"Hahh… Hiiih! Nnngh… Aahhn!"
A woman's seductive moans echoed through the spacious room.
The fact that he was the one drawing those sounds from her only stoked his desire further.
Her attire wasn't something as plain as complete nudity—instead, she wore a black suit with a tight miniskirt. The contrast between her professional appearance and the way her most intimate parts were fully exposed sent a throbbing heat straight to his crotch.
Three hours had passed since he first pressed the vibrator against her nipples and exposed clit. By now, her mind and body were completely enslaved by pleasure, with no trace left of the capable businesswoman she once was.
Her limbs were restrained, leaving her no escape from the relentless vibrations. It was a feast for the eyes—a lewd spectacle of pure ecstasy.
Slipping a thick vibrator into her dripping slit through the torn hole in her stockings, he flicked the switch to its highest setting.
"Gyaaahhh!! Aaahh…!!"
"What's wrong? Don't just moan—apologize properly. Say, 'I'm sorry for failing the land acquisition.'"
"I-I'm… s-sorry… Nngh!! …Hahh!"
Three hours had passed since he first threw her onto the bed—three hours without a single break.
His plaything—this woman, Minegasaki Yaeko—was nearing her limit.
The root of all this lay in her failure to shut down a certain diner.
Her family's business required land for a massive shopping mall, and she had been ordered to clear out the obstructive shopping district by any means necessary.
But the diner she had failed to crush was none other than—
"Yukihira Diner."
That's right.
The very same diner from Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma.
And that was exactly why he had sought out Minegasaki Yaeko in the first place—why he had manipulated her into attempting to destroy Yukihira Diner.
Because he knew she would fail.
He had entrusted her with the project, fully aware she would botch it, just so he could make her pay the price—with her body.
Though she only appeared in the first episode of the series, she was the kind of woman who made men want to claim her. Dirty methods or not, he had decided she would be his.
"Hey, don't pass out on me now. Where's your sincerity?"
"Hahh… Haaahn…"
Yaeko had been enduring on all fours, but she finally reached her breaking point.
Her head dropped limply onto the bed, leaving only her plump ass raised as her body trembled violently.
Her slick folds quivered uncontrollably, dripping with arousal. He had teased and tormented her, letting her desperation build—and now, her hole was perfectly primed.
His own throbbing length couldn't hold back much longer.
"Minegasaki Yaeko… I'm going to devour you."
Yanking out the vibrator, he tossed it aside.
Then, pressing his fully erect cock against her defenseless, drenched entrance, he smirked.
No condom.
Going raw was the whole point.
A wet squelch signaled she was ready.
And then—
--Seeking his own selfish pleasure, he penetrated her all the way to the depths in one go.
"Ooohhhh— N-No…! I-I'll break…!"
"Hahh~ Feels amazing!! The way your flesh grips me is irresistible."
His cock measured roughly 20 centimeters in length and 7 in girth. There wasn't a woman he'd taken whose womb he couldn't reach—if anything, most couldn't even take him fully.
However, Yaeko was different. Her snug, skilled walls accommodated him perfectly. A little tight, perhaps, but with enough force, he could bury himself to the hilt. The scorching collision of his tip against her cervix filled him with indescribable bliss.
She wasn't a virgin—hardly surprising, given how a voluptuous young woman like her had climbed the ranks. Not that he cared. As long as no other man touched her from now on, that was all that mattered.
"Nngh… T-Too big…!!"
"Not too big at all. Here—I'll pull out… and push back in~"
"—Nngh!! A-Ah…! I-I'm cumming—!"
Her pained gasps had shifted into moans of pleasure, so he quickened his pace.
The friction between her tight walls and his cock intensified the sensations. Missionary was fine, but nothing compared to doggy style, the lewd clap of skin against skin driving them both higher.
"I'll go even deeper."
"…!! N-No…! P-Please…!"
But she had no strength left to resist. Yaeko could only surrender as he pinned her down, her ass flattened beneath him. Her walls clenched even tighter, wringing his cock with delicious pressure.
"Ahh~ Perfect. Dumb as a rock, but your body's sinful. You're one hell of a woman, Yaeko."
"…Ah…! Hah…!"
She could barely even speak now, tears and drool streaking her ruined face. The expression of a woman who'd fallen beyond redemption, and seeing it only made him harder.
"Listen well, Yaeko. From now on, you're mine!! When I call, you come. You'll be my perfect little plaything. Don't worry about money—I'll take care of you for life."
