Kaguya-sama Wants My Surrender!

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The Hostel - Canteen

Under the dim, warm lighting of the canteen, only a few diners lingered, their quiet chatter blending with the occasional clink of cutlery. Among them sat Chika, her cheerful presence undiminished by the subdued atmosphere.

"Kaguya-chan?" Chika's eyes sparkled with excitement as she spotted her friend. She bounced to her feet and approached eagerly. "Are you here to take a hot spring bath too?"

"Mm." Kaguya gave a slight nod, her composed demeanor unshaken. 

Among the group, Chika was most familiar with Kaguya. Their friendship stood out as a bond that transcended the oddity of the situation. In contrast, Amamiya and Umi remained strangers to her.

"Amamiya-kun, what now?" Umi whispered as she leaned closer to him. "Do we wake Chika up?"

"Not yet." Amamiya shook his head, his voice low. "When the nightmare collapses, she'll wake up on her own."

He paused, glancing subtly at Ms. Nakagawa before adding, "Besides, Chika might be more useful if she stays asleep for now."

"Huh?" Umi raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. 

Turning his attention back to Ms. Nakagawa, Amamiya smiled. "Ms. Nakagawa, shall we begin our cooking duel?"

"Eh? Cooking duel?" Chika's sharp ears perked up immediately. "That sounds super fun!"

Ms. Nakagawa, visibly hesitant, glanced toward an elderly chef at the other end of the canteen. "But wouldn't that disturb others?"

"Not at all." Amamiya's reply was swift as he produced a stack of money. "This should resolve any inconvenience."

In a world where dreams reigned, money still held its magic. The elderly chef, pleased with the compensation, granted them use of the kitchen without hesitation.

"Well then," Amamiya began confidently, interlacing his fingers, "let me explain the rules of our cooking contest. Ms. Nakagawa and I will each prepare a dish. To save everyone's time, we'll limit the cooking to 20 minutes. How does that sound?"

"Isn't twenty minutes a bit short?" someone questioned from the side.

"As chefs, even with basic ingredients and methods, we should be able to create something delicious," Amamiya countered, his tone resolute. "What do you think, Ms. Nakagawa?"

"I... I have no objections," she replied, albeit reluctantly.

"Good," Amamiya declared with a smile. "As for the judges, I'll leave it to everyone here to decide."

Umi, her hands on her hips, leaned toward Kaguya and added playfully, "Amamiya-kun's cooking is amazing. He said dishes like his can only be tasted in dreams."

"Is it really that good?" Chika asked, her curiosity piqued.

"It's 'super' delicious," Umi assured her with a grin.

"I want to taste it!" Chika clenched her fists in determination, her eyes shining. "I'll be one of the judges!"

Kaguya remained silent, her expression unreadable. Internally, though, she thought: 'You really are the type for this.'

For Chika, every trip was a culinary adventure, and food always took precedence over scenery in her stories.

Even Ms. Nakagawa's daughter, Misaki, joined in the enthusiasm. With the judges chosen, the duel commenced.

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The Shokugeki Begins

Amamiya donned a chef's apron and turned to Ms. Nakagawa with a calm yet challenging smile. "I'll make egg fried rice. What about you, Ms. Nakagawa?"

"Hm..." Ms. Nakagawa hesitated briefly before deciding. "I'll make egg fried rice as well."

It wasn't a formal contest but more of a playful competition. The stakes were low, and simplicity was key—egg fried rice felt like an appropriate choice.

"Then let's begin."

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Ten Minutes Later

As Amamiya's dish neared completion, a radiant glow emanated from the wok. Ms. Nakagawa paused, her hands trembling slightly as she watched in disbelief. The golden light seemed otherworldly, shimmering like sunlight on water.

'Who am I? Where am I?' she wondered, her confidence unraveling. As a culinary school graduate and seasoned chef, she had never experienced anything like this. How could cooking literally shine?

"Is this magic?" she murmured under her breath. "Or are my eyes playing tricks?"

"Smells so good!" Chika exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder as the enticing aroma wafted through the air.

"It's amazing," Umi said, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a napkin. Among the group, she was the only one who had previously tasted Amamiya's glowing egg fried rice.

"How can it glow?" Kaguya asked, her usual stoicism shaken as she stared at the plate of radiant fried rice.

Even as the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, Kaguya had never encountered such a dish. She had dined on the finest cuisine the world had to offer, yet none of it compared to the sheer allure of this humble, luminous fried rice.

The air was filled with an intoxicating aroma, impossible to describe yet undeniably irresistible. It was as though the fragrance itself held magic, awakening a primal desire in every cell of the body.

