"Alright, folks, let's have a quick review of the rules." Urara declared as enthusiastically as she could, all the while desperately struggling to tear away her eyes from Haru's stark-naked upper body. "We have three honorary judges. The theme is Rice Bowl and the main ingredient is meat!"
"A quick question there, cutie." Haru raised his hand as if seated in a class, gaining the attention of the whole crowd. "Does it matter what kind of meat we are using?"
"W-what do you mean?" the freshmen girl questioned hesitantly. Damn him, damn his chest, damn his abs and damn his blue eyes!
"Well, Buddy boy over there said that Meat Meat has some delicious Ass5 meat…"
"It's A5 meat!" Mito blurted out with rosy cheeks. Ass5 meat? Where the hell did he come up with that kind of name?
"… Ignoring that rude interruption, I would like to announce that I, Haru Uzumaki, will be using C5 meat to counter her Ass5 meat." the aforementioned blond proclaimed with a lecherous snigger, while the sounds of jaws plummeting to the ground resounded throughout the hall.
Unresponsive silence conquered the entirety of the vast hall, not even crickets dare make a sound. Every single student could be seen desperately attempting to pick up their dropped jaws and contain their flaming visages.
Even the gathered critics were rendered thunderstruck; especially the female one who tried to ignore the mist gushing out of her ears and put substantial effort into controlling her wandering eyes.
Before he could proceed any further, another boot connected with the back of his head or at least tried to connect with his head. Hearing something ripping through the air, Haru twirled around with a wide grin and caught the offensive object in his hand.
His eyes caught sight of a familiar person, someone obsessed with wearing tight Chinese dresses with slits on the side, with her hand extended and eyebrows twitching in rapid succession. Man, what he wouldn't give to kiss those pouty and snarling lips right about now!
Miyoko tried and tried again to get rid of her annoyance over her one time partner's obvious lack of modesty and control over his mouth. Coming to the hall half way naked—which was quite… arousing considering his body stature—while not a pleasant thing to do was one thing but outright speaking about his… thing in that way was another thing!
"Look Baby Cake, I am gonna kiss the life out of ya one way or another." Haru affirmed sagely, haughtily concealing his triumphant look when he saw the Chinese maiden look around for something to throw at him. "These repetitive boot strikes are only gonna make me horny!"
Whatever semblance of peace and normality that had returned to the hall after Miyoko had shown her answer towards Haru's request returned when the blond blatantly declared that the aforementioned answer was making him horny!
Seeing Miyoko's frozen form, Haru nodded in satisfaction and rotated around to face his equally naughty opponent, Ikumi Mito. What he saw only made his self-satisfied grin broaden in magnitude. Apparently, his C5 comment hadn't worn off as of yet.
How fun!
"Ya okay with me using C5 meat, right cutie?" he queried with an innocent smile "I mean, being known as the Meat Master, you must be quite proficient in working it to the max."
"W-what is wrong with y-you, you perverted creep?!" she burst out in embarrassment; steam rushing out of her ears like there was no tomorrow. What kind of perverted creep had she been appointed to face off against? Not only did he have something against wearing shirts, but he was also talking so dirty that she had trouble forming proper words!
He was blatantly harassing her and no one was able to even talk?!
The damn blond was so vulgar that not even the normally uptight and strict lecturers of the Academy seated in the audiences' seats were able to talk properly! Any normal student would've been expelled for speaking so offensively!
Haru put his hand on his heart with a mock look of hurt, which, unfortunately for Ikumi, had the effect of flexing his bulging bicep to the max. "Me, a perverted creep? How hurtful! I will tell you that in ancient civilizations, I was known as an outstanding pillar of intellect!"
Even the dumbest and stupidest student of the academy instantly knew that he was joking, even though he was telling the truth. It was just hilarious telling the truth and being framed as a liar. Well, it was partially true. He was known as the Pillar because of… well something that the students didn't need to know right now.
"I highly d-doubt that." she bite back with a strained smirk, attempting to regain her former confidence and composure. It would not do to lose focus and disregard the temperature of the meat, thus completely destroying its lusciousness.
If she could just ignore his gradually perspiring and gleaming torso and abs, she would win no doubt and the damn blond would be expelled from the academy for good! She would never have to see his smug face again!
Now if she could only manage what she just said. Ignoring his open wide, gleaming and delicious muscles would be quite hard, especially when he was unconsciously flexing them like there was no tomorrow.
The ogling Urara snapped out of her funk and coughed into her hand to control her blushing. "With that out of the way, let the cooking begin!"
"Let's see if you can cook as good as you talk, you shameless pervert." Miyoko grumbled under her breath, crossing her hands under her substantial chest, causing a few of her friends to take a few steps back… just in case.
Standing bare footed or rather sock-footed on the balcony had no effect on her. If anyone had any problems with that, they were free to comment on it and she would gladly "answer" their questions.
She had no idea why, but Haru's constant perverted jokes and shameless entrances were getting on her nerves. It's as if he had no idea what those kinds of actions affected the rest of them.
Seeing Haru walk around the counter and stand on the opposite side, the Chinese girl could feel her eyebrows twitch when she realized his real intent.
The Kitchen counters were styled in a way that would provide both the chefs their privacy and environment suitable for cooking. That meant both chefs would face the audience, their backs faced towards each other.
However, what Haru was doing now was in direct violation of that privacy. He was facing Ikumi, whose back was to him, meaning the damn pervert was openly gawking at her barely hidden behind! He was not even trying to be discreet about it since he was openly giggling like a school girl.
Gripping the railings of the balcony, Miyoko scanned around the onlookers' seats and attempted to find something large and detrimental to throw at the pervert, unfortunately she couldn't locate anything satisfactory. He had no sense of modesty, did he? Even in the middle of a serious battle, he was thinking with his other head!
Didn't he realize that he would get expelled if he lost? She would be damned if she let him get expelled before she extracted her revenge for that stunt he had pulled on her on their first meeting!
What was getting even more on nerves was the fact that Ikumi was equally to blame for this. If the blonde … hussy had some semblance of shame, she would have worn something else instead of that… thing!
Unaware of her thoughts, another purplette was thinking along the same lines, except not so forcefully or violently. Ryoko could only shake her head, cheeks blazing red as she watched Haru openly gaze at the blonde's rear and giggle like a maniac.
He really needed to control his hormones.
Though a certain part of her couldn't help but wonder what the blond had with her fellow purplette. From the way Haru had been addressing her beforehand, she had a feeling that they knew each other quite well.
Honestly, she had no idea how she felt about that.
"Worried about your boyfriend?" Yuki questioned sneakily, a wide smirk dancing on her young visage.
"Yeah …" Ryoko countered distractedly, before realization hit her and her eyes expanded to awkward proportions. "NO!"
"She didn't deny him being her boyfriend." Shun specified monotonously, causing the purplette to give him a betrayed look.
"I know, right!" the orange haired girl shouted gleefully, enveloping the self-conscious girl in a sideway hug. "Don't worry; your shameless boyfriend will be fine!"