While the specialized seasoning blends certainly played a part, realistically speaking, relying solely on his amateur culinary skills to transform a completely indifferent girl into a hopelessly devoted fan-girl ready to submit to his every whim was structurally impossible.
Had Erina Nakiri personally executed the dish while utilizing premium, high-energy ingredients sourced from the One Piece universe, there might have been a slim two-or-three percent margin of error for a literal biological overwrite. But in this specific instance, the seasoning served as nothing more than a localized catalyst.
If an individual didn't already harbor the underlying emotional foundation and romantic longing, consuming a mountain of his cooking would yield absolute zero results.
This was especially true now that the initial sensory aftertaste of the meal had completely dissipated from the room.
Shinobu analyzed the situation with pristine clarity. Had she not spent the last several nights deeply indulging in the forbidden fruits of physical pleasure with Li Ke, the lingering, restless warmth in her system would have completely evaporated within minutes of finishing her rice bowl.
Therefore, it was a complete logical fallacy to claim that the mythical, aphrodisiac-like mechanics of the Food Wars! seasoning carried the entire weight of this courtship.
"But even if you're deeply desperate to experience true affection, this is escalating at an entirely reckless pace," Shinobu remarked, looking at Mitsuri as she stubbornly maintained her anchor-lock on Li Ke, unable to suppress a helpless sigh. "Normally, you're supposed to at least go out on a few proper dates first..."
However, once Mitsuri's internal targeting matrix locked onto a target, she refused to compromise, screaming her panic directly into the air.
"No way! What if Lord Li Ke runs away?!"
"I'm definitely not going to run away. After all, I fully intend to collect a vast harem of wives—Shinobu is already one of them, you know," Li Ke chimed in, gently patting Mitsuri's pink-and-green hair to reassure her that his permanent presence was guaranteed.
How could a dedicated harem protagonist ever beat a tactical retreat from the battlefield?!
"Harem Protagonist... Henxin (Transform)!"
Li Ke mentally manifested a completely fictional transformation belt out of thin air, solemnly raised his internal harem elixir vial, and began violently shaking it to prep his biological systems for the impending marathon.
His systematic preparation sequence included, but was not limited to: optimizing his internal hormone secretion levels, micro-adjusting his skeletal muscular layout, streamlining the vascular pathways to his lower extremities, deploying specialized life-energy secret arts to thoroughly clear out any potential circulatory blockages, and utilizing the precision bio-control of Life Return to significantly boost his resting heart rate and cellular regeneration speed.
These were the foundational protocols.
From his biological architecture to his core mindset, Li Ke had achieved a state of absolute readiness to fulfill his duty as a dedicated harem master!
"My, oh my... This is turning into quite the situation..."
Shinobu tapped her index finger against her lower lip, watching Li Ke as he practically prepared to sling Mitsuri over his shoulder and carry her straight into the bedroom to execute his plans. After a brief moment of internal calculation, she decided to vocalize what she considered to be the absolute peak of scandalous concepts.
"Tell me, Mitsuri—have you actually mastered the Coitus Breathing Style yet?"
As the words left her mouth, Shinobu felt as though her remaining moral conscience had been thoroughly devoured by dogs. Breathing techniques were universally regarded as sacred, revered arts forged by generations of Demon Slayers to execute demonic threats. Weaponizing the concept in this manner was nothing short of absolute blasphemy. When she performed these customized techniques herself in the privacy of her bedroom, she had already resigned herself to dropping down to the deepest level of hell to offer a formal apology to the original progenitor of Sun Breathing.
Furthermore, her initial justification had been driven by a grander strategy: satisfying Li Ke's physical desires to permanently secure his allegiance to the Demon Slayer Corps, thereby optimizing their capacity to eliminate demons.
But now... she was actively using the sacred concept to pull a fast one on a naive girl like Mitsuri!
"Huh? What on earth is that?"
The intellectual capacity completely drained from Mitsuri's face, leaving her looking utterly bewildered as she sub-consciously pressed a finger against her lips.
"It is a highly specialized breathing discipline engineered exclusively for intimate marital communication, complete with its own dedicated set of physical postural katas," Shinobu explained. Since she had already uttered a statement scandalous enough to guarantee her a permanent VIP suite in the eighteen layers of hell, she decided to lean entirely into her self-destructive streak.