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Amamiya stepped forward, carefully placing a plate of golden egg fried rice before Chika. The rice grains were distinct and glistening, each wrapped in a luminous golden hue. Under the soft light, the dish seemed to radiate a faint glow, exuding an aroma so enticing it was almost otherworldly.

"Please enjoy your meal," Amamiya said with a polite smile.

"Itadakimasu!" Chika announced eagerly, grabbing a spoon. She scooped up a generous portion and brought it to her lips. 

The moment the fried rice touched her tongue, her eyes widened in sheer delight. "Hmm…!" A soft moan of satisfaction escaped her as the flavors enveloped her senses.

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Moments Later

Chika was slumped over the table, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her breathing quick and uneven. A light sheen of sweat glistened on her brow, and her moist eyes shimmered with bliss. Her lips, parted ever so slightly, seemed frozen mid-praise.

"This... This is amazing!" she gasped. "It's beyond perfect! It deserves a score higher than full marks!" She raised her gaze to Amamiya, her expression akin to that of a puppy begging for more. "Can I have another bite?"

"Unfortunately, I need to save some for the other judges," Amamiya replied, his tone satisfied. He had anticipated this reaction.

Allowing Chika to taste the fried rice first was no coincidence; it was part of his plan. Chika's expressive response would influence the others, acting as a contagious endorsement of his dish's brilliance.

"Me next! Me next!" Umi said, waving her hand impatiently.

"Don't worry, there's plenty for everyone," Amamiya reassured them. He brought out the remaining portions, serving small plates to Umi, Kaguya, and Ms. Nakagawa's short-haired daughter.

As expected, the sight of Chika's rapturous enjoyment had already primed the others. The moment the fried rice reached their tongues, similar reactions followed. Faces flushed, breathing quickened, and the overwhelming delight left them dazed. Even Kaguya, who rarely showed her emotions, seemed visibly affected.

Amamiya approached Ms. Nakagawa with the last and largest portion of his luminous fried rice. "Ms. Nakagawa, this is for you. Please enjoy."

The outcome of the contest no longer needed deliberation. The sheer effect of Amamiya's dish had made it clear who the victor was. 

With curiosity and growing intrigue, Ms. Nakagawa picked up her spoon and took a bite. 

The moment the fried rice graced her palate, her mind went blank as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Time seemed to stop. The dish wasn't merely delicious—it transcended culinary boundaries, evoking a feeling akin to pure euphoria. She continued eating, unable to stop until every last grain was gone.

When she finally put her spoon down, she collapsed onto the table. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed crimson, and a faint shimmer of sweat coated her skin. Her disheveled appearance told a story of overwhelming satisfaction.

Amamiya seized the moment, his tone calm yet deliberate. "Ms. Nakagawa, how was my cooking?"

"Happiness…" Nakagawa whispered breathlessly. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as if savoring the lingering taste. "I've never felt this kind of happiness before…"

"Then," Amamiya's voice took on a deeper, more persuasive tone, "would you like to experience this happiness forever?"

Ms. Nakagawa blinked, still lost in the lingering haze of her euphoria. "What... What do you mean?"

Amamiya knelt gracefully, holding her hand. His eyes locked onto hers as he spoke with sincerity. "Ms. Nakagawa—no, Mikasa, I have admired you from the first moment I saw you. Please allow me the honor of cooking for you for the rest of my life."

"Wait a minute!" an angry voice rang out, breaking the atmosphere. It was the bespectacled boy who had been watching silently, now trembling with indignation.

Amamiya stood and turned toward him with a calm expression. "May I ask, what is your relationship with Ms. Nakagawa?"

"I... I'm her neighbor!" the boy stammered, his resolve wavering under Amamiya's composed gaze.

"Then as a neighbor, you have no right to make decisions on her behalf, do you?"

The boy hesitated, his anger fizzling into silence.

Amamiya turned back to Ms. Nakagawa, his tone gentle yet insistent. "Mikasa, from the moment I saw you in the restaurant, I knew you were someone special. Please allow me to cook for you and bring you happiness every day."

Ms. Nakagawa's face turned even redder, her hands trembling. "But... But I'm much older than you!"

"It doesn't matter," Amamiya said firmly. "Love transcends age."

The short-haired girl chimed in with a grin, "Come on, Mom! If you agree, I can eat glowing food every day."

Still overwhelmed by the dish's effects and her daughter's teasing, Mikasa's defenses crumbled. In a flustered, almost reflexive tone, she murmured, "I... I agree..."

In the next moment, the dream world abruptly reset. 

Back in the hotel lobby, Amamiya clapped his hands nonchalantly, as if nothing had occurred. 

"He's getting anxious," he remarked to himself. 

