Shokugeki Chapter 2 - Ikumi's second course (Patreon)

“Gaaahhh!!” Ikumi gasped as she sat bolt upright in her bed after shocking out of her extremely vivid dream.

It had been the same dream she’d been having on and off for the past three weeks:

She was sitting on a wooden chair, her hands tied behind the backrest and her ankles tied to either chair leg.

After squirming around for an ungodly long time, she was forced to slump down in defeat. And then he would appear: Yukihira Souma.

Every dream, he would pull a different stunt. He would tickle her, grope her, blindfold her and fondle her body. Sometimes he would cover her lovely breasts in chocolate or some other sauce to lick them clean, or suckle on her nipples until she began crying in horny desperation.

During other dreams he had simply groped her whole body until she screamed at him to stop taunting her.

But every dream would end the same way: her waking up before she reached the goal, leaving her exhausted, horny and frustrated for the rest of the day. By now people were starting to tell something was bothering her, since Ikumi tended to be in a rather foul mood thanks to her hunger.

I’m going to have to figure something out to handle this. Damned pervert Yukihira! This is all his fault! If he hadn’t-

But her train of thought froze as her mind drifted back to that day he’d tricked her into being tied onto a chair in his room. Those hours had been some of the most confusing of her life. She had felt scared, angry, frustrated and elated, sometimes all at the same time!

But one thing she couldn’t deny, was that it had felt good.

Maybe I should talk to him about this… Ikumi thought to herself.

Suddenly, the image of a grinning Souma entered her mind.

The buxom blonde punched the wall of her bedroom. “Hell no! I am NOT going to beg him to do that to me again! I’ll handle this myself!”

The gorgeous young girl jumped out of bed and put on her most daring outfit: a leopard skin bikini with matching thong, with only her shortest skirt and a white shirt that only had the lowest button closed to cover her luscious curves.

As she strode towards the academy to join her classes, one thought crossed her mind however.

But HOW am I going to handle this? I can’t very well… tie myself up? Can I?!

For the entire day, Ikumi followed her classes with limited attention. She couldn’t get those confusing thoughts out of her mind.

By the time the blonde got home again, she’d made up her mind. She switched on her computer and began doing some research. It didn’t take her long to discover the main keywords she needed to look up the stuff she wanted to know.

Bondage, BDSM, shibari,…

But the more tutorials she read or viewed, the more certain she became that rope tying techniques were something much too complicated and dangerous to learn properly in a short period of time. And the heated blonde didn't have the patience for taking the long way around.

So, she mail ordered something that would get the job done just as well.

Three days later, a small package arrived at her dorm. Ikumi accepted it in a hurry and rushed back to her room to open it up. Inside were two pairs of stainless steel handcuffs and a basic red ball gag.

Now all I need to do is wait for a quiet day in my dorm…

That day arrived the following weekend. Most of her fellow students had headed downtown.

After making one last round through the house to make sure she had all the privacy she needed, Ikumi locked down her room, took a few deep breaths, and got busy. 

The bodacious chef in training was lightly dressed, even by her standards. She was wearing nothing but a black thong for underwear, blue daisy dukes above that and a white halter top that stopped almost immediately below her impressive bust. Her entire hourglass figure was on full display thanks to that. 

With summer round the corner, the tanned young woman had determined it was too hot for a bra. Besides, if this experiment would turn out anything like that time, she would probably work up a sweat soon enough.

Ikumi sat down on her bed and opened up the box she’d kept her purchases in. The cuffs were still shiny, no surprise since she bought them new. A shiver ran down her spine as her fingers stroked the cold steel and the soft clattering reached her ears upon picking up the first set.

She reached forward with the opened up cuffs and locked one half around her right ankle.

*crrrk*

As the steel trapped itself around her ankle, Ikumi felt her pulse quicken.

Next one.

*crrrk*

She tried kicking her legs experimentally, but as she’d expected her feet were securely locked together. The blonde gently scooted off the bed to test if she could still walk, only to find herself stumbling at the first attempt and dropping on the bed.

“Ah!” She yelped. “This is just as secure was when Yukihira used ropes!” She realized.

The tanned babe turned her attention to the box. Her eye fell on the red rubber ball with the built-in straps. She picked it up out of the box and gazed upon it.

“So this is a ball gag? Looks weird if you ask me. How is a chew-toy going to keep me from speaking?”

Nevertheless, Ikumi buckled the gag into place, pulling the strap as tight as it would go without being uncomfortable.

“Show, ah dosh ish -HUH?! (So, what does this- HUH)?!” The voluptuous chef had tried to say. Except not a single word had come out the way it should!

“Ash ish?! Aih ahn shee (what’s this?! I can’t speak)!”

To her astonishment, the ball gag was proving to be quite a lot more effective in garbling up her voice.

When she tried pushing the ball outward or chewing on it to create some more room to move her lips, the blonde learned her gag was a lot more resilient than she’d given it credit for as well.

Okay, so maybe this thing DOES work.

She didn’t know why it was making her so excited, but it did. Her breasts were starting to tingle, and the young blonde couldn’t resist running her fingers along the thin fabric of her tank top to stroke her bosom

“Hrrrnngg!” She growled, slamming her fists into the mattress.

Get your head in the game Ikumi! This is a test, nothing more!

She snatched the last pair of handcuffs from the box and clicked one of them around her right wrist without hesitating.

*CRRRRRK*

“HMN!” She groaned. That had been a bit tighter than she’d expected.

Keys. Keys. Where did I put them?

She turned the box on its head to drop all of the contents on her bed. The tanned chef felt her heart flutter when the small silvery keychain holding the two pairs of keys that unlocked her cuffs came falling down.

She quickly picked them up and began fiddling with the cuff on her wrists to open it up again.

Ikumi groaned in relief as the cold steel released her wrist.

Let’s try this again.

*Crrk*

Her right hand had been cuffed again, but with a little more slack to give her some leeway. Slipping her hand out wasn’t an option though, something she confirmed for herself straight away.

This is it. She realized. If I lock my other hand into the remaining cuff, I’ll be stuck.

Her heart started pounding in her sizeable chest as she brought her hands behind her back.

“Hmn!” She yelped suddenly. “Oh ihihuh (you idiot)!” She cursed at herself.

She hadn’t put the keys in place yet!

The last thing she’d need was to lose track of those things during her wriggling. God knows how long it could take to retrieve those tiny metal keys beneath her sheets or worse, between the mattress and the bed boards.

After safely putting the keys on a white porcelain saucer on her nightstand, clearly in sight and easy to reach, Ikumi hopped back onto her bed and took a few deep breaths.

Here we go…

*crrrk*

Her last cuff was in place. Now her hands had been securely trapped behind her back. 

After one last test to see if she hadn’t left too much slack in any of her restraints, Ikumi settled down on her comfy bed.

Okay. I’m definitely stuck like this. It doesn’t feel as tight and secure as when that Yukihira used his ropes, but at the very least I can’t move as I please.

