Hanada Yui's apartment.
Inside the kitchen,
Akira Fujimiya had already began cooking.
He had already received the ability!
This ability was exactly as Akira Fujimiya had anticipated.
The Perfect God Tongue!
It was his fourth ability that he got from the system.
And the heroine refreshed by the system matched his expectations without the slightest deviation.
[Nakiri Erina]
At present, the young lady's favorability toward him was fixed at 20%.
Akira knew very well what this meant.
Back when he had first encountered Yukinoshita Yukino, her favorability toward him had barely reached 10%. Compared to that, Nakiri Erina's initial value was already rather generous....
In fact, Akira felt that Erina Nakiri suited the label of tsundere far more perfectly than most people he had encountered before.
Sharp tongue, pride carved into her bones, absolute confidence in her own talent—yet beneath that cold and arrogant exterior lay a heart that reacted far more honestly than she herself realized....
Akira already had a clear method to increase Nakiri Erina's favorability.
However, he was not in a hurry to use it.
He wanted to observe.
He wanted to confirm something first.
If he continued to bully her relentlessly—challenging her, teasing her, refusing to submit to her authority—would this proud young lady gradually begin to acknowledge him… and eventually grow fond of him?
If that were the case—
Then there would be no need to coax her gently.
.....
The method Akira used to process the ingredients came directly from Megumi Tadokoro. Under her guidance, he had learned techniques that emphasized precision, respect for ingredients, and steady rhythm.
It took him more than an hour to prepare several dishes, each plated carefully and thoughtfully.
By the time everything was placed on the dining table, the aroma had already filled the room.
Akira lifted his gaze and looked at Hanada Yui, who had changed into a long dress.
The soft fabric hugged her figure elegantly, and under the warm lighting, her appearance seemed gentler than usual.
On the table sat a bottle of red wine, already opened.
"You're very beautiful tonight," Akira said naturally.
Hanada Yui paused slightly before responding.
"Thank you."
Her voice was low, almost shy.
Akira took a seat opposite her.
Neither of them spoke much as they began eating.
The atmosphere was quiet, comfortable.
Hanada Yui tasted the food, and her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Akira-kun… you're really amazing. You can actually make dishes this delicious."
Akira continued eating calmly, not minding her way of addressing.
"If I say," he said casually, "That I also possess the God Tongue will you believe me."
Hanada Yui blinked for a moment before smiling.
"I believe you."
It was obvious she thought he was joking, but she didn't expose him.
"Eat quickly," Akira said. "After that, we'll watch a movie together. Then I'll head back."
He could tell she wanted to say something, but she simply nodded.
.....
After dinner, the two of them moved to the sofa.
Hanada Yui poured two glasses of red wine.
Akira opened his laptop, navigated to a video website, and chose a movie without much hesitation.
The screen wasn't very large.
When Hayama Riko sat down beside him, the limited space forced her to lean against his shoulder.
Akira naturally wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
Hayama Riko's heartbeat instantly accelerated, warmth spreading across her cheeks.
She picked up her glass and took a small sip.
Akira raised his own glass and gently clinked it against hers.
Clink!
The clear sound echoed softly.
They set the glasses down.
Hanada Yui turned her head to look at Akira, hesitated for half a second—and then leaned forward, kissing him of her own initiative.
Akira didn't refuse.
He responded calmly and steadily, his movements gentle yet firm.
Neither of them paid any attention to the faint sounds coming from the laptop.
Time passed quietly.
After a long while, Hayama Riko lifted her head slightly.
She glanced at the Laptop screen.
"Akira-kun… the movie isn't over yet."
"There's still more than an hour left."
Akira glanced at the time.
Then he looked back at her.
"Do you want to go to my room?" Hanada Yui asked softly, her voice barely audible.
"Please, let me see it," Akira replied simply.
After saying that, he picked her up effortlessly.
Handa Yui let out a small gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.
The two of them walked toward the bedroom.
.....
The bedroom door clicked shut behind them, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the rumpled sheets and polished wooden furniture.
Hanada Yui's heart pounded in her chest as Akira set her down gently on the edge of the bed, her arms lingering around his neck for a moment longer than necessary.
