After parting ways with Ruri Gokou and the others, Elf Yamada led Eriri out of the building where the event had been held and back onto Akihabara's bustling streets.
"Good thing they didn't follow us."
Elf Yamada glanced back toward the building's entrance. Seeing no sign of Ruri and her friends, she sighed in relief.
Even though Kirino had already said her goodbyes to Eriri, Elf still worried she might stubbornly tag along.
Fortunately, that concern never came true.
Swinging the right hand she held with Eriri, Elf flashed a cute smile.
"Eriri-nee, let's find somewhere to have lunch!"
"Sure, I'll leave that mission to you."
Eriri smiled softly, her left hand swaying naturally along with Elf's rhythm.
Hand in hand, they hopped playfully down the sidewalk like two carefree children.
Elf's pink eyes darted left and right, scanning the storefronts for a good place to eat.
Perhaps because it was now lunchtime rush hour, there were even more maids outside cafés handing out flyers to attract customers.
Whenever someone passed by, they would offer a leaflet and do their best to draw patrons into their stores.
When Eriri and Elf walked past one of the maid cafés, a few maids approached them with flyers, but none stopped them to promote their shop—after all, maid cafés mainly targeted male customers.
After a bit of wandering, Elf finally chose a nice-looking French restaurant.
It was a few hundred meters away from Akihabara's main streets.
The restaurant wasn't particularly large; its hall had only a dozen or so round tables draped in white tablecloths, each with a vase of tulips on top.
Bright, colorful flowers lined the walls, and gentle, soothing music played throughout the room, giving it a very relaxing atmosphere.
Led by a waiter, Eriri and Elf took seats at an empty table.
Their entrance immediately drew the attention of every other diner present.
Ignoring the curious stares, the two picked up their menus and began to browse through them.
A waiter stood quietly nearby, waiting patiently for their orders without interrupting.
"Eriri-nee, have you decided what to get?" Elf asked curiously, setting her menu down.
Eriri didn't reply right away. She continued flipping through the pages until she reached the end, then said casually:
"Hmm, I'll have the charcoal-grilled sirloin wagyu steak and the Italian beetroot soup—those two will do."
Elf nodded right away, then raised her hand to call the waiter over.
"I'll take one charcoal-grilled sirloin wagyu steak, one Italian beetroot soup, one steamed egg with sea urchin, foie gras, and caviar, and one Italian seafood gratin."
Elf fluently recited all four dishes in French to the waiter, who was clearly a native speaker.
Though she hadn't even attended middle school, Elf was proficient in eight languages—French being one of them.
"Très bien, please wait a moment," the waiter replied politely in French before heading off to place their order.
Because it was lunchtime and the restaurant seemed quite popular, every table in the hall was occupied. Had they arrived a little later, they might not have found seats.
With the crowd, their food took nearly twenty minutes to arrive.
...
A few minutes later, Elf glanced at Eriri's plate, where about a third of the steak was already gone, then looked at the fork in Eriri's hand. She swallowed subconsciously.
"Eriri-nee, how's the steak? Can I have a bite?"
"Of course you can."
"Then I want you to feed me!"
Eriri smiled faintly at Elf Yamada's request—she could easily see through the little elf's thoughts. But she didn't refuse. Instead, she cut a piece of steak, speared it with her fork, and brought it to Elf's lips.
"Here, open up. Ah~"
"Ah~"
Elf obediently opened her mouth and took both the steak and the fork into her mouth in one go.
In the next instant, her delicate face bloomed with happiness, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as if she had just tasted the most exquisite delicacy in the world.
Of course, it wasn't the flavor of the steak that made her so happy. No matter how good this restaurant's steak was, it couldn't compare to the ones cooked by Aoi Kujou.
What truly thrilled her was that Eriri had personally fed her—and that she had used Eriri's fork.
"Does it taste good?"
Eriri smiled softly, her eyes filled with playful amusement. That knowing gaze made Elf blush even deeper, but instead of retreating, it only spurred her on.
"It's delicious!" Elf nodded enthusiastically before counterattacking in kind.
"Eriri-nee, you have to try the steamed egg I ordered!"
Without hesitation, Elf scooped a spoonful of steamed egg with her own spoon and held it up to Eriri's lips.
Eriri didn't hesitate either—she accepted the bite, the spoon still glistening with the trace of Elf's saliva.
When Elf withdrew the spoon, it now carried a faint sheen of Eriri's own.
Unable to resist, she immediately took another small spoonful for herself, as if afraid that any trace of Eriri's saliva might vanish.
From then on, the two fell into a rhythm—Elf would feed Eriri a bite of steamed egg or seafood gratin, and each time, she would promptly lick the spoon clean afterward.
Her intention was obvious—she refused to let even a single drop of Eriri's saliva go to waste.
