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The Cooking Club door slams open, damaging the hinges. A tiny girl with short, white hair and a quickly disintegrating uniform runs in. I guess we won't be closing the door any time soon.

"Koneko?" I say, seeing the cute kitten. "What happened?"

"I was told you were here, but when I came to the door, I was hit by a wave of magic which threw me against a wall and..." she points at the disintegrating fabric. "this happened. Are you alright, Issei? What happened?"

"I'm okay," I say, walking over to her pulling one of Maria's dresses out of the Pocket Dimension. I'm going to have to restock after today. Two sets of Mio's clothes, one set of mine, and a single set of Maria's, I should invest in a clothing store. "I'll tell you all about it tonight at dinner. For now, why don't you change into this before the rest of your clothes disappear."

"You aren't going to peek?" she asks.

"When you're ready," I say.

She blushes a little. "Hentai."

"Only if you want me to be," I say, which is a bald-faced lie. That's my secret. I'm always hentai.

Honestly, the last week has been utter torture. Other than that blowjob from Raynare, I've barely gotten my rocks off. I am ready to explode and not in a fun way. I love playing with the girls, and seeing them orgasm is probably my favorite pastime, but my body and blood are screaming for satisfaction.

'Damn, I'm horny,' I think to no one in particular, but it's a dragon that has a response.

'Well, what did you expect. You have a dragon bloodline, dragon soul, magic, and abilities that revolve around sex, succubus magic running through your system, and you're constantly surrounded by thirsty girls who tend to get naked and horny around you. You are either a masochist, or you have amazing control.'

'I'll have to hope for the amazing control part. I prefer caresses to smacks. I sure as shit don't want to travel down the full-on masochist role.'

'You're so vanilla,' Ddraig says. I can't entirely deny that. I'm a bit of a romantic at heart and only dabble in the extended sexual arts. Still, it was a stab at me, and I feel compelled to stab back.

'Fine, once you get a body, I'll take up shibari, tie you up, and use you like an onahole until you can't see for all the cum I've covered you in. You'll look like you're doing Albion cosplay from all the white I'll paint you with.'

'...'

'What? Too much?' I ask, wondering if I took it too far.

'D-do you mean it?' Ddraig says, her voice oddly not sounding like a powerful dragon anymore. More like one of those thirsty girls she mentioned before.

'Seriously?' I ask, genuinely curious. I suppose it makes a sort of sense. The Dragon of Domination wants to be dominated. Like those high-powered executives in constant control of everything, the only way they can relax is by ceding that control to a dominatrix or something. Not my kink, but to each their own.

Maybe I can talk to Akeno and Maria about this. Some of the girls may need this type of care, and I refuse to disappoint them... It's really not in my wheelhouse, though. Sigh. The life of a harem protagonist is truly difficult. Rewarding, but difficult.

'I dunno... it sounded kind of hot,' she says, a tinge of embarrassment eeking through her voice.

'Fine. I'll look into it,' I think with deep resignation. Trying new things is important, but there are some things I'm still not doing. I get a wave of anticipation from my left hand. Fucking thirsty dragon.

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Akio carries Mira up to the nurses' office. Koneko returns to the Occult Research Club in the borrowed dress I gave her after eating a cupcake and getting some head pats. Arin insists on receiving a share of head pats too, and then sits on a stool and watches me while slowly savoring the last cupcake from the batch I'd made the other day.

I barely manage to finish the desserts before I run out of time. I run back up to the nurses' office, Arin on my heels, to check on Lillith and Mira, but they've both already left.

"I'm afraid Miss Marikawa is out of the office right now," Chisato says. It sounds odd, unlike how Chisato usually sounds. She's not...

"Arin? Would you mind giving me a few moments with Miss Hasegawa?" I ask. Arin nods and waits outside the office.

Chisato hasn't turned towards me since I came in, so I can't see her face. I step up near her as she washes her hand for the third consecutive minute. "Miss Hasegawa, is everything alright?" I ask.

"..."

She doesn't answer, but I can see her jaw working from the side. Is she crying? "Chisato. What's wrong?"

"..."

I frown, lean in, and whisper, "Miss Hasegawa. If you don't give me a satisfactory answer to my question by the count of three, I will take you over my knee and spank you, and then if the mood strikes me, I might do something more intense to that sexy ass of yours."

She turns her red-rimmed eyes towards me wide with shock. "You wouldn't," she says.

"Test me and find out. One," I say, steelie-eyed and iron in my voice. I don't like seeing the calm sexy woman in this state. 'Please, call my 'bluff.' Pretty please, with ice cream on top, I would love to bury my fingers in that meaty ass... and my face.'

