atop him until she actually had a chance of angling his oversized manhood for penetration.

Holding her breath, she kept her eyes locked on Zorro’s and reached back blindly, finding his pulsing manhood and bringing the plum-sized crown to her core. She sucked in a shuddering breath when she felt the head kissing her labia, then bit her lip as she started to slide back.

They were both plenty prepared, their genitals slick with their excitement, but it still took some effort to slip the oversized crown past her tight lips. When it popped in, Erina froze, then let out a delirious giggle as she felt Zorro’s girth stretch her to the point of stinging.

It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, just sharp, and new. Her cousin was suspiciously silent as she gently and carefully worked her way down his giant penis, her lips spreading wider and wider the more she managed to take inside her.

‘You’re… so big…’

‘Take your time,’ he soothed, one hand rubbing gentle circles over her back and the other kneading a heavy, dangling breast. ‘You’re doing so well, my sweet, you’re so tight, so perfect.’

Erina’s eyes fluttered closed and she groaned like a wanton slut as he simultaneously took a nipple into his mouth and suckled while his impossibly large crown scraped against her g-spot inside her.

As if knowing that’s where he was touching, Zorro flexed his hips and ground against that spot inside her more urgently. Erina froze, her eyes flying wide as his actions instantly triggered a mini-climax that made her see stars.

Zorro suckling on her puffy, erect nipples while her body shook above him prolonged the delightful feeling, and Erina continued to moan while she danced atop him, not taking him deeper—yet—but just toying with his cock grinding against that special spot inside her.

She’d never been fucked this well, and it wasn’t just about his size. Zorro seemed to know exactly what to do to extract the most pleasure from her body as possible, and it was all Erina could do to not wail her pleasure out like a banshee as she continued trying to take the monstrous endowment as deep as possible.

Had she had the presence of mind to do so, Erina might have turned to see what could have possibly shut her cousin up so successfully that she hadn’t made her presence known at all.

If she had, she’d have seen Alice with her phone out, recording the proceedings with an evil grin on her face.

-

Earlier

Morocco Spice Markets

The old merchant leaned heavily over the worn counter, thick fingers dancing over tiny mountains of cumin, turmeric, cinnamon, and something Soma couldn't quite place.

'You think you know ras el hanout, young lion?' the man said, voice rough but rich with laughter. 'Pfah! The spice sellers in the big cities, they mix dirt and dreams. This—' he scooped a pinch of deep gold powder and crushed it under Soma’s nose, filling the air with a dizzying perfume of sweet, sharp, and smoky aromas, '--this is heritage. Smuggled through deserts, seasoned by war, whispered about by thieves! Every true cook keeps his own secret mix. You must smell it, taste it, feel it, if you want to cook with a Berber's heart.'

Soma grinned, catching the twinkle in the old man's eye

'You mean… I must buy it,' he teased, folding his arms.

The merchant laughed loud enough to make the hanging spice bags sway. 'A smart tongue! Good! You will need it, chef of tomorrow!' He seized a handful of spice cones from beneath the counter and began piling them in front of Soma with theatrical solemnity. The fact that he didn’t make a mess showed how practised the man was as a salesman and showman both.

Soma, for his part, leaned in eagerly, asking questions about the balance between sweet and bitter, how to know when to roast the coriander seeds, when to grind fresh.

The old man answered every question like a battle cry, turning lessons into stories!-how cinnamon once paid a king’s ransom, how turmeric painted the skin of warriors, how a perfect blend could win love or spark feuds that lasted generations.

Soma was about to smell another pinch, already envisioning how he'd tweak the ratios, when his phone buzzed violently against the counter.

He absently looked down to check who the message was from, then stiffened when he saw not just who sent it, but what the message said.

Nosfreakatu 

Heeey Soma, how are the spice markets? Having fun? 

He paused for only a moment, his distracted mind taking a few tense seconds to process the unexpected, then spun around to try and find the Nakiri menace. She would stick out like a sore thumb in this crowd.

His phone buzzed again.