The voluptuous blonde then proceeded to struggling on her comfy mattress. The more she squirmed, the more excited she started to feel. Her breathing began to quicken, her heart started to pound. Ikumi kicked her legs, reached round to fiddle with the ankle cuffs, at one point she even tried to pull apart the handcuffs trapping her wrists.

Naturally, nothing worked. She remained imprisoned, and it made her feel strangely hot.

"Hmrrr!" She growled angrily. Her time squirming around had made her anxious and agitated. But her arms could barely reach around to stroke her fine breasts or slip down her jeans shorts. 

I can't do anything cuffed like this… 

Despite enjoying herself, the rush didn’t even come close to that time in Yukihira Souma's room. Her restraints felt real enough, but there was still something missing it seemed.

Why don’t I feel the same as back then? I’ve ticked all the boxes, save for his weird food tasting.

Ikumi panted softly as she crawled over to lie in her cushions.

Should I… Close my eyes?

She didn’t know where that idea came from, but it was worth a shot.

Except, the moment she did, Souma's grinning mug appeared before her.

"Ah!" She yelped into her gag, her eyes popping open again as she looked around her room, completely flustered.

Empty.

For God's sake, Ikumi! Will you grow up! He's just an overconfident brat with above average cooking skills! 

The mood for further experimenting had left her now, so she rolled over to the nightstand and planted her firm tush on the edge of her bed so she could grab her keys.

The hot blonde began fiddling around behind her back to open up the cuffs on her wrists. But after almost a minute of blind fumbling, almost dropping the key once in her impatience, she had yet to succeed in opening up either of the locks.

Where is it?! Where's the damn keyhole?!

After over 10 minutes of angrily poking around with the tiny silvery key, she eventually made the mistake she’d dreaded: She accidentally dropped the keychain on the floor.

"HRMMNNN!!" She groaned annoyed, gingerly scooting off the bed and sitting down on the mat to feel around for the tiny metal keys.

Why is this so difficult? She thought nervously. 

With each failed attempt her body had begun feeling hotter and her heart had begun beating faster. By now her chest was starting to ache from her lungs' frantic breathing rhythm and her pounding heart.

My feet! I should just get those cuffs off for starters and then try again. She told herself, trying to calm down again.

It took some doing, but eventually those cuffs came off.

"Hmfff!" She sighed relieved. At least I can walk now.

The blonde kept a firm hold of her keys as she slowly got to her feet. She then decided to head into her bathroom to see what the hell was wrong with those cuffs on her wrists.

After switching on the lights and positioning herself in front of the mirror so she could inspect her back, she discovered the problem:

Ikumi had put on the handcuffs the wrong way around. The keyholes were turned away from her hands!

What kind of backwards design is this?! She thought furiously. There's no way I can fit the keys on my own like this!

"HMRNNN!!" She let out a long, angry scream as the reality of her predicament sunk in. She couldn’t get out.

SON OF A-

"HMNNNN!! GMRNFNGG!! HMRRNGG!!"

The voluptuous chef in training spent several minutes stamping the floor and yanking her handcuffs and screaming at the top of her lungs to vent. In hindsight, the ball gag had been a blessing in disguise. If her stream of insults had not been muffled, she might have lured the dorm’s matron into her room.

After her tantrum, Ikumi sat herself down on the edge of the bath. The cool porcelain and the cold tiled floor were helping her calm down slightly. But as her anger began to subside, panic kicked in instead. She had no way of getting those cuffs off. Period.

After some strained contorting of her arms, she finally had to concede the ball gag was out of reach as well.

I can't very well leave my room like this to get help. What'll people think of me?! Nobody knows I'm into this! Heck, I don't even know if I'm into this, or what this is to begin with!!

There it was again: that grinning mug of a certain red haired young man with fierce golden eyes.

NO Ikumi! You are not calling him!

But after one last failed attempt to open her cuffs using the mirror for guidance, she saw no other way. There was only one person she knew who would understand her humiliating predicament, maybe even better than she herself did.

So after mentally preparing herself, pacing up and down the room to try and think of any other option, Ikumi finally headed over to her desk to get her phone.

But as she moved to dial Souma’s number, a thought struck her:

I can't speak like this! That stupid ball gag is going to turn my every word into garble!

So she settled on sending a text message instead. The moment it was sent she sat back down on her bed, her heart pounding as she waited for a response.

"Yukihira, are you free today?"

" 'Sup Nikumi! Been a while huh? I should have some time this afternoon, why?"

"Could you come to my dorm room?"

"Your room? Sure, I guess. I can be there at 15:30."

The blonde glanced at her clock: 11:30. And she was already feeling a bit hungry.

"No way! That's way too late! Get over here now!"

"Is it that urgent? I'm re-writing my recipe notes and after that I'd planned to perform a taste test. Wanna come try out my dish?"

"No! YOU need to come to MY room. ASAP!!"

"Hmmm. Well how about I skip my notes, do the taste teste now and bring the result to you? I can be there at 13:00 then."

The bodacious chef groaned. That's still so long!! I want out of these cuffs damn it!

"FINE! But hurry your ass! And by all means COME ALONE."

"Sure, sure. You gonna tell me what's got you so worked up?"

"Not over the phone. Just come here and do it fast!"

"Alright. See you at lunch."

The bound and gagged blonde settled on watching some television to pass the time. But of course, with her residing in one of the most prominent cooking schools in Japan, most of the shows provided were of a culinary nature.

GOD! I'm starving!"

The blonde glanced over at her desk, where some high grade beef jerky was still sealed in an air-tight bag.

Stupid ball gag…

13:00 finally arrived, with a knock on her door.

"Nikumi? You in?"

She rolled her eyes. Where else would I be, dumbass?!

The blonde got up from the bed to open up, but two feet from the door, she froze.

I can't open up looking like this! That blockhead might yell in surprise and draw the attention of other dorm students!

"Nikumi? Don't tell me you're out?! Come on, you're the one who kept nagging me to be here by 1 'o clock!" Souma said annoyed, knocking on her door again.

Ikumi rushed for her phone again and sent another text message.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh? Are you in your room or not?"

"YES I'M IN MY ROOM BUT I'M NOT OPENING UP UNTIL YOU'VE CLOSED YOUR EYES!"

Ikumi intently listened through the hard wood of her dorm room door.

A soft sigh made it through.

"Fine. I've closed my eyes!" Soma yelled through the wood.

After taking a deep breath the blonde bombshell reached out with both hands, pulled the door handle and opened her door.

The red haired student chef was standing in front of her doorway, his eyes firmly shut. He was holding a large carrier bag inside of which were two bento cases.

To her annoyance, Ikumi felt her heart flutter and her lips curl into a relieved smile.

"Nikumi? Can I come in?" Souma asked, rather confused by this whole bizarre situation.

"Esh." She replied without thinking.

YOU MORON! The flustered blonde yelled in her mind. If her hands hadn't been cuffed behind her back, she would've surely smacked herself over the head!

