"Haa… ahh…"
Mito Ikumi gasped for breath, her body slack in Ryuji's arms. Her skin glistened with sweat, flushed and trembling, her mind spinning in helpless spirals.
Ryuji wasn't any better.
His thoughts had all but disintegrated—replaced by primal instinct, lust, and hunger. The refined demeanor he carried melted away, leaving something more ancient in its place.
A beast. A predator. A caveman in rut.
The meat Mito had grilled wasn't just food—it was a provocation. Each bite was a masterstroke: a crisped edge giving way to succulent juices that burst with every chew. The marinade, sweet with honey and spice, danced with the smoky umami of seared fat. It was overwhelming. Sensual. Carnal.
This wasn't just flavor—it was foreplay.
Ryuji's breathing grew heavier, ragged with a hunger that went far beyond food. And in front of him, Mito Ikumi—her skin the same bronzed shade as the grilled meat she'd just prepared—was the perfect object of that hunger.
Almost by instinct, he sank his teeth into her neck.
Not hard enough to wound, but enough to feel the pulse of her artery thrum against his tongue. He licked along her sweat-slicked skin, savoring the softness, the heat, the raw humanness of her.
Her body—full, plump, and supple—pressed into his like marbled A5 meat still sizzling on the grill. His hands moved on their own, grasping her chest through her bikini-top-like garment. His fingers dug into the softness of her breasts—an indulgence that couldn't be eaten but could certainly satisfy another kind of craving.
The way she felt under his hands, the pliant give of her flesh, sent an unmistakable signal to his brain: Attack.
Blood surged. Every nerve and muscle responded to that primal command. His pants strained, bulging with the pressure of his desire—yet the fabric remained a barrier between him and the heat that was quickly building between them.
So he acted.
His other hand slipped into her denim shorts, fingers brushing past the loose waistband. She hadn't buttoned them completely, but they still clung to her hips. That small act of careless confidence made it easy for Ryuji to strip them away.
As her shorts slid down, her toned backside bumped hard against the rock-hard cock already swelling in his pants—his cock now more than ready for war.
The contact sent a jolt through Ryuji's body. He couldn't hold back anymore.
But just then, as he tasted the sweat pooling at her neck, he noticed something curious—Mito Ikumi was drenched.
Her skin glistened, shimmering with beads of sweat that traced down her curves like rendered fat dripping down a barbeque. The scent was heady—salty, musky, uniquely hers.
And it was driving him mad.
In the next moment, she felt herself being lifted, her body pressed onto a table draped with a pristine white cloth—right next to the grilled meat she'd prepared.
Still dazed, she reached out for Ryuji, only to realize he was already unbinding his cock.
Her thighs parted instinctively as he pushed her shorts down, revealing her soaked panties clinging to the flushed, needy heat between her legs.
With two fingers, he began teasing the softest part of her—her entrance. Fingers dipped into her slick folds, teasing the entrance of her soaked pussy.
Her pussy was already flooding, just like the sweat that rolled freely down her tanned skin. Moisture spilled over his fingers as he parted her folds, revealing the tender, trembling pink hidden within. She gasped, arching her back, lips parting in a soundless cry as her body reacted—eager, aching.
"Ahh… You're so wet," he growled against her ear. "From just the meat, or from me?"
Ikumi couldn't answer. Her mind was dissolving. Her hips bucked against his hand, greedy for more.
He didn't wait.
He plunged in.
The thrust was rough, primal. She cried out from the sudden stretch, the sharp mix of pain and pleasure, but the scent of grilled meat in the air, the heat on her skin, and the wild fire in Ryuji's eyes only pulled her deeper into the illusion.
It was as if they'd been transported to a prehistoric time—where instincts ruled, and flesh was both currency and offering.
Each powerful thrust drove into her, filling her, claiming her. The ache was real, but so was the pleasure—the kind that came from being dominated, from surrendering to a force of nature.
Her thoughts blurred. She forgot about her grilled masterpiece.
All she wanted now… was Ryuji's meat.
His burning, savage, untamed meat—ramming into her with the force of something that didn't ask, didn't wait, but simply took.
Sweat poured from her. Slick wetness soaked them both. Every movement, every collision of skin, made a delicious, obscene sound. And yet, Ryuji only became more enthralled.
When he bit into her again—shoulder, neck, collarbone—the taste of her drove him wild. Her sweat wasn't sweet like Tsunade's had once been—it wasn't floral or syrupy—it was raw. Real. Overflowing with hormone-laced electricity. Which made him to kiss her skin more and more.
He wanted more.
And she gave it.
Mito, her legs now pinned wide by his strength, reached up with trembling arms and pressed her plush breasts together—making them even fuller, even slicker with sweat.
"P-Please… taste my A5 meat…"
Ryuji didn't hesitate. He bent down and took her nipple between his lips, biting down with hunger. She convulsed, the mix of pain and lust bursting from her pussy in a spray of fluid that soaked them both.
"Ahh… ahhh~!"
Being devoured like meat… it pushed her to the edge.
Her tongue lolled out. Her body, her will, her pride—all melted away. She was his now. And as Ryuji released his milky jizz inside her tight pussy, he realized—
There were still parts of this dish he hadn't tasted yet.
Ikumi, trembling and weak, barely able to stand, was hoisted into his arms. He took her from behind, exploring the bounce of her rear—firm from years of training, perfectly shaped by careful diet and exercise.
Each thrust from behind hit deeper, harder, slapping against her dripping, trembling entrance with a loud, wet squelch. Her fluids sprayed out with every collision—love juices and sweat pooling beneath them.
She couldn't even hold herself up.
Her upper body folded forward as Ryuji held her arms, pounding into her from behind—relishing the heat, the tightness, the unbelievable feel of her sweat-slick curves slamming into him.
It was madness. Pleasure. Need.
By the time she collapsed on the floor, hips raised, white fluid leaking from between her thighs, Ryuji was spent. He dropped beside her, gasping for air.
But even in that haze of exhaustion, Mito's flushed face turned toward the still-standing proof of his arousal.
Her muddled thoughts swirled: What would our flavors taste like mixed together?
And besides… she hadn't even shown him the full glory of her A5-grade pride.
She lifted her breasts—full, firm, glistening—and crawled toward him. Her eyes glazed with lust, voice husky and low.
"A woman's chest… that's real A5 meat…"
Then she placed those soft mounds between his thighs, lowering her mouth to taste him one final time.
But just as her lips were about to close around him—
The illusion shattered.
The meat's effect finally wore off.
Both Ryuji and the so-called "Meat Queen," Mito Ikumi, snapped out of the fever dream induced by their dishes.
"Uwaaaahhhh!!"
Mito screamed, scrambling to her feet, only to realize—
Her hands were coated in Ryuji's cum.
Ryuji sat upright in shock, staring at the glistening mess of a girl beside him—sweat and cum streaked across her flushed skin, her body still trembling, the entrance of her pussy twitching as it dripped with his release.
Covering his face, he groaned:
"…So was that meat, or was that a damn aphrodisiac?!"
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