Since Elf was being so openly bold, Eriri didn't hold back either. By the end of the meal, nearly half of her steak and soup had ended up in Elf's stomach.
The two didn't bother hiding their affectionate behavior; they fed each other right there in the open, unconcerned with the stares of others.
The other diners were visibly shocked—such open intimacy was rare, even for couples.
In their eyes, these two stunningly beautiful girls were undoubtedly a pair of deeply affectionate lovers.
Time passed quickly. Half an hour later, Eriri and Elf finally finished lunch and stepped out of the French restaurant.
Their connection had clearly deepened during the meal. Though they hadn't formally confirmed their relationship, it already felt like they had.
"Eriri-nee, let's go to the Akihabara shopping complex next!" Elf said sweetly, hugging Eriri's arm and leaning close like a spoiled child.
Eriri gave her a fond smile, reaching out to pinch her cheek lightly.
"Alright, let's go."
The two returned to Akihabara, spending the afternoon wandering together hand in hand—a true date in every sense.
By the time the clock struck five, they finally left the district, their Storage Systems packed with countless figures and ACG merchandise.
"Eriri-nee, can you stay over tonight?"
In the back seat of the taxi, Elf clung tightly to Eriri, her face filled with anticipation.
Eriri wrapped an arm around her shoulders and nodded with a soft smile.
"Of course. I wasn't planning on going back tonight anyway."
"Yay!"
Elf cheered loudly, throwing one hand into the air in triumph. Her excited outburst caught the attention of the female driver—but after glancing at them once in the rearview mirror, the driver quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.
To avoid becoming too distracted by Eriri's beauty and risking dangerous driving, the taxi's female driver deliberately avoided looking at her in the rearview mirror.
"So, let's have dinner at home tonight," Elf Yamada said brightly. "I'll let you taste my own cooking!"
"Sure, I'll be looking forward to it."
"Leave it to me!"
Elf's heart was full of energy and excitement—she could hardly wait to get back to the villa.
Since she already had plenty of ingredients at home, there was no need to stop by the supermarket. She simply told the driver to take them straight back.
Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the villa. After paying the fare, Elf eagerly grabbed Eriri's hand and pulled her inside.
Meanwhile, the driver sat motionless in her seat, watching Eriri's graceful silhouette disappear through the door. Only after the two girls were completely out of sight did she sigh softly, then start the engine again and drive off to continue her day.
...
"Eriri-nee, I'm going to take a bath. Do you want to join me?"
As someone who loved baths, that was naturally the first thing Elf did upon returning home. Even though she hadn't broken a sweat, spending the day out left her wanting to refresh herself.
As for whether cooking later might get her messy—she didn't care. She would just bathe again before bed anyway.
"You go ahead. I'll watch some TV in the living room."
"Alright."
Though a little disappointed, Elf nodded obediently and skipped happily back to her room.
Eriri settled onto the sofa in the upstairs living room and switched on the television.
Half an hour later, Elf emerged from her bedroom, moving with light, graceful steps like an elf.
When Eriri looked up and saw her outfit, a hint of surprise appeared on her face.
"How do I look? Pretty? Sexy?" Elf asked proudly, twirling in front of her.
Her smooth, fair skin gleamed under the lights—because all she was wearing was a single white apron.
The legendary naked apron.
"Not bad. Looks great," Eriri said approvingly, her gaze openly admiring the view.
"Hehe, I knew you'd like it. Naked aprons are the best!" Elf said cheerfully, making no effort to hide herself from Eriri's gaze.
When it came to someone she liked, Elf was bold to the point of fearlessness.
"Eriri-nee, I'll go make dinner now. You keep watching TV, okay?"
Without waiting for a reply, Elf turned around and walked toward the stairs, her bare back completely exposed to Eriri's eyes.
Once she disappeared from view, Eriri finally looked away with a faint smile.
Half an hour later, the sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs. Elf returned, still in her naked apron, carrying a large tray filled with dishes—all of her specialties.
Before gaining her extraordinary strength, she probably couldn't have lifted such a heavy tray, but now it was no problem at all.
"Eriri-nee, come try my cooking," she said eagerly, setting the tray down on the low table in front of the sofa.
"Looks impressive," Eriri said, her eyes scanning the dishes. Even at a glance, the plating rivaled that of the French restaurant they'd eaten at earlier.
Not that Eriri doubted the taste—Elf's cooking skills were already top-tier.
"Hehe, start with this soup first! I named it 'Spring Elf's Naked Cream Soup!'" Elf said with a mischievous grin, sitting down right beside Eriri.
She lifted the only bowl of soup from the tray, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Eriri's lips.
"Alright, I'll try it," Eriri said softly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, leaned forward gracefully, and sipped from the spoon Elf held out to her.
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