What kind of feeling was this?
The taste was strange, yet incredibly delicious.
Though it was just water with a faint odd flavor, once it touched the tongue, it sparked an unimaginable hunger, a profound sense of exquisite savor.
Ryuji's skill was said to embody the level of a legendary master chef, but not just any master chef from his original world—those were only highly skilled, experienced, and creative cooks. No, this was a chef who, due to the nature of this world, possessed terrifying powers.
A chef from the world of Food Wars!
The level of a first-class chef meticulously preparing their signature dish.
Erina was experiencing a flavor of that caliber.
And when they say "first-class" in this world—
It's not the scale of Japan, nor just this small academy, but a standard that spans the entire world.
Even the protagonist's father, Joichiro Yukihira, could be called first-class at best.
Though undeniably at the pinnacle of first-class chefs, he still belonged in that tier.
No fancy intentions, no culinary "heart" — just pure flavor, the simplest and most fundamental deliciousness.
No gimmicks—like a truck loaded with sand or steel plates barreling down a highway, straightforward and brutal in its impact.
It was absolute, overwhelming deliciousness.
It was hard to describe just how fierce Erina was in response—she feverishly kissed Ryuji's lips, and they embraced on the bed, while Ryuji responded just as fiercely, unrestrained and eager.
From a certain perspective, this kind of food was almost like a drug.
The girl's tender body emitted happy cries under Ryuji's vigorous touch. But she was no helpless victim waiting to be devoured; rather, she clung tightly to Ryuji's cock, her soft legs wrapped around his waist. Each time he lifted his body, her legs pressed him back down.
At the same time, she lifted her hips awkwardly, trying to match Ryuji's rhythm so he could go even deeper.
"Ah~....Ryuji..."
Calling her lover's name, Erina wrapped her legs around his waist. Even though she felt her legs going weak, Ryuji could still feel the irresistible strength of these smooth legs.
Every time, every time when he raised his body, he would be pressed down again by Erina's legs. At the same time, Erina would raise her hips as much as possible, responding to his attack awkwardly, allowing him to enter deeper.
Such intensity couldn't last long. When Ryuji thrust deeply into her womb, making Erina cry from the mix of pain and pleasure, he released his seed flooding her womb with his hot thick essence.
"Nmnnnnn~"
Feeling the hot cum inside made Erina's body tremble.
They ceased all movement, holding each other tightly.
When the storm calmed and they regained their senses, Ryuji was still exhausted, but Erina had already regained some mobility.
Her fingers reached the trembling spot, picking at some sticky fluid. Staring at it, a slow thought formed in her dazed mind.
"These...are considered to be 'cooked' by Ryuji, right?"
Recalling Ryuji's earlier pounding motions, Erina's cheeks flushed, but looking at the sticky liquid on her fingers and recalling the exquisite taste, she couldn't resist lightly licking it with her soft pink tongue.
The metallic taste, Ryuji's scent, and her own essence blended, causing her to shyly scrunch her face. Then, realizing what she had just done, she covered her face with her other hand, wishing to forget the action.
But her "divine tongue" kept analyzing the flavors, constantly reminding her of what a shocking thing she'd just done.
"Ugh…"
Erina let out a distressed cry.
Ryuji heard it and smiled.
He activated his ability on what was in her hand.
Thus, Erina's divine tongue clearly remembered Ryuji's unique flavor.
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"Although you have that kind of cheating ability, you still need to practice the basics. No matter what, this kind of power is terrifying. But that said, you'll definitely graduate. After all, no matter how poor your fundamentals are, if a cook's dishes taste good enough, they've fulfilled their duty."
No matter how exquisite the plating or touching the story behind the dish, if it doesn't taste good, the cook is unqualified.
Erina was annoyed by Ryuji's power—it felt like cheating—but she had to admit that as long as Ryuji could reliably wield this ability, no strict teacher would fail him.
At worst, he might lose points on technique during regular assessments, but in the face of absolute deliciousness, poor knife skills were irrelevant.
After all, people eat for taste, not presentation—especially in a world that values food so highly. A dish that only looks good cannot become a star-rated meal.
Erina sighed helplessly, watching Ryuji inspecting the various knives in front of him.
She really didn't think this was a good thing. How could the Nakiri family's son-in-law not even be a proper chef?
"I'll try, but can I use a Chinese kitchen knife?"
Ryuji asked, eyeing the assortment of knives.
"No."
Erina shook her head seriously.
"Even though you'll be here for a while, you'll still be adventuring in that magical world, right?"
She looked at him with clear intuition—though she hadn't asked directly, she was certain he would do so.
If it were her, she wouldn't be able to resist exploring other worlds either.
"Indeed."
Ryuji nodded. No matter what, he wouldn't give up on that world.
"Then quickly and skillfully mastering the use of various weapons is important for you. The Chinese kitchen knifes is versatile, but I think you should use a variety of knives in cooking. That way, if you ever need to switch weapons, you can adapt faster than others."
Erina's expression was truly serious.
"I'll teach you how to distinguish the balance and handling of knives and kitchen tools. Then, if you practice swordsmanship or gunnery with professional instructors, it'll be much easier. Though honestly, I think you'd be better off using a machine gun."
Not knowing what challenges Ryuji might face, she focused on broad training.
"Therefore, my training for you will focus on both court cuisine and field cooking. The former emphasizes plating and knife skills; the latter teaches you how to eat well and safely in the wild. After all, your ability consumes stamina, right? So listen carefully!"
Raising her knife, Erina began explaining grip techniques and balance shifts. Ryuji listened seriously, though his mediocre culinary talent earned him some scolding. Still, there was no doubt he was learning intently.
Afterward, Erina busied herself with school matters and evaluations, taking some sprouting spices to consult agricultural experts to cultivate them.
Meanwhile, Ryuji had his own tasks.
Not culinary mastery—Erina only demanded he graduate with a chef's qualification, not that he become an outstanding cook.
So he just needed to improve his knife skills. His afternoons were dedicated to lessons with the Nakiri family's hired instructors.
Though going to Arad to learn swordsmanship there was ideal, Ryuji only needed to master basics—weapon control essential for any sword style.
After all, he had no favorite fighting style. His most familiar method remained wielding a heavy machine gun.
After swordsmanship training came the dreaded academic courses.
Ryuji began his painful journey of studying Japanese and English—and even German and French.
This, too, was something Erina had arranged. And for Ryuji, it marked one of the most agonizing periods of his time at Totsuki.
But that wasn't the worst part. The true agony was—
"…So, I still have to attend regular classes?"
Ryuji's eye twitched slightly as he looked at the schedule Erina handed him.
"Of course. Totsuki Academy takes attendance very seriously," she replied, flipping her golden hair with a graceful flourish.
There was, however, one detail Erina didn't mention: she wanted to attend classes with Ryuji.
She simply wanted to experience what it was like to be a normal student in love.
After all, everything between them had happened so quickly—from meeting to getting engaged. She just wanted a taste of that ordinary, youthful romance.
"Well, I guess I can deal with it. But, Erina…"
"Yes?"
"I can only stay here for one more week. I still have companions waiting for me in that other world."
Ryuji's words made Erina tremble slightly. Then, after a moment of silence, she nodded gently.
"…I understand."
After a thoughtful pause, she spoke up again.
"In that case, just beat one of the Elite Ten and take their seat. As an Elite Ten member, you'll be granted certain privileges… including skipping class now and then."
Ryuji immediately grasped the idea and asked,
"So, who do you dislike the most?"
"…No one."
Erina responded with her usual composure and maturity.
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T/N: How's the new cover pic?
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