Teruteru uses the blue chalk to make Aoi sweat.

In blue, AOI HAS TO DO SQUATS OVER THE HOST'S FACE UNTIL HER FOOD IS READY.

"What?!" the named party gasped, looking shocked. Then, she tried to laugh. "Ahaha... Sheesh, Daddy, you're a perv after all, huh? That's a joke, right?"

Sakura looked a little embarrassed for her friend. "...That is clearly a rule, Hina. Unlike the... name rule... it seems reasonable. If you want to eat here, you have to follow it. Think of it as pre-breakfast exercise."

"I'm already standing and calling him Daddy!" Aoi complained. "That's enough, right? I mean, just for six little donuts..."

The larger woman sighed, crossing her arms. "If you refuse, I will be eating your portion. I will not enjoy it, but I will do what must be done as befits the law."

"You're gonna eat my donuts?! You're bluffing! You'd throw off your whole protein routine, wouldn't you?"

"I will double my exercise accordingly. If you find that unfair, do what you are called to do."

"Fine, whatever!" Aoi growled. "If I gotta do it, I'll just do it! Sakura shouldn't get punished for me breaking a rule, that's stupid! Why does this cafe have so many stupid rules, anyway?" The swimmer pouted... then sniffed the air, a goofy smile spreading across her face. "Aw, who cares! That smell tells me the donuts will be ready any sec, and it'll definitely be worth it. Definitely... probably! And squats are no big deal! I do squats for breakfast... literally, I guess!"

Teruteru gave her a cocky smirk, straightening his hair with his comb once again as if striking a pose to begin a duel instead of live out a perverted fantasy. "Are you going to talk, mademoiselle, or are you going to work for your food?"

Aoi grumbled in frustration. "How am I supposed to do that? Like a really high squat jack? You're not lying down, Daddy! Actually, is there even a place for you to lie down in your lab? Do you sleep here? Wait, are you gonna lie on the floor?! Do I need to talk to a health inspector about this?!"

Still smiling, Teruteru whipped a tablecloth from an unset table and spread it on the floor. Then, he shamelessly lay flat on his back across the exercise mat he'd readied in his dining area, preparing to ascend.

"... I think I do need to talk to a health inspector about this," Aoi remarked, even as she stepped over her host and straddled his head, one foot on either side. "Anyway, squats, coming up. Those donuts must be like 30 seconds from done, huh? I'll get 30 squats in and break my record!"

"A squat per second?" Teruteru remarked. "I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it myself. Your body is a remarkable machine, mon cheri!"

"Wait, why have you been watching me do squats, Daddy?" Aoi asked, looking down at him accusingly.

"... It's... it's a little late to be asking that, isn't it?" the accused returned the question.

Groaning as the conversation grew more irritating, Aoi instead equipped an expression of focus, the look of an athlete determined to earn six chocolate donuts and beat her personal best. And when she began moving, her knees bending and her legs spread, centered just over the button nose of her taunting host...

She was less like an erotic spectacle and more like a machine! Teruteru and Sakura had seen Aoi go hard on her exercises before, but they'd never seen her do it with the motivation of a half-dozen on the line. For the average observer, she wouldn't even appear as a human, just a high-speed blur of tan skin and sports clothes.

But Teruteru was no ordinary human! For a pervert like him in a situation like this, time seemed to slow down. While the ordinary plebian might perceive Aoi's legs as dangerous pistons, from his position, Teruteru's trained eye instead saw sweat pouring off pleasantly plump thighs. He saw every flex of muscle and every jiggle of stocking-pinched flesh. He saw thighs appearing like the sun at daybreak, only to disappear again as they were inevitably eclipsed by the approaching all-encompassing mass of blue hotpants. The broad seat dropped so low it nearly brushed Teruteru's face before jerking into the air once more and repeating the cycle. And as night fell and day bay broke continually, a storm came with them: rolling, flying drops of sweat from the heavens, falling onto the Chef's open smile like-

"What a shameful face," Sakura remarked, watching the spectacle with a broad frown. "It pains me to see a friend's demonstration of physical mastery reduced to a show for... Daddy's entertainment."

"This... is... nothing!" Aoi declared, wearing a challenging smile and licking her lips. "Any second now.. .those donuts are gonna... be mine...!"

"Any second now..." Teruteru muttered to himself, his eyes bugging out as he licked his lips. "Any second now... One of these squats is gonna go low...! I could just raise my head a little bit and make it happen, but a chef has to take his time and savor his accomplishments, non? Hohoho!"

Sakura frowned, shutting one eye and turning the open one to the stove. "Actually, Daddy... When are the donuts supposed to be done? Is there a timer?"

