I Joined the Cooking Club and Ended Up with Tons of Sex Friends - 7

Chapter 7: Right After First Date with Rindou Akemi, We Went Straight to Love Hotel

Rindou Akemi-san.

She was apparently in the same circle… I think.

I don’t remember seeing her around at first, though.

“Wow, your hands are so dexterous! That’s amaaazing!”

She claps with a big smile on her face.

She’s standing way too close.

The perfume smell is intense.

This is strictly a cooking circle, so while makeup’s whatever, most people don’t come wearing strong perfume or anything.

But with Akemi-san, you can tell she’s in the room the second she walks in.

And then there’s her outfit.

It’s like full-on idol vibes… I don’t know the exact term, but it’s not quite gothic lolita or landmine-kei, just definitely not something practical for actually cooking.

And sure enough, Akemi-san hasn’t cooked once.

There are people like Rana-chan who don’t cook at all, but even Rana-chan at least helps out—she carries stuff, does dishes, that kinda thing.

Akemi-san just stays glued to my side going “kyaa kyaa” the whole time.

The vibe around everyone else feels super awkward too.

Judging by how close she’s getting and how she’s acting, I’m pretty sure she’s into me… probably.

But I still haven’t mentioned anything about Rana-chan, so maybe we should talk slowly and—

“Akemi-san, wanna grab food together sometime?”

I don’t think I can have a calm chat while she’s glaring daggers like this.

Rana-chan’s here too, by the way, and her face is screaming something like “ugh, gross, why’s she wearing that heavy perfume to a cooking circle?”

She doesn’t react at all to me inviting Akemi-san.

But Akemi-san practically throws herself at me and goes,

“Really?!?!”

“Yeah. This is… y’know, a place for cooking. Let’s talk somewhere we can actually chat properly.”

“Yes!!! Absolutely!!!”

And then I feel that chest pressing against my arm—the bulge obvious even through her clothes. It looks even bigger than Rana-chan’s, who’s already pretty big.

“Weekend work for you? I’m free!”

Yeah, that sounds good. Gives me time to talk to Rana-chan first.

“Sure. I’ll let you know about meeting up and stuff later.”

“Okaaay!”

Akemi-san practically skips out of the circle room like she’s dancing.

“…Ugh, so stinky. Good thing you chased Akemi out—she wasn’t gonna help cook or clean anyway. Please keep doing that from now on too.”

The circle president mutters it while throwing open a window.

If I let Akemi-san keep hanging around the club room like this, it’s gonna cause problems, so maybe talk to her properly during the Saturday outing.

But first, gotta check with Rana-chan.

“I’m hooome—”

“Welcome back—”

Same old voice from the loft.

Rana-chan gets home before me except when she’s at track practice. I stop for groceries on the way.

“Rana-chan, I’ve got something to talk about.”

She turns just her head toward me from the loft and goes,

“If it’s about Akemi, do whatever.”

One sentence.

Do whatever.

“…Um, if I’m reading too much into it and it’s embarrassing, but I think she—”

“She’s obviously after sex. She looks super horny. And what’s with that outfit and perfume anyway? Doesn’t she realize a cooking circle is not the place for that?”

Yeah, the second part’s fair.

“…After sex???”

“Totally after sex. Otherwise she wouldn’t shove her boobs against you so blatantly. There’ve been rumors she’s had her eye on you for a while. So yeah, do whatever you want.”

Do whatever.

“…Uh, but if it turns into ‘dump your fuck buddy’ kinda talk…”

Rana-chan stays up in the loft and says,

“She’s the same as me. She’ll figure out on her own that she can’t tie you down just by herself.”

Since Rana-chan basically gave permission… or at least said do whatever, I decided to go ahead with the outing… the date.

There was this place I’d wanted to try for a while. Spanish food spot in Dogenzaka.

When it comes to cooking, there’s still tons of cuisines from other countries I don’t know. Southeast Asian, African stuff too, but even among European ones, Spanish food’s pretty well-known yet I barely know it.

I look at recipes but they don’t really click, and getting ingredients in Japan seems like a pain.

So I’d been wanting to eat there at least once.

Figured we could chat slowly at a nice, stylish Spanish place. So we planned to meet in Shibuya.

I got there pretty early, figured she wouldn’t be here yet, and was looking for a bench when—

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend, so get lost already!” Rough-sounding girl’s voice. Sounds like she’s brushing off some pickup guys.

