The day before the cooking competition had finally arrived, and I stood in the kitchen with a quiet sense of pride.
"Yeah… this should work."
My entry was simple but heartfelt: perfectly prepared soba noodles paired with crisp, refreshing asazuke pickles. The goal wasn't just to win—it was to spread the joy and craftsmanship of soba to this entire world. I wanted people to understand how satisfying a humble bowl of noodles could be when made with care.
Sixteen chefs were competing in a tournament-style bracket. Two stages would run simultaneously, stretching the event across two full days. The Guild Master and Vice-Guild Master would provide live commentary for each venue, turning the competition into proper entertainment. Thanks to my earlier suggestion, Royza and I had secured spots as participants.
Most contestants were local chefs, but two wandering cooks had also entered—traveling artisans whose reputations preceded them.
"What are you planning to serve tomorrow, Royza?" I asked.
She smiled brightly. "I'd like to present the dish you named 'crepe,' Master. Thin batter made from eggs, wheat flour, and sugar, filled with fresh fruit and plenty of whipped cream."
The name had stuck because it closely resembled the French dessert I remembered. Topped with vibrant local berries and clouds of sweet cream, it looked almost too pretty to eat.
"It'll be great publicity for the new branch if it goes well."
"Yes! I'll do my best!"
Royza's tail swished happily behind her. She still wore the slave collar I had placed on her when she first joined. I had once offered to remove it, telling her she was free to go, but an elf acquaintance had strongly advised against it.
"I caution you—don't trust Royza too easily. I don't want to hear you say later, 'I trusted her and she betrayed me.'"
The warning stung because it was true. The previous employees who had stolen from the shop had all seemed trustworthy at first. Some had worked diligently for months before showing their true colors. In this world, the victim was often blamed for being naïve, and the guards and courts were useless for common folk.
I still felt guilty doubting her, especially with the new store on the line, but Royza herself had never asked to have the collar removed. So I decided to keep it on for just a little longer.
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**Cooking Competition Day**
"Welcome, everyone! The cooking competition is about to begin!" The Guild Master's cheerful voice boomed across the venue. "Many of you might be wondering—why a cooking competition? But even if you're not a food expert, just watching the process is exciting! That's the kind of lively event we want to create today!"
To my surprise, the crowd was much larger than expected—around a hundred spectators already gathered, and more were streaming in. The judges looked serious and knowledgeable, their expressions concentrated.
The first round went smoothly. The audience listened attentively to the Guild Master's detailed commentary, nodding and murmuring in appreciation as chefs demonstrated their skills.
Then everything fell apart.
"What is that?!"
"It looks so fun! A cooking competition?!"
The crowd swelled rapidly. By the time I advanced past my first-round soba match, the other stage—where Royza was presenting—had turned into absolute chaos.
"What is this?! It's sweet!!"
"What's this white fluffy stuff?! It's insanely delicious!"
People swarmed Royza's crepes like starving wolves. The thin, golden pancakes filled with juicy fruit and generous swirls of whipped cream were an instant sensation.
"Make more! We want more!"
"Everyone, please step back!"
The judges tried to restore order, but it was hopeless. Within minutes, the entire first round had to be canceled due to the uncontrollable crowd surge.
"Well… at least it was good advertising," I muttered later while talking with Royza.
"I hope so…" she replied, looking a little overwhelmed but still glowing with pride.
The Guild Master later informed us that the second day's events were officially canceled. The scale had grown far beyond what anyone could manage safely.
"If we do this again, we'll have to charge admission or something," he said with a wry laugh.
"I'm sorry for the trouble. We'll consult with you properly next time."
"No, no—I should be thanking you. To cause this much excitement in just the first round? Your dishes have real potential. This could become something huge."
His words carried genuine excitement. I turned to Royza with a smile.
"When we get another chance, let's give it our all again."
"Yes!" She beamed, ears perked up happily.
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That night, the competition had ended in an incomplete blaze of glory, so I decided to burn off the leftover energy in a much more pleasurable way.
Merry-chan had gone home to stay with her mother, which left Miu as my companion for the evening.
"By the way, Miu… I've been thinking about that slave contract of yours. I think it's fine to release you now if you want."
"Wha—?! No! Please don't throw me away!!!" Miu's eyes filled with tears as she clung to my arm. "I'm so happy here! This is the first time I've felt safe and cared for! Please, I'll work even harder! Don't abandon me!!"
I had only meant to free her, but her desperate reaction caught me off guard.
"W-wait, that's not what I—"
"Please! I beg you!"
Half-sobbing, she pressed her soft body against me, trembling.
"Alright, alright… you can stay as my slave."
"Thank you so much!" Her face lit up with pure joy.
As she knelt between my legs and began a slow, devoted blowjob, I gently asked about her past. Her rough tongue worked lovingly along my shaft while she spoke between licks.
"I started being used for sex when I was about seven… passed around to many men, over and over. They forced two cocks inside my pussy at once, sometimes even fists… My friends all died, but I survived. I guess that makes me lucky."
Her story was heartbreaking. Beastkin women like Miu were apparently treated brutally in many places.
"My pussy is too ruined to be useful anymore… but my mouth—I'm confident in my mouth. That's how I stayed alive."
"You've been through so much," I murmured, stroking her soft ears.
"But Master is so kind!" she said brightly, eyes sparkling even as she sucked me deeper. "When I feel bad, you let me rest. You feed me delicious food. And the sex… it's gentle and feels good!!"
I didn't have the heart to tell her I couldn't actually remember giving her rest days—most likely I had just been busy with the other girls.
"So please… let me serve you with everything I have♡ Give me lots and lots of your thick cum♡"
If she was that eager, I decided to try something more adventurous.
"Master…? What… what is this?"
"It's called armpit fucking… or 'axilla job.'"
"W-Will it feel good…?"
"Yeah. Your fur is surprisingly soft and stimulating."
As a beastkin, Miu's body was naturally covered in a fine, silky layer of fur—especially noticeable and fluffy under her arms.
I lifted her arm and slid my hard, throbbing cock into the warm, hairy crevice of her armpit. The soft, dense fur wrapped around my shaft like a living onahole.
"Uwaaah♡♡♡ It's so hard♡ Something… something exciting is happening♡ My armpit is getting hot♡"
"I'm going to cum in your armpit, okay?"
"Eeeeh♡ No way♡ My armpit isn't a pussy♡♡♡ You're turning my armpit into a lewd hole toooo♡♡♡"
I thrust steadily, the fluffy fur stroking every inch of my cock with delicious friction. The sensation was unique—warm, ticklish, and strangely addictive.
Finally, I groaned and unloaded thick, ropey spurts of semen directly into her armpit. The pearly white cum coated the soft fur, dripping slowly down her side.
"Fwaaah♡♡♡ It smells so strong♡♡♡ My armpit is covered in your cum and it smells so dirty nowww♡♡♡ Aahn♡♡♡ I'm drinking it… I'm licking your armpit cum♡♡♡"
Miu pressed her face to her own armpit and began lapping up every drop with shameless enthusiasm, her tongue cleaning the sticky mess while she moaned in delight.
It was incredibly perverted… and incredibly hot.
Maniacal play for the win.
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The cooking competition might have ended in chaos, but my life in this world continued to be a delicious mix of business success and increasingly depraved bedroom adventures. With Royza's crepes causing a sensation and Miu happily offering every part of her body for my pleasure, the future looked brighter—and stickier—than ever.