"They're done when I pull them out of the oven, of course!" Teruteru laughed. "And I have business to take care of before that happens! Just a little more... Drop just a little more...!"

The massive woman spoke the question on her mind. "... Aoi has to do squats until you remove the donuts, then. How do you intend to remove the donuts if Aoi must continue her squats?"

"... Ahaha! You got me," Teruteru admitted. "This is a little trickier than I thought... Gah!! I can't let another dish get ruined... What to do? If I had the blackboard... but if I reach for it, can that reveal what I'm up to? I can't scoot across the floor with Aoi pinning the sheet to the floor... Wait. What happens if I just stand up and she can't follow the rule?" He started to scoot back on his butt and sit up, curious to see how Aoi would react.

Sure enough, Aoi backed up to follow him, clenching her teeth in horror and frustration as her squats began slamming her shapely ass into Teruteru's head. "C-cut it out, Daddy! If you stand up... and I can't squat over you... Sakura'll eat my donuts...!"

"W-why do these stakes feel so incredible, like an action manga?!" Teruteru remarked with a battered, bewildered, and bleeding smile, talking around a mouthful of track shorts as the squall of squats continued to rain upon him. "Wow! Everything feels so incredible!"

"Nooo!! Not fair! My donuuuts!" Aoi cried, continuing to exercise in spite of herself.

Finally, Sakura took action. "I will not allow this to come to pass. I will not be a tool of unjust punishment against my friend! There is a way to cut through this... Hmmmgh!!" With a grunt of exertion, Sakura leaned down. For a terrifying second, her massive, muscular arms seemed to be curling towards Teruteru, as though she'd decided the way to handle this was to simply to snuff his life out. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Aoi's ankles, then began lifting her. Aoi's body was surprisingly heavy, but Sakura was unsurprisingly powerful: with no trouble at all, she lifted the rapidly squatting Aoi into the air, supporting the smaller woman's feet from below and acting as a platform for Aoi's exercise to continue. Meanwhile, there was enough space beneath the underside of her hands for Teruteru to crawl back to his feet. "Aoi is doing squats over your face, in accordance with the rules. Now go, Daddy! The donuts! Do not forget your pride as an Ultimate!"

Watching the strange spectacle, with Aoi doing airborne squats while glaring down at him with accusing blue eyes, Teruteru almost got distracted by the new spectacle of being able to see Aoi's heaving breasts bounce in her tee above her zipper. Finally, however, he came back to his senses. "Ah... O-okay, that's fair. You've earned some choco-donuts! Coming right up..."

Even though he said that, it turned out to be unexpectedly annoying to finish preparing a dozen donuts with Sakura's massive frame taking up half the kitchen and Aoi getting sweat everywhere.

"I need to think about these harder," Teruteru decided privately as he began spreading chocolate glaze on the piping hot pastries and dabbed Aoi's sweat off his forehead with a cloth. "Right here, I make a solemn vow: I shall not allow my pursuit of magic-enabled fun time to compromise my commitment to quality as a chef! My pride as an Ultimate demands it! Some things are just more important than a classmate's sweaty bubble butt bouncing on your face. Surprising, but tr-"

"What are you... muttering about... down there?!" Aoi gasped above him, looking exhausted. "I'm not getting tired, but... I'm getting... soooo hungry, Daddy! Feel like I'm gonna need... a whole dozen, now...!!"

"Oh! Oh yeah. They're done. Voila! But you should probably wait for them to cool."

"No way, uh uh! It's donut time now!" Aoi shouted, descending from Sakura's outstretched hands with a leap. "Donut ti- Oooouchie!" she shouted, juggling the hot item from hand to hand. "They're too hot!"

"Fresh donuts usually are!" Teruteru reminded her with a patient smile. "Wait just a moment and I'll bring them over at the optimum temperature, mon cheri, along with a complementary beverage."

Sakura used her wrapped and scarred hands to grab the dangerous donut from Aoi and return it to the tray. "Acceptable. On this matter, you are the master... Daddy," she finished her sentence with gritted teeth. Aoi seemed to have basically gotten used to it, but Sakura still hadn't stopped finding it humiliating. Hurriedly, she ushered her friend back to the table where they could wait, offering her shoulder for Aoi to lean on. For her part, Aoi looked back at the donuts with a trail of drool, seeming to debate if she should just try her luck with a hot one again.

Teruteru watched them go, then looked past him to where the blackboard had been left on the floor with all his chalk. He could get back to it when he made his delivery... He had one more color of chalk to test. He had a feeling that as fast as Aoi had managed to squat, she could put away donuts even faster. He wouldn't be going back on his promise to bring the donuts over quickly, either. If he wanted to seize one final experiment, he needed to think fast.