Don't get me wrong, if I wasn't sure she'd be into this kind of play, I wouldn't push this, but if this Chisato is like the one from the source material, her fantasy is for me to ravage her completely... so, fake it until I make it here.

"I-it's nothing. Everything is fine," she says, with no conviction.

I roll my eyes. "Two."

She takes a step back, and I follow, grabbing her wrist to pull her closer. She licks her lips. I lift her chin, our faces close enough to share breath and whisper. "Last chance." my grip on her wrist tightens. "Thre-"

"I-I was being silly," she forces out.

I pause. "Continue."

"I was jealous. I shouldn't be. I know better, but seeing you with Shizuka... It's ridiculous. I've seen you flirt with other girls. Hell, you're apparently engaged to two of the most eligible girls in the school and living with another. We don't even have a relationship to speak of. We haven't even..." she says, spewing her insecurities.

"But they're all girls," I say. "While Shizuka... Shizuka is a woman. Childish though she may seem at times, she is an adult and when you saw us together, it was no longer just kids playing house. Is that about right?" I ask. I never thought this goddess would be insecure. Kinky, intelligent, powerful... absolutely. Insecure? I'm surprised, but the blush on her face tells me I'm right.

I slide my arm, the one not holding her wrist, around her waist, and pull her flush with my front. "Miss Hasegawa. Chisato. The only reason I have not taken liberties with you is because of the extremely worn sense of propriety and decorum that still exists between us. If we brush away that tattered and frayed barrier, our relationship would... change."

"Maybe it needs to," she says, her voice barely a whisper.

"I'm fine with that. The question is, how would you like it to change? Should the transition be slow and gentle, pushing my way past the barrier, so you can slowly accept the change, or should I just ram through the barrier tearing it apart and claim you as my own."

A tremor runs through her body, and her temperature spikes. I know what she wants, I've read the wiki after all, but that's not what she's going to choose. She swallows hard and lets out a shuddering breath. "W-we should take our time. You have a l-lot on your plate already, and I don't want to d-distract you. Mio and the others need you to be focused."

"Hmm. That's very logical and considerate, Chisato," I say. "but you forgot what I wanted."

My grip on her body tightens, and I move us into a spin—shock flashes across Chisato's face as her ass lands on the counter. My hands drop to her knees and force them wide apart, pushing her tight skirt up over her hips, showing her sheer black-lace panties. I drop to my knees, my face level with that delightful sight, I run my hand from her knee, up her thigh, and under the wet lacey material. I tear the fabric free with a sharp jerk, exposing the delicate flesh and folds glistening with the slick and sticky nectar.

I pass a glance to the wide-eyed face of Chisato above and flash a brief smirk. "Itadakimasu." I dive into my meal. Peach and honey, but not cloyingly sweet. Delicate, fresh, and refreshing, a subtle mint note. Nectar is truly the right word for her juice. Bottle it, and you'd have a bestseller. 'And it's mine,' I think as my tongue runs up one exquisite fold to flick against the engorged bean at the top.

Chisato moans, and her hands grip my head and hair, pulling me harder against her sex. I tickle the edge of her taint with the tip of my tongue and then savagely drive the meat of it into her opening to scrape against the delicious pink shallows.

Her thighs close around my head just as I hear Shizuka calling from a near distance. "Chiisaatooo." Chisato jerks and tries to move, but my hands lock her down by her hips.

Looking up, I see her wild expression. "I'm not done yet," I say, glaring at her, and the panic in her eyes flares, yet that panic is but a candle flame before the bonfire of her desire. She leans back, slowly resting her shoulders against the cabinet above. I return to my... 'tender' ministrations and slowly devour every bit of her.

"Where are you, Chisato?" Shizuka calls out from the outer office area where the beds are. Chisato is biting her hand to keep from moaning.

I lick my tongue up the centerline drawing it slowly across the slightly exposed nub of her clit. Her body shudders in pleasure, and a squeak is squeezed out between the fingers covering her mouth. I look up at her, my face soaked in the evidence of her arousal. "Don't be rude to your coworker Miss Hasegawa. What kind of example would that set for the students. Let her know where you are," I say and gently kiss my way around her vulva.

She looks at me, shock, fear, and arousal alternating through her eyes. I harden mine. "Do it."

She licks her lips, her eyes blink, and her mouth opens. I move my hand, so my fingers rest on either side of her opening and gently brush them up and down the warm flesh. "I-I'm h-here," she says barely above a whisper.

"Louder, Miss Hasegawa. Who could hear such a call?" I say.

"I-I'm here," she calls out.

"Good girl," I say and latch my mouth over her clitoral hood. I work my tongue in a slow rhythm across the clit as my mouth provides a persistent suction over the whole structure. My fingers twist and thrust within her dripping vag, pulling mewling sounds from Chisato's throat.

