I Joined the Cooking Club and Ended Up with Tons of Sex Friends

Chapter 37: Raw Sex with the Cooking Club President

The week after we moved into the apartment.

The university’s school festival was about to start.

We went shopping the day before it kicked off.

“Man, Ayame, you’re seriously saving my ass!!!”

We drove to Costco in the rental HiAce I got after passing my license test.

There was just way too much stuff, so a car was a must.

Just me and the president went together, loading up on everything we needed.

Lately I’d been chatting with her a lot more casually too.

The fact that she was totally fine hopping in the car with me like this for a drive probably meant she trusted me.

I didn’t wanna betray that trust or anything, but…

“The car’s so coooool inside!!!”

It was already November, but somehow it was still hot.

We had the AC on, but there was a reason for that.

Carrying all those heavy boxes made the president sweat a ton.

And that sweaty smell was hitting me straight on.

Plus, for some reason, whenever she fanned herself with her hand, it was always toward the driver’s side—right at me.

I really didn’t want her spotting my boner, so

“President, um, I gotta say this upfront so there’s no misunderstanding. If it’s gross, I’m really sorry.”

“Hm? What?”

“So, like… I’m kinda a total slut when it comes to women. Super loose guy.”

“I know. I’ve seen it.”

She answered instantly.

“And, uh… I’m really weak to women’s smells. So if you could maybe… not fan yourself like that… it’d help a lot.”

She stared right at me.

Even while I was driving, I could tell she was totally put off.

“…Do I stink?”

“It smells really good.”

“Ugh, pervert. Look, you’re probably used to girls throwing themselves at you, so you don’t get it, but just so you know—women hate it when a guy they don’t like says stuff like that. Like, ‘Oh, this creep’s looking at me sexually?’ And then it’s instant ‘I don’t wanna talk to him, stay the hell away, idiot.’ So be careful when you talk to women, okay?”

She gave me a straight-up serious lecture.

“Sorry.”

“And if there’s even a tiny bit of feelings from the girl, she’ll totally misread it. Like ‘Wait, does he like me?’ Don’t just throw that out casually.”

After saying all that, she pulled at her own shirt and sniffed it.

She kept fanning, so the smell hit me again.

“…It stinks. Wait, this smell is good to you?”

“Yeah.”

Instant answer.

She made all kinds of weird faces after that.

“…Well, yeah. Got it. You’re definitely a pervert.”

Even after that talk, the president kept working with me on festival prep like normal.

Probably because there was a lot of heavy lifting and she figured having a guy around would help.

Then came festival day.

I just kept stir-frying yakisoba nonstop, and grilling yakitori and whatever else over charcoal.

“Ayameee! Keep it uppp!”

“Coming throughhh!!!”

The tonjiru and cakes were handled by other groups. I was on the iron griddle and charcoal station, so I was literally grilling the whole time.

Saya-chan and Rana-chan were portioning yakisoba onto paper plates and running them out.

It was tough work, but they had this multi-tier cart thing, so they could haul a bunch at once.

“We made this much and it’s still not enough!?”

“Yup. It’s selling like crazy. Yakitori and yakisoba are the stall staples. Super cheap too—yakisoba 100 yen, yakitori 50 yen a stick. We set those prices on purpose to crush the outside vendors. Every president passes it down with ‘Don’t raise prices until those bastards are wiped out,’ even if it means running at a loss. Apparently like 15 years ago some vendors harassed us or something, telling us not to sell so cheap. So the president back then was like ‘No reason to listen to trash like them,’ expanded the menu, and went even cheaper. That’s how it started. Somehow it turned into ‘The point is serving classic festival food deliciously’ over time.”

I got the club history, but

“…We’re in the red though?????”

“It’s one of our school’s famous things. The university gives us tons of club funding for it. So come on! Grill till your body gives out! Everything’s flying off the stalls!!!”

Two whole days. Just grilling nonstop. After day one ended, we jumped straight into prep—skewering yakitori meat, chopping veggies for yakisoba.

I don’t even know when I slept.

Showered in the university shower room, then back to grilling hell.

It felt like some kind of punishment, but I couldn’t let people down after they bought it. So I was super careful with seasoning, making sure nothing burned or stayed raw, just grilling and stir-frying nonstop.

By the time my arms got used to the soreness,

“Okay! That’s it! Great job, Aneki!!!”

The president’s voice finally ended the two-day grilling nightmare.

“Record sales, apparently.”

“Way too many idiots buying like 20 at once.”

“We used up every single ingredient!! Total club victory!!!”