Nosfreakatu 

Stop looking around like a tourist, Soma, I'm not there.

He frowned, not quite appreciating how easily he was being read. But how did she know he was in Morocco, then?

Nosfreakatu 

I'm not following you, silly boy. Well, not unless you count keeping an eye on your credit card bills…

His golden eyes narrowed in annoyance. 

Nosfreakatu 

Anyway, hope you're having fun! While the spice markets are incredible, I think Erina-Chan and I will be having much more fun tonight. We're going to a party!

Before he could process the absurdity of her words, Alice sent him a picture.

A beat passed. Soma blinked once. Twice. Then he gently placed the spice sample back down.

'Habibi,' the merchant said, noticing the change instantly, 'what is wrong? A woman?'

Soma laughed under his breath, already backing away with an apologetic bow. 'Something like that.'

The old man chuckled knowingly, waving him off with a broad, spice-stained hand. 'Go, young lion! Even the best ras el hanout cannot sweeten a dish once it is burned. A woman waits for no cook!'

Apparently not…

Soma grinned ruefully and bid the helpful man farewell. He bolted down the market’s crowded alleyway, the scent of crushed spices and roasting meats lingering in his wake.

Clutched in a white knuckled grip, his phone with a picture of his on-again, off-again girlfriend and her crazy cousin in the most scandalous costumes he'd ever seen…

When he made it back to his hotel room, he locked the door behind him and pulled the blinds that were letting in the afternoon sun’s harsh, golden rays.

No matter how many texts he sent to Alice, she not only didn't respond, but they remained unread.

What kind of party were they going to that had people dressed like that?!

He pulled his phone up once again, his dick hardening in his pants at the sight of so much pale, exposed flesh.

As much as he cared for Erina, she'd never shown an inclination or willingness to do something fun like go to a dress up party…

A part of him was disappointed he wasn't there with her. 

He paced nervously for hours, his texts every fifteen minutes going unanswered. 

His mind kept playing tricks on him—filling in the absence of information with wilder and wilder fantasies.

As it turned out, reality was even crazier than fiction. 

Nosfreakatu 

Sorry Soma! Wow, someone's eager! I didn't think our little party would be so interesting to you, it's not like it'll help you surpass your father, right? 

He ignored the thinly veiled dig.

Nosfreakatu 

Anyway, sorry for not responding. This isn't the kind of party one can bring their phones into…

That made his imagination run wild, but not as much as the next message. 

A new picture.

It was Erina sitting in the back of a limo next to some guy he'd never seen before. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as the guy ran his tongue over her perfect skin.

As soon as he had the thought, Soma’s eyes narrowed. Her skin wasn’t quite perfect. Then his eyes widened when he realised what the pearly, white viscous liquid that marred it was.

And the guy was licking it up.

Is this really Erina? Or some kind of elaborate deepfake? I wouldn’t put it past Alice…

He barely had time to process the shocking image before it was followed up by another.

No, not another. A video clip.

Erina was still in the same position, likely unaware of the videographer in her midst given how much she seemed to be enjoying the tongue bath. She moaned in bliss, then forced the man down to the floor of the limo so he could start eating her out.

He was apparently very talented, given the way Erina moaned her pleasure unashamedly.

Soma watched the short clip on loop, still in disbelief at what he was seeing. It wasn't the fact that Alice was sending him such things with teasing commentary, it wasn’t even that he watched a man lick what looked to be his own cum off —technically—his girl that was driving him wild.

No, what completely stunned him was that girl was Nakiri Erina.

It was a monumental effort to even get her to sleep with him with the lights on.

That Erina was doing this?

Not only had she gone out dressed like an absolute slut—you wouldn’t hear him complaining, by the way—but she’d apparently picked up, or been picked up, and was in the process of cheating on him?

He might have been more distressed by that fact if their relationship was more… typical, or solid. As it stood, while it hurt to see Erina so intimate with a stranger than she ever was with him, it wasn’t like he’d stuck around and put in the effort to pull this out of her.

In his defence, there was no way in hell he’d thought something like this was inside the notoriously prudish beauty.