At 34, she'd imagined this moment countless times—nights alone with her thoughts drifting to what it would feel like to finally give in—but now that it was here, with Akira's steady gaze fixed on her, a rush of nerves mingled with an overwhelming surge of desire.
She was a virgin, untouched in every way that mattered, yet her body hummed with a proactive hunger she'd kept bottled up for years.
Her big breasts strained against the thin fabric of her blouse, nipples already hardening into tight peaks, and her nice ass shifted restlessly as she sat, thighs pressing together to ease the ache building between them.
{T/N: I don't remember how old she is, neither do I remember how she look, so no Ai art of her, sorry (I can make some, if someone remember or just tell me how she look ) }
Akira stood before her, calm as ever, his hands reaching down to cup her face.
He tilted her chin up, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss that started slow—his mouth firm and unhurried against hers, tongue tracing the seam until she parted for him.
Hanada responded eagerly, her own tongue darting out to meet his, swirling in wet, heated laps that made her moan softly into his mouth.
Kiss! Slurp! Kiss!
"Mmm..."
The sound escaped unbidden, her hands sliding up his chest to grip his shirt, pulling him closer.
She wasn't content to be passive; even in this first kiss of the night, she nipped at his lower lip, sucking it gently before plunging her own tongue deeper, tasting the faint bitterness of wine on him.
Their breaths mingled hot and fast as the kiss intensified, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one to reveal the toned planes of his chest.
She broke away just long enough to trail her lips down his jaw, whispering against his skin, "I've wanted this for so long, Akira... let me make you feel good."
Her voice was breathy, laced with determination, her cheeks flushed but her eyes bold.
Akira's hands roamed her back, unzipping her dress with steady pulls, the fabric whispering down her shoulders to pool at her waist.
Her big breasts spilled free, heavy and full, pink nipples erect in the cool air.
He groaned low, thumbs brushing over them, making her arch with a sharp, "Ah!"
She stood, shimmying out of the dress completely, her nice ass flexing as she kicked it aside, leaving her in just lacy panties that clung to her damp folds.
She pushed Akira back onto the bed, climbing over him with a proactive sway, her breasts swaying heavily as she straddled his hips.
"I want to taste you first," she murmured, her hands working his belt open, zipper rasping down.
His cock sprang free—thick and long, veins pulsing along the shaft, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Hanada's eyes widened at the sight; it was bigger than she'd fantasized, but that only fueled her eagerness.
She wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking firmly from root to tip, feeling it twitch in her grip.
Leaning down, she licked a bold stripe up the underside, from balls to tip, savoring the salty tang.
Akira's hand threaded into her hair, not pushing but guiding, his breath hitching.
"Hanada..."
She didn't wait for more, parting her lips to take the head into her mouth, sucking hard with a wet slurp.
Shlick~! Slurp! Schlick~! Slurp!
Her tongue swirled around the ridge, flicking the slit to lap up more pre-cum, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed down further.
This was her first blowjob, but she attacked it like a woman starved—slutty and hardcore, no hesitation. She moaned around his length, the vibrations humming through him,
"Mmmph... so thick..."
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
"Ghk"
Saliva dripped from her lips, coating his shaft as she took him deeper, gagging slightly when the head hit the back of her throat but pushing on, eyes watering with effort.
Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Hanada's head moved faster, bobbing with sloppy, eager sucks—her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently while she hollowed her cheeks tighter.
Slurp!
POP!
She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, and spat on the tip before diving back in, deepthroating as much as she could, nose brushing his pubic hair.
"Fuck... yes, just like that," Akira groaned, hips bucking up involuntarily.
She hummed in response, the sound garbled around his girth, her big breasts pressing against his thighs as she worked him relentlessly.
Her jaw ached, but the thrill of his moans spurred her on; she wanted to pleasure him more than anything, to show him how much she craved this.
Carved him!
Not satisfied with just her mouth, Hanada shifted, her breasts heaving as she positioned them around his slick cock.
She squeezed them together, enveloping his length in soft, warm flesh—the valley between her big tits perfect for this.
"Let me use these for you," she whispered, voice husky, starting to slide up and down.
