Chapter 11

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 11

Chapter Title: Sora's Pubic Hair Foie Gras

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Damn... looks delicious.

There are three stages to savoring food.

Seeing it with your eyes, smelling it with your nose, and enjoying it with your mouth.

That's the essence of fine dining.

The dish before me today was, without a doubt, a rare delicacy among delicacies.

Like how mothers gaze at their baby's poop and coo over how cute it is.

It wasn't some flashy dish for show—this was a filthy beauty that ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only those in the know could truly appreciate.

First, the eyes.

The clean rectangular cross-section of the terrine was as beautiful as fine marble veining.

But look closer, and between the cracks soaked in sauce, slender strands poked out, glistening with light.

Those wriggling, lively shines elevated the traces of a secret lower forest into art, satisfyingly lewd just to behold.

Next, the aroma.

The scent teasing my nostrils was unmistakably the nutty richness of foie gras, but hidden within was a woman's bodily perfume.

The fishy-sweet tang of dried squid from skin that's hit mid-thirties—ripe and full-bodied, replacing the milky sweetness of youth with thick, sticky maturity.

That was the stimulus that slowly drove my cock insane.

And finally, the taste.

One bite, and amid the foie gras's creaminess, pubic hairs wrapped around my tongue like pasta.

Slurp, slurp—like slurping down the thick drool of pussy juice that trickled from Sora's cunt during foreplay, straight down my throat.

That salty-sweet flavor was a delicacy worthy of the Cockhelin Guide.

One forkful, then another.

The more I twirled and swallowed that filthy pasta, the lewder my tongue grew, and the harder my dick stiffened.

"Waiter, this dish... exquisite."

"Thank you for the praise, Master."

"Sora's pubes must've just been shaved the other day—they had that fresh, sprouted tang that's even more vibrant. Shame I won't taste this for a while. Well, next time, we can get the same vibe with sweat or pussy juice."

"Haha, of course. We're Korea's one and only three-star restaurant. No matter the ingredient, no matter how lewd, we can turn it into the finest cuisine."

There's an old saying: you get what you pay for.

Our ancestors were always right.

Try tossing Sora's precious pubes into some cheap diner kitchen.

That rare ingredient would turn to trash in seconds.

No way it'd produce flavors like this.

Only this place, the Three-Star, could elevate this rich taste and subtle scent to such luxury.

I smirked in satisfaction and picked up my fork.

Too bad... hair takes at least a month to grow back.

Burning up inside knowing I can't have this delicacy for that long.

"Z-z-z-zii...!"

"Hm?"

It was then.

Sora, who'd been sitting quietly across from me, suddenly shot to her feet and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"What the hell are you eating right now?!"

Whoosh!

The plate in my hand was snatched away in an instant.

"My... my pubic hairs in food?!"

For a moment, my vision went white.

Her face flushed tomato-red, Sora dumped that priceless pubic hair foie gras—half of it still left, my precious delicacy—straight into the trash.

"...!"

I couldn't believe it.

Right before my eyes, not some multimillion-won course, but the world's one-and-only Sora pubic hair dish was brutally discarded.

As it tumbled into the bin, my heart shattered along with the dish.

On instinct, I lunged to flip the trash can and fish it out.

But faster than that, Sora grabbed my collar like lightning and hoisted me up with furious eyes.

She shook me like she was interrogating a villain, roaring in rage.

"Taegon, what the fuck is this insanity?!"

"Huh? We were having dinner..."

"Not that! Why are my... my p-p-pussy hairs turned into f-f-foie gras and going into your mouth?!"

Man, even my wife...

Basic etiquette in a fancy restaurant is no shouting, but since it's her first time, she clearly doesn't know.

Lucky I booked the whole place for today.

But getting embarrassed over her own pubes in a dish? That expression was too pure, cutely maddening.

And above all, the thrill of personally embarrassing Pink Lumina stirred a twisted sense of depravity.

That pleasure hardened my cock even more.

Poke.

"Eek?! H-Honey... wh-what are you pulling ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out here...!"

"Sora, you tempted me first."

"T-Tempted?! When did I...!"

"Your pubes... were too delicious."

"P-Pervert! D-Don't say that!"

Truth be told, the pubic hair foie gras I'd just eaten had a dash of aphrodisiac per the chef's recommendation.

Thanks to that, my massive cock had ripped through my pants, throbbing erect, its head poking at Sora's lower belly, right against her womb veil.

