A merrily whistling Haru exited from the auditorium with an extra bounce to his steps, his shirt slung over his shoulder. The Food War had gone as calculated, for the most part at least.
While the male assessors had shown unwillingness at first due to the unappealing appearance of his dish, they had caved in after perceiving their fellow judge's reaction to the dish. He had cooked the dish in a way to enhance every single aspect of the ingredient.
He had prepared a sauce comprised of soy sauce, red wine and a hint of garlic to bring out the richness of the rice. However instead of going with the traditional way of showcasing the meat atop the rice, he had cooked the meat in the shape of meat balls and placed them between two layers of sauce-enhanced rice, thus not only preserving its richness but also its tenderness.
The female judge had come to that conclusion after taking a bite, thus compelling her fellow judges to find out for themselves.
In the end, the winner had been declared and he had emerged a happy man.
Now, he not only managed to find a place to find out the mysteries of ramen but also got himself a blonde cutie as a subordinate. Could this day get any better? Of course it could and that was why he was looking around the entrance of the auditorium for a certain Cheongsam wearing chef.
Haru Uzumaki never went back on his promises, especially if they involved babes.
Seeing a bare footed Miyoko stomp towards him with a large tic mark pulsing on her forehead and her hands balled into tight fists, Haru waved her two boots encouragingly and dashed towards the other side of the hall.
His luck in getting away from the pissed off girl ended as soon as he found himself in front of a wall and no way out. He turned around and grinned sheepishly when Miyoko stalked up to him with an evil smirk on her face, knuckles cracking like a madman.
"Thought you could run away from me, huh?" she demanded with an ominous look, taking step after step towards the jumpy blond "Got nothing to say?"
"Umm … your ass looks even bigger in the short skirt?" Haru began hesitantly, causing the Chinese girl to twitch in annoyance as she rushed forward and attempted to wrap her hands around the blond's neck and choke him to death.
The key word being "attempted".
Before she could proceed with her strangulation, Haru lowered beneath her hands and pushed her against the wall with a wide grin, earning a flabbergasted yelp from the Cheongsam wearing purplette.
"W-what are you d-doing?" she demanded in anger, cheeks burning red as Haru held her arms above her head and pressed his body against her.
"I told you that attacking me would only make me horny." Haru whispered throatily, purposely pressing his lower body against her. "I also told you that it would cost you a French kiss and some groping."
Struggling futilely against his strong arms, Miyoko felt embarrassed, angry and … turned on to be manhandled by someone so huge. She could feel blood rushing to her cheeks and somewhere else when she felt something hard and … long against her stomach.
Even though she was fairly tall herself, taller than a lot of girls her age, she was still quite small when compared to his humongous height, however feeling him pressed against, she realized just how tall he was.
His groin was against her stomach for crying out loud!
"H-Haru, let go of me this instant or I'll …" she whispered through clenched teeth, as his damn blue eyes seared into her soul.
"Or you will what?" he asked in challenge, nearing his mouth to her exposed collar while she shivered uncontrollably.
Whatever semblance of control she had over her emotions crumbled to pieces like an earthen vase when she felt his thin lips upon her shoulder, sucking, licking and biting the delicate skin. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth when Haru bit her earlobe before softly licking it, as if soothing its pain.
"W-wait!"
Not giving her time, Haru smashed his lips against her own in a hungry and animalistic kiss, causing the girl to widen her eyes in shock and her body to freeze like a rod. The blond smirked and let go of her arms, reaching for her skirt covered behind as he squeezed her supple flesh.
What he wasn't expecting was for Miyoko to wrap her arms around his neck, bring him closer to the passionate lip-lock and force her tongue into his mouth!
Discarding all inhibitions to the wind, Haru opened his mouth for the intruding appendage and accepted the bold intruder into his orifice, all the while imprinting the shape of his hands on the flesh of her plum rear.
For the purplette Chinese chef, it lasted for an entire eternity, when in actuality it had only gone on for 1 minute. Her mind was in a daze. Turmoil, anger, embarrassment and lust clouded her rational mind as she gave in to her animalistic instincts to bring the magnificent male specimen closer to her body.
Feeling the need for oxygen, Haru removed his lips from the dazed and stupefied girl; a thin trail of saliva connecting their previously occupied lips "For a girl who was acting all Tsundere and Ice Queen-ish, you certainly know how to kiss, Doll Face!"
Seeing as she was not responding, Haru gave her supple rear a comforting squeeze, causing the purplette chef to become aware of their… dilemma. The blond sensed something sinister in the air when Miyoko's purple bangs shadowed her eyes, an aura of absolute danger and malice surrounded her slender form.
"You bastard…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"I guess I will take that as my cue to high tail it out of here!" Haru uttered with an uneasy chuckle and let go of the purplette's shapely behind, taking a few cautious steps back to ensure his safety "Bye now!"
Uh oh! Guess kissing her without her permission was a bad idea. But for the record, she had also kissed him, French kissed him, he might add! He was not the only guilty party here people!
Letting out a manly scream of fright when Miyoko suddenly lashed out and attempted to grab his neck, Haru turned towards the Polar Star Dorm general direction and sprinted into the distance, a giant cloud of dust signifying his abrupt and heroic exit.
"I AM GOING TO GET YOU FOR THIS, UZUMAKI!" Miyoko's thunderous scream of anger only served to make the blond increase his speed and vanish into the distance.
Seeing as the blond pervert was out of sight, the purplette could only lean against the wall of the auditorium to control her breathing and thumping heart as well as her flushed state. What the hell was wrong with her?
She should be angry at the blond for daring to act like that with her, yet she could only think about the impression of his lips sucking the life out of her own.
She should be furious at him for molesting her against her will, yet she could only remember the arousing sensation of his calloused hand squeezing her behind, the hardness of his steel-like muscles, his intoxicating scent and the feel of his obviously large endowment against her stomach.
"I hate that blond so much!"