Souma Wins

"What," Erina yelled in disbelief.

"Ha ha ha," the Shirtless Souma laughed.

"You actually beat my Caramel Flan with...Chocolate chip cookies."

"What can I say Nakiri, you can't beat the classics."

Erina gritted her teeth. How could she lose. Or more importantly how could she lose by so much. Yukihira had bagged a score of 28.3 while Erina got a 26.9. A 1.4 point difference might not be much to most people but to Erina it was unacceptable. She angrily looked over at the smug Souma smiling brightly, but then her eyes started to wander down to his bare chest and become fixated on his tight abs and strong muscles.

"Nakiri?" Souma asked, "What are you staring at."

"Nothing," she said looking away and blushing. This wasn't the first time she caught herself checking Souma out. Erina had been unable to stop herself from looking over her shoulder at him throughout the second bout.

'Wait, is that why I lost.' Erina thought, 'Am I distracted by Yukihira.'

"Hey Nakiri, you still there or has the shock of my victory made you delirious."

"Fine whatever I concede," Erina said. "So, take your shirt back and let's be done with this."

"Oh no no no,"Souma announced. "I get to choose what I get in the wager remember."

Erina's eye's widened and she slowly turned around to face shirtless Souma again.

"Wh-what do you want then." Erina stuttered. He couldn't be saying what she thought he was right?

"Hmmm," Souma contemplated. "I'll take your pants!"

Erina felt her heart stop for a second there.

"NO WAY!" Erina yelled, "How could you even think I'd do something like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Souma said mockingly. "I was just following the rules of Totsuki Academy. I thought that meant something to you, miss Headmaster."

Erina's face turned red partially because of anger and partially because of embarrassment. She wanted to slap him and walk away but she couldn't. Because he was right. As headmaster it was her duty to be a pillar of integrity for the student body. If she refused Yukihira's request, especially after arguably giving him an equally crazy one, she would be a failure of a leader.

"Fine," she said after a minute, "you win."

"Well go on." Souma said crossing his arms.

Erina took a deep breath. The young chef couldn't believe she was about to do this. She placed her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her long white chef pants. They along with the rest of her arms were trembling uncontrollable. She wanted to take them off quick and get over with, but she found it hard to move her arms at all. However, she fought through her embarrassed trembling and managed to slowly pull down her pants.

As Erina removed her pants Souma smile vanished. The white pants gave way to reveal Erina's purple panties. He wasn't sure why, but he was hypnotized by the sight of them. He couldn't help but blush at the sight of them. That feeling only intensified as Erina's long bare legs started to appear. Her skin was so silky smooth his heart started to race. Finally, Erina stepped out to the pants and threw them at Souma. He nervously fumbled with them for a second before holding them tight.

"Satisfied," she said. Souma finally looked up to her and his fast-beating heart suddenly stopped. Erina's face was bright red with an angry expression. She was staring at him so intensely you'd think he's the one not wearing pants. She awkwardly tugged her shirt down trying and failing to hide her purple underwear. Souma found that impossible adorable.

"Well say something idiot!" Erina yelled.

"Um. Yeah. Good. You look good. I MEAN. You did good. Good job." Souma stuttered before throwing the pants in the box with his shirt. Souma could barely think. He didn't know what was happening. He had seen Erina's legs before, but now they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

"Alright well don't think you will be so lucky next round." Erina proclaimed.

"Next round?"

"Yeah! You think I'm going to let this humiliation stand you're going down."

Erina's unexpected challenge snapped Souma out of his confusion. This whole situation was making him feel lightheaded, but he was not about to let it get in the way of his cooking.

"You're on Nakiri, let's go."