Souma frowned, but didn't open his eyes. "Okay." He replied, stepping inside as Ikumi hurried to evade the approaching youth.

As the red haired boy headed for the middle of her room, Ikumi hurriedly closed the door by bumping her juicy buttocks into the wood.

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

After another deep breath, Ikumi muttered her reply.

"Esh, uh ohw aff (Yes, but don't laugh)." She said.

"What's wrong with your speech?" Souma asked as he opened his eyes and slowly turned around. "Is this why you didn't-"

But he stalled as he spotted the gorgeous blonde standing before him, with a bright red rubber ball adorning her full pink lips. Judging by the shine and the large patch of saliva on that mini-top of hers, that ball had been in there for quite a while too.

Ikumi glared at him. "Ow hoo air aff (don't you dare laugh)!" She warned again, straightening up her back and pushing out that amazing chest of hers in the process.

Souma noticed she was holding her arms behind her back, a very odd pose considering the circumstances. Unless… she didn't have a choice in the matter.

The red haired young man began grinning. "I won't laugh. But let me guess: you can't take out that ball gag, can you?"

Ikumi felt her cheeks burn up. She shook her head in favour of garbling a response.

"Would that be because you're no longer free to move your hands?" Souma asked slyly.

The meat master's blush turned even more vivid. She slowly revealed her back to him, and thus the stainless steel cuffs that were keeping her hands pinned there. 

Souma had to nearly bite his tongue not to start laughing. But since Ikumi would've probably thrown a fit if he had, the red-haired chef persevered.

"I take it this is the reason you called me? Because no one else knows of this?"

"Ofv orsh (of course)!" Ikumi replied annoyed.

"Did you lose the keys?"

The blonde shook her head again and reached into her back pocket to fish out the tiny pair hung from the keychain.

"Then what's the problem?" Souma asked confused.

After making the young man take hold of the keys, Ikumi bent over so she could lift her hands up to Souma's face.

"eeh-how (key hole)."

"Huh?" Souma replied as he examined the cuffs. "I dont see a- Ahhh!" He exclaimed as the penny dropped. "You've got the keyholes pointed in the wrong direction, don't you? So now you can't fit the keys in yourself."

Hearing it out loud like that wanted to make Ikumi sink through the floor. But she nodded in defeat.

"Haha, rookie mistake!"

"EY (HEY)!" The blonde growled bounding upright and spinning around to glare at the red haired chef. Her impressive rack bounced right along with her body, briefly drawing in Souma's eyes.

"Sorry. I know I said I wouldn't laugh, but you have to admit this is quite comical."

"OHH (NO)!" The bombshell raged, turning around and glaring at her supposed rescuer. "EH HEE OW (GET MET OUT)!"

"Not yet." Souma grinned.

"AH?! (WHAT)"

"To tell you the truth, I was sort of hoping your call to make me visit would be about this."

"Ahow ah (about what)?"

"About continuing what we did after the shokugeki." Souma replied, reaching deep into his bag and pulling out a coil of rope.

Ikumi's eyes grew wide. "OW! AI AHN OW!! AIF IH UK OHR OUSH (NO! I WANT OUT! I'VE BEEN STUCK FOR HOURS!)"

The blonde's stomach began growling. "AN AI HUN-GHEE (AND I'M HUNGRY)!"

"I'll feed you your bento in return for you letting me try something on you."

The blonde glowered at Souma. "Ai hah (Try what)?"

"Don't worry, it won't be anything painful or embarrassing. And the minute I've finished my ropework I'll start feeding you."

Ikumi still didn't feel convinced. "Ow ohn (how long)?"

"What?"

"Ow ohn ih aih hee aih huh ohr (How long will I be tied up for)?"

Souma grinned. "Depends on how much of a fuss you make."

"HOO (YOU)!"

"Haha, I'm joking. I won't keep you prisoner for long. I just want to make up for teasing you last time."

That made the blonde relax a little, finally. After all, she couldn't really blame Souma for wanting to try something new, she was in this mess because she'd experimented on her own without proper preparations. And in the end her testing hadn’t even brought her the results she wanted.

All things considered, she had to admit Souma had shown her a whole new realm of joy back then. Being trapped on that chair, bound and gagged in his room… It had felt exhilarating on a scale she'd never experienced before, not even today. 

So as much as she hated it, part of the bodacious blonde felt… curious about what he had planned this time.

"Faihe (fine)." She sighed. "Uh heh aih ash hoo ohh eh hee ow, hoo afh hoo eh hee ow (But when I ask you to let me out, you have to let me out)." The tanned blonde demanded, directing her fierce green gaze straight into Souma's golden eyes.

"Deal. I'll take that as a challenge to keep you entertained, so you won't ask to be released." He replied with a confident smirk.

Ikumi rolled her eyes and turned her back.

After Souma had guided his blonde friend to kneel down on her bed, he got busy with his ropes.

He quickly and skilfully lashed Ikumi’s right calf to her right thigh by looping a single, very long rope around her leg five times, starting near her waist and gradually moving down to her knee. The loops were spaced equally far apart, to envelop the whole of the blonde’s luscious thigh and calf and pin her leg in a very secure frogtie. He kept his ropework in place by cinching the ropes together on the outside of Ikumi’s leg, and finally tying off the end at her ankle to anchor everything in place. 

The red-haired chef in training then repeated that for her left side, trapping the blonde on her knees with frogties so firm she could barely twitch her legs.

“Oof! Ash iah (That’s tight)!”

“Does it hurt?”

“A ihuh, uh ai ihn ai ahn air ih (A little, but I think I can bear it).” The blonde admitted. She felt relieved Souma at least checked with her, but at the same time it was unnerving how immobile she had already become after just two ropes. 

Guess cuffs really aren’t in the same league as ropework. Even if it takes a lot longer.

Souma pulled out another coil of rope and then finally removed the handcuffs.

Ikumi quickly pulled her hands around to her front to rub her sore wrists.

“You need a minute?” Souma asked, putting down his rope.

The blonde cook began blushing and hurried to pull out the ballgag, throwing it on the floor. “Don’t patronize me. I’m ready for this!” She said stubbornly, sticking her hands out behind her back again.

“If you say so.” Souma replied, gently pulling his friend’s arms behind her back and trapping them in a strict box tie. The remainder of his rope he then wrapped around her upper body, below and above her chest so they gave Ikumi’s impressive bust some support. Not that they needed it. Her breasts were so firm the bottom of the skimpy white tank top didn't even touch her torso.

After tying off the knots and hiding them away, Souma scooted back. “There, that should do the trick.”

It was as if he had fired a short from a starting pistol. The second he Souma declared he had finished up, Ikumi began struggling frantically to free herself from his bonds. For some reason, now that she’d been thoroughly restrained she wanted nothing more than to escape again. She felt it could be a statement to her red-haired rival, that it would show him she wasn’t as easy to toy with as he seemed to think.

I’ll teach him to mock me for messing up with those cuffs! She thought determined, biting away her embarrassment through gritted teeth.