The president and everyone were hyped. Me? I didn’t wanna smell yakitori or yakisoba for a while. I was wiped.

I was slumped dead in a clubroom chair when the president came over.

“Aneki, you were seriously amazing! We hit the highest sales ever because of you!”

She looked so happy.

And she was way too close. She smelled super sweaty too.

“I’m exhausted, so I want a reward.”

“Reward? You, the guy who never runs out of girls or money, what could you possibly want?”

To that,

“I love the smell of women’s sweat. Let me smell you.”

My brain wasn’t working right from the fatigue. Pure instinct just spilled out.

But the president didn’t get mad or grossed out.

Her face went bright red, she thought for a second, then

“…Not here. Come with me for a sec.”

She grabbed my hand and led me somewhere.

It was a small empty room I’d never been in before. Nothing in it except some kind of mat on the floor.

In the chilly space, the president

“…J-just smelling is fine… okay? You really worked hard, Aneki…”

Huh? She’s actually okay with it???

She lectured me so hard about not saying that kinda stuff before.

But this amazing smell was right there—I wasn’t gonna say no. I just wanted yakisoba and yakitori out of my nose.

So I dove straight into her chest and took a deep breath.

“Ahhh. Yeah, smells so good.”

“…It’s probably sweaty and gross though…”

Maybe, but

“This heavy smell is exactly what I like. President, the yakitori and yakisoba smell won’t leave my nose. So stay with me till it does.”

While I said that, I messed up her clothes and sniffed her bare chest.

“Ahhh♡♡♡ Nooo♡♡♡ Hey! You’re licking… hyannn♡♡♡♡♡”

Yup. I licked. Because I wanted to taste it with my tongue, not just smell.

“Ahhh. Senpai’s sweat tastes so good. Gonna keep licking. This is my reward, okay?”

“Wait! Just smelling… ahhh♡♡♡♡ Nooo down thereeee♡♡♡♡♡”

She had pants on, so I slid them down and reached for her underwear.

Her sweat was thick and sour. Bet her pussy’s gonna smell even stronger—can’t wait.

I was so tired my self-control was gone, so I just went for her pussy like it was normal.

She’s a little taller than me. Usually so sharp and serious, but

“Nooo!!!♡♡♡ Ahh!!!♡♡♡ Your tongue’s…!!!♡♡♡♡♡”

I pushed her underwear aside and licked her pussy—she reacted like it was the most natural thing.

“Senpai, leading me to a room with a mat like this? You were totally down for it, huh. Makes me happy.”

“That wasn’t… hyannn!!!♡♡♡ My pussyyy!!!♡♡♡ Nooo that!!!♡♡♡♡”

Once I started licking, the sour smell hit my nose hard and I couldn’t stop.

I shoved my tongue deep and started playing with her clit with my fingers—her whole body arched and thrashed like she was cumming.

“Ahhh. This is insane. Your smell is so strong and perfect. Starting today you’re my fuck buddy too. Even if you have a boyfriend, I don’t care.”

“Fugyuuu!!!♡♡♡ Noooo!!!♡♡♡ Getting turned into a playboy junior’s girl!!!♡♡♡♡ I was focusing on studying and not messing around with guys!!!♡♡♡ Becoming his disposable fuck-toy cum dump!!!♡♡♡♡♡”

She screamed while

[PSHHHAAAAA!!! PSHHHAAAAA!!!]

She came hard and squirted all over the mat.

“Aww. Yeah, with a weak pussy like this, you’re perfect as a disposable fuck-toy. President, let’s kiss. I’m gonna make you cum so many times. Oh, no insertion though. Gotta be safe, no condom scares me.”

“Amyuuu♡♡♡♡♡”

We sat up and started kissing—she clung to me and begged for more.

While our tongues tangled, she rubbed my dick.

“Wow, President. After that huge lecture, this? You’re soaked.”

I stirred her pussy with my fingers—wet sounds echoed right away and juices gushed out.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!♡♡♡ Feels so goooood!!!♡♡♡ Playboys junior’s finger skills!!!♡♡♡ Can’t even stand it’s so good!!!♡♡♡♡♡”

She clung to me and kept cumming over and over.

But she never stopped stroking my dick.

“That feels amazing. I said no insertion earlier, but… yeah, I’m putting it in. Let’s feel good together.”

I yanked my pants down and let my hard dick out.

“Ahhh♡♡♡ So hot♡♡♡ So hardddd♡♡♡♡♡”

“Grabbing my dick and getting happy? That’s wild. Yup, your pussy’s ready. Here it comes.”