“···How is it?”

“It’s delicious, but…”

I could tell by Siwoo’s expression that he had a lot to say.

He knows.

Of course he does.

“The ingredients are… quite suggestive.”

“P-Please don’t say it out loud…”

Chives, oysters, abalone, eel, ginger, omija…

At first glance, the dishes on the table seemed like a variety of delicious meals. There was the mild salt-grilled eel, the spicy and savory gochujang soy sauce eel, and the sweet teriyaki-style Japanese eel.

I had added ginger to cut through the eel’s richness and chives for a crunchy texture. There were butter and garlic-grilled abalone and oysters. Octopus, well-cooked until it turned red, and large shrimp grilled on red salt.

For dessert, I had prepared omija and bokbunja, traditional Korean berry drinks.

Though these dishes appeared luxurious and delicious, they were all known for their aphrodisiac properties.

In other words, the message seemed to be: Let’s stock up on energy before the big event.

“Arte.”

“L-Let’s just eat first and talk later…”

“Oh, okay.”

The food had to be good. I had poured my heart into these dishes, so they had to taste great.

But I couldn’t taste a thing. My mind was too distracted to focus on the flavors. Siwoo said it was delicious, but was he telling the truth?

How do I explain this…? Should I just be honest and say Amelia prepared the ingredients?

No, that would be pointless. Would Siwoo even believe me if I said that?

Even though he had the ability to sense intuitions, he wasn’t as sharp as he had been when enhanced by Dorothy.

Would he be able to tell if I was lying?

“Actually, these ingredients were prepared by Amelia…”

“I see…”

“Please, eat a lot… Haha…”

“Y-Yeah, it’s really good…”

What kind of response is that?!?!

He just said, “I see”? What does that even mean? Does he think I’m lying or telling the truth?

And saying “eat a lot” sounded weird too. It was like I was telling him to boost his stamina or something.

Siwoo must have thought the same, as his response was awkward.

“···.”

“···.”

An awkward silence fell over the table again.

Clink, clink.

The only sound was the clinking of our utensils.

It’s been a while since a meal was this quiet.

We usually had lively conversations while eating, especially after a fun day out. I had imagined we’d be talking about today’s date, but the reality was far from what I had expected.

···Wait, the date?

What had Amelia told me before I left for the date?

She had said we needed to take things step by step. So we had the aquarium date.

She also said that eating a homemade meal would be better than eating out. Hence, she sent me these expensive ingredients.

“Could it be…”

“···Arte?”

So, Amelia had planned for us to have a romantic date to heat things up, then convinced me to make a homemade meal, which Siwoo would appreciate more than eating out.

And finally, she sent ingredients known for their aphrodisiac qualities.

I was sure of it now. Amelia had orchestrated this whole thing.

When I asked her how to make the next step, she must have meant to do it when the atmosphere was right.

Her mischievous smile flashed before my eyes.

“Arte, are you okay?”

Alright then.

That’s how you want to play it.

Sure, I had been thinking about taking that step, but I didn’t like the idea of following Amelia’s plan to the letter.

“Arte? Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you sick…?!”

“Siwoo.”

“Why are you suddenly…? Weren’t we going to talk after eating? There’s still a lot left…”

I grabbed Siwoo’s face and kissed him roughly.

His surprised expression filled my vision, and before I knew it, we were both out of breath, a thin string of saliva connecting our lips as we parted.

“I’ve decided.”

“D-Decided what…?”

“I want you to take my virginity.”

“W-What? Now? All of a sudden?! Wait, we were just eating!”

“We can reheat the leftovers later.”

I didn’t like this. Amelia probably expected us to finish dinner and then have a romantic moment.

But I couldn’t let things go exactly as she planned.

Even if she was a friend and meant to help, I couldn’t follow her script completely.

Siwoo is mine.

Our first experience should be just between Siwoo and me. No one else should interfere.

So this had to happen now.

Amelia’s plan had pushed me to act, but Siwoo’s lack of reaction to my advances was also to blame.

Yes, this is Siwoo’s fault.

How could he not respond to his pretty girlfriend’s advances?

The Writer had once assured me he wasn’t impotent, but…

Who knows if the Writer made a mistake?

So this was a test. To confirm if Siwoo’s… function was working.

I had to make sure, even if it meant forcing the issue.

“W-Wait. Let’s talk this through…”

“I’m not letting you go.”

Sensing something was off, Siwoo tried to get up and leave, but I couldn’t allow that.

His evasion skills were top-notch, but in such close quarters and with no room to maneuver, things were different.

Using an excessive amount of thread, I quickly transformed my clothes into threads that spread in all directions, pinning Siwoo’s hands and feet down.

“C-Calm down, Arte. I don’t know why you’re doing this all of a sudden, but…”

“This is your fault, Siwoo.”

“···Mine?”

“Yes, it’s your fault.”

No matter how much Siwoo struggled, the threads held him firmly in place. I grabbed his pants.

“I’ve been trying to seduce you every day, but you never responded… You made me anxious.”

I carefully pulled down his pants and underwear, glancing at his groin. It was slightly swollen.

So, Siwoo is still a man.

Thinking about what we were about to do must have excited him.

I felt a thrill seeing Siwoo’s vulnerable state for the first time. I removed his remaining clothes and was taken aback by the sight of his erection.

“What?”

Was a man’s… thing supposed to be this big?

Looking at Siwoo’s member, I thought back to my body before coming to this world.

It was much bigger than mine.

Was this really going to fit inside me?

I involuntarily measured its length with my hand and compared it to my lower abdomen. It almost reached my navel.

No matter how I looked at it, it was enormous.

“···.”

Gulp.

I swallowed nervously, daunted by the size.

I had forgotten that Siwoo was designed to be the protagonist of a harem story. Naturally, he’d be well-endowed.

Could this really fit inside me?

Sensing my hesitation, Siwoo tried to persuade me.

“Arte, don’t push yourself…”

“I’m not pushing myself!”

···Ugh.

I said that, but could this really fit inside?

It seemed too big to go in comfortably.

“Phew, I can do this… I can do this…”

Can I really?

I remembered that it could hurt if I didn’t prepare. I shifted the crotch of my leotard aside and tentatively inserted a finger.

“Ouch…”

The discomfort was greater than expected, so I quickly withdrew my finger.

···I guess I’ve never done this before.

Even inserting a single finger felt strange.

How would it feel with something that big?

I was scared, but stopping here wasn’t an option.

This was something that had to happen eventually.

Running away now wouldn’t solve anything.

I gently grasped Siwoo’s erect member.

I knew squeezing too hard would hurt him, so I was careful.

Once it softened a bit, I could mix it with saliva and insert it with less pain.

“A-Arte?”

“I heard it hurts if you just put it in… So I’ll give you some service first.”

I used the word “service” to see if Siwoo would like it.

His member twitched noticeably.

···So he does like it.

Ignoring his protests, I focused on the task at hand, determined to take the next step in our relationship.