Shokugeki Chapter 3 - Ikumi's invitation (Patreon)

After her mishap with the handcuffs that had ended up in an impromptu play date, Ikumi spent several weeks sorting out her thoughts and feelings. She’d catch herself thinking back to her and Souma's most recent get together.

The way Souma had so expertly turned her own clumsy failure at self-bondage into a fun-filled afternoon brought a smile to her face every time. Which had only made it more confusing and infuriating to her that she'd backed out at the last minute.

She kept coming back to that moment in the shower where her heart had felt like it would explode. Every time she relived it, she came to the same conclusion:

It had been too sudden. That day had never meant to be one where she and Souma moved on. She'd caught herself off guard by messing up those handcuffs.

Next time, I have to be the one to invite him, on my own terms…

Trouble was: When would that be? And would Souma be willing to wait that long?

Ikumi thanked the stars the stagiaire had kept everyone so busy. It provided her the perfect opportunity to get her thoughts straightened out. But that hectic part of their school days was about to come to a close.

As the end of the stagiaire neared, the bodacious blonde felt herself looking forward to seeing the red haired chef again. Even planning, fantasising about how their reunion could go…

She was deathly afraid of losing her nerve again at the last minute. Ever since her handcuff fiasco, she'd stored those away. But given that she still had too limited a knowledge of ropework, the cute chef didn't see any other choice.

And so, after several sleepless nights, Ikumi finally gathered the courage to send out her message:

"Yukihira, are you free next Saturday evening?"

"Yo, Ikumi! Sure thing. What for?"

"Can you come to my room at 21:00 then?"

"You wanna meet up again?"

"OBVIOUSLY. Or I wouldn't be asking, now would I?!!"

"Sorry. I just wanted to make sure given how things turned out last time. So you feel ready then?"

The blonde punched her pillow. That one stung. But she couldn't blame him for it.

"Yes I feel ready. But you HAVE to make sure to be here at 21:00 sharp!"

"Why? Are we heading out and did you make reservations?"

"JUST DO IT!" She snapped back, turning off her phone and diving into bed with a wildly pounding heart.

Two days later, Ikumi approached Souma in a private moment to hand him her room key.

"Don't forget. Saturday, my room, 21:00 SHARP." She had hissed before dashing off, leaving a bewildered Souma.

Saturday arrived soon enough, and Ikumi began her preparations for Souma's arrival.

The bodacious blonde was wearing nothing but a lacy set of dark red lingerie. Lying on her bedside table was a single pair of handcuffs along with the keys and her ball gag.

She took a deep breath before fitting herself with the ball gag and settling down on the middle of her bed. The restless blonde spent a few minutes twisting and turning to find a comfortable position, nestled in between her pillows. But eventually she settled down and took hold of the handcuffs. After feeding one end through the railing, she locked them around her wrists and tethered herself to the bed.

The keys were still lying on the nightstand, completely out of reach. That had been her plan for tonight: No escape. When Souma arrived, she'd be completely at his mercy. This time, she'd have no way to weasel out of confessing her feelings…

Ikumi looked at the clock: 20:00

One hour to go. No turning back, Ikumi. Tonight is gonna be the night!

The busty cook fidgeted around with her cuffs nervously. Her heart was beating so rapidly she feared it would burst out of her chest!

Did I lock myself down to early on? I have a feeling this hour is going to be the longest of my life…

She glanced over to the keys on her nightstand, then towards her phone lying on the desk. A troubling thought entered her mind:

What if Yukihira can't come at the last minute?! What if he tries to call me to warm me?!

Instinctively, the blonde tried to get up from her bed and head for her phone, but the chain of her cuffs just clanged harshly against the railing of her bed as she snapped back down.

Ikumi mentally kicked herself. That's the second time I screwed myself over with these damned cuffs!

A few deep breaths later, the bronzed chef had managed to calm herself down. Stop the doom scenarios Ikumi. Yukihira already gave his word. He would be here at 9 o' clock sharp. He hasn't ever broken a promise. He'll be here. Just wait and see.

Another glance at her clock: 20:09

That's all it's been?!

"Hmrrnnn!"

I should have waited until half past eight! She cursed.

The young chef didn't yet know how true that really was…

When Ikumi had spent her first half hour fidgeting and squirming on the bed, a very ominous feeling suddenly stirred inside of her. One she hadn't accounted for at all.

No way? This can't be!

Seemingly out of nowhere, she had developed the urge to pee.

No no no no NOO! Not Now!!

Ikumi started fideting with her cuffs again. But just as she had planned out over the past few days, she had no way to get out.

And the pressure in her bladder refused to subside.

Yukihira, hurry up and get here damn it!

Eventually, it became 21:00. And Souma arrived on the dot, as promised.