I vaguely register what sounds like an, "Oh, my," from Shizuka, but I tune it out to focus on my current naughty nurse.

Eventually, she surrenders and slams her hands down on the countertop, pushing her pelvis forward into my mouth. Her voice comes out as a keening wail, and her nectar soaks my arm to my shoulder. Finally, the heavy splash and shudder of a large orgasm rocks through her as she stiffens before slumping limp.

I look up in time to see her hair slowly shift from a golden glow back to her normal silken brown. I push myself to my feet, leaving her drooling from both mouths. I smile at the beautiful picture in from of me. "I'm leaving some cookies for you and Shizuka. They're cardamom, delicate but spicy," I say, emphasizing the word 'spicy.' I'll see you soon, Miss Hasegawa. I hope there won't be any more misunderstandings between us."

I turn and walk away. Shizuka is leaning against the doorjamb, one hand caressing one of her spectacular breasts and the other working under her short skirt, her juices running down her legs. She has a slightly dazed expression of arousal and longing in her eyes.

I stop next to her and, reaching over, caress her face briefly before pulling her into a deep kiss. She moans into my mouth as I work my tongue all around, being sure to reach every part of her mouth, sharing Chisato's nectar deep into her until I'm satisfied that she's appreciated the taste. I pull back, a trail of saliva drawn out connecting our tongues.

I smile. "Isn't she delicious?" I ask Shizuka.

Her slightly dazed expression has become a full-on glazed-over, and she nods limply. I laugh and tweak her nose. "You're just so cute, Shizuka. I can't wait to devour you next time," I say and leave the room.

I splash some water on my face before I leave the nurses' office to find Arin waiting just outside leaned up against the opposite wall. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Un," is her only response. We start walking towards my next class.

"Not that I mind, but shouldn't you be in class instead of following me around?"

"Un."

"At any rate-" I start.

"You want to have sex before marriage?" she suddenly asks.

I blink and stop walking. "Well, yes... and often, but that's not really germane to the topic at hand, is it? Unless you mean right now?"

"Un."

"A highly enticing suggestion... unfortunately, I'm going to have to decline for now. I feel like I've made a promise regarding this, and I don't want to break it."

"Hmm. This is pretty difficult."

"I agree. How about I offer a kiss for now," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "It could be a deep one even."

She pauses and looks at me for a moment before nodding. "Un."

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I am a few minutes late back to class, without the now well smooched Arin this time. Still, after an apology and an excuse about being in the nurses' office to check on someone, followed by Lillith apologizing and trying to take the blame for not returning to the Cooking Club once she 'felt better,' everything worked out. The rest of class goes as smoothly as I could hope, and soon the end of the day has come, and only club time is left.

I walk back to the Cooking Club to pick up the cooling desserts I'd left here earlier. I leave behind a batch of cardamom cookies for the girls in the Cooking Club as thanks for the use of their space, half expecting an orgy to break out if Shizuka is an example of how semi-normal mortals handle my cooking ability.

I feel like I should mention something. Those abilities I create with 'Get Creative,' even though they're listed under Skills when shown under 'Discerning Eye,' really, they're not skills. From what I can tell, skills are things you learn over time. Everything we do is related to a skill. Walking, talking, jumping rope, spanking the monkey, sleeping; everything is a skill. Over time and use we get better at it... or not.

What I make are abilities. These hack the system to augment skills, increase our comprehension of skills, allow us to use certain skills, use skills better, even learn skills faster, and some other stuff I have not considered yet. Some are born with an ability, some develop abilities over time, and some, like myself, and hopefully only myself, just make them up as we go. I'm always getting ideas for new ones. It's really distracting.

My cooking 'skill' is still pretty good, but basic. If I was to rate it on a scale of one to a hundred, with one being, 'scorches a pot boiling water and one hundred equaling, 'the best technical chef in the world,' I'd rate myself between forty-five and fifty. Definitely not a professional, but a pretty damn good home cook. Mostly because I don't focus on learning complicated techniques or things I'll only use rarely.

What sets me apart, though, is the ability Touch of Ambrosia. This gives the food that I successfully create a massive boost. It's straight-up magic on a minor level. Most normal humans couldn't conceive of a C-ranked ability. It sits firmly in the realm of the supernatural. Anything C-ranks and above is firmly in the domain of the supernatural.

This doesn't mean that abilities below C-rank can't be amazing or involve supernatural forces; just look at Min's Touch or Reprieve of Somnus for examples. It's just that those abilities touch on the supernatural without pushing into that realm. One thing, though. A normal human having a C-rank or better ability is no longer a normal human... and that's what I'm looking at right now as I walk by the Kendo Club.

[Name: Saeko Busujima

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[Abilities: [Swordsmanship (A)],

Well, holy shit.