The vesper light was fading as Satō walked up
the stairs to the clubroom. He slowly opened the
door to find the silver-haired girl standing by the
window.

"Are we going together tonight?" she asked,
surprised by his appearance.

"I-I-I…I don't need to go to the supermarket
tonight," he struggled to say.

"Oh…are you not feeling well?"

"I'm fine…I just…I know what I want tonight!" he
almost yelled as his pulse grew in his ears.

The girl tilted her head, silently inquiring as to
the meaning behind his words.

"It's just that…I know what I want to eat
tonight…and I don't have to leave this room."

He walked closer to his senpai as she turned to
square her shoulders with him.

"There's a special box that's been right in front of
me all along…and I want it tonight."

He stepped closer and closer to the girl as she
slowly backed away until she was against the
wall.

"What do you mean Satō?"

"I mean that I know what my goal is, and I won't
take my eyes off it until it's mine. It's the sweet
sweet meal you've been keeping to yourself. I
just have to touch it and it's mine, right?"

It was then that she realized where is eyes were
focused. He was just inside arms' reach as he put
his hand out to claim his prize.

That was when she delivered a firm side-kick to
his cheek.

The attack knocked him off balance and sent him
side-stepping towards the windows.

"Did you think you'd get it without a fight?"

"Of course not," he answered with his right hand
to his cheek, "I would have been disappointed
with anything less."

With those words he leapt towards the girl,
knowing that he would never strike her, but,
instead, try to corner her while avoiding her kicks
and punches. Though each blow stung and left
bruises that would last several days, he knew
that his reward was great and that this particular
box would have the sweetest taste of all the
meals he had had before.

He tried to dodge every kick and made his best
effort to put the girl off balance. If he was lucky,
Satō would be able to pin her to the floor. He
knew her favorite attacks from watching her
night after night. When a kick or a punch failed,
he knew where to expect the second attack

A combination of a missed punch but a well
landed knee to his stomach almost sent him
crashing against the refrigerator. Satō barely
ducked in time to miss a roundhouse kick from
her left leg that would have landed squarely on
his jaw. As the inertia from the failed attack
carried her around, he tried to rush her when her
back was to him. To his dismay, she let the
momentum carry her all the way around and
used the energy to plant her right elbow into his
right cheek.

The attack sent him reeling. He side-stepped
around his senpai and placed her between him
and a barrier.

With one final lunge, he had pushed the girl
against the stickered wall just as she landed a
heavy blow by boxing his ears.

In that moment, however, she knew that the
fight was over.

There, in the dark clubroom, Satō stood with his
right palm gently cupping his prize.

The shock from her final ripost settled in. "I have
it, Senpai," he whispered before he fell against
her. "I have it," he whispered again, more to
himself than to her.

"Yes…you do. I don't know if I should be more
disappointed by my loss or more proud of your
victory."

She helped him to one of the chairs that had
been knocked over during the fight. She righted
it and helped him sit.

"Just rest until you're ready. I'm not going
anywhere," Yarizui assured him.

Satō gave a weak, crooked smile due to the
swelling on his right cheek. His breathing slowly
returned to normal.

"Are you ready?"

Again, he gave his senpai a crooked smile and
nodded his head.

She returned with her own subtle grin and
hopped onto the table. Satō brought his chair
close and let out a quiet, content sigh. He softly
clapped his hands together, bowed his head,
and closed his eyes.

"Itadakimasu," he humbly whispered; thanking
those who prepared this box, the one who made
it worth fighting for, and for those who would
never have the privilege of feasting upon it.

Very carefully, he pulled down the pure white
cotton wrapper and gazed upon the beautiful
meal before him. Satō inhaled the subtle aroma
before leaning in closer to gently lick it.

Yarizui let out a soft gasp which caused him to
stop.

"Don't worry…I'm alright," she whispered to him.

He locked eyes with her, making certain that it
was alright to continue, and moved in close
again.

Satō let his tongue follow the flowing curves of
his senpai's body. He traced along her small lips
to the tiny pearl that was half hidden at the top.
With very careful movements, he pulled back the
hood, exposing the glistening nub. He softly
blew on it before giving it a gentle flick with his
tongue.