But what he found rather surprised him. Not so much the fact Ikumi had trapped herself on the bed again, but the absolute frenzy the young woman was in!

"Nikumi?! What's wrong?!" He said shocked as he threw the door shut and rushed up to her.

"AHG!" She shrieked, turning her head to show the buckle to her ball gag so Souma could undo it.

"Let me out of these cuffs!" She demanded straight away, her thighs so firmly squeezed together her legs were trembling.

"Already? Did you change our mind after all?" He asked worried.

"NO!" Ikumi shouted. "Just shut up and let me out!" The blonde kept insisting.

"Then what's wrong? Are they on too tight? Are you in pain!"

"You moron! Just let me out already!" Ikumi bellowed, bucking up and down on the bed. But those wild motions only increased her need for the bathroom. She froze in place, squeezing her legs together again.

"I have to p-p-pee." She muttered with a beet-red face.

Souma didn't see that one coming. More out of astonishment than actual response, he removed the cuffs without a second thought.

Ikumi didn't even take the time to thank him or to rub her sore wrists, she simply bounced off the bed and sped into her bathroom, looking the door behind her and leaving a bewildered Souma sitting on her bed.

Ikumi almost bit her tongue trying to keep herself from moaning in relief. But right after the euphoria died down, the cute girl felt like she'd fallen into a black hole. She buried her hands in her head and spent the next 15 minutes like that.

Great job Ikumi! You sure made a right mess of things again! She scolded herself.

What am I even going to say to him when I get out of here? Actually, will he even still be there? Maybe he got fed up with me screwing around like this all the time…

When Ikumi finally plucked up the courage to freshen up and walk into her room again, she found Souma calmly sitting on the side of the bed.

"Are you alright?" He asked calmly, getting up from the bed and walking towards her.

The blonde nodded. "Yeah, thanks. And… Sorry." She muttered. "I messed up again. This was supposed to be-"

But she was interrupted by Souma wrapping his arms around her in a gentle embrace.
"It's fine." He comforted her. "You have nothing to be embarrassed or mad about."

"B-But-"

"These things happen." Souma replied simply. "We've waited this long, a few more days won't hurt. Do you want to take a rain check for this?"

Ikumi flinched. He's going to leave?!

"N-No." She replied immediately. "Not after making you come all the way here. I'd mentally prepared for this all week. I just…"

"Didn't plan ahead." Souma smirked.

"Shut up stupid!" The blonde groaned embarrassed. "I'm trying to be honest here! I already know this was my- mphff?!"

She was cut off from ranting any further by Souma kissing her gently on the lips.

"Hmrn?!" Ikumi mouthed in surprise, trying to back away out of reflex. But Souma's arms kept a firm grip on her.

"You're the one who invited me tonight." He said after withdrawing. "You're the one who said to keep going just now. So let's do just that."

The blonde looked into his fierce golden eyes, still a tad mesmerized by the kiss they'd just shared.

"Do you trust me?" The male chef whispered. "Do you feel up to letting me take care of this?"

She remained silent for a moment, then nodded. "You've always been doing that so far, and I've never had any regrets."

Souma took a deep breath in relief. "Thank you, Nikumi."

The redhead chef took out a bundle of rope from his backpack and guided Ikumi to sit on the bed, where he gently folded her arms behind her back to restrain them into a box tie. Next, he enforced that tie by weaving a long length of rope around her upper body, tightening it up above and below her sizeable chest for a supportive but strict chest harness.

"How's that? Not too tight?"

"Hmrrgg." She groaned as the ropes creaked under her efforts. She could feel plenty of the smooth nylon rope caressing her bronze skin, and all of it served to pin her arms helplessly into place behind her back. Her fingers managed to fondle several inches of the ropes covering her slender arms, but no knots came into reach.

"Secure as always." She replied, half annoyed, half nervous. "I don't think I'll be escaping this anytime soon."

"Good." He grinned, running his fingers along her waist.

"Kyaaa!" Ikumi yelped cutely. "That tickled!" Followed soon after.

"Just making sure you're not humouring me." The red haired chef teased.

"You-!" The bombshell growled, squirming around angrily. But as she suspected, the ropes weren't budging even as she used all of her strength.

"Grrmrnn! Darn it!" Ikumi panted, twisting and turning her body around, making her knockers dance inside the dark red cups of her bra.

"That looks amazing, you know?" He complimented.

Nikumi's bronze skin turned as red as a ripe apple.

"D-Don't make fun of me like that." She mewled, averting her gaze.

But Souma gently grabbed hold of her chin and forced his intense eyes to meet hers. "I'm not." He said, guiding her to her feet and pulling her in front of her own standing mirror.

"Look." He blew into her ear. "Look in the mirror. You know what I see?"