Sadly, her wish didn’t come true. Her fingers searched around feverishly to try and locate a knot, pulling at the ropes around her arms to get one in reach. She began rolling around on the bed, kicking her legs to try and dislodge the frogties, or even force the ropes to budge through sheer force.

But nothing worked. After 15 minutes of squirming and grunting, all of the ropes were still solidly in place. If anything, they’d tightened up. Her chest especially was now under constant pressure from Souma’s harness. Ikumi’s breasts were large enough by themselves, but now that those ropes had so tightly ensnared them, even the blonde began growing a bit flustered with her size.

Why do they feel so heavy? This has never happened before, not even in his room! Is it because of those stupid ropes?!

That was exactly the reason. But knowing that didn’t do a damn thing for the tanned bombshell, since she had no way of actually releasing any tension!

After 10 more minutes of valiant struggles, Ikumi finally had to concede defeat.

“Haah, haah, haaah.” The bodacious blonde began panting, her face bright red with embarrassment and fatigue.

“Secure enough?” Souma taunted.

She glared at him. “If you’re going to mock me, you can just leave!”

“Then who is going to let you out again?”

“I’ll figure out a way. I have plenty of energy left!” She bluffed.

She’d barely uttered that sentence or her stomach made a long, loud grumbling noise.

“You sure?” Souma grinned. “Sounds to me like you could do with a bite to eat.”

Ikumi hopped on her knees to turn away from Souma, her face bright red. “That’s because you took too long getting here, dumbass!”

“Well would you allow me to make up for it by feeding you my bento?”

He opened up one of the cases, out of which a delicious smell wafted forth. A rather familiar smell too.

It was the bento dish with which he’d defeated Alice Nakiri in the quarter finals. Back then, the smell and display of his food had been powerful enough to whet an entire audience’s appetite. This time however, those rich flavours worming their way into Ikumi’s nostrils were so strong they nearly made her faint!

Her stomach grumbled even louder in response to the delectable smells. She turned around to face him. “So, what’s your plan then? Are you going to make me grovel before you, beg for each bite of your food? Or will you make me eat with my hands tied, forced to bend over and gobble up my meal like a dog?”

“Actually, I was planning to feed you.” Souma replied casually, picking up a piece of the still warm fish with two chopsticks.”

Ikumi’s eyes widened. Feed me? On some level that felt even more embarrassing than the scenario’s she’d concocted!

“No way! Untie me and I’ll eat it by myself!”

But Souma shook his head. “My dish, my rules. Of course, if you don’t agree you’re free to untie yourself and dig in.” He taunted.

She glared at him. If I could do that I’d be free already, jackass! She thought angrily. Even if she did have a hope of escape, which deep down she strongly doubted, it would probably take her so long she’d pass out from hunger!

And Souma’s food just kept smelling better and better.

“Fine.” She mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“I said fine!” Ikumi bellowed. “You can… f-feed me your stupid bento!”

“Thank you!” Souma replied cheerfully, holding out a piece of the fried cod with his chopsticks. “Say Aaahn.” He joked.

Ikumi frowned, but her hunger was too great to keep up her fight. So she gingerly leant forward to take the red-haired chef’s offering.

As she’d expected, even that first small bite was enough to create an explosion of flavour in her mouth. The gentle flavour of the cod, the vibrant spices and the crackling crust, all of it came together to set her tonsils alight!

“Hmnn!” She moaned as her tongue was set ablaze with the umami of the dried tuna stock.

Souma held out a second bite, cod with rice this time. 

Ikumi dug in without a moment’s hesitation, chomping the food off the chopsticks.

“Don’t rush, there’s plenty for both of us.” Souma teased.

“S-shut up and keep it coming!” The blonde frowned at her captor. “I want a taste of those side-dishes and soup.”

“Sure, sure.”

The voluptuous blonde polished off the packed lunch in no time at all, after which she dropped herself on the cushions near her headboard. She was feeling so fulfilled and relaxed even the ropes weren’t hurting as bad anymore.

“Haaah, that was delicious!”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” Souma smiled brightly as he tucked away both the bento cases he and Ikumi had emptied over the past half hour. “But I hope you’re not too full for the second course.”

“There’s more food?” The blonde said surprised.

“Oh no. Not food.” The red haired young man said mysteriously as he began rummaging around in the bag he’d brought along.

Curious about his further plans, Ikumi tried climbing back to her knees to peek inside. But thanks to the strict frogties and her useless arms, she couldn’t get out of the thick, fluffy pillows she’d nestled herself in.

Huh? What the- The cute girl thought flustered as she started twisting and turning on her massive red pillow. But her legs were too awkwardly positioned to get any grip, and her arms were pressed flat against her back, unable to push herself off.

I can’t get up?! That’s ridiculous!

“Ah, there it is!” Souma suddenly remarked, snapping the blonde out of her flustered thoughts. He hadn’t noticed Ikumi’s comical failure because the tool he’d searched for had slipped down the bottom of his bag.

The young chef turned to his captive, showing her a large white hitachi wand.

Ikumi felt her eyes grow wide. “NO!” She bellowed, once again squirming on her bed. “No way!”

But as she’d just found out, the voluptuous captive had no way of actually running away.

Come ON! Stupid ropes!

“You can’t really be surprised at this.” Souma said casually. “How else were we going to conclude this play date?”

“This isn’t a play date!” Ikumi snapped, glowering at him. “I called you here because I needed a hand!”

“And I’m giving you one.”

“T-that’s not what I meant!”

“Then would you rather I left again?”

“What?! You’d leave me here like this?! You can’t!”

“Why not? You keep telling me to back off, and that you can escape just fine on your own. So, what’s wrong with taking off?” Souma replied confidently.

“B-because…”

Because I don’t think I want you to.

The thought had come to her so naturally, there was no denying it. She wanted Souma to do what he’d done last time. She wanted that feeling again, that thrill she had failed to replicate by herself.

“Because?” The red haired chef insisted. He wasn’t being obnoxious, he just felt a bit nervous himself. If he misinterpreted her hesitation at this moment, their bond as friends might be damaged forever, not to mention their potential for more…

“Because I’d feel scared, tied up in my room without you by my side.” Ikumi said, or rather whispered.

That hadn’t been the response Souma had expected, but it still made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. “I’m not going anywhere.” He promised. “You remember our deal when we got started, don’t you?”

“Huh?”

“If you want out, just say so. I promised I’d untie you, remember?”

The blonde’s eyes widened. Truth be told, she had forgotten about that! Or rather, she’d dismissed it because she assumed that the moment those ropes of Souma were tied in place, she’d be powerless to demand anything regardless.

“Y-you meant that?”

“Of course I did. This is supposed to be fun for the both of us.”

“T-then I suppose there’s no harm in trying whatever you have planned.” The blonde admitted, shifting her legs nervously.

“Want me to remove the frogtie ropes?”

