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Peeking down over her shoulder, Nakiri Erina saw that her hands were being bound by that long white cloth he always had tied to his arm.
Did he take that thing with him everywhere? Probably?
Did he use this on all the girls he seduced? Who knows?
However, those were questions for another day. The real question was however, how in the name of hell did she find herself in this situation again?
Oh yeah, that's right.... She had lost a Shokugeki... to him.
Yukihira Sõma! This blasted man!
Raising her head now, she watched him in pure defiance. She could not believe it; this loss wasn't supposed to happen. She had never lost in her life! And now, because of her overconfidence, she was going to be his toy for an entire evening...
Sõma smiled at her playfully, enjoying the never-die attitude she was giving him. He swore she was the only woman to treat him this way. He couldn't help but get a little bit excited. Tonight was definitely going to be fun.
With her hands now completely bound, he leaned in from behind her towards her ear, making sure his hot breath brushed against her delicate skin. The warmth tickled her earlobe immediately making Erina shiver.
"I'm going to enjoy making you squirm..."
Erina bit her bottom lip, her heart racing at his choice of words.
"L-Like hell! I'll never give in to you!"
Sõma chuckled lightly at that. She hadn't changed one bit, personality wise that is. Making his way from behind her delicious rear, he turned and looked at the stunning woman in front of him, eyeing her up and down, a bit too hungrily. Erina looked away from his intense gaze, it caused her to blush furiously.
The blonde had always this cute factor about her to Sõma. But now, in her mid-twenties, she was more than just cute... she was... indescribable; a true sight to behold. Voluptuous didn't even begin to depict the body she had, with her ample breasts, curvaceous hips, plump lips and doe eyes. To make matters worse, that overly sexualized black gown that clung to her body like glue had his mouth watering. And then there was that slit in her dress that ran up her fleshy thigh... by god it was driving him crazy. All night he fought to keep his eyes from lingering.
He wasn't a man driven by lust or anything like that, but Erina had this hold over him. He couldn't deny this, but in truth, she probably had a hold on every man in the world at the moment.
It wasn't much surprise to Sõma that she was literally the most wanted woman in their era, ranked rightfully so by multiple magazines. Amazingly successful with beauty that could have rivaled even Aphrodite herself, and at such a young age, Erina had the whole world at her feet.
That wasn't to say he wasn't a sought after man himself. He was just as successful as the blonde since graduating their famed culinary school. In fact, the amount of women that had thrown themselves at him over the years was practically nearing infinite.
However there was always that one woman that never gave into his boyish charm, his uncanny ability at being roguishly perfect, and his astounding cooking.
That woman being Nakiri Erina, even if she did want him...
He couldn't help but grin to himself... and now here she was, gift wrapped in a nice tight black gown, soon to be all his for the night.
Recovering from her embarrassment, Erina glared at him. If he thought she would be going along with this cooperatively, he had another thing coming. She wasn't going to be some easy lay like she was sure every other woman in his life was.