And the culprit for all this? Fuck, my wife being too damn cute.

So the fault wasn't mine—it was the Magical Girl who got my dick this hard.

Stiffening me up like this, then acting all innocent with that blushing face. So fucking cute and horny-making.

"Can't hold back anymore, Sora. Fusion time! Spread your pussy, right now. Time to train you."

"Wh-what the f-f-fuck is that?!"

"Huh? Yesterday, you granted my life's greatest wish—training a Magical Girl—in exchange for daily sex. So obey your husband's command and spread 'em."

"Th-that's true, but... d-don't do that stuff here! At least at home! This is a restaurant!"

But my cock had already torn through my underwear, unzipped my suit pants, and surged up rock-hard.

Pressing against her back, it rubbed along the luscious curve of her ass peeking over her dress, leaving cock stains.

"Heh heh..."

I was going mad wanting to shove it in right then, but what came back was Sora's hand chop.

Thwack—!

A sharp jolt rang through my skull.

Her face tomato-red, Sora fidgeted, glancing around nervously.

"N-No! We can't do this here...!"

She tried hiding her shame, but even her trembling voice sounded like sweet temptation.

My cock was at its limit, throbbing unbearably.

I leaned in, chuckling by her ear.

"Don't worry about that, honey."

Her shoulders twitched, and I continued slowly.

"This restaurant... it's actually one of the Villain Alliance's bases."

"...Huh?"

That's right.

Korea's sole three-star restaurant—and the insane place that turns women's pubes into gourmet—is Villain Alliance Base #1128.

A secret social hub where executives enjoy dishes made from their wives', girlfriends', even daughters' bodies.

"Th-this place... that fancy restaurant from TV... was a villain territory?"

"Yep~. Looks like a normal high-end spot on the surface. But the real guests are all villain families. Couples, mothers and daughters, fathers and sons—coming to cook with bits of their own flesh."

I chuckled, swirling my glass.

This wasn't just a Michelin restaurant; it was a twisted banquet hall for villain families.

"One of my subordinates, when his daughter turned legal, ordered a special virgin-blood dish. Ended up laying her on the table for some mother-daughter rice bowl..."

That scene flashed vividly in my mind.

The waiters and other villain families all stood and clapped, clinking wine glasses.

That was the true charm of this place.

But maybe this 'heartwarming family tale' disgusted the Magical Girl.

"...Gotta destroy this restaurant."

"?!"

Sora's face hardened cold in an instant.

Her amethyst eyes darkened to black, shifting into Lumina's signature battle stance.

'Here it comes... Queen face.'

After fangirling Pink Lumina for over twenty years, I recognized it instantly.

The expression she made only for vile villains.

Captured just twice on broadcast—it had me jerking off till my cock swelled red and burst.

And ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now, my wife was making that face.

Fucking insanely hot.

But I couldn't just enjoy it.

This was Villain Alliance Base #1128.

Waiters, chefs—all my subordinates.

If Sora transformed into Pink Lumina here and torched the place?

I'm an executive, pulling strings on other execs. Trouble in my turf means it's on me.

I booked the whole restaurant today.

To other execs, it'd look like:

"That exec's wife is a Magical Girl? Spy."

Fucking typical in this world.

Right or wrong doesn't matter. Give 'em an excuse, and it's purge time.

So I had to stop it somehow—and luckily, I'd already made moves.

"Transform! Magical Girl Pink—Guh, eek?!"

Mid-incantation, Sora clamped her thighs tight and shuddered all over.

Drip, drip—from under her skirt hem, clear fluid trickled down her smooth legs, pooling droplets on the floor beneath the chair.

"Wh-what...? Why am I...!"

Heart pounding, breath ragged, Sora stared at me blankly, face full of question marks.

I smiled.

"Heh heh, didn't know? Special request to the chef today. Asked him to lace our couple's menu with extra aphrodisiac."

"Wh-what...?!"

"Heh, can't rampage now. Justice's Magical Girl? Don't make me laugh. Right now, you're just a bitch in heat, Pink Lumina."

And finally, as she collapsed powerless to the floor, I thrust my raging, erect meat rod before my wife's ‍‍‌‌⁠⁠‌‍‍‌⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠‌‌‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eyes.

Veins bulging, glans flushed red and swollen.

Sora gulped, eyes wide, her pupils shaking heart-shaped, locked only on my cock.