There was another break before his next update. Soma wondered if maybe Erina was the only one getting lucky that night…

When the update did come, his erection nearly tore a hole in his jeans.

Nosfreakatu

I don't even have to hide my phone anymore, Erina-Chan doesn't even realise I'm filming! 

That guy must be really good.

The picture showed Erina in her new hot spring, now completely naked and straddling her equally naked, handsome, brown-skinned lover, their tongues duelling for dominance as they made out with a passion he’d never seen from the honey-blonde before.

Nosfreakatu

Are you jacking off? Does this turn you on like it does Ryo?

If not, maybe this will help? 😛

Soma let out a deep, guttural groan of desire, shocked and aroused in equal measure when he saw the next pic Alice sent.

Erina had pushed her lover back onto the floor and was looming over him, her big tits dangling in his face while she reached back and guided the biggest, most obscenely huge dick he’d ever seen into her womanhood.

Holy shit!

Not caring whether he proved the white-haired menace right anymore, Soma dropped his pants and made himself comfortable on his bed, stroking his much more modest, yet still rock-hard cock to the sight of his girlfriend getting ready to fuck the biggest dick he’d ever seen.

I should be hurt by this. Why am I so fucking turned on?!

Nosfreakatu

Don't feel bad about masturbating, Soma, Ryo likes to jack off when he watches me with other guys too. Papa is the same with Mama. Looks like us Nakiri women have a type 🤣

She thinks she's funny…

He was close to replying before she sent along another clip, one that made him completely forget about the albino menace.

It looked as if she’d immediately started to film the second she’d taken the last pic—the framing was exactly the same. Erina looming over her huge-dicked lover, her tits in his face, and his colossal cock being guided by her small, pale hand directly into her womanhood.

Then he hit play. 

The picture moved and Erina shook as she pressed back against the huge cock, her tight lips straining against the spongy, glistening head. Then, with a shuddering gasp, the head slipped inside after the colossal shaft briefly kinked from the pressure.

Erina’s pussy was that right.

Everyone’s pussy is probably tight when you’re hung like that…

Erina held still, breathing in and out heavily as she grew used to being stretched wider than ever before. Soma saw a large brown hand grab Erina’s pale ass and spread her cheek, giving him an even better look at her impalement. The dude’s other hand was busy feeding one of Erina’s tear-drop shaped heavy tits into his greedy mouth.

With another groan, Erina forced more of the gargantuan cock into her—all Soma could think about as he jacked off was that he couldn't believe those sounds were coming from Erina's—his girlfriend’s—lips.

Then, Soma gasped as Erina came with a shuddering cry. They’d barely even started fucking and his girlfriend came instantly on that huge cock.

Jesus fucking Christ…

The clip was decently long, it showed Erina recovering from her mini-orgasm then taking as much of the cock as she was physically able, her heavy panting joined by the guy's deep grunts and encouraging whispers. When she bottomed out, she pulled all the way back out and bounced several times on the slick cock, her hypnotic hip movements looking more like a dance than a mating ritual. 

Then the clip looped.

Alice gave him nothing for another half-hour and Soma, unable to hold himself back any more and not caring what it said about him, furiously jacked off like a horny monkey with what he’d already been given. He held the phone to his face and lay flat on his bed, his golden eyes zeroing in on his girl’s pussy stretching obscenely wide around an invader that would even make porn-stars feel self-conscious.

With his abs covered in his own cum, he started when his phone vibrated again. He hadn’t expected another message, but apparently Alice wasn’t done screwing with him.

No message accompanied this clip however.

It looked like whoever was filming—it had to be Alice—was doing so from over the huge-dicked lothario’s shoulder. This time, Erina lay out on her back with her legs spread wide by her lover, her hands cupping her tits to keep them from flailing as he drove his gargantuan cock into her over and over. He could only fit half of himself into his girlfriend’s pussy before bottoming out, but it didn’t look like either of them minded that limitation.