The dream world restarting ahead of schedule, well before the usual hour, could only mean one thing—the bespectacled boy, desperate to maintain control, was beginning to unravel. 

With a faint smirk, Amamiya decided: It's time to push harder and shatter this false reality.

Wasting no time, Amamiya made his way to the sauna, stopping in front of Kaguya's door. 

"I'll only need three sentences," he murmured confidently, "and she'll open the door." 

True to his word, Amamiya effortlessly coaxed Kaguya into opening the door. 

Moments later, Kaguya's composure was in shambles. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, her breath came in short gasps, and her hands clutched tightly at Amamiya's clothes for support. Her legs felt like they were made of cotton, barely able to keep her standing. 

"Again… Again…" she murmured faintly, her voice filled with a mix of bewilderment and longing. 

This was her fourth first kiss. Each time, the experience was entirely new, leaving her mind in a chaotic whirl.

'(Every time it starts with coercion… The first and second times were uncomfortable, but the third and fourth… Wait, what am I thinking?)' 

'(It's not like I enjoyed it! But… I don't hate it.)' 

'(Maybe just one more wouldn't hurt…)' 

Shaking his head, Amamiya took a deep breath and released her. "Once this is over, I'll turn myself in and confess my crimes," he said with a note of regret. "But for now, we have more pressing matters." 

Kaguya's mind was still reeling, her reactions sluggish. Seeing her dazed state, Amamiya raised an eyebrow and teased, "Should I kiss you again?" 

"No! No!" she blurted instinctively. "I can't breathe… Let me rest for a moment…" 

Her words hung awkwardly in the air, and a realization dawned on her—had she just implied it was okay to continue after a break? Her already flushed face turned an even deeper shade of red. She quickly pulled away, her rationality finally beginning to return.

"Did the dream world reset again?" Kaguya asked, trying to regain her icy composure. 

"Most likely because of that boy with glasses," Amamiya replied. 

Kaguya frowned thoughtfully. "What do we do now?" 

"Simple," Amamiya said, his tone resolute. "We'll split up. You distract the boy and separate him from Ms. Nakagawa. I'll wake up Umi." 

Kaguya gave a curt nod. "Understood." 

The two moved swiftly, each enacting their part of the plan.

Amamiya easily found and awakened Umi. Bound by ropes, her flushed face and restless fidgeting made her predicament seem more absurd than dire. 

"Can you untie me already?" she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration. "This rope is... ugh, weirdly uncomfortable!" She glanced at him accusingly. "Why do I feel like your rope skills are improving?" 

"Of course," Amamiya replied nonchalantly as he worked on the knots. "I've practiced on you four times already. It'd be embarrassing if I didn't improve." 

"That's not something to be proud of!" Umi retorted, exasperated. 

Once freed, she stretched and rubbed her wrists. "Weird... The dream shouldn't have restarted yet. Could it be that boy is getting anxious?" 

"Most likely," Amamiya said with a nod. 

"In that case," Umi's eyes gleamed mischievously, "we should push him over the edge." She snapped her fingers dramatically. "I have the perfect idea!" 

"Let's hear it," Amamiya said, tilting his head curiously.

Umi raised her chin, a smug smile on her lips. "We'll use 'Minotaur tactics.'" 

"RTN tactics?" Amamiya echoed, intrigued. 

"When a boy sees the girl he likes being mistreated by someone else, it drives him crazy. It's the perfect way to break his spirit and collapse the dream." 

"And how exactly would this work?" 

Umi's grin widened. "Here's the plan: we'll use the shochu from the cafeteria to get Ms. Nakagawa drunk. Then I'll take her to a room and pretend to 'bully' her. That boy will accidentally witness the scene, and his despair will destroy the dream world entirely." 

Amamiya paused for a moment, considering the audacity of the plan. Then, with a faint chuckle, he replied, "It's risky… but it just might work." 

Amamiya turned toward Umi with a mix of curiosity and shock. "You actually know so much about this?" 

"Of course! I've played the RTN game before!" Umi replied proudly. 

Amamiya sighed in admiration. "It's incredible that even a game like RTN exists. I have to admit, the creator's imagination is better than mine. People's hobbies truly can't be generalized." 

"I don't like that type at all!" Umi huffed, her fists clenching as she playfully smacked his shoulders. 

"I only bought the game because there was a super cute character in it! I fell in love at first sight, forced myself to finish one storyline for her, and never touched the other characters." 

Her expression darkened as she grumbled, "Those damned RTN bastards who prey on other people's girlfriends should all be sent straight to the gallows!" 