"That... is that a real thing?!"
A vibrant, localized blush painted Mitsuri's cheeks once more. She had historically studied an immense variety of combat methodologies, but this specific curriculum was entirely missing from her archive!
She maintained a healthy, deeply skeptical stance toward the claim.
Witnessing her hesitation, Shinobu offered a silent, deeply apologetic prayer to her Master, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, before opening her mouth to cement the lie.
"Of course it is real. Otherwise, how do you think our Master, with such a frail and sickly constitution, managed to sire so many children and daughters?"
Daughters?
A sharp, predatory gleam flashed within Li Ke's eyes, prompting Mai Shiranui, who was watching from the side, to chime in with a completely deadpan expression.
"None of his daughters are over the age of twelve."
"Oh."
Li Ke silently and immediately shut down that particular train of thought.
Shinobu, meanwhile, didn't quite grasp the underlying subtext of the brief exchange between Li Ke and Mai. Her focus remained entirely on the pink-haired girl in front of her as she emphasized each word deliberately.
"Therefore, you absolutely must master the Coitus Breathing Style first!"
As she spoke, Shinobu offered another silent, frantic prayer to the heavens.
"I am so sorry, respected predecessors of the Demon Slayer Corps! I am doing this entirely for the future of our organization! For the survival of humanity!"
She rationalized her deception internally. Li Ke possessed an incredibly dominant and unyielding personality, and she couldn't verify with absolute certainty whether Mitsuri could truly accept a polygamous arrangement in the long run. Her multi-layered obstruction was a preemptive measure to prevent a catastrophic relationship fallout down the line!
"Oh... I see..."
The vibrant energy noticeably drained from Mitsuri's face as she stared back at Shinobu, her frantic urgency instantly evaporating.
But before Shinobu could even bring a hand to her chest to let out a sigh of relief, Mitsuri's face lit up with a brilliant, sunny smile once more.
"But can't you just teach it to me right now, Shinobu?! You can perform this strange breathing style while I watch from the side, and then you can explain the core chants and postural katas to me! With my natural physical talent, I'll definitely pick it up in no time!"
Seated nearby, Mai Shiranui nearly choked on her tea, barely keeping herself from spitting it across the table. Alongside a thoroughly stupefied Shinobu, she could only stare in absolute horror at Mitsuri, who had just delivered an incredibly scandalous proposal with a completely innocent, radiant smile.
"Hmm, that actually sounds like an excellent solution."
Li Ke couldn't help but nod in profound agreement. If you wanted to test whether a girl was truly compatible with a multi-partner lifestyle, this was the absolute gold standard of operational tests.
Furthermore, it would immediately settle whether Mitsuri was genuinely committed to staying by his side or if she would back out. It was a flawless tactical plan!
Indeed, having temporarily surrendered his higher cognitive functions to the hyper-circulating blood flow in his lower regions, Li Ke had achieved a state of absolute primal wisdom, allowing him to perceive the absolute root of any dilemma.
If you want to know whether a girl is willing to join a harem and engage in collective intimacy, the most logical approach is to simply drop her directly into the scenario.
Whether she is genuinely compatible or not becomes immediately obvious the moment hands are laid!
There was zero need for redundant psychological evaluations or elaborate verbal confirmation. Everything could be seamlessly transitioned straight into practical field combat!
"Ah... wait... I... that's..."
Shinobu's jaw dropped, but her vocal cords completely failed to produce a coherent sentence. She stared blankly at Li Ke before shifting her gaze to a completely nonchalant Mitsuri, desperately wondering at what exact point her strategy had spectacularly backfired on her.
But Li Ke was no longer wasting time on structural calculations. Interpreting Shinobu's paralyzed silence as a lack of formal opposition, he casually swooped in, hoisted her directly over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and began marching with massive, confident strides toward his master bedroom.
"Lord Li Ke! Please put me down this instant! Lord Li Ke! Mitsuri is just throwing a childish tantrum and messing around! How can you possibly go along with—!"
Finally snapping out of her daze, Shinobu began violently thrashing around, her voice rising in a frantic panic. She balled her hands into fists, repeatedly hammering against his solid back in a desperate bid to beat some rational sense into him!