But Ikumi shook her head. If you free my legs now, I don’t think I’d be able to work up the courage to stay in place…

Part of her was starting to realize why bondage felt so alluring to her. For all her posturing and brash behaviour, deep down the blonde was a rather nervous and timid young woman. Souma’s self-confidence and his drive to pursue his goals no matter the obstacles had always felt intimidating to her.

Her feelings toward him were the same. She didn’t have the nerve to own up to him, something he’d learned long beforehand. If he hadn’t forced her to come admit her enjoyment back in his room, she probably never would’ve grown closer to him despite wanting nothing more.

Despite knowing all that, she still didn’t feel ready to admit her feelings. These tight and strong ropes ensnaring her body felt like some sort of safeguard. They were assisting, no forcing ­her in confronting her deepest desires.

“So you’re really ready for this?” Souma asked once more.

“What’s the point in tying me up if you’re going to keep asking for permission!” The helpless blonde suddenly snapped.

That small outburst startled the red haired young man. He flinched back for a moment, but recovered soon enough.

“That’s the Nikumi I know!” He chuckled. “Seems like next time I’ll need to use even more rope to keep you docile.”

“Just you try it!” The blonde growled, wriggling around in her ropes again. Souma’s taunts had re-lit her fire, without her even realizing, her nerves had been drowned by the adrenaline coursing through her once more.

Souma began searching his bag again, which confused the blonde.

The hitachi is right there, what’s he-

“I should probably do something about your big mouth before we get started.”

“WHAT?!”

“I noticed the dormitory was pretty empty when I came in. But you can’t be certain it’s abandoned, right?” The young man reasoned. “So just to be safe, I’m going to make sure you can’t actually scream loud enough to draw any attention outside the room.”

He then produced a clean white cloth and tied a bulky knot into it. “Open wide.”

Ikumi clamped her jaw shut. Just because I’ve finally agreed to all this, doesn’t mean I’ll just do as you say! She said stubbornly.

But her captor wasn’t fazed at all. He calmly reached for Ikumi’s exposed waistline and started tickling her sides.

The bodacious blonde held it together for all of five seconds before bursting out in laughter.

“Ahahahaa! You jac-mhmfn!!” She had tried to insult when Souma nimbly slipped the knotted cleave gag into place and tied it off behind her back.

“HMRNNNFF!” His damsel growled, breathing heavily through her nose as she started chewing the gag and shaking her head to try and dislodge it. But it wouldn’t budge, and to her annoyance it did a great job at containing her rant.

Her only remaining means of resistance now sealed, the bombshell settled for throwing a glare at Souma.

He returned a smirk. “NOW we can get started.”

And without warning, he grabbed the large hitachi wand and pressed the bulbous end against Ikumi’s daisy dukes, underneath which she only had a thin layer of black silk to defend her lovebox from what was to come.

The blonde just barely managed to gasp in anticipation before Souma turned on his toy.

*mmmmzzzzz*

“AAAHHHNNN!!”

Thank God for the gag, or Ikumi’s shriek might have pierced Souma’s ears, and probably called everyone currently inside the dormitory into her room.

It’s so powerful! How is this possible?! I’m- I’m-

Mere seconds after the hitachi had begun its work, she was already on the verge of climaxing.

“Hmrnnn!!” The tanned girl mewled, squeezing her thighs together in pleasurable agony as she tried to keep her lust from rampaging so soon.

Hold it in! What the hell is he gonna think of you buckle this quickly!

“Too strong?” Souma asked, a little taken aback by his captive’s violent reaction.

She nodded fiercely, chewing the cloth between her teeth to try contain her passion. She was on the verge of giving up that frustrating fight though.

Thankfully, her red-haired captor responded swiftly. He toned down the hitachi to a less gruelling pace.

“Hmn, hmnfff.” Ikumi panted as her raging desire calmed down slightly.

Souma began working the hitachi, applying pressure and changing its angle in accordance to his damsel’s reactions to slowly bring her to orgasm.

This is it! The feeling I’ve been wanting all day. Ikumi realized as her orgasm began to swell again, gently coaxed forward by Souma’s well-paced ministrations. She started squirming happily to make the ropes dig in in all the right places, making her skin tingle and her mind grow fuzzy until only a single thought remained:

So good! This feels… SO GOOOOD!

“Hmnnnnn!” The blonde groaned in delight as her climax surged. Her legs began flailing, straining against the strong ropes as her entire body convulsed under her liberating finish.

Souma switched down the hitachi another notch, allowing Ikumi to slowly ride out the wave of pleasure he’d called forth.

When she began whimpering for a breather, the red haired young man pulled away the large buzzing toy.

He then reached round to roll his captive on her side so he could undo the ropes.

But to his astonishment, Ikumi started mewling at him, and knocked his hand away with her knee.

"What's wrong?" He asked surprised.

"unhah hee."

"Sorry?"

"Hmrrn!" She groaned frustrated. The cleave gag was making it hard to talk. "Uh-ahg ee (ungag me)!" She repeated, as clearly as possible.

“Oh! Sure.” Souma complied and reached round to untie the cloth parting her lips. “What’s the matter? You seemed uncomfortable.”

"Of course I am! My arms and legs are sore from fighting your ropes. Plus, I'm sweaty and sticky all over." Ikumi replied embarrassed. "I need a shower." She concluded, leaning back into the pillows since it was the comfiest position she could manage right now.

"I can understand that. But then why did you stop me from untying you?”

Now Ikumi began blushing even more vividly than her afterglow had made her do. It was hard for her to admit, but she didn’t yet want out of her ropes. They felt… safe, somehow. It was as if those ropes were wat kept Souma close to her. On some level, she felt that when they’d disappear again, so would he.

“You don’t want out?” Souma asked surprised.

“N- not yet.” She admitted, averting those big green eyes over hers to avoid Souma’s stunned gaze. “Instead, could you… help me get in the shower?"

The young man frowned confused. "Do you want me to help rinse you down? But your clothes would get soaked as well."

"Not like that!" The bombshell replied desperately. "Who showers with their clothes on, you moron!"

“So then… you’d like me to…”

Ikumi groaned in frustration. “Are you really going to make me say it out loud, you blockhead?”

Souma stared at the blonde with a half open mouth.

She just rolled her eyes. Guess that’s a yes. If this is another plot, I’m carving you up!

"Y-YOU need to help me s-s-sh-shower!" She stammered whilst her face began burning up. She buried her head in the pillows again to avoid looking at Souma.

“You’re sure that’s what you want?” The red haired chef asked surprised.

"Aaargh! Why are you being so dense?” She moaned, muffled by the pillows. “You were the one who made the first move back in your room! YOU were the one who asked to tie me up today!”

"W-well yes." Souma admitted. "But I didn't think you were ready for more, considering you began experimenting on your own."

"Well I AM ready for more!" Ikumi snapped as she rolled on her side again so she could speak clearly. Her fingers had begun fumbling around with the ropework again, but it was as secure as ever. But right now, that didn’t make her feel nervous at all. On the contrary. 

“Wasn’t that why you bought the cuffs yourself and all that?” Souma teased.

