Talking was fine, but actually having physical contact was a bit too much.
Just as Akira nervously closed his eyes, he felt a touch on his face, not the sensation of moist skin, but the feeling of dry cloth.
Opening his eyes, he saw the class president wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, a mischievous grin on her face.
"You thought I was going to lick it off?"
"For a moment... I did think that."
Akira's mind had even flashed with the famous line: 'This is... the taste of a liar!'
"I'm not such a frivolous girl. Today, I've had many new first-time experiences because of Kuroba-kun."
"So, don't use such misleading language. You're definitely teasing me, aren't you?"
"Hehe, because Kuroba-kun's reactions are very interesting."
The class president happily laughed again, then put the handkerchief back into her pocket.
Speaking of which... that was the handkerchief that had just been wrapped around her panties, wasn't it?
However, Akira now suspected that she was pretending when she said she was going to give him underwear.
After all, she also had "Acting Lv1" in her skill set.
She was probably just teasing a virgin. As expected, the class president also belonged to the category of mischievous JK.
"Well, in order to prepare Kuroba-kun's lunch for tomorrow, I should probably head back now."
"Alright, I'm going back too. Class President, which way are you going?"
"I still have to lock the door to the Library and return the key to the faculty office."
"Oh."
"If Kuroba-kun accompanies me, I'll treat you to a drink. How about it?"
"Please, allow me to accompany you."
Ah, perseverance pays off. He could finally get a drink.
If you had to say it, that was Akira's original goal. Everything else was just an extra bonus.
So this tells us that being a simp will only make you a tool to pay the bill, not being a simp is the only way to freeload!
On the way, the class president continued to ask Akira.
"Kuroba-kun, is there anything you like to eat? I also hope you can give me a reference for what you're allergic to or can't eat."
"You can even order?"
"After all, it's a bento made for Kuroba-kun, and I hope you can enjoy it."
"Hmm... I'm not picky, so you can make anything. However, I'm quite sensitive to fishy smells. Although I can eat it, I don't really like it. Things like pickled kelp are not my thing."
People in the island country love to eat fish, but Akira lived inland in his previous life and basically didn't eat fish, so he also hated the fishy smell. Even after half a year since transmigrating, he still hasn't gotten used to it.
"Fishy smell, kelp... Okay, I'll remember."
Anri Hitomi firmly remembered Akira's preferences.
In that case, I can't use kelp broth for the miso soup, and I can't put in bonito flakes either, but if I do that, the taste of the miso soup will be much worse... What can I do to make up for that flavor...?
Anri Hitomi was already thinking about the details of cooking.
Although she could not make miso soup, it was one of her best dishes. She still wanted him to try it.
She had never felt this eagerness to have someone taste her cooking before. Perhaps it was because this was the first time she was cooking for a man?
Even her father had never eaten a dish she had made herself.
She wanted to do it well and receive his praise.
She had only hidden in cooking classes to escape reality, never expecting that she would one day look forward to cooking.
"Then, in terms of portion size, Kuroba-kun is a boy, and now is the time when you're growing, so I'll make a little more, okay?"
"No problem, I'll eat as much as you make, and I'll eat every last grain of rice."
"Haha, that's too much."
But that would make me very happy.
So, I'll make sure you eat your fill.