"A tied up girl?" The blonde replied, shy but at the same time confused of where he was going with this.

"I see the most beautiful girl I've ever known, finally revealing to me and herself what she truly looks like."

Souma reached around and gently squeezed Ikumi's breasts.

"Ah!" The blonde gasped, flinching in her captor's arms as she tried to move out of the way. But she couldn't evade him, and he didn't stop.

His nimble fingers continued to knead and squeeze the soft and supple flesh of her bosom.

"Y-Yukihira." Ikumi mewled.

"Yes?"

"Uhm, could we maybe move back to the bed?"

"Why would we do that?"

"Because it's embarrassing! Doing this stuff in front of the mirror!" The bombshell moaned. 

"You think so?" He replied, slipping into her bra to tug on her nipples directly.

"AAAH!" The helpless girl squeaked, her arms pulling instinctively. But the ropes still kept her secure. There was no fighting back.

"Hmrgg! No fair!" She complained. "I can't do anything like this!"

"I know. Lovely isn't it?" Her captor taunted, giving her buds another flick.

"You ASS!" Ikumi growled. "You're always doing this!"

"And you always enjoy it. This time's no exception." Souma whispered as his fingers very briefly slipped down her panties to feel the contours of her moistening snatch.

Another gasp of air escaped the blonde, after which she tried to look behind her to see what else Souma was doing.

"Wrong way." The young chef replied. "Everything you want to see… is right there." He said as he guided Ikumi's gaze back to the mirror.

Her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight before her properly for the first time since Souma dragged her there.

The slight shine of her bronze skin caused by all of her frantic squirming, the healthy blush on her cheeks, her luscious thighs which Souma continued to caress tenderly, her fulsome chest of which her captor just couldn't get enough.

"Do you finally see it?" He asked softly in between peppering her skin with kisses. "How beautiful you are?"

She craned her neck to search for his lips, her fingers fluttering needily in the hopes of making contact with the red haired young man.

Thankfully, Souma caught on soon enough. He turned her around so they were stood face to face.

Ikumi slowly lifted herself up by standing on her toes, lifting her head so her lips could finally touch his.

Souma placed his hands on her butt, squeezing them gently as the two shared a long, tender kiss.

"Hmff!" She mouthed softly as the red haired chef's fingers kneaded her firm buns.

While her full pink lips locked with Souma's, it finally clicked for Ikumi. There wasn't a shred of doubt or fear left in her mind.

I want him. Souma has to be the one…

"S-Souma?" She uttered almost cautiously. 

"Yes?"

"Let's get to my bed."

The young man's lips curled into a smile. "Sure thing, Ikumi."

Souma gently guided his captive to lie on her back, helping her scoot up to lie in between her pillows. Once she was settled, Souma carefully pulled down her panties to reveal her love box, almost glistening with excitement.

The blonde gasped nervously, her legs twitching with even the slightest of Souma's touches.

"Should I untie you again?" Souma offered out of the blue.

"N-no, I'd rather you kept me like this." Ikumi admitted with a vivid blush.

The red haired chef smiled calmly. "Then you can't complain once I start doing this." He said, lowering his head in between her thighs and letting his tongue explore the blonde's quivering labia.

"Aaa-aahh!" Ikumi squeaked. But soon she barely had the breath left to make even the most basic of noises.

Because after waiting for so long, Souma was just as eager to make love to his bodacious damsel as she was!

His tongue sped up, delving deeper and deeper inside Ikumi's lovebox as he continued his search for her sweet spot.

The meat master's hands began fidgeting behind her back like mad. Why, oh why did she just tell him not to untie her? Sure it made her feel more at ease somehow, but now there was nothing she could do to return the favour!

Souma didn't mind the one-sidedness though, in fact he was ecstatic that Ikumi finally gave him the chance to do this to her. Which man wouldn't?

Far sooner than the blonde liked, Souma withdrew his tongue.

"Wha?!" She mewled confused, only to see the red haired chef step out of his boxers and climb back onto bed. "Are you ready?" He whispered.

"Yes." Came back, more as a plea than a response.

Souma leaned in closer and gently pressed his lips onto hers, which Ikumi eagerly returned. "Then let's do it." He whispered, guiding his rock hard member into her glistening folds.

"A-aahhh!" Ikumi squeaked breathlessly, her legs twitching for a split second as Souma gradually filled her up.

"Oooohh!" A moan escaped her, despite the blonde doing her utmost to stifle herself.

What if someone hears?!

She couldn't shake off that fear, despite the door to her room being securely locked.

Her lover spotted her nervous glances past his shoulder.

"Should I gag you?" He offered as he withdrew himself again to give Ikumi more room to breathe. "I can tell you're too focused on keeping your voice down to really get into it."