The blonde rolled her eyes. “What is the matter with you?! I've given you every signal I can think of, apart from spelling it out for you. So how about you finally get moving?" The blonde shouted, squirming in her tight as ever ropes.

"Haah, haah, haaaaah." She began panting after tiring herself out.

I still can’t move. And Yukihira doesn’t seem like he’s on board yet either… Damn it! Why is this so difficult?!

“L-Learn to read the mood already, dumbass!” She spat. “This is embarrassing enough without having to repeat myself!”

Souma began smiling brightly. “Good for you, Nikumi-chan, speaking so frankly for once. If this is how you really feel, then I won’t hesitate anymore.” He stated proudly, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "I won't let you down." He whispered as he started untangling her frogties.

"J-just hurry up you moron." She muttered, her cheeks still bright red.

But immediately after she asked him to get started, her heart began pounding again. No, this time it was beating even more rapidly! She felt a shiver run down her spine as well, and her legs suddenly turned to jelly, despite there being no change in the ropes yet.

Why am I feeling so nervous? This is what I want isn't it?

After removing the ropes trapping Ikumi’s legs, Souma then guided his bound friend to the bathroom. He then turned to the shivering blonde, opened up the zipper to her daisy dukes and helped her step out of them.

"You ready?" He asked as he hooked a finger behind her black thong, which was already soaked in her love juice."

"Ju-Just do it." She gasped, leaning forward to bury her head in his chest. This is a lot more nerve-wracking than I thought it would be.

He chuckled softly. "Sorry for dawdling so long." He apologised, hinting more at the quiet period in between his visits than his confusing signals during this particular day.

In a single smooth motion, Souma pulled down Ikumi’s thong, leaving her standing in nothing but her tiny white tank top and the ropes that made it cling to her impeccable rack.

“So how are you going get my top off without removing the ropes?” She wondered.

“Didn’t you have an idea for that? You were the one who wanted to remain tied up.” The red haired youth said surprised.

“Me?! I know nothing about rope tying! How the hell am I supposed to figure out a way?!” She bellowed.

“Well you came up with the idea.” Souma protested.

“And YOU were supposed to make it work!” The blonde replied heatedly. “Aarrgh! Forget it! Just untie me and I’ll take it off.”

The young chef didn’t respond however.

“Yukihira?”

“Hmm. I think I might have an idea.”

“What kind of idea?” Ikumi asked sceptically.

But rather than answer, Souma walked out of the bathroom.

“HEY! Where are you-“ She tried to ask as she chased after him. But the voluptuous young chef hit a snag, literally.

She had no idea when he’d done it, but at some point Souma had undone a small bit of her box-tie and tied it to one of the towel racks, effectively leashing her in place!

“That sneaky son of a- YUKIHIRAAAA!” Ikumi growled. “Get back in here!” She shouted, stamping the floor with her right foot as she moved over to the towel rack to try and undo the knot.

But for just a single small nubbin of rope, that little knot was being quite obstinate. Her captor had pulled it so tight Ikumi couldn’t work it loose at all. And after briefly losing her patience and just yanking the rope out of frustration, she’d actually served to pull the knot even tighter. When she approached it again, it was so tightly done up she couldn’t even work her fingernails into it anymore.

“Aaarrhh! Stupid ropes!” She groaned.

“You didn’t say that a few moments ago.” Souma teased form the doorway, startling the blonde.

“Yukihira! You’re back!” She yelped, sounding more relieved than she’d cared to admit.

“Of course. I just had to pick up these.” He replied, showing her the two pairs of handcuffs.

“You’re going to use those?!”

“Yes. They aren’t as restrictive, which will help you relax in the shower. Plus, hemp rope can soak up a lot of moisture, so it might not feel very comfortable in the shower.”

Ikumi just shrugged. “Whatever you say.” She replied, trying to sound uninterested.

“You’re that annoyed about being tied to the towel rack?”

“I’m not a freaking dog! Why should I be leashed!”

“Because it’s cute.” Was the cunning reply.

Once again, Ikumi felt her cheeks burn up without her permission.

“T-t-that’s got nothing to do with any of this!” She rattled, turning her back to Souma. “Just get started before I start feeling chilly.”

“Sure thing.” He replied, pulling the ball gag Ikumi had discarded earlier out of his back pocket. He’d wiped it clean with a fresh towel before returning to the bathroom. And with the blonde’s back turned, he now saw his best possible chance to get it into place.

“AH!” Ikumi yelped as she felt the rubber ball being wedged into place. “AHR?! OHHW!! (WHAT?! NOOO!!)” She screamed in protest, trying to push her captor away. But the box tie denied her entirely.

“Hoo ash (you ass)!” She grumbled as she turned around to glare at a widely grinning Souma. 

To think he’d gag me again. And I couldn’t stop him at all!

“You’ve got great taste. This gag looks adorable.” He complimented.

Ikumi stamped the floor again. “Shoh ah-hin (stop stalling)!” She demanded.

“Sure, sure.” Souma said rather dismissively, only angering the blonde further.

Is he TRYING to piss me off?

The young man gently turned Ikumi around again and led her to stand next to the shower. He then carefully undid her box-tie, but the moment he’d slipped one of her hands free, he pulled the whole construction tight again to trap the other one still in place.

“Ah?!” Ikumi yelped surprised as she began pulling on her left arm. But it remained stuck behind her back.

*crrrk*

Whilst she had been distracted, Souma had locked a cuff around her right wrist. “That’s one.”

“Hah?!”

Without missing a beat, Souma guided Ikumi’s arm through her skimpy top and cuffed it to the towel rack.

“EY!” She protested. “Ah huh hehuh ho hoo hin horr ho-hin? Han hahin hee haih ish (What the hell do you think you’re doing? Manhandling me like this)?!” The sexy chef in training bellowed, rattling the cuff angrily.

“Well you told me to figure out a way to get your top off with the ropework intact. That can’t be done, but at least this keeps you restrained along the way.” He replied casually.

The bombshell stalled. True, I did tell him that. B-but still.

“Hmf!” She huffed, unable to think of a comeback.

“Can I continue?”

She nodded, turning her back again.

Souma removed the box-tie completely this time, and after pulling Ikumi’s tight tank top over her head to expose that bountiful rack of hers, he gently guided her arm behind her back.

She had assumed there would soon be another click from the other cuff. But oddly enough, the first thing she heard was the sound of a lock and then the opening of a handcuff.

“Hmn?” She mouthed confused, looking where the noise had come from.

Her red-haired captor had opened up the cuff that had anchored her to the towel rack and now slipped her free wrist into it to cuff her arms behind her back again.

“I thought I’d return you back to the state I found you.” He said stoically as he quickly kneeled down to cuff her ankles as well.

“Hmnrrr!” She groaned annoyed. Listen to him, acting like he’s some poetic bondage genius. I’ll bet he just ran out of rope tricks.

“Or would you rather I try something called a ‘reverse prayer’?” Souma suddenly offered.