Naturally, her physical protests yielded absolute zero results against his reinforced musculature.
"Isn't this a brilliant idea?! Hahaha!"
Li Ke's booming, boisterous laughter echoed down the corridors of the estate. Mitsuri, meanwhile, kept her arms happily wrapped around him, bouncing along with a cheerful, skip in her step as they advanced toward the bedroom. Possessing zero real-world education on the mechanics of intimacy, she remained completely oblivious to the profoundly surreal and bizarre events that were about to unfold.
Seated alone at the dining table, Mai Shiranui took a slow sip of her tea, watched the trio disappear around the corner, and let out a long, deeply exhausted sigh.
"Why on earth did I have to choose a guy like him...?"
Looking back on it now, Mai Shiranui felt that her past decision to compromise with fate and choose Li Ke was a sign of absolute temporary insanity. The irritating reality, however, was that Li Ke remained the only viable option she could have possibly chosen.
"Seriously... he doesn't possess a single shred of modesty or restraint."
Treating the folding fan in her grip as a literal proxy for Li Ke himself, Mai continuously twisted the material between her fingers, twisting it back and forth with an aggressive intensity that suggested she was actively imagining snapping his head right off his shoulders.
Yet, she harbored zero intention of stepping in to interfere with his actions. After all, she could easily piece together the baseline of Shinobu Kocho's underlying logic. That specific brand of guilt-ridden, desperate positioning in a woman's eyes was something she had witnessed far too many times in her life.
"Then again, who can blame them when this world is so profoundly tragic?"
A heavy sense of helplessness washed over her.
Li Ke, naturally, remained blissfully ignorant of Mai's internal melancholy. To be entirely precise, despite their lack of explicit verbal communication on the matter, the two of them shared a highly functional, unspoken understanding.
The baseline of their pact dictated that until Li Ke formally set foot in the King of Fighters universe, he wouldn't make a definitive move to claim her.
After all, Mai's explicit condition for her devotion was for him to help her revitalize the fading legacy of the Shiranui-ryu ninja clan—a deep-seated psychological knot she desperately needed to untie.
This dynamic didn't strictly qualify as a cold, transactional business arrangement. No matter how aggressively Mai attempted to mask or deny her shifting internal state, the undeniable reality was that Li Ke occupied a highly unique, privileged position in her mind. Had Li Ke bothered to act with an ounce of standard dignity, adopting a refined, aloof persona, she wouldn't treat him with such aggressive disdain. Instead, she likely would have morphed into a hopelessly devoted fan-girl, trailing after him the exact same way she historically pursued Andy Bogard.
But Li Ke stubbornly refused to put on a dignified act, nor did he ever bother to camouflage his burning desire to construct a massive harem or hide his naturally lecherous instincts. Consequently, the moment Mai laid eyes on his shameless behavior, her psychological defenses automatically forced her to deploy her signature, explosive combativeness.
She was highly formidable in every single sense of the word.
Li Ke's focus was entirely on Shinobu now.
When he laid her down on the bed, she still tried to resist. She clutched at her clothes with both hands, her cheeks burning crimson as she looked up at him.
"Lord Li Ke! What exactly are you doing?! I… I already agreed that you could marry other girls, but this… this is really too much…!"
Her voice trembled with embarrassment, unable to finish her sentence. Li Ke didn't give her the chance. He gently but firmly held her chin and leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Even though they had just eaten, the faint taste of their meal still lingered. Yet the special seasonings from the Food Wars world reignited the sensitive heat inside her body almost immediately.
"Just because…"
Shinobu tried to protest again, but her words were swallowed by another kiss. To her shock, while she was distracted, Li Ke had already skillfully loosened her kimono. The fabric slipped off her shoulders and upper body with ease, revealing her pale, delicate skin and her disproportionately large, soft breasts.
"Lord Li Ke! This is too much, I—"
Another kiss silenced her. Her weak resistance against his strong body was completely ineffective. Even when she dug her nails into his back, it only seemed to excite him more.
Li Ke's lips moved down to her slender neck, kissing and sucking gently on her sensitive skin. At the same time, one of his large hands cupped her full, snow-white breast. The soft mound overflowed his palm, warm and incredibly plush. He kneaded it slowly, savoring its perfect weight and silky texture, his fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh. He gently pinched her stiff pink nipple, rolling it between his fingers until Shinobu shivered beneath him.