The head of his cock poked out with each upward thrust, and she leaned down to lick it, tongue lapping greedily while her breasts pumped him. Skin slapped softly against skin, her nipples grazing his abdomen, sending sparks through her own body. Pre-cum smeared across her chest, making the glide smoother, her moans mixing with his grunts.
She increased the pace, tits bouncing with the motion, her nice ass wiggling as she rocked on her knees, her juice falling on the floor.
Akira's hands gripped the sheets, watching her with dark eyes. "Hanada, you're incredible..."
That praise made her redouble her efforts, squeezing tighter, tongue flicking faster on each emergence. Saliva and pre-cum lubed the way, the obscene squish of her breasts working him filling the room.
She felt empowered, determined to bring him to the edge before he claimed her.
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Panting from her efforts, Yui reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom packet with trembling fingers.
She tore it open with her teeth, eyes locked on his as she rolled the latex between her lips.
"Watch me," she said softly, then leaned down, taking his cock back into her mouth. With careful suction, she unrolled the condom down his length using just her mouth—lips stretching around the base as she pushed it on, tongue pressing it flush. It was messy, her saliva mixing with the latex's scent, but she managed it, pulling off with a satisfied hum.
"All ready for you... but first, I want you inside me."
Akira flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, his calm demeanor cracking with raw need.
He settled between her thighs, condom-sheathed cock nudging her soaked entrance. He was a little frustrated because of the need to wear a condom for the first time when doing this, but he didn't say anything.
Hanada's panties were long gone, her virgin pussy bare and glistening, folds puffy with arousal.
She spread her legs wide, hands guiding his hips.
"Please... be my first. I need it, Akira—make me yours."
He pressed in slowly at first, the head breaching her tight ring with a pop, her walls resisting the intrusion. Yui gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through her,
"Ah! It's... big..."
Inch by inch, he sank deeper, her virginity yielding with a sharp sting that made her nails dig into his shoulders.
"Relax, Hanada... you're doing so well," he murmured, pausing to let her adjust, kissing her neck softly. But she was not stopping, she didn't care of her own pain, hips tilting up to take more, whispering, "Don't stop... fuck me harder."
With her urging, Akira thrust fully in, bottoming out with a wet smack, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. The fullness was overwhelming—stretching her to her limits, every ridge of him dragging her inner walls. She moaned heavily, "Oh god... yes! So deep..."
He started moving, pulls and pushes building to a steady rhythm—plap-plap-plap—his balls slapping her ass with each drive.
Hanada's big breasts jiggled wildly, her nice ass lifting off the bed to meet him. Pain faded into blistering pleasure, her moans turning loud and desperate,
"Ha... ah! Harder, Akira... fuck my virgin pussy!"
He obliged, pounding rougher, hips snapping with force that made the bedframe creak. Her walls fluttered, juices squirting around his base with each withdrawal, the condom slick with her arousal.
"Feels... incredible... so tight around me," he grunted, hands pinning her wrists above her head.
Yui writhed beneath him—legs wrapping his waist, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper.
"Yes... like that! Pound me... make it hurt so good!"
Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filling with her heavy moans and the lewd schlick of penetration. Her clit throbbed against his pubic bone with every grind, building her toward climax.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Akira's pace turned brutal, thrusts erratic as he chased his own release, describing the sensations,
"Your pussy's gripping me... milking every inch, so wet and hot."
She cried out, body tensing—"I'm cumming! Ahh... fuck!"—walls spasming in violent contractions, squirting hot fluids that soaked the sheets.
He didn't stop, fucking through her orgasm with relentless drives, her heavy moans shaking the air, "Don't... stop... more! Oh yes!"
The overstimulation made her thrash, breasts heaving, ass clenching as waves crashed over her. Akira's groans deepened, hips blurring until he buried deep, cum pulsing into the condom in thick ropes.
"Cumming"
They collapsed together, panting, but Yui's eagerness wasn't sated. This years of loneliness has make her treasure this moment.
"Again... from behind," she begged, rolling onto her hands and knees, nice ass presented high.
Akira chuckle as he remove the condum—sealing his cum inside before placing a new one on his hard member, positioned behind her, gripping her hips as he slammed back in—the new angle hitting deeper, brushing her cervix with each thrust.