Ikumi turned to look at her kitchen rival. Souma’s golden eyes had gone cold and calculating, in that same manner he’d looked at her during their shokugeki to save the Don club. That serious look told her everything she needed to know: He wasn’t bluffing.

And judging by the name of that position, it would definitely be uncomfortable!

“Oh aksh (no thanks).” She said, shaking her head.

“Okay then.” He replied, putting the keys to her handcuffs on the wash basin.

Souma then turned on the taps to let the water warm up.

“It’ll be ready in a moment. I’ll go and get you a fresh set of clothes for when you get out of the shower again.” He said as he left the bathroom again.

Ikumi glanced over at the keys, a single thought entering her mind:

I could free myself with those. 

Even though she initially feared losing her nerve asking Souma to shower together with her if she were able to resist, right now it felt equally daunting to climb into that cubicle completely helpless.

He won’t get mad at me for escaping, will he?

The blonde bit down on her rubber ball.

Listen to you! Doting over him like some fangirl! You are your own woman Ikumi! If you want to shower without handcuffs, then you should!

That had been the single weirdest thought she’d ever mentally shouted. But it had spurred her on nonetheless. She leaned into the sink and picked up the keys, gently manoeuvring them towards the keyhole. If she dropped them here, she’d have no chance at picking them up from the slippery tiled floor in time. But her steady chef’s hands didn’t fail her and she kept a firm grip.

However, as she began poking around with the key to slot it in place, a familiar feeling occurred.

I can’t find the keyhole? How come? 

Her eyes shot wide open. Don’t tell me!

“UHI-HIAA (YUKIHIRAAAA)!!” Ikumi roared.

The red haired chef came rushing in with a new outfit for the bombshell. “What’s wrong?”

The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know however.

“Ah, you’ve discovered I put the cuffs on the wrong way round.”

“OOH SHA-AHSH (YOU JACKASS)!!” She screamed, tossing the keys back into the shink.

I was never getting out from the start!

“Well I told you: I decided to put you back in the position I found you in.” He said with a self-satisfied smirk.

The red-haired man then opened the shower door. “Well then, in you go.”

“Huh? Ai ahn ahk (I can’t walk).” She protested annoyed, rattling the cuffs on her ankles demonstratively.

“You can hop can’t you? It’ll only take three or four.”

Ikumi shot daggers with her eyes. “Ooh shuh ohh hah- (you son of a-).”

“Come one, we’re wasting water.” Souma interrupted Ikumi, slapping that juicy and plump rear-end of hers.

“AHH!” She yelped, making the first hop out of reflex and the second to keep her balance. That brought the bodacious blonde right at the edge of the shower basin.

Her massive knockers kept jiggling for several seconds after the rest of her body had stopped, as sight so alluring it was making Souma lose focus.

Okay, I’ll need one big hop to cross the threshold. Ikumi realized as she bent her knees in preparation.

One. Two. Three!

She set off with both feet at the same time and landed in the middle of the shower, right under the warm stream of water.

“Hmnnn!” She moaned in delight as the water droplets began cascading down her body, gently coating her body in a warm glow.

The fatigue from all her struggles that had made her limbs feel tired and heavy began to fade away instantly, replacing it with an invigorating rush that only empowered the afterglow from her orgasm minutes ago.

Whilst Ikumi let the comfy and warm rain wash over her, Souma got undressed.

“Scoot over a step, will you.” He said as he prepared to follow her inside.

“Huh?!” She mouthed stunned.

The poor blonde had been so distracted with all of his shenanigans, and then the enjoyment of her shower, that she’d completely forgotten about their plans!

That’s right. He’s going to…

There it was again: Her hear that began pounding like crazy, her lungs which began closing up, and her entire body that started trembling.

Why do I feel so nervous?! He won’t hurt me, I know he won’t!

The red-haired chef gently pushed Ikumi backwards so she could lean against the tiles of her shower wall, now coated in a warm mist.

“You ready?”

“Eheeh (Ready)?”

“For the next step?”

*BADUMP*

Ikumi’s heart felt like it would explode.

The next step?! H-h-he-he means…

Even though most of this afternoon had been heading in this direction, even though she herself had basically led the two of them to this point,… Despite her body longing for him to show her more of that exhilarating pleasure, Ikumi couldn’t shake off that feeling of anxiety.

I’m not ready! The bound and gagged blonde thought out of the blue.

It had hit her like a ton of bricks. That blissful orgasm had clouded her mind and her obstinate nature had prevented her from admitting it up to now. They were moving too fast for her.

She wasn’t at all prepared to admit her love towards Souma, even though she’d all but written it down earlier today.

What do I do?! I can’t turn him away now! I’M the one who dragged him into the shower with me! I called HIM to meet me here. Hell, I cuffed and gagged myself for him to find!

The bodacious blonde began looking left and right, as if to find some sort of escape hatch. Anxiety was starting to make place for panic.

What if he doesn’t listen? What if he just decides to… t-to take me? I’d be helpless to resist! I can’t scream, I can’t run, I can’t even fend him off with my hands trapped behind my back!

“Hey, Nikumi! What’s wrong?” Souma asked nervously, grabbing the tanned babe by her shoulders. “You’re looking a bit pale.”

The red haired young man removed the gag and placed it in a small rack meant for holding soap and shampoo.

“I- I don’t think I can go through with this after all.” Ikumi whimpered, plucking at the handcuffs around her wrists nervously.

“Getting cold feet?” The male chef in training asked, a little surprised. “I thought you wanted this?”

“I thought so too. But maybe I was trying to show off when I wasn’t ready, or maybe I let the adrenaline do the thinking for me. Whatever it was, it’s no longer spurring me on now… I’m sorry.” She said softly, closing her eyes to evade those piercing gold pupils of her captor.

Her heart began beating wildly in her chest as all manner of doom scenarios started swirling inside her mind. From Souma bluntly ignoring her request and taking advantage of her helpless situation, to him rushing out of the room in disappointment with her fickle behaviour. Every possible disaster passed by.

But despite her vivid and widely varied imagination, the real deal was still way off.

“That’s surprisingly cute.”

“What?!” She yelped, opening her eyes.

“Well from all the girls in this school, you’re probably the last one anyone would suspect to have such a ‘maiden heart’.” The red haired cook joked.

“Are you mocking me?!” Ikumi snarled.

“No, not at all. I just meant that for someone who is usually so brash and confident, it’s a bit surprising you’d get nervous over something like this. I mean, after all: you cuffed and gagged yourself in your room, then called me over to come see. Anyone would see that as a major signal.”

“That’s not at all what happened!” Ikumi growled. “I just messed up today and had no one else to turn to but you!”

Souma went quiet for a few moment, leaving the blonde before him to squirm nervously.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him:

“This isn’t something you did because you felt you had to pay me back, is it? For me coming to your aid?”

“W-what? N-no! I just… thought this was what you wanted.” The blonde said softly, her cheeks burning up again as she avoided Souma’s gaze.

“It is. But only if you want it too.”

“So you’re not mad about me backing out?”

