"...How is it?"
"It's good, really good..."
Yu Siwoo’s expression made it clear he had a lot to say.
He knows.
Well, of course he does.
"Hmm, the ingredients are... a bit too on the nose."
"P-please don’t say that..."
Chives, oysters, abalone, eel, ginger, schisandra berries...
At first glance, the dishes on the table looked like a delicious spread.
Since I didn’t know which eel dishes Yu Siwoo preferred, I’d prepared a lightly seasoned salt-grilled version and another marinated in a mix of gochujang and soy sauce.
There was also a Japanese-style eel glazed with teriyaki sauce, sweet and savory.
Ginger to cut through the richness of the eel, and chives for a crisp texture.
Abalone and oysters grilled with butter and garlic.
Octopus, boiled until tender and turned a deep red, alongside large shrimp roasted on a bed of salt, equally crimson.
For dessert and drinks, schisandra and raspberry tea.
It might look like a normal, luxurious meal, but every single dish was rumored to be great for... stamina.
In other words... you know.
It was the kind of meal you’d eat to load up on energy before... *the* big event.
"Arte."
"L-let’s just eat first and talk later..."
"Ah, yeah."
It should taste good.
I’d put so much care into these dishes—they *had* to be delicious.
But I couldn’t tell if the food was going into my mouth or my nose.
My mind kept wandering, and I couldn’t focus on the taste.
Yu Siwoo had said it was good, so it couldn’t be a lie...
How do I explain this...?
Should I just admit Amelia prepared the ingredients?
No. That excuse wouldn’t mean anything.
Would Yu Siwoo even believe me if I said that?
I did have the Thread Extraction Ability, but it wasn’t like when Dorothy had enhanced me—that perfect, flawless state.
I wasn’t sure exactly how much it had weakened... but...
Could he even tell if I was lying or telling the truth?
"T-the truth is, Amelia gave me these ingredients..."
"I see..."
"Eat up, haha..."
"Uh, yeah. It’s good..."
What kind of reaction is that?!
I see?! *I SEE?!*
Was that him dismissing it as a lie, or accepting it as the truth? His answer was so vague it drove me crazy!
And now that I’d said it, telling him to eat up sounded weird.
Did it come off like I was telling him to stuff his face and boost his stamina?
Yu Siwoo must’ve had the same thought, because his reply was stiff.
"..."
An awkward silence settled over the table again.
Clink, clink.
The only sound was the clatter of utensils.
It had been a long time since a meal was this quiet.
Yu Siwoo and I usually chatted about all sorts of things while eating, laughing as we went.
I’d thought we’d talk about today’s date over dinner... but this wasn’t how I’d imagined it at all.
The reality was so different from my expectations that I couldn’t shake the awkwardness.
...Wait, date?
"..."
"Arte?"
What was it Amelia had said after setting me up on this date?
Something about taking things step by step?
So we had a date at the aquarium.
We’d also talked about how homemade food would be better than eating out.
That’s why Amelia had sent over a bunch of expensive ingredients.
"N-No way…"
"…Arte?"
She’d set the mood with the date,
then convinced me with that smooth talk about how Siwoo would prefer food I made myself over eating out.
And then the ingredients she sent were all rumored to be good for stamina…
I was certain of it.
That bitch Amelia. She’d planned this.
When I’d asked how to even get to *that* point, was this what she meant by taking it step by step?
Go on a date, let the mood build, then do it?
I could practically see her infuriating smirk in my mind’s eye.
"Arte, are you okay?"
Hah. Right.
So that’s how it’s going to be.
It was true that I *had* been thinking about doing those things…
But I refused to let Amelia’s plan play out exactly as she wanted.
"Arte? Why’d you go quiet all of a sudden? Are you feeling sick or—?!"
"…Siwoo."
"W-Wait, what’s with you all of a sudden? Weren’t we just eating? There’s still a lot left… *Mmph?!"
I grabbed his face and kissed him roughly.
How much time passed as his shocked expression filled my vision?
When I finally pulled away, breathless, a thin bridge of saliva stretched between our lips.
"…I’ve decided."
"W-What…?"
"Take my virginity."
"Huh?! Now?! Wait, hold on! We were in the middle of eating!"