What really shocked Soma—aside from the bubbly, frothy discharge that oozed out from the tight seal Erina’s pussy held on the huge dick, proving he’d cum in her several times already—was the fact that Erina, for the first time, was looking into the camera and didn’t look the least bit bothered.

Soma groaned aloud and felt his shrivelled, flagging dick surge to life.

She knows she’s being filmed and doesn’t care—that’s so fucking hot!

The guy had already cum inside his girlfriend who knows how many times, and this clip continued to play until he came with a warrior’s cry. The owner of the huge dick wasn’t given any time to recover and was quickly shoved away when he was finished pumping Erina full of his seed. Again. 

Soma was graced with a close-up view of what such an obscene member had done to his girlfriend’s once-pristine pussy.

A delighted, annoyingly familiar, cackle sounded out over his phone’s speakers as Alice shoved the phone right up to Erina’s pussy just as the thickest, most disgusting globule of viscous cum oozed out of her inflamed pussy.

‘Oh my God that’s so sexy!’

Apparently, even Erina’s new, looser morals had its limits, and she shoved her cousin away from her leaking womanhood with an annoyed huff before the clip ended and it started to loop.

Soma jacked off again, more turned on than he could ever remember being, and it wasn’t long until he added to the growing pool of cum on his abs.

He dozed off after his latest release, but he was startled awake when his phone vibrated on his chest. He slapped himself to clear the foggy sleep from his mind and saw that Alice had sent him another message.

These girls are crazy!

It was another clip, and Soma hurriedly hit play. His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline however when the clip started in selfie-cam view, a flushed and smugly grinning Alice greeting him with a moan.

The angle was pulled back enough that Soma had a prime view of Alice’s incredible tits bouncing as she was very obviously fucked. He briefly wondered if they were sharing a lover before Alice interrupted his thoughts and started to speak around her euphoric moans.

‘I hope you enjoyed the show tonight, Soma-kun, because we, nnnh, we certainly did, and will keep doing all night long!’

The guy fucking his girl’s cousin seemed to get excited at the naughty talk, as he picked up the pace and intensity of his fucking.

When she regained herself, Alice brushed her long, asymmetric bang behind her ear and gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. ‘I really was growing tired of how miserable Erina always was—so please, take as much time as you need finding yourself or whatever it is you’re doing with your globe trotting. Don’t even feel obligated to come back and grace us with your presence anymore—as you can see, I’ll make sure Erina gets what she needs…’

The angle of the video shifted and Soma was greeted with a view of his girl once again. She was laying down beside her cousin on the warm stone tiles of the hot spring, but she was manoeuvered onto her side and facing Alice, her huge-dicked lover pressed in behind her and thrusting his oversized cock into her ruined pussy over and over, one of her pale legs held up in his grip to give him room and to open up her core to him.

She didn’t seem to be aware that Alice was filming or even recording a message for him, her mind very obviously clouded with pleasure as she moaned and rocked in time with her lover’s thrusts, her tits unsupported and bouncing all over the place in a delicious, erotic rhythm that had Soma licking his lips at the memory of her pale, soft titflesh on his lips.

Soma felt himself reawakening once more at the sight—a definite record for him. Erina had never looked more beautiful, more sexy in his eyes, and despite what Alice was taunting him with, Soma couldn’t wait to travel back home and ravish the slutty beauty.

His slutty beauty.

Apparently, there was more than one guy there with them too, judging by this latest clip. The thought that the Nakiri-pair had brought men home to have an orgy was driving him wild.

He’d obviously expected it of Alice—he knew a little too much about what her and Ryo’s relationship was like—but Erina? His Erina?

Soma couldn’t wait to see her again, a homesickness he hadn’t felt in years stirring in his gut more powerfully than the jealousy and arousal stubbornly trying to take hold.

Alice held the camera on his beautiful girlfriend for a full minute before returning it to herself and sent him a wink.

‘No need to hurry home Soma-kun… but if you do, make sure to bring me some Grains of Paradise - I’m fresh out. Baibai!’

The clip ended, and Soma had the distinct feeling he wouldn’t be getting any more surprises from Alice that evening.