"Nngh! Yes... rougher!"
Yui pushed back, ass cheeks rippling from the impacts—smack-smack-smack—her moans even heavier now, raw and uninhibited,
"Fuck me... destroy my pussy!"
Slap!
He spanked her ass, the sting making her clench tighter, juices dripping down her thighs.
His hand roamed, one reaching under to pinch her swinging breasts, tugging nipples hard. The pace was hardcore, bed slamming against the wall, her virgin body adapting to the roughness with eager spasms.
"Your ass... bouncing so perfectly, taking my cock like you were made for it," Akira growled, pulling her hair to arch her back.
Hanada's responses were feral—heavy moans of
"Ah! Yes... spank me more!"
—her proactivity shining as she reached back to spread her cheeks wider, inviting deeper penetration. Sweat poured off them, scents of sex thick in the air—musk and salt mingling with her arousal.
Another orgasm built fast, her walls quivering, Close... make me squirt again!"
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP
He thrust savagely, thumb pressing her clit, and she shattered—pussy convulsing, squirting in arcs that splashed his thighs, moans turning to screams, "Aaaah! Cumming so hard!"
Akira kept railing her, the tight pulses drawing out his second load. He came with a roar, flooding the condom anew, collapsing over her back as they both trembled.
But Hanada, ever proactive, twisted around after a moment, kissing him fiercely.
"One more...my turn."
She pushed him flat, straddling his hips, guiding his still-hard cock inside with a moan. Sinking down, she set a wild pace—bouncing with full force, breasts flopping heavily, ass slapping his thighs.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Watch me... take it all," she panted, hands on his chest for leverage, grinding her clit against him.
Slap!
Akira's hands gripped her ass, spanking in rhythm, urging her on. Her moans filled the room — heavy, breathy, "Ha... oh fuck... so good!" — body glistening with sweat, pussy stretching around him.
The condom stretched taut, filled from before, but she rode harder, chasing a third peak. "Your cock... hitting so deep... I love it!"
Climax hit her like lightning, walls clamping down in rhythmic squeezes, squirting messily over his groin.
Akira bucked up, meeting her drops until he erupted again, grunting her name.
They slowed finally, Yui collapsing onto his chest, both drenched and spent.
The room echoed with their ragged breaths, the air heavy with the aftermath of their passion.
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30 minutes later.
Akira glanced at the time.
"It's already so late… Akira-kun, are you leaving?" Hanada Yui asked reluctantly.
"It's too late," Akira said calmly. "But I can stay for sometime, "
Hearing that, Hanada Yui hugged him tightly.
Akira didn't say much.
He simply held her and gently stroked her long hair.
....
Early morning.
When Hanada Yui woke up, Akira was already gone.
She sat up, dressed herself, and left the bedroom.
In the living room, she noticed a note placed neatly on the table.
She picked it up and read it carefully.
Her heart warmed instantly.
Before leaving, Akira had prepared breakfast for her—and even packed a lunch box.
He had written that they would meet again next time.
Hanada Yui thought back to everything that had happened the previous night, a sweet feeling slowly spreading in her chest.
They had already crossed the romantic boundary.
But she was no longer a high school girl who would feel confused or anxious about such things.
What she cared about was not sweet words.
She cared about actions.
Akira had already made his intentions clear through what he did.
That was enough for her!
She went into the kitchen and heated up the breakfast.
"It would be wonderful," she murmured softly, "if I could have breakfast like this every day."
It didn't matter whether the food itself was extraordinary or not.
What mattered was the person who prepared it.
...
Meanwhile,
Somewhere else,
Just as she had woken up, there was a knock on the door.
Without thinking too much, Meguri Shiromeguri walked over and opened it.
"Senpai, did you miss me?"
Akira stood outside the door holding a bouquet of roses, smiling brightly.
"Fujimiya-kun!" Meguri exclaimed, her face instantly lighting up with joy.
"I heard from Hoshiyuu Agency that you're working this afternoon," Akira said softly. "So you should have time to go on a date with me throughout the morning."
"I'll go wash up and change right away!" Meguri said hurriedly.
"I'll wait downstairs," Akira replied as he handed her the bouquet and turned to leave.