“Of course not.” He replied softly. “Timing is everything for a chef. If you move too soon, you risk ruining a dish. I can be patient when I need to.”

Ikumi almost crashed through her knees with relief. “Thank you.” She muttered, so quietly it was almost as if she hoped Souma wouldn’t hear.

But he did. “No problem.”

“That does leave us with a bit of a stand-off though.” The young man changed the subject. “I mean we’re in here and all. Now what do we do?”

Ikumi shifted uncomfortably, jigling the cuffs imprisoning her wrists and ankles. “Could we… stick to just showering and stuff?” She asked timidly.

Ikumi felt her cheeks burn up. She felt so embarrassed and humiliated right now she wished she could sink through the floor. After I asked him into the shower and everything, why am I the one backing out?! I still can’t make heads or tails of myself! I’m sure Souma feels the same.

“If that’s what you want.” Souma said calmly, turning the voluptuous blonde around so she was looking away from him. He then soaped up his hands and gently rubbed it into her tanned skin.

“Aaah!” She yelped. “Y-yukihira! What are you doing?!”

“Helping you shower. That’s what you asked me to do, isn’t it?”

“B-but not like thi-hiiis!” Ikumi shrieked as her captor reached round to knead her luscious knockers.

“Oh? Are you sure? Looks to me this is exactly what you need.” He teased her as his fingers began circling her nipples.

The warm shower, the remnants of her orgasm, Souma’s amazingly skilled hands, all of it came together to propel the helpless blonde straight towards the edge again. Her nipples came up in a matter of seconds, and she started writhing her thighs together as the hunger in her loins resurfaced.

But it didn’t bother Ikumi. On the contrary even. Now that the pressure of having to move further had been lifted, the young woman didn’t feel trapped or scared anymore.

There was no longer any trace of her nervosity. Her heartbeat had become strangely calm. The way she was feeling, it was… nostalgic.

This is how I felt back in his room! That first time he’d tricked me into owning up this side of me! This is the feeling I’ve been craving for SO long!!

“How about it? Should I stop after all?” Souma asked.

The blonde bit her lip. “N-no.”

“You want more?”

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please!” Ikumi squirmed. “I want to feel even better!”

The red-haired chef smirked. That’s what I like to hear.

He started kneading her huge breasts even more vigorously, drawing out louder and longer wails from the tanned blonde.

Souma slowly moved his hands down her hourglass waistline, running his fingers along the inside of her thigh to see if she’d flinch back.

To his delight, she didn’t.

So, she isn’t THAT scared of me then. That’s a relief.

Souma slipped two of his fingers into Ikumi’s lovebox, searching for her clit.

“Aahhnn!” The blonde gasped, twisting in his grasp.

“Want me to stop?”

“Are you nuts?! If you pull back now I’ll kick your ass!” She yelled angrily.

“Haha, talk about fickle in nature.”

“Shut up!” She snarled. “This stuff’s complicated, so don’t mock me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He taunted, pinching her clit.

“Haiieee!!” Ikumi mewled, leaning into her captor because the strength to stand was leaving her legs.

Souma gently pushed her towards the wall to let her rest against it. He then leaned forward to start nibbling her shoulder, and pepper her smooth bronze skin with kisses as his lips slowly made their way around her breasts.

At the same time, he never abandoned her labia. His fingers continued to fondle and stroke her most sensitive flesh, until finally.

“Ah! Aah! AAHHHHNNN!” Ikumi moaned as her second climax of the day erupted. But this one surpassed the one from before, by a margin as huge as the chasm that was her cleavage.

I can’t believe it! How can he make me feel THIS good! He’s not even making love to me for real!

“S-stop!” She pleaded breathlessly. “Yukihira, please stop!”

The red haired chef did, catching Ikumi as she slowly dropped down to the bottom of the shower. “That was… amazing.”

“Glad you liked it.” He smirked, briefly stepping out of the shower to pick up the keys so he could release the blonde.

Despite no longer being bound, Ikumi didn’t get up straight away. She wanted to relish in the aftermath of her most powerful climax yet, bathed in the warm mist and the gentle rain coming from her ceiling-mounted shower head.

Souma decided not to rush her, and instead climbed out of the shower ahead of her and dried himself off.

When she finally felt recuperated, Ikumi got to her feet and turned off the taps.

As she climbed out of the cubicle, Souma handed her a towel which she wrapped around her curvaceous body. He had already put on his clothes by now.

"So, satisfied?"

Ikumi's beautiful face ran beet red, and she hurried to wrap her gorgeous body in a towel. "Shut up dumbass! And get out so I can get dressed!"

"You want me to leave for that part?!"

"JUST GO!" She bellowed.

Souma dashed out of the bathroom and sat down on Ikumi's bed to wait until she came back out.

When the blonde exited, she was wearing her school uniform skirt plus her American flag bra.

"Thank you." She muttered as she went to sit next to Souma. "For everything."

"Don't mention it. If anything, I should be apologising for taking so long in understanding, AND for almost pushing you to do something you’d regret.”

“It’s not like that. I just needed more time I guess.”

“I figured as much after our last playdate, which is why I never brought it up. Still, I didn't think you'd start trying things out on your own."

"Well what was I supposed to do? Walk up to you and ask for a rerun of that day in your room?"

"Why not?"

"That'd be embarrassing as hell!"

"More than having to call me to bail you out?"

"T-that was never part of the plan!"

Souma grinned. "Well I'm glad you messed up. Otherwise this great afternoon never would've happened."

"Wi- will you stop messing with me!" Ikumi whined. "It’s embarrassing enough that I had to call you, there's no need to rub it in!"

"Sorry. I won't mention it anymore."

"Thank you."

"But can I ask you one more thing?"

"What is it?"

"We uh… are going to keep meeting up, aren't we?"

Ikumi flinched. "You want me to answer that now?"

“You’re not even sure about that?!” Souma asked, feeling a little nervous now. Maybe he had pushed Ikumi a bit too far today. The fact she’d started today by practicing on her own might have meant more than just curiosity. Maybe she really didn’t want him around…

"W-well…" But the blonde didn't finish her sentence.

"Nikumi?"

"Don't rush me!"

"Sorry!" Souma said startled. "I didn't mean to, but you can't blame me for being eager to hear your answer."

The bodacious cook smirked. This is sort of fun, seeing him being the one sweating peas for once.

"Well you did a pretty good job today. So I suppose we could try this again sometime." She finally decided.

The red haired cook sighed relieved. "Thank God. I would've hated it if I had scared you off."

"I don't scare that easily!" Ikumi replied heatedly. "Today was just a bit of a rollercoaster. I need some time to place it all before I can move on... But our next game will be on my terms!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"It means that next time, I decide when and where we hook up. So, I will call you. And you'd better answer!" She threatened.

Souma looked at the gorgeous blonde frowning cutely at him. It took him a few seconds to realize his mouth was hanging open.

We still have a shot. He thought happily.

He smiled calmly at the knockout cook. "Sure. It's a chef's duty to please his customers after all."