After settling the limp and powerless Nanao Akane, Ryo Asakura replied to the Line messages from Katsura Manami again, as if these women were determined not to give him any breathing room. In the end, it seemed his only reliable ally was his best friend, sensitive skin!
"Asakura-kun, come over for dinner when you have time. Kotonoha, Kokoro, and I have missed you for so long."
Seriously, Madam, your intentions are becoming a little too obvious, aren't they? Kotonoha Katsura sees him at school every day, and Nanao Akane thought she might have a chance. Last time they had dinner, she kept calling him 'brother-in-law,' which made Kotonoha Katsura blush as she served him food all night. She remembered the excitement and intimacy between him and Katsura Manami in the kitchen, and her lower abdomen couldn't help but feel hot.
"Mrs. Katsura, it's been a while since we last met. I hope you and Nanao Akane are doing well. If I have time, I'll definitely visit again. I really enjoyed the food you cooked, it left a lasting impression."
Bullshit, do you really think it's about the food? You're just drawn to her, you're so transparent.
A wolf travels a thousand miles for meat, a dog travels a thousand miles for scraps. Meeting the most capable girl at the most opportune age – you have to admit, it's a stroke of divine arrangement.
Asakura is the wolf whose heart is stirred by beauty. I vaguely recall a saying, Never choose comfort in the years when you can endure the greatest hardship. Perhaps Katsura Manami is the 'hardship' he needs to face. Young people shouldn't run from suffering but confront it bravely.
"Does Asakura-kun have any favorite dishes? I can prepare them in advance for your next visit."
"I wonder if Asakura-kun likes this kind of food?"
The shapely legs in black stockings, revealing a band of pale skin, connected to a slender waist. They were as supple as willow branches, forming a perfect curve with her full hips. Her undeniably ample chest was high and firm. Rosy, full lips gently grazed her collar, exuding irresistible allure. The hospitable Mrs. Katsura sent a photo of a tempting dish, a feast for the eyes, asking the boy about his preferred tastes.
I'm hungry. Oh no, I'm... captivated. My resolve is weakening.
Katsura Manami, you are an incredible cook.
"...I do."
"If Asakura-kun likes it, please have plenty. I'll definitely let you eat~your~fill~ next time~"
Eager to leave a deeper impression on the boy, Mrs. Katsura happily showcased her culinary skills. Dishes that resembled works of art kept appearing before his eyes. The warmth in the pictures was perfectly conveyed, making the dishes look delicious and mouthwatering.
The afternoon classes flew by, not because the teacher's lectures were captivating, but because Mrs. Katsura and I were so engrossed in discussing cooking. With his growing culinary knowledge, Asakura naturally knew how to optimize each dish, and he didn't hesitate to offer valuable suggestions.
The two of them appreciated and savored the virtual masterpieces that were gradually reaching their peak, and from time to time, he instructed Katsura Manami on the other side of the phone through words and examples on how to make the dishes more succulent and appealing.
"This dish is ready, please have a taste, Mr. Asakura."
Her slender and skillful hands moved deftly among the various ingredients, as if orchestrating the creation of delicious food. The impressive watermelon had its skin gently peeled away by her fingertips, revealing the plump and juicy flesh. As her hands moved in various ways, the fruit was transformed into different shapes, appearing fresh and vibrant.
Short cooking videos were transmitted to him via Line, eager for his guidance and advice. He was generous and insightful, offering thoughtful comments only after carefully examining and appreciating the dishes.
"I made a seafood soup today. You must try it next time you come here, Asakura-kun."
Cooking seafood is a delicate art.
The fresh seafood is carefully selected, with strands of kelp still clinging to it. The scent of the ocean is intoxicating, revealing nature's bounty and the vitality of life.
In the cooking process, every step is full of care.
First, gently rub the surface of the seafood to clean it and remove any impurities. Then, meticulously control the heat is crucial.
Stir-fry lightly or simmer slowly, allowing the seafood to gradually release its deliciousness at the precise intensity and temperature.
When seafood is cooked to perfection, it is tender, succulent, plump, delicate, smooth, and flavorful, making one's mouth water uncontrollably.
Finally, arrange the cooked seafood on a plate and drizzle it with a vibrant red sauce to create a delectable seafood dish.
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The unspoken privilege for good students is that even if their minds wander in class, understanding teachers will often turn a blind eye, because these students are valuable and talented, capable of bringing more hidden benefits to the educator.
Ryo Asakura wasn't being distracted or disrespectful to the teacher. He was simply giving a lively cooking lesson to an enthusiastic and studious older transfer student. The only thing that should never be wasted is the love of learning and the thirst for knowledge.
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Youth is a book that cannot be closed once opened, life is a road that cannot be turned back once embarked upon, youth is an unsolvable riddle, and life even more so.
The pretty girl smiled and waved at him outside the classroom, and he knew that today's love guidance was about to begin again.
In the abandoned music classroom, Sekai Saionji was sitting on Ryo Asakura's lap with her arms around his neck. Her full and vibrant breasts were warming the boy's cheeks, and her snow-white, slender thighs were rubbing against each other restlessly.
"Asakura-kun, when I tried to get close to Makoto Itou yesterday, I found that I couldn't bring myself to do it comfortably."
"I awkwardly avoided several intimate touches, which seemed to make him a little unhappy."
"Could you take the initiative to guide today's practice, Asakura-kun? I want to overcome my shyness and resistance to make better progress."
The girl shyly confessed her "failure" from yesterday and hoped that Mr. Asakura could help her overcome her "fear" through active guidance. At the same time, she shifted her round buttocks and actively encouraged him, making it hard not to doubt whether she was truly afraid of contact with Makoto Itou.
But Asakura, already aroused by Katsura Manami's messages, found it difficult to endure at this moment, especially since her round breasts kept inadvertently brushing against him, making him keenly aware of their softness and vitality.
"...I understand, Sekai."
"Thank you, Asakura-kun!"
The girl closed her eyes, and Asakura looked at her pink lips and kissed them slowly. Her body was instantly drawn into a tight embrace, and her unfinished words were lost in the tender kiss. His slightly cool tongue slid into her mouth, stealing her breath and carefully exploring every corner.
The intense sensation of that moment made them both forget everything around them, quietly experiencing the lingering and infinitely beautiful feeling.
Sekai Saionji opened her gentle eyes, a satisfied charm gracing her lovely face.
"You can... be more intense... just a little, Asakura-kun."
When she heard the instruction, a storm washed over her. Her mind went blank, and she simply closed her eyes obediently, as if everything felt natural.
She forgot to think and didn't want to think. She just instinctively wanted to hold him tighter and tighter.