Wait, that voice…

“Akemi-san. You’re here so early… sorry for making you wait.”

It was Akemi-san. Looked like two guys were hitting on her, so I called out.

“Ah!!! Ayame-kun!!♡♡♡”

The second she spots me, that harsh tone from before? Must’ve misheard—’cause now she’s using this super sweet, spoiled voice and jumps into my arms.

Ayame-kun. Pretty sure that’s the first time Akemi-san called me by my first name.

The pickup guys see that and bounce right away. Glad it didn’t turn into drama.

“Sorry, you got bothered by weird guys ’cause I was late.”

“No way! I’m so happy you came to rescue me♡♡♡ Let’s go♡♡♡”

I glance at what she’s wearing.

(…Yeah, no wonder she’s getting hit on.)

Her top’s cut super low—cleavage totally on display.

Even that outfit she wore at uni was toned down compared to this. I’m hit with this weird mix of feelings while thinking that.

“We’ve still got a bit till the reservation. Wanna hit a café first?”

“Yes!” And then she wraps around my arm, pressing my elbow right into that exposed chest.

“…You know about Rana… Takizawa-san, right?”

Figured I should get the important stuff out before we eat.

“Yeah. That she’s your fuck buddy.”

Akemi-san answers like it’s the most normal thing.

“…We live together…”

“Yeah. Heard she’s basically moved into your loft. And doing it as thanks.”

She says it totally straight-faced.

“…So, uh, I just wanted to let you know upfront that I’m kinda a sloppy guy like that…”

Akemi-san just smiles and goes,

“I already know.”

Uh.

“…My relationship with Rana-chan’s gonna keep going, y’know?”

“Unfortunately my family situation means I can’t move in together. So that part’s no issue.”

Uh.

“…You’re really okay with that?”

“Hehe♡”

Akemi-san smiles softly and says,

“What about you, Ayame-kun? Are you interested in me?”

I look at her again. She said idol-like outfit, but honestly she could pass for an actual idol.

Super stylish, makeup on point.

The perfume… yeah it’s overkill for cooking circle, but for a date like this? Perfect.

“…My heart’s racing.”

Straight-up honest.

She’s a completely different type from Rana-chan.

Long hair, feminine vibes coming off her everywhere.

“Me too♡”

She says that and grabs my hand.

“Please call me Akemi.”

Akemi.

“…Akemi…-chan.”

“Yes♡♡♡”

Akemi-chan beams happily.

“I mean, you could tell I was glaring at the cooking circle, right? So you took me out of there♡ Even someone like me could feel how bad the vibe was.”

Ah, she noticed.

“But still. I ended up catching feelings for you, Ayame-kun♡”

Feelings… but we only really started talking recently.

“…Uh, why me so much…?”

Akemi-chan goes,

“Looks, money, cleanliness, loves cooking, kind. Anyone who wouldn’t fall for that is the weird one.”

Money.

Oh, she knows about my family…

“Grandson of the founder of Aneki Construction. I know at least that much.”

Akemi-chan’s grinning wide.

Face, money.

“…It’s actually kinda nice hearing it said straight like that.”

If she’d gone “No reason! Love at first sight!” I wouldn’t have minded either, but Akemi-chan’s super direct just like Rana-chan.

“…It’s almost reservation time♡♡♡ Let’s go♡”

Oh, yeah it is.

“Yeah. Let’s head over.”

I’d asked what I needed to, so at the Spanish place I was planning to just focus on how good the food is… but the place is way darker and moodier than I expected. Akemi-chan sits right next to me and leans all over me.

“Can’t wait for the food♡♡♡”

“Yeah.”

While we’re talking like that, Akemi-chan’s staring at me with these predator-snake eyes. Doesn’t look interested in the food at all.

Me? I was hyped for the famous paella, but the tapas little plates that came first blew me away.

“So good!”

Kinda like appetizers in Japanese terms? But so many kinds and super pretty.

Besides familiar stuff like cheese and prosciutto, there’s cold and hot dishes. Especially the hot ones—the ajillo is nutty and delicious.

While I’m munching away in awe, Akemi-chan keeps pressing closer and closer until my arm’s straight-up touches my bare boob.

“…Akemi-chan. Um…”

This kinda thing is obviously gonna get me worked up.

Akemi-chan glances down at my crotch real quick, then leans in again and whispers right in my ear,

“…After this… wanna go somewhere quiet… just the two of us…?”