The sudden sensation caused the girl to cringe
slightly, and it elicited a stifled shriek. Slowly, she
fell back to lie on the table.

Finished with the first course, Satō moved up
along the girl's body until he was hovering over
her.

"Is it alright, Senpai?"

She smiled and nodded.

Without another word, he lifted her yellow
sweater-vest up until it was above her bust and
then opened three buttons in the middle of her
shirt to expose her white bra. The boy, still
stunned by how much he had accomplished so
far, took this moment to gaze upon the curves
that his senior now presented.

After some time had passed, Yarizui encouraged
him to move on by bringing his left hand up to her
chest. He lightly squeezed the soft flesh in the
palm of his hand before lowering his face to the
other. She could hear him breathing in her scent
and feel him kissing her through the cloth.

Once he felt he had tortured himself enough,
Satō lifted the bra to expose what were, in his
mind, the most perfect pair of breasts he had
ever seen. They were beautifully round orbs,
crowned with light pink nipples that stood erect
and waiting for his attention.

"Will I get sweet milk from them?"

This quip earned him a playful swat from the girl
who was growing slightly impatient with his slow
advances.

Again, with a gentle nudge from his senpai, Satō
took one nipple into his mouth while rolling the
other between his fingers. He licked, sucked, and
blew on the hardened area until he had his fill.

"May I go on Senpai?"

She nodded to him again. He unbuckled his belt
and lowered his trousers along with his boxer
shorts.

Just as he placed the tip of his already hardened
member against her slick center, she pushed
against his chest.

"What is it? Does it hurt? Am I doing something
wrong?"

She shook her head no before replying.

"Get the book."

Confused, but willing to comply, he reached for
the journal that held the greatest trophies that a
member of the Half-Priced Food Lovers Club could
bring back.

Yarizui opened the book to the most recent page.

"This is an important honour seal. Don't you think
you should save it?"

Satō's breathing sped up upon hearing this. With
trembling hands, he placed the book just below
them.

"Do it," she whispered, with her subtle smile and
eyes that were soft and warm.

With all the tenderness he could muster, Satō
slowly pushed inside. There was a moment of
failing resistance, and then surrender.

Three drops of blood fell onto the page; in line
with the rest of the seals that had been placed
there.

Satō pulled the book up and showed it to the girl
who smiled at the result.

She reached for a pen and wrote the boy's name
and the date underneath it and then placed it
open on the table away from them so that it
could dry.

With the rituals complete, Satō began moving in
a gentle rhythm. They moved slowly together,
finding a pulse that they could both move
comfortably to.

However, this slow beat soon changed to a rapid,
unrelenting pumping. Their bodies crashed
against each other like steady waves over and
over.

Before they could find out which of them would
give out first, the table did.

The two legs underneath them collapsed, leaving
the round table at a slope.

The book slid to the ground and closed upon
hitting the floor but it went unnoticed.

Without missing a thrust, Satō caught himself so
that he could push his senpai against the now
angled piece of wood. He reached up to grip onto
the edge of the table above them while Yarizui
wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs
around his waist.

They settled into a renewed frenzy; their breaths
now growing shallower as they reached their
final breaking point together. Just as the last
wave peaked, the final two legs gave and they
crashed together to the floor.

Yarizui pulled Satō close so that she could bury
her face into his neck. Sato did not resist and let
his chin rest naturally against her shoulder.

"Gochi…sō…sama," he gasped.

They spent a few minutes panting together,
locked in a tight embrace as they regained their
composure.

Once he realized how uncomfortable the position
must have been for her, Satō rolled off of Yarizui
to lie beside her. She kept an arm around him so
that she could still pull herself close.

"I wondered when you would finally do
something," she said, so softly that Satō almost
missed it.

He pulled her in as tightly as he could.

'I wondered that same thing,' he thought as his
eyelids began to droop.

From behind slightly open door that led to the
room, he could have sworn he heard someone
whisper, "When did we get stuck in the friend
zone?"

From inside the room's broom locker, he could
hear the furious clicks of a laptop keyboard.

"'We will seal this agreement with your blood,'
the ruffian told Saito as he pounded his tender
hole without pity or lube."