With a soft sigh of defeat, she whispered, "You big jerk…"
Li Ke chuckled softly. He lowered his head and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking gently while his tongue circled the sensitive peak. After tasting the faint, sweet milky fragrance of her skin, he moved lower. His hands smoothly removed the rest of her clothing, revealing her smooth thighs and the delicate, flower-like garden between them.
Even after being loved by him many times, her most intimate place still looked beautifully pink and untouched, glistening with her arousal. A thin trail of clear nectar slowly dripped down, showing just how excited she had become — especially with Mitsuri watching them with those pure, innocent eyes.
"Lord Li Ke … please…" Shinobu whimpered.
Li Ke positioned himself between her legs. Mitsuri, who was sitting nearby with a bright red face, covered her mouth in shock as she saw his thick, aroused length for the first time.
"It… it really does look like a big wooden pestle for grinding garlic!" she blurted out in innocent surprise.
Shinobu's face burned with shame. She couldn't bear being seen like this in front of the pure-hearted Mitsuri. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away.
Before she could say anything more, Li Ke pressed forward. His hard length slowly pushed into her tight, velvety entrance. Thanks to his Dragon Flame's repeated healing, she remained as tight and pure as the first time. The moment he entered her, Shinobu couldn't hold back a sharp cry. She bit down hard on his shoulder to muffle the sound, her small body tensing beneath him.
Li Ke showed no mercy. He gripped Shinobu's slender hips firmly and thrust deeply, driving himself all the way to her most sensitive core in one powerful motion.
Shinobu's head snapped back, her eyes widening as an intense wave of overwhelming fullness and stimulation flooded her senses. The sudden deep impact left her speechless, her small body trembling beneath him. Li Ke began a steady, powerful rhythm, each thrust rocking her petite frame and sending ripples through her soft, heavy breasts.
To Mitsuri's wide-eyed gaze, the way Li Ke moved inside Shinobu looked almost overwhelming. For Li Ke himself, the sensation was exquisite — her tight, velvety passage wrapped around him like layers of warm, silky petals, constantly squeezing and fluttering with every movement.
"Lord Li Ke … slower… I'll… ah…!" Shinobu tried to speak, but every powerful thrust stole her breath away. She could barely maintain her Breathing Technique. Each time he reached the deepest part of her, it felt as though her heart might stop. The pleasure was immense, but it walked a dangerous line between ecstasy and overwhelming strain.
Even so, a flicker of realization passed through her mind. This was exactly why she had encouraged him to take other women — especially someone as strong and resilient as Mitsuri. Her own fragile body simply couldn't endure his full desire for long.
While Li Ke continued his deep, rhythmic thrusts, Shinobu suddenly wrapped her slender legs tightly around his waist. She pulled his head down firmly against her chest, pressing his face into the soft, warm valley between her breasts. At the same time, she began to move her hips with purpose — lifting her soft rear to meet his thrusts while subtly adjusting the angle inside her.
She used every bit of medical knowledge she possessed. She had carefully mapped out which parts of her passage felt best for him and which spots, though less sensitive for her, provided the strongest stimulation for him. Now, she deliberately rubbed those specific areas against the most sensitive part of his length, squeezing and massaging him with rhythmic contractions.
Li Ke groaned deeply against her breast, his breathing growing ragged as she skillfully worked him. The combination of her tight, fluttering walls and the way she deliberately stimulated him pushed him rapidly toward the edge. Shinobu held his head firmly against her chest, limiting his air while continuing her sensual movements.
The intense stimulation quickly became too much for both of them.
With a low, guttural groan, Li Ke reached his peak. At the same moment, Shinobu's body tensed violently. Her head tilted back, her mouth opened in a silent cry, and her inner walls clenched powerfully around him as she climaxed.
Li Ke barely managed to pull out in time. He rose slightly, one hand still kneading her soft breast, causing the heavy mound to deform beautifully under his fingers. Thick, hot streams of his release surged forth, painting her smooth, quivering belly and the flushed peaks of her breasts in heavy, pearly ropes.