He tossed his phone to the side and looked down at his own cock in disbelief as blood started to flood into his abused member once more.

He flung his head back and threw a forearm over his head.

‘Fuck…’

He had a lot of thinking to do…

But first…

With another curse, he reached for his phone and pulled up the latest clip.

How am I ever gonna live this down? I won’t be able to give Ryo shit ever again…

-

One Week Later

Erina let out a tired sigh when she heard the commotion outside her office.

Ever since growing closer with her cousin, the albino menace had taken it upon herself to drop by unannounced whenever the feeling struck.

Given it had only been a week since the event that brought them closer together, she’d somehow managed to make an incredible nuisance of herself.

What was I thinking, asking her to become an instructor? Imagine how much worse it would be if she lived and worked here…

Still, Erina couldn’t argue with the results. Ever since her dalliance, she’d found her stress levels reduced, her mood improved and her vibrator getting a frequent, nightly workout in the hot spring.

She’d already put in a custom order for a larger one.

To say Zorro had left an impression would be an understatement…

Her nethers tingled in delight as memories of that evening resurfaced. Erina felt her cheeks flush with delight as the flashbacks and phantom sensations threatened to overwhelm her.

Still, as much as that evening had served to scratch that itch in her womanhood, it had only left a deeper, yearning chasm in her heart.

One that no lover, no matter how gifted or talented, could fill.

Her door burst open and Erina let out a tired sigh, massaging her temple in irritation. When she looked up to greet her annoying cousin, she sucked in a startled breath.

For a heartbeat, she didn’t breathe.

Six months. Six months of silence, of chasing distractions and pretending his absence wasn’t a constant hum beneath everything she did. And now, just like that, he was here—unapologetically, infuriatingly, gloriously here.

And all it took was me taking a lover and having Alice rub it in his face…

They’d had words when she realised what all the filming had been about, what she’d been doing behind her back.

But, well…as she beheld her off-again, on-again boyfriend’s handsomely grinning features, she couldn’t argue with the results.

She’s going to be impossible after this…

She rose slowly, every movement measured, like standing too quickly might shatter the fragile sense of composure she was clinging to.

“You’re late,” she said, voice calm but tight around the edges. Her fingers curled around the desk’s edge to stop herself from crossing the room.

Soma stepped inside with that casual swagger that made her want to both kiss and strangle him.

“I missed you too,” he said, eyes gleaming with amusement, and something harder underneath.

Her lips parted, then closed again. No clever retort came to mind. Instead, she let the silence stretch just long enough to gather her fraying composure, then tilted her chin upward.

‘Well,’ she said coolly, ‘you certainly took your time.’

And still, despite her words, the slightest curve of her lips betrayed her—a smile she didn’t mean to show, tugging at the corner of her mouth, uninvited but unstoppable.

‘Oh, I dunno,’ he mused, letting his bag drop to the floor and taking a seat on the edge of her desk—much like Alice had done a week ago. ‘From where I was standing, it looked like you found a way to entertain yourself…’

She flushed at the implication—she couldn’t believe he’d seen that shameful side to her, it was almost as unbelievable as the fact that the thought excited her—but the sheer nerve of bringing that up after so often abandoning her. Without realising it, Erina had clenched her fists to suppress the white-knuckled rage.

Before she could explode, Soma closed the distance between them, his hand flying up to clasp her jaw in an iron-clad grip. She tried to look away, unable to meet the intensity in his gaze, but it was as if she was paralyzed, as if she’d forgotten how to breathe.

She hadn’t considered Soma would be angry after what she did—still didn’t believe it to be possible, but with how he’d put hands on her, and with how unreadable his expression was, Erina started to doubt.

Before she could let that doubt show on her face, Soma spoke, his voice soft, dark and sensual. Much sexier than Zorro’s voice had been, the commanding tone making her pussy leak like a faucet without even trying.

‘I’ll become an instructor at Totsuki… but you have to promise to come travelling with me when the term’s over—no excuses. Give whatever work you have to Hisako, I’m pretty sure that crazy chick is a papersexual.’