He whispered the words slowly into her ear, pausing his thrusts so she'd hear every syllable.
"Answer me now. If you choose to be mine, I'll drown you in pleasure until you pass out."
A choice in name only, the outcome was already decided.
He had no intention of letting this woman, this canon character, slip away.
"…I-I'm yours…"
"What was that? Speak up."
Tilting her chin up, he saw Yaeko's flushed face—utterly surrendered.
"I-I'm yoooours! P-Please, make me your slave, your pet! M-More… give me more…!"
"…Heh. Good girl. You've got me fired up now. —I'm cumming. Take it all."
Normally, he could control his release, but this ahegao face of hers was his weakness.
He didn't hold back, emptying himself into her with a guttural groan.
"GAAAAAAAHHHH—!!!"
Spurt Splurt Splurt SPlurtt!!!
——
Minegasaki Yaeko. —Devoured.
——
Five full seconds of pumping his seed inside her pussy left her trembling, his cock pulling out just in time for thick ropes of cum to spill from her gaping slit.
No matter how many times he saw it, the sight of a devoured woman never got old. And despite just finishing, he was already hard again. His libido really was a problem.
Her hole had loosened slightly from the ordeal, but that was fine.
He'd just have to train it back to his size.
"Hm? …What now?"
A knock at the door interrupted his plans for round two.
"—Shogo-sama. The master requests your presence."
A servant's voice. Short, but not something he could ignore.
After plugging Yaeko's leaking entrance with a vibrator—set to high—he left the room.
'Truly… This world was the best.'
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Twelve years had passed since he had been reincarnated into the world of Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma.
He—Shogo Santo—was now fifteen years old.
The house he was born into was the prestigious Santo family, a powerhouse with influence spanning all of Japan. They dabbled in various enterprises and were, needless to say, filthy rich.
Even in the culinary world, they were considered second only to the Nakiri Family—an unshakable, absolute No. 2. A position of unwavering authority.
Being reborn into a winning family, and in the world of Food Wars! No less—there was only one thing to do.
'Fuck as many beautiful women as possible.'
Shokugeki no Soma was full of adorable female characters, most of whom were chefs. In this world, everything could be solved through cooking.
In other words, with enough culinary skill, he could do whatever he wanted.
Fortunately, he had been blessed with a cheat-like ability—a reincarnation bonus, one might say. And it just so happened to be related to cooking.
He was fairly certain he couldn't lose to anyone in a cooking battle. His skills were simply that far beyond the norm. In this world, he wasn't just SSR-tier—he was beyond that.
Conveniently, he was now sixteen—the age where he would graduate middle school and enter high school.
A little research made it obvious—this was the exact moment the original story began.
Born into a winning family, gifted with cheats, and perfectly timed with the start of the plot? With conditions this ideal, Shogo would be less than a man if he didn't have grand ambitions.
He would give everything to fulfill his desires.
This was how he had decided to live his second life.
"—Shogo. Starting this year, you will attend Totsuki Culinary Academy."
"Yes, Father. Nothing would please me more."
Summoned to his father's study, he sat across the long desk as they dined. Though the distance between them was considerable, it posed no issue for conversation.
He genuinely respected his father, the man who had continued to expand the Santo Empire. A results-oriented man, he never interfered unnecessarily as long as the results were delivered. That was one of the things Shogo liked about him.
In fact, even his… relationships with women were no exception.
"The Santo family still cannot surpass the Nakiri family in the culinary world. To break this deadlock, I expect you to make a name for yourself as the finest chef."
"Of course. For the sake of Santo, I will deliver results without fail."
"...Heh. I know you will. You've always been my pride—a son who never caused me trouble."
His father's trust in him was absolute. Their relationship might not have been typical, but Shogo preferred it this way. It was simple. Transactional.
"That said, what is your goal? What do you intend to accomplish at Totsuki?"
His father paused his meal and posed the question. Of course, he saw right through him. The whole "for the family" pretext was transparent.
"—I will claim Nakiri Erina for myself."
Despite the sheer audacity of the statement—one that would have earned a furious scolding from any normal parent—his father merely smirked.
"Do as you please. If you succeed, the Nakiri family's influence will be ours. Act as you see fit."
"Thank you, Father."
"No need for gratitude. Just as I use you, you may use the Santo name. —After all, I have no doubts about your abilities."
It was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes.
This environment—it was perfect. 'I will definitely achieve my ambitions.' Shogo thought.
'-- I'm going to devour the food demon queen.'