Spanish food? I basically ate it all. Maybe ’cause it’s not something she’s used to, Akemi-chan barely touched anything.

It was so good too.

Instead she kept disappearing to the bathroom forever.

“…Fixing makeup or something?”

Somewhere quiet, just the two of us.

That’s code for love hotel, right?

First date and we’re already doing it?

While I’m thinking that,

“Sorry to keep you waiting♡♡♡”

Akemi-chan comes back with perfect fresh makeup and what smells like different perfume.

We walk from Dogenzaka in the opposite direction from the station.

“…I’m not, like, forcing anything, okay?”

I asked if she was pushing herself, but

“No way. There’s nothing forced. If you told me to go home right now, that’d be way harder. I’d just show up at the circle again???”

Whoa. How much resolve does this girl have?

But if we’re doing it, love hotel’s the only option. I didn’t even bring condoms.

“…Honestly, I’ve been nervous and excited the whole date today. …Akemi-chan, you’re cute like an idol.”

“…Ahaha♡♡♡ That makes me so happy♡♡♡ Never thought getting complimented this much would feel this good!”

“Yeah. So… I wanna do it. Even though I’m kinda sloppy, is that okay?”

Akemi-chan gets this dreamy, blissful look and goes,

“Yes♡♡♡”

Then throws herself straight into my arms.

Once we get to the love hotel, I figure we’ll shower first or whatever. That’s what I thought, but the second we’re in the room Akemi-chan stretches up and

“Mmm〜♡♡♡”

Pouts her lips begging for a kiss.

I wasn’t really in the mood to jump straight to sex either, so I pull her close and kiss her slowly, licking along her lips.

“Mmmmmmhhh♡♡♡”

Akemi-chan matches me and slips her tongue in too.

Feels like she’s pretty used to kissing. Maybe not her first time?

Well, I’m not exactly one to talk with a fuck buddy at home.

“Ahnn♡♡♡ So gentle♡♡♡ Your kisses are amazing♡♡♡”

I push through that strong perfume smell and start licking her cheek, then down her neck.

“Ahhnnn♡♡♡ Aaaaahhhhh♡♡♡♡♡ It’s giving me chills♡♡♡♡♡ Nooo♡♡♡♡♡”

Then I grab those big boobs.

“Ah♡♡♡ Wait, please♡♡♡ I’ll wash the sweat off properly…”

Wash the sweat.

Yeah that’s normal, but I actually wanna smell more of this mix of perfume and her natural girl scent.

I ignore that and slowly peel off her top while kissing and licking her neck.

Once I can slide her bra aside, I grab a handful and gently knead them.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Nooo♡♡♡♡♡ I’m all sweaty♡♡♡♡♡”

Sweaty.

That’s exactly what I like.

I run my tongue over her nipple and lick.

“Oooohhh!!!!♡♡♡♡ Ahhh!!!!♡♡♡♡♡”

Akemi-chan starts letting out deeper, animal-like groans.

When she was chasing off those pickup guys earlier, her voice had a bit of huskiness too. Maybe her real voice is lower.

I scoop Akemi-chan up and carry her to the big bed.

She’s wearing this cute frilly skirt and black pantyhose that shows off her legs perfectly. I grab her hips and start sliding them down.

“Ehh!? W-wait! They’re dirty!”

Akemi-chan panics and tries to resist.

The crotch part’s soaked in perfume on purpose—mix of sour sweat and heavy fragrance hits me and it’s insanely hot.

Being with Rana-chan got me into sweaty smells and stuff like that, and lately I’ve been noticing it more.

I press my mouth right against that trapped scent, slide her panties and pantyhose aside together, and lick all over with my tongue.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Nooo!!!!♡♡♡♡ Dirty!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Haven’t wiped!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ So stinky!!!!♡♡♡♡♡”

Yeah it’s sour and smells strong, but I’m hooked.

【Slurrrp!! Slurrrp!!】

I make noise sucking lightly on Akemi-chan’s pussy while fingering her too, and love juice starts gushing out from deep inside like crazy.

“Oooohhhhhhhhh!!!!♡♡♡♡ Cuummmiiing!!!!♡♡♡♡♡ Feels so goooood!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡”

Not her usual high-pitched spoiled voice—now it’s low and beastly as she screams, arches her whole body hard, and

【Splashhhhhh!!!! Splashhhhhh!!!!】

Squirts a ton of love juice right into my face.