Erina’s eyes widened in shock and, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes. Her heart almost burst with happiness, but before she could make a fool of herself, she wrenched herself out of his grip and turned her back to him, unwilling to let this infuriating man she loved see her giddy smile.

‘I-I’m sure we could… work something out. Don’t think just because you’re back, everything’s forgiven. Maybe I want to go on more dates, play the field a little. I quite enjoyed myself last week, as you no-doubt saw…’

Soma pressed himself into her back, his arms wrapping around her waist and his face nuzzling her neck. When he spoke, it wasn’t with the possessive growl she was expecting, but rather one filled with mirth.

‘That’s fair. It’s not like I own you, right?’

When she pulled away, Erina found herself almost whining in disappointment, instantly missing his touch. She refused to let the sound slip from her lips though—it would have ruined this hard-to-get game she was playing.

She heard him shuffling around in his bag and she turned to see him drop one kilo bag of… something on her desk.

Soma’s grin was infuriating and it angered her for a reason she couldn’t explain.

‘Well, I can’t stop you from slutting it up all you want. It’s not like we’re married or anything. Speaking of, you know where Alice is? I got a delivery for her.’ Erina paled as Soma’s grin turned positively vulpine. ‘Maybe, if she’s got some free time, we might even hook up? Been a while since I’ve been with anyone, think she’ll be up for some fun?’

The whore wouldn’t even hesitate. She’d rub it in my face for the rest of our lives!

‘No.’

Her response came with a finality that should have ended all further sources of inquiry.

Soma didn’t take the hint, or if he did, he just didn’t care.

‘No?’ he parroted in amusement. ‘You think you’re in a position to tell me no? Whatever issues we had, I never cheated on you.’

Erina couldn’t help the flush of shame and embarrassment that flooded her cheeks. As much as she tried to avoid that fact, that was what she’d done.

She was no better than Alice—no, worse. Alice at least had her husband’s permission and blessing.

Erina found herself speechless, unable to form a retort but knowing deep within her soul that that could never happen.

Soma closed the distance again, her grin predatory. He pinned her against her own desk, his arms bracketing and trapping her within.

Their faces were millimetres apart, his warm, minty breath washing over her. Expecting a kiss, Erina let her eyes flutter closed and puckered her lips, only to yelp when she felt a pair of strong arms spin her around, and pin her again. Erina caught herself, her palms pressed against the hardwood and her bum against Soma’s groin.

Before she could utter a response, Soma slammed his phone down on the desk in front of her, a clip she was intimately familiar with playing on the screen. Erina flushed a deep crimson and sucked in a startled breath as she watched Zorro’s huge cock pistoning in and out of her, her soft body jiggling with the forcefulness of each thrust’s impact.

Transfixed by the sight, Erina didn’t even resist when Soma unhooked her skirt and tore a hole in her pantyhose.

‘You think Hisako will mind if we had a quick fuck?’

She gasped and let out a muffled whimper when she felt the crown of Soma’s cock pressing against her glistening womanhood—it didn’t stretch her like Zorro’s had, didn’t provide that same tingling pain mixed with pleasure, but Erina craved it all the same.

‘Yesss,’ Erina hissed, tilting her head back and resting it on Soma’s shoulder, giving her true lover access to her pale throat. ‘But I don’t caaaare.’

‘Good girl. Now, tell me how you’re gonna convince me not to fuck your crazy, sexy cousin,’ he purred, his lips pressed against her ear and his hot breath causing her to shudder as hard as his brutal, repeated thrusts managed. ‘She looked super hot in those videos—I wouldn’t mind wrapping those tits around my cock, you know?’

Erina shuddered violently at the repulsive thought, dread and desperation worming their way into her gut. She couldn’t imagine how Soma must have felt watching her with Zorro, just the thought of Soma with Alice was making her physically ill.

Unseen by Soma, Erina bit her lip to try and suppress a sultry smile.

Maybe I’ll give Ikumi a call? She’s always had a thing for Soma…