"We weren’t going to finish it all anyway. We can just reheat the leftovers later."
It didn’t sit right with me.
Amelia had probably intended for us to finish the meal, let the mood fully set in, and *then* have our fun.
That was the one thing I couldn’t allow.
No matter how much of a friend she was. Even if her intentions were to help me, I absolutely refused to follow her script.
Siwoo is *mine*.
My first time with Siwoo had to be just between the two of us.
No one else could be involved.
So this was unavoidable.
I couldn’t stand the thought of just playing along with Amelia’s plan.
…And besides, the real problem was that Siwoo wasn’t falling for my seduction at all.
That’s right. It’s *his* fault.
Here I am, his gorgeous girlfriend, trying so hard to tempt him, and he’s not reacting in the slightest.
The author had said before that he wasn’t impotent…
But then again, it *was* that author. Maybe they’d made a mistake?
So this was a test.
Just to confirm whether Siwoo’s… *functionality* was intact or not.
If I had to force it, then so be it.
"W-Wait, let’s talk about this—"
"You’re not getting away."
Siwoo must’ve sensed something was off, because he tried to subtly stand up and slip away.
Not happening.
His evasion Ability might be top-tier, but…
At this range, in a confined space like a house where there’s nowhere to dodge?
That was a different story.
I used an almost excessive amount of thread, and in an instant, every piece of clothing I was wearing—except the leotard—turned to thread and scattered in all directions.
Of course, Yu Siwoo couldn’t dodge every thread. Soon, his hands and feet were bound by the threads, and he collapsed in front of me.
"J-Just calm down, Arte. I don’t know why you’re suddenly doing this, but..."
"It’s your fault, Siwoo."
"...Me?"
"Yes. It’s your fault."
Yu Siwoo struggled desperately, but with his limbs tightly bound, there was nothing he could do.
I grabbed his pants and spoke.
"You tempt me every day, but you never give in... It made me anxious."
Cautiously, I glanced at his lower half as I tried to pull down his pants and underwear. His crotch was slightly bulging.
Ah, so Yu Siwoo really is a man.
He must be excited thinking about what he’ll do with his pretty girlfriend.
Delighted by this rare, disheveled side of Yu Siwoo I’d never seen before, I stripped off all the clothes covering his thing... and then froze in shock at what appeared before me.
"Huh?"
Is a man’s thing supposed to be this big?
Staring at Yu Siwoo’s, I suddenly thought back to my own body before coming to this world.
...This is way bigger than mine.
Can that really fit inside?
Without thinking, I measured the length of his erect thing with my hand, then held it up to my lower abdomen.
It almost reached my navel.
No matter how I looked at it, it was enormous.
"..."
*Gulp.*
Nervous at the sight of something far larger than I’d imagined, I swallowed hard.
Now that I thought about it, the author had set Yu Siwoo as a harem protagonist, hadn’t they?
Harem protagonists were known for having considerable size, but I’d completely forgotten that fact.
Could this really go in?
Maybe my hesitation had gotten through to him.
Yu Siwoo opened his mouth, trying to persuade me.
"Arte, don’t force yourself..."
"I’m not forcing myself!"
...Ugh.
I said that, but could this really go inside?
It was bigger than I’d expected—would it even fit?
"Huu, I can do this... I can do this..."
Can I... really?
Then again, I’d heard that putting it in without any foreplay would hurt.
I slightly pulled aside the crotch of my leotard and carefully inserted a finger.
"Nn..."
The foreign sensation was much stronger than I’d expected, so I pulled my finger back out.
...Was it because I’d never even masturbated before?
Even just one finger felt like a lot.
So how would something that big feel?
I was scared, but stopping now was out of the question.
It was something I’d have to do eventually.
Running away now would be meaningless.
I wrapped my hand around Yu Siwoo’s rock-hard thing.
I knew gripping too hard would hurt, so I kept it gentle.
I’d pull out once, wait for it to shrink a little, then—
If I put it in with some saliva mixed in, it might hurt less.
"A-Arte?"
"I heard it hurts if you just put it in... So I’ll, uh, do you a favor first."
I tried using the word "favor," wondering if Yu Siwoo would like it.
His thing twitched violently in response.
...He’s pretending not to, but he likes it.