Meguri looked down at the roses in her hands, her heart filled with warmth.
.....
Half an hour later, she came downstairs looking apologetic.
"Sorry, I—"
"Senpai," Akira interrupted gently, "did you put on makeup just for me? You look even more beautiful than usual."
Meguri froze for a moment, then smiled shyly.
"I learned it from the pianist," she said.
"You've learned a lot," Akira replied sincerely. "I'm really touched that you're willing to learn makeup for my sake."
He opened the car door for her.
Meguri got in.
Akira sat beside her and naturally took her hand.
"Let's go to the amusement park," he said to the maid at front.
The woman in the driver's seat nodded and started the car.
She was Sayaka Dejima, the maid of the Young Lady.
Her orders from the Young Lady were simple.
Obey Akira Fujimiya's instructions completely.
She only needed to drive.
Nothing more.
Whether Akira had one girlfriend or several—
That had nothing to do with her.
.....
The amusement park during summer vacation was crowded.
Tourists filled the walkways, including quite a few visitors from overseas.
Akira and Meguri rode several attractions together.
Between rides, Meguri talked about her work at Flash Animation.
The music room there housed various instruments.
Although Meguri's guitar skills were not particularly outstanding, she had still been recognized by everyone.
She couldn't help but feel uncertain.
"I feel like… it's because you arranged this position for me, Akira-kun. No one dares to complain," she said quietly.
"Senpai," Akira replied with a smile, "I never asked the company to give you special treatment. They acknowledged you because of your ability."
"But everyone else is so professional," Meguri said softly. "I'm the only amateur."
"You still have plenty of time," Akira said reassuringly. "Practice more, and you'll become better."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"When the cultural festival arrives, I want to perform on stage with you. I'll sing, and you'll accompany me."
Meguri hesitated.
"This…"
"As the student council president," Akira said calmly, holding her hand, "you should graduate from Sobu High School without any regrets. The cultural festival is the perfect opportunity."
After a long moment, she nodded.
"O-Okay."
.....
"Um… excuse me."
A girl's voice came from the side, speaking somewhat awkward Japanese. Before she complain in her native language (Mandarin) about how difficult it is to communicate here.
Akira turned his head.
"Is there something you need?" he asked in Mandarin.
The girl froze.
She had assumed Akira was local—but instead, he spoke fluent, standard Mandarin.
"Am I too handsome?" Akira joked lightly.
The girl blushed.
"You… you really are handsome. Are you an international student? Or did you learn Mandarin?"
"I'm an international student," Akira replied with a smile. "I've lived here for quite a while. You're looking for a gift shop, right?"
"Yes," the girl said embarrassedly. "I want to buy some jewelry for my sister before going back."
"The gift shop is over there," Akira said, pointing. "There's an amusement park mascot outside. You won't miss it."
"Thank you so much," the girl said gratefully.
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{T/N: I want to give a run down on his ability up until now —I have also make some changes (I don't remember when this abilities were introduced except for the first and this forth ability so if anyone remember or know, please tell me—
1) Enhanced Memory (Passive) — Give the user a perfect memory, with the ability to remember whatever he see at first glance and never forget stuff. (i can forget 😅)
2) Peak Humanity Physique (Passive) — Give the User ability to reach the peak of Humanity, simple right!
*Note: This ability also boost his first ability Enhanced Memory.
3) Miracle (Passive/Active) — "For a big Miracle to happen, he would need to first create small miracle"
For simple term, Akira is fulfilling others "dreams", fulfilling a person wish or dream of creating an original anime of his dead wife—for that person it is a MIRACLE, staking the small Miracle to create a big Miracle like shooting star!
*Note: It get reset every time He used this ability— it passively absorb the small miracle (that people think).
4) God Tongue (Passive/Active) — an extremely refined sense of taste. Ability to detect tiny flaws, ingredients, balance, and cooking techniques, Judges food with near-absolute accuracy.
*Note:Some special nectar are also considered food.
This information is not known to him, he had to try and figure then out—except for MIRACLE, that is like abilities from LOTM (Without the losing control side effects), where he instinctively knew what it is about but he would still need to test it out to see it's effect — The shooting star is the test.
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