The Door of My Bathroom Leads to the Comic World!

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Inside Erina's bedroom, her head hung low as her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Her golden hair swayed softly, revealing her elegant, swan-like neck and snow-white shoulders.

"Erina?" Sui called out, gazing down at her.

"Hm?" Erina mumbled, not lifting her head.

"I feel like you're getting better at this," Sui muttered quietly, a slight smirk on his lips.

At first, Erina had been incredibly stubborn, often refusing outright. Later, she would unleash her frustration on him with her tiny, pink fists. But now, things had changed.

Her lips were soft and pink, her tongue gentle and skillful, moving with more confidence than the awkwardness she once had.

Suddenly, Erina paused.

She raised her head, her golden locks framing her face, her cherry-red lips slightly parted. Her violet eyes glimmered with a mix of shyness and irritation as she looked up at him.

"You... you're such a jerk!" she shouted, embarrassed. Then, in a fit of playful anger, she lowered her head and bit him.

Sui flinched, startled. "Erina, don't bite that!" he exclaimed, feeling the gentle pressure of her teeth.

"Hehehe!" Erina hummed softly as she nibbled it, clearly warning him not to provoke her further.

"If you keep this up, the Nakiri family line might be in danger," Sui whispered with a grin. "And your dream of becoming a mother will be over before it even begins."

Veins pulsed faintly on Erina's smooth, white forehead as she ground her small, silver teeth. She looked ready to bite again.

"Erina, I'm serious. If you bite, you won't be able to become a mother," Sui quickly warned, genuinely afraid that her temper might lead to something more painful. He knew all too well how sharp this little wildcat's teeth could be.

"Hmph! Now you're scared..." Erina huffed, raising her head. She opened her mouth to retort, but her expression suddenly froze.

Her face twisted in discomfort.

"It... tastes awful."

The God Tongue, revered by chefs around the world, had once again encountered a flavor so terrible that it left her speechless.

"This is definitely the last time! I'm never doing this again!" Erina declared angrily.

"My God Tongue is practically a sacred artifact to chefs everywhere. I don't know how many have begged to cook for me, offering their life's work just to earn my praise. And here you are, using it for something so ridiculous! Never again!"

"There'll definitely be a next time," Sui murmured under his breath.

"What did you just say?" Erina growled, her face flushing with frustration as she pounced on him.

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Three hours later, after a midnight snack made with Sui's special 'Blisseys Egg', Erina lay curled up in his arms, as content as a kitten after a feast. She looked peaceful, almost like a newlywed wife.

"Erina," Sui said softly, smiling down at her.

"Hm?" Erina blinked up at him, her lips slightly parted as she gazed back, looking adorably dazed.

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The next day, Erina, now dressed in her school uniform, looked every bit the top student's girlfriend as she walked beside Sui.

"Sui, did you bring everything you need for today?" she asked. "We have knife skills class later."

"Yep, I've got it." Sui patted the pocket where he carried his knife.

Knife skills were a key part of the second semester, focusing on handling more difficult ingredients and learning the basics of carving and plating. While Western and Japanese cuisine didn't emphasize knife work as much as other cuisine, it was still crucial for precise ingredient preparation—especially for tricky items like pufferfish.

Sui had brought the Cinderella, one of the prize knives he has. Its small, nimble design made it his go-to tool.

Though the class provided knives, many chefs preferred to bring their own, and it was allowed.

As they headed to school, the two of them, along with Hisako, enjoyed strings of cotton candy, munching as they walked.

"This cotton candy is delicious!" Hisako exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. It was her first time tasting such a treat.

"If you like it, Hisako, I'll bring you more next time," Sui said with a smile.

"Really? Thank you!" Hisako's face was dotted with sugar, and a few strands of cotton candy clung to her nose, making her look like a cute little kitten.

Soon, they arrived at class and joined Megumi and the others in the knife practice room.

The course was being taught by Director Chapelle himself.

"Knife skills are an art," Chapelle began. "I teach this class part-time because knife work is essential in both cooking and presentation. In this class, you'll learn to handle ingredients with elegance—preparing them for cooking or decoration."

"Wait, isn't Chapelle supposed to be a French cuisine instructor?" Sōma asked, puzzled.

"That's because French cuisine focuses heavily on presentation and plating," Megumi explained. "He's an expert in that area."

As they talked, students from other classes started filing into the room, including some upperclassmen.

"Ah, more senpais again?" Soma groaned, scratching his head.

Megumi looked a little pale, clearly nervous.

"Because there aren't many knife skills classes and Chapelle-sensei's schedule is tight, we're all being taught together," Ryoko said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

When Erina arrived, she naturally walked over to join Sui for class.

"Kohai, we meet again," a voice suddenly called out. It was Rindō, who clapped Sui on the shoulder with a grin.

Sui stared at her, speechless.

"What's with that face, Kohai? Don't you want to see me, your beautiful senpai?" Rindō teased, tugging at his cheek. "I miss you every day! You really make me sad."

"Really?" Sui looked at her doubtfully.

"Of course!" Rindō smiled slyly before digging into his pocket. "Now, where's the candy?"