"…" 

"Let's move forward with the plan," Amamiya said, bringing the focus back to the task. "I already asked Kaguya to separate the boy and Ms. Nakagawa. Now it's time for us to tie up the loose ends." 

"Wait," Umi interjected, raising a hand. "Tying her up won't cut it. What if that boy refuses to give in to despair? Some people are really good at deceiving themselves, you know. I've got a better idea." 

Amamiya looked intrigued. "What's the idea?" 

Umi placed her hands on her hips confidently. "Compared to physical tactics, a 'spiritual RTN' will cause much deeper despair. If I can get Ms. Nakagawa to admit that her heart and body now belong to someone else, that'll crush him completely, don't you think?" 

Amamiya froze, a chill running down his spine. 'This girl's creativity is something else…' 

"Hiss~" He winced in exaggerated disbelief. 

'How could she think of such a ruthless method? Truly a veteran player—broad-minded, resourceful, and with absolutely no filter when it comes to tactics.' 

"It sounds effective," Amamiya said after a pause, "but it's impractical. Even if we manage to get her drunk, it'll be impossible to make Ms. Nakagawa say exactly what we need." 

"Master~" Umi suddenly leaned in close, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her smile was both playful and cunning. "Did you forget who I am?" 

Amamiya blinked. "What do you mean?" 

"I'm a succubus," Umi reminded him, her voice dripping with amusement. "And I can use charm spells." 

For a moment, Amamiya was speechless. 'Right… I completely forgot.' 

Succubi unlocked their active abilities once their role-playing levels surpassed 50%. 

"This charm spell… It should be possible to replicate it, right?" Umi asked, tilting her head in thought. 

"I'm not sure," Amamiya admitted, placing a hand around her slender waist. He pulled her closer with an easy confidence. "But there's one way to find out." 

Their eyes met, and Umi's breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and her long lashes trembled before she quickly shut her eyes. 

'For all her boldness, she's still a rookie.' 

Leaning in, Amamiya brushed his lips against hers. Unlike Kaguya, who resisted him fiercely, Umi was curious and unrestrained, exploring the new sensations with fascination. 

Initially, Amamiya intended to stay composed and professional, but Umi's daring response made him lose his restraint.

Moments later, Umi pulled back, panting softly. She wiped a silver thread from the corner of her lips and smiled triumphantly. 

"The charm ability is unlocked…" 

Amamiya exhaled deeply. "I regret this already." 

"Huh?" 

"I just realized… I wouldn't mind if the dream world restarted a few more times," he said with a smirk. 

Umi's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Idiot!" she muttered, punching his chest lightly. "Save that nonsense for reality! Now, can the charm spell be replicated or not?"

"Can."

With the charm ability successfully copied, the two set out to find Ms. Nakagawa. Kaguya had already separated the boy from her, leaving Ms. Nakagawa alone and vulnerable. 

Amamiya didn't waste time, using his usual charm to lure Nakagawa to the cafeteria. Once there, he and Umi worked together to enact their plan. 

After sharing a meal of perfectly cooked fried rice, Miss Nakagawa's face glowed with happiness. She was utterly unguarded, basking in the moment. 

"Ms. Nakagawa," Amamiya said gently, "look into my eyes." 

"Hm?" 

Ms. Nakagawa complied instinctively, her gaze locking onto his. 

In the next moment, Amamiya's eyes glowed with pink, heart-shaped irises—a sign of the charm spell at work. 

The charm worked effortlessly. Ms. Nakagawa, emotionally vulnerable after her euphoric meal, was no match for the spell's effects. 

"Charm successful!" Amamiya signaled to Umi, who was stationed outside. She immediately relayed the message to Kaguya, alerting her that everything was in place. 

The bespectacled boy, Kazuya, rushed into the cafeteria, frantically searching for Ms. Nakagawa. What he saw was a scene that would haunt him forever. 

There she was—the kind, gentle, and beautiful woman he admired—sitting sideways in another man's lap, her arms draped around his neck. Her face was flushed, her breathing uneven, and her eyes shimmering with emotion. 

Kazuya's heart shattered. His mind reeled as Ms. Nakagawa's voice reached his ears: 

"Kazuya is just a little kid. How could I possibly like him?" 

The words hit like a dagger, but she wasn't done. 

"There's only one person I love… Amamiya-kun." 

"I'd even be content as your pet, staying by your side forever." 

"I can't imagine living in a world without Amamiya-kun!" 

Then, the final, devastating blow: 

"Master, please… Turn me into your own fluffy ball!"

Kazuya stood frozen, his body trembling as though struck by lightning. His lips moved, but no sound came out. 

Finally, his will crumbled, and the dream world shattered like glass, splintering into a thousand fragments before vanishing completely.