I Was a Loner Who Tried Finding an Otaku Friend on a Matching App and Ended Up Matching with the Number-One Beauty Who Won the University Miss Contest - Chapter 25-26

Chapter 25: The Miss Contest Queen’s Bewitching Home Cooking!?

So Yui-san’s making me lunch, and I’m just sitting quietly in the room waiting.

I wonder what kinda food it’s gonna be…

Yui-san’s always teasing me with those suggestive comments, but there’s also this slight air of clumsiness about her, so honestly I’m pretty nervous.

Yeah, I can’t help but worry. Maybe I’ll go “help” and sneak a peek at the menu while I’m at it.

“Um, Yui-san? If it’s okay, I can help too—”

“No way! You can’t come yet!”

The second I poke my head out toward the kitchen in the hallway, Yui-san—who’s wearing an apron—waves her hand at me like “go away.”

“You’re not secretly worried I’m a terrible cook, are you?”

“Wha—no, no way! Of course not!”

“Then sit there like a good boy and wait. I’m making something super amazing right now.”

Super amazing… uh, okay. Guess I’ll trust Yui-san and wait.

If she’s saying it herself with that much confidence, it can’t possibly be awful, right?

Yeah. Totally.

A few minutes of waiting later.

“Here we gooo! It’s ready, Akito-kunnn~”

Her cheerful voice floats in from the hallway and my shoulders jump with a little twitch.

It’s… it’s here…!

“Ta-daaa! Yui’s special omurice~”

Yui-san says that and sets the dish down on the low table.

Yeah, what Yui-san made was omu… wait, huhhh!?!?

I drop my eyes to the food sitting on the table.

Two perfectly round omurice sitting side by side on one long, narrow plate.

Two completely circular omurice placed right next to each other—it looked like nothing I’d ever seen before.

What the heck is this… glasses-shaped omurice?

Normally omurice is rugby-ball shaped, isn’t it?

Wait… hold on… this kinda looks like…

“Hehe, Akito-kun. This omurice isn’t finished yet, y’know.”

“N-not finished?”

A really bad feeling hits me all of a sudden.

No way… Yui-san… don’t tell me you’re gonna put… on this omurice…

My hunch was dead-on. Yui-san pulls a bottle of ketchup out of her apron pocket and—plink plink—drops one tiny drop of ketchup right on the very top of each omurice.

“Jaaan! This is it—Yui Amane’s one-and-only Opasui Omurice~!”

O-Opasui Omurice!?

“That’s just straight-up dirty talk!!”

“Heyy! Don’t call someone’s homemade cooking dirty talk!”

“You’re literally the one who turned cooking into a boob joke (wink wink) so you don’t get to say that!!”

And why the hell are you bringing boobs into the food anyway, lady?!

“Mooou, Akito-kun. I went out of my way to make it match my ‘size’ and everything~”

“Wha…! Your… size!?”

My eyes accidentally flick down to Yui-san’s very generous chest.

Wait… oh… no way… is this…

“Aha! Caught you looking. Akito-kun, you huge perv~”

“I-I wasn’t looking!”

“You’re not gonna eat it? My boob omurice ♡”

“Please stop saying it like that, the meaning changes completely!!”

So after getting served this absolutely insane-looking dish, I end up getting teased anyway.

A-anyway, I should just eat it quickly.

Before she teases me any more.

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Chapter 26: The Miss Contest Queen’s Omurice Is Huge (wink wink)

So yeah, I ended up eating Yui-san’s boob (hehe) omurice.

Still though… lining up these round omurice pieces side by side and making one shaped like boobs… come on.

She’s from a super fancy all-girls school where even flowers would blush around the girls, plus she’s a college girl who’s never been with a guy—like, in real life that kind of rare background character setup is way too valuable to just ignore like this.

If this was a light novel she’d 100% be the pure, innocent heroine type… and yet here we are with boob omurice.

“Yui-san, are you seriously from an ojou-sama school?”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean! That’s just straight-up rude!”

“No, I mean… you made boob omurice and you’re saying that…”

While I was grumbling about it, Yui-san suddenly snatched the spoon right out of my hand.

“Ah, wait—!”

“If you keep complaining I’m gonna punish you with ‘ahhh-n’!”

“‘Ahhh-n’ punishment!?”

Yui-san used the back of that spoon to spread the ketchup—which had been standing in for a nipple—over the top like she was stroking boobs, totally ruining the boob shape she’d worked so hard to make, then scooped up some omurice with it.

“Here! Ahhh-n!”

“I-I can feed myself, y’know!”

“You’re the one taking forever, so it’s your fault! Come on, ahhh-n!”

She kept bringing the spoon closer and closer to my cheek no matter what, so I had no choice but to open my mouth.
Ugh, fine… I really don’t wanna get ketchup smeared all over my cheek…

“Awww~ Good job eating it all properly, Akito-kun!”

“Can you please stop with that baby-talk thing!”

“Baby talk!? Oh, right—if you want something to drink instead, I can breastfeed you—”

“Why are you so into this idea!! No way I’m doing that!”

Yui-san kept total control of the pace like always, and the omurice was getting shoved into my mouth at a speed that could rival those super-fast dog-noodle-eating videos.
What even is this, seriously, what is this.

“Hehe… doing ‘ahhh-n’ is kinda fun, huh.”

“How is it fun! This is just embarrassing, that’s all!”

“Come on come on Akito-kun, while you’re staring at the swell of my boobs, how’s the taste of an omurice the same size as them?”

“I’m not looking at your boobs!”

Somehow I managed to endure all the nonstop boob talk from Yui-san and finished every last bite of the omurice.

“Anyway Yui-san, you should eat yours too!”

“Ah, oops, I totally forgot.”

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After eating we ended up washing dishes together.
Yui-san handled drying, and I did the scrubbing with the sponge.

“Washing dishes together like this… feels kinda like a newlywed couple, doesn’t it?”

“No way, nobody does that anymore. Pretty much every house has a dishwasher these days.”

“Ughhh, you’ve got no sense of romance at all, Akito-kun!”

Yui-san puffed out her cheeks in a pouty way and started complaining at me.

“But I’m really glad you ate it looking like you enjoyed it. It was my first time ever cooking for a guy, so I kinda went overboard with the silly stuff.”

“No, ‘kinda’ is an understatement—you basically went full wrong-way-on-the-highway levels of dangerous with that direction.”

Seems like Yui-san still has that big-sister vibe going on, and apparently the boob omurice was just her way of hiding her embarrassment.

Boob omurice as embarrassment cover… sigh.

“But honestly, I think that side of you is pretty cute, Yui-san.”

“Huh…? R-really?”

“The way you go all-in on goofy stuff just to act like the cool senior, and then you still manage to show off that you can actually cook properly… that whole trying-to-be-the-mature-one thing is super cute.”

“…I kinda wanna punch myself for getting all fluttery three seconds ago. So instead I’ll punch you, Akito-kun.”

“Wait! Why does it turn into that!! The plate! I’m gonna drop it so stop—!”

The kitchen, which is usually super quiet while cooking and washing up, felt lively and actually fun today for once.

“Okay then, I’m gonna stick the Opasui omurice recipe on the fridge.”

“Throw it out please.”

“Whyyy!”