To his surprise, Ikumi shook her head. "No gag."

"Why not? I promise to untie you afterwards."

"It's not about that, I just don't want to be gagged!" The bombshell said stubbornly.

"But why?"

Souma didn't think it possible, but his bed partner went even redder.

Because I want to keep kissing you. 

"None of your business!" She snapped before those words could leave her mouth. "Just get back on track and let me worry about the noise I make!"

The red haired chef smirked. "That's more like you!" He teased, reaching down to sink his teeth in her right nipple and pull on it.

"Hiiiiiiih!!" The tanned cook shrieked, her hands flailing in an instinctive move to try and protect her breasts. But they remained pinned down. "Let goooo!" She mewled.

Souma let her tit snap back, grinning at his now glowering captive.

"What was that about?!" She growled.

"Trying to snap you out of your nerves." He taunted. "Looks like it worked." The young man added, immediately consoling poor Ikumi's breast by blowing cool air over her now throbbing nipple.

"Aaahhhh!" The blonde gasped, bucking around on the bed. "Will you stop teasing me, jackass!"

"Sorry, I'll get back to the main course."

"And no gag!" Ikumi repeated, her cheeks still flushed as she settled into her pillows again.

"No gag." Souma promised, finally realizing why his captive was so bent on leaving her lips free. "I can still silence you in other ways…"

He said before planting his lips onto hers and slipping his tongue inside.

"Hmnnn!" Ikumi moaned happily, which turned to an eager yelp when Souma's fingers suddenly tickled her clit.

Within seconds, he'd reignited the fire in her loins high enough so he could smoothly slip his hard cock back inside her lovebox.

"Yesss! Keep going!" The blonde gasped as Souma slid his member deeper.

He didn't need the encouragement, grunting softly as he began to rock his penis back and forth whilst steadily reaching further inside of her with each new dip.

"Hmnnn! Oh God!" Ikumi yelped. "Oh! HMNNNN!" She bit her lip to keep herself from opening up her lungs.

Souma began speeding up, desperate to make Ikumi cum before he did. And to make that happen, he had to work fast because the young man was already at the verge himself.

But he didn't have to hold back for long. His lover was so eager, so elated that her climax surged freely in a matter of seconds after Souma reached his top speed.

"Aaahhh!" Ikumi mewled, her eyes screwed shut and her hands clasping the pillow beneath her. More! I want more of this! Keep it coming!

Sadly, Souma reached his own climax before Ikumi could enjoy a second one. Completely spent, he withdrew and lied down beside his lover, panting heavily.

"That was… amazing." He gasped.

"Yes… It was." She replied, high from pleasure but still hungry for more. "I wish I could keep feeling like this forever." She sighed.

"Sorry for running out of steam so quickly. Guess I overreached myself by teasing you for so long."

"No! That's not what I meant!" She replied in a hurry, squirming around to try and sit up. But her muscles were too fatigued to right herself without her arms for support. "You were great, it's just that I-"

She was interrupted by Souma pulling her close and shutting her up with a kiss. The blonde closed her eyes and leaned into him.

This is nice. She thought, her heart slowing down a gear or two. All of this was pure heaven.

"Souma?" Ikumi muttered shyly. "Please don't leave yet."

"Of course not. I still have to untie you for a start."

"E-even after that, I'd like us to lie here for a little while longer." The blonde replied, her big green eyes gazing into his fierce yellow ones.

Souma's heart skipped a beat. He was having trouble understanding how on earth he could be this lucky, to have a gorgeous young woman such as Ikumi all to himself.

"Sure, we still have to work out the details of our next get together." He said confidently.

"Oh, so there is already going to be a next one, is there?" His captive retorted, trying to regain some of her usual, more forward demeanour.

"If there isn't, you can untie your own knots right now." Was the red haired chef's witty encounter.

Ikumi frowned at him, her hands twisting behind her back experimentally. Her ropes hadn't slacked whatsoever, despite her constant twitching and fidgeting during her love making. "You ass!" She growled. "You know that I don't stand a chance at doing that!"

"All the more reason for you to own up." He taunted, stroking her thigh.

"Kyaaah! That's still sensitive moron!"

"I know." Souma chuckled, kissing Ikumi's neck. "But since you apparently still need more convincing, I figured my job isn't done yet."

"Hiiii! Alright alright! I'll admit it! I really want to meet up again too!"

"Finally! Are you going to keep being this stubborn for the whole of our relationship?"

This time Ikumi was the one to smirk. "What's this? The infamous transfer student, shying away from a challenge?"

"Oh, you're on!" The chef in training grinned, spending the next 10 minutes tickling his helpless lover before finally untying her and saying goodbye. 

But not before the two made a promise to keep their relationship hidden, yet most definitely alive!