Erina Starts Off Strong

The hour passed quite quickly. Hisako had been very helpful in assisting me in acquiring all the ingredients I needed, and even more helpful in filling a large bowl full to the brim with my semen. I was already slipping into an apron and some appropriate cooking clothes when Erina finally stumbled in, dressed in her previous white chefs outfit, though stained with some dried gobs of my semen still on the fabric.

Behind her came two men in suits, each of them pushing a transport dolly, laden to the brim with some of every ingredient imaginable. Just from where I was I could recognise four different kinds of sugar, three wheats, cod, haddock and salmon of both the smoked and unsmoked variety. She had seemingly come prepared for literally anything.

Which was a good sign. Erina didn't know what she was going to be making. She hadn't planned ahead. From what he knew and Hisako had confirmed, Erina always attended whatever Shokugekis she took part in already perfectly prepared, a dish already firmly in mind, and a confident smirk across her face so that she was looking down at her opponent from the very beginning, sure in her victory before the cooking even commenced.

Here she wasn't. Her hair was untidy, her uniform ruffled and still dirty from before, she was glancing around rapidly as if looking for threats, and one hand was currently buried in a pocket, clutching something tightly. I smirked, already guessing what it was.

Hisako was on her feet in a moment, sprinting across the room over to Erina and immediately setting about fussing all over her, taking out a hairbrush from her bag and trying to straighten out the knots in Erina's hair. It was quite adorable the lengths that girl would go for Erina. Hell, she was so infatuated that she had Erina speaking her name as her ring tone. 'I'll be having that changed soon enough.' He thought to himself.

"Hisako!" I called out to her from across the room. "You're supposed to be our judge. It is unseemly for you to be showing favouritism to one of the contestants." Hisako looked back over at me, then Erina, then me again. With a deep sigh, she pressed the hairbrush into Erina's free hand and walked back over to the desk that had been prepared for her, ready for having their dishes served up.

"The both of you are prepared. There will not be any time limit on how long you can take, simply make the very best dish you can within the restrictions. The topic is..." Hisako looked down at her clipboard and the information he had provided to her. "Bodily fluids." She **** out, blushing like mad. "Your time begins now."

Immediately, I moved over to my worktop, and did nothing.

Instead of setting about doing anything at all, I simply turned around, and sat down atop the work surface, content to wait and watch Erina work. And to her credit she did. She brought her hand up to her chin for a moment of consideration, and then immediately set about retrieving ingredients from the masses of them that she'd had brought for her to use. She danced around the kitchen like a figure skater, moving from motion to motion with incredible grace and elegance, and seemed to do so with such incredible ease it almost took his breath away. She truly was a delight to watch work, and beautiful to boot. Right now she was almost as beautiful as she had been on her knees naked, suckling on the tip of my cock.

I kept watching, my length twitching in my pants. As she moved from station to station, knife flashing, spoon dipping, every motion practiced to perfection, it kept on twitching. But I had yet to see the one thing I was waiting for. And then she drew out what she had been storing in her pocket. It was a small glass jar, like a jam jar, with a plastic top, and filled with fluid.

Perfect.

God it was incredible looking at it. Here was Erina Nakiri. The God Tongue. The Tenth Seat of Totsuki Academy. Cooking with her own cum, on my orders. It felt like I had ascended into godhood as I saw her empty the contents of that jar into a mixing bowl.

Now knowing that she had done exactly as I said, that she had not figured out some way to wheedle out of the agreement, I finally turned around and set about cooking. I wasn't planning to make anything fancy, not when my semen practically guaranteed my victory. I was making a simple fondue, with my semen added to the molten cheese sauce to make it all the better. I was preparing bread, diced cubes of various meats, and a few types of vegetables, all impaled on skewers, but that wasn't really the point of the dish. I was going to win, there was no way around that fact. How I won was the fun part.

Given that I had started later, Erina finished up first, and I was quite astounded by what she had made. She had created an exact replica of the cake I had prepared for the entrance exam, her juices having been mixed into the cake batter, infusing all of the sponge with her pussy honey.

As she lifted it up and moved over to the judging table, I turned down the heat on his dish and moved over to the judging table as well. As Erina served up a slice of cake and presented a slice to Hisako, I took the knife from her and served up another two pieces, one for myself, and another for Erina.

"Ah, no. I'm not going to eat it." Erina said, waving up her hands towards me.

"Oh yes you are." I replied instantaneously, forcing the serving plate into one of her hands and a fork into the other. "As my sex ****, you have to do what I tell you. And eating cake made from your own pussy juice, how can that not be sexual?" I ended with a smirk at her, and she backpedalled for a moment, obviously trying to come up with something, anything, to try and counter my argument.

She couldn't, and so with a shaking hand, she dug her fork into the cake, and scooped up a piece. I did the same, and between use Hisako matched us both move for move. As one, we all dug [in.

It](http://in.It) was sublime. My god it was good. The cake was spongy and delicious, the perfect texture and airiness, better than anything I would ever have been able to make on my own at my current skill level. The icing and cream filling were both exquisite, complementing beautifully with the texture of the sponge and making it feel like cotton candy dissolving on the tongue, my saliva turning it into a work of pure art on my tongue. I felt it slowly slide down my throat, and I immediately wanted more.

If I was to try and describe it, it was like jumping out of an aeroplane without a parachute, and yet being perfectly safe the entire way down, as Erina appeared as a beautiful angel, to catch me in my fall and fly me not down to the ground, but high into the heavens above.

And then the taste began to come through. Of her love juice. It was like lavender and honey and something else incredible potent, and yet subtly understated at the same time. And it was infused into everything. The sponge, the icing, everything.

All of a sudden the angelic Erina in his mind's eyes became an entire flight of them, their heavenly robes falling away revealing their divine bodies to him and everything else. And there before him, the pearly gates opened wide, and beyond was another Erina, this one gigantic, her body 10 times the size of his own, and the flock of angels holding him slowly lowered him into her [embrace.

It](http://embrace.It) was heaven.

Erina truly did deserve all the praise she was given. Even in a situation like this, she managed to pull off a masterpiece.

Hisako looked incredibly flustered, almost on the point of fainting. She was moaning out with every tiny crumb she swallowed, and her smile was so bright it was almost blinding. Erina was somewhere between disgusted and in love. Overall she was so incredibly frazzled. She couldn't reconcile the deliciousness she was swallowing with the embarrassment and humiliation of what she had been **** to do to create it.

But now it was my turn.