He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Pretending to be too hot, she pulled up her collar again, showing herself off to Shirakawa.

Then I picked up a big chopstick of noodles and slurped it up.

The little head kept bobbing up and down, constantly changing its angle.

With seductive eyes, she ate with great relish.

During their nighttime battle in the bedroom, Shirakawa had seen this expression on her face and understood what she was implying.

Looking at Sakura eating her rather lewd meal beside him, Shirakawa glanced at his own bowl of ramen, which was just clear broth and bland, and instantly felt it tasteless.

"Um, Sakura-sama."

Sakura heard Shirakawa calling her, so she bit off a piece of the noodle, chewed and swallowed it, and even touched her lips with her finger.

"What's wrong, Shirakawa-nii?"

"Could I try a bite of your ramen?"

Not only because Sakura was thoroughly enjoying her meal, but also because Shirakawa wanted to figure out if his sense of taste was still intact.

"Phew, there's just no way to deal with Shirakawa-san."

Sakura picked up the noodles and scooped them into her soup spoon.

Come on, ah~~~

From Shirakawa's perspective, Sakura squinted her eyeshadow-covered eyes, smiled slightly, her cheeks flushed from the spiciness, and the sweat on her body glistened under the light, sliding down her collarbone to her cleavage.

Shirakawa couldn't help but marvel at her cuteness.

"Ah~~ Mmm~~" Shirakawa opened his mouth wide and ate the noodles.

"Hehe, such a good-natured Shirakawa-nii~~"

......

It felt like Sakura was feeding a puppy.

No, forget about dogs for now. Why does this noodle dish, which has so much spice added, still have no flavor?

This...this is impossible!

"Hey, Cecilia, why does my food taste bland?"

At this point, it's probably still related to her blood.

"Huh? What do you mean? I can't taste the flavor of human food, so you can't either?" Cecilia asked in surprise.

"Yes."

“Well, maybe it’s a side effect of the blood,” Cecilia replied.

This blood can give Shirakawa the ability to persuade, and it can also make him more charming, but it can also bring him side effects.

"Then, what should we do?"

Am I destined to spend my entire life without a sense of taste?

Before transmigrating, he had never eaten anything good. After transmigrating, Shirakawa wanted to earn money to eat some fancy meals, like Boston lobster and caviar...

"Well, please accept my condolences."

For hundreds of years, Cecilia has been unable to taste human food. Having lost his sense of taste, Shirakawa's question to Cecilia is like asking a eunuch to treat yw.

She couldn't offer any solutions either.

However, she could taste the flavor of lust.

Shirakawa looked dejected and somewhat disappointed.

Sakura also noticed this.

Could it be that Shirakawa-san doesn't like ramen and only came along because he was reluctant to?

No, my last date with Shirakawa ended badly because of Akiyama's interference. This time, I must make sure Shirakawa has a good time.

We need to cheer up Shirakawa-san.

Sakura quietly stepped her left foot onto her right shoe, took off the shoe, then lifted her leg and, through her trousers, gently pressed it against Shirakawa's holy sword.

Shirakawa felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his body jolted violently.

"Brother Shirakawa, you're eating my noodles, so I want to eat yours too." Sakura emphasized the word "noodles."

The little feet rubbed together incessantly, like a little servant trying his best to please the master of the holy sword.

"Hey, Sakura, stop fooling around, this is a public place." Shirakawa pressed down hard on his gun and looked around.

People were coming and going, and fortunately no one noticed what was happening under the table.

"Okay, I'll listen to Shirakawa-nii." Sakura pulled her little feet back, her soles seemingly still warm from Shirakawa-nii's touch.

"Um, Shirakawa-nii, I told Mom I don't have to go home tonight~" Sakura whispered.

214. Short Stories from the Movie Theater

Aren't you going home tonight...?

Shirakawa knew what Sakura was implying, but because of the succubus blood flowing in his veins, he was no longer very resistant to matters of male-female interaction and could face them more openly.

To put it bluntly, he's no longer that naive young man who blushes easily based on mere fantasies.

"Brother Shirakawa~ I said, I don't have to go home tonight..." Sakura repeated angrily, still thinking that Brother Shirakawa had completely lost interest in her body.

Her cheeks, slightly flushed from the spiciness, puffed up a little in anger. She had secretly taken quite a few of the vegetables and fruits her mother had bought for training today.

She had carefully studied the video her friend sent her, and she was confident that she could achieve that body position today.

Of course, Nikaido will also come to help later. This is a condition that Sakura and Nikaido agreed on, to work together to take Shirakawa away from her sister.

However, we need to keep this a secret from Shirakawa-san for now...

"Mm." Shirakawa nodded, then took another big bite of ramen and drank several spoonfuls of soup.

It was still tasteless and bland. You could only taste the chewy texture of the noodles, but there was no flavor at all. The white noodle soup tasted like colorless and tasteless boiled water.

Most importantly, I still didn't feel full at all; it was as if I hadn't eaten anything.

On the contrary, Shirakawa was really tempted by Sakura sitting opposite him, who was covered in sweat.

"Cessia, am I going to turn into a vampire or a zombie? Why am I not feeling full after eating, and I'm still so hungry when I see Sakura?" Shirakawa continued to ask telepathically.

"Well, you'll find out in a bit."

It wasn't that Cecilia insisted on keeping it a secret, but rather that she was afraid that if she told Shirakawa, he wouldn't be able to accept it immediately.

It seems that Shirakawa's hunger can only be relieved by absorbing the so-called power of desire, just like Cecilia did...

"Hey, stop being so mysterious, just tell me already!"

Secia did not reply.

Sakura was quite unhappy to see Shirakawa, who kept disconnecting and spacing out. She pouted and slurped her noodles with her head down.

Shirakawa stared at the large lump of tasteless carbohydrates in his bowl and lost his appetite as well.

After a while.

"Phew~ I'm full." Sakura rubbed her tummy contentedly, with some ramen chili oil broth still on the corner of her mouth.

I took out some tissues and wiped the sweat off my body.

"Let's go see a movie." Shirakawa didn't want to stay here any longer.

Everyone was enjoying the food with great satisfaction, but Shirakawa couldn't taste it, which left him feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Hey, Shirakawa-nii is wasting food," Sakura said, pointing to the half-eaten ramen in Shirakawa's bowl.

Although Sakura spent money lavishly, Kana also earnestly taught her not to waste food.

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today..." Shirakawa looked troubled.

It's true that I have the will but not the ability.

"Ok."

Next time, let's go to a dessert shop or a Western restaurant.

The two walked out of the ramen shop arm in arm. The moon was already high in the sky, and night had fallen.

At night, the streets are brightly lit with colorful neon lights, making the commercial area even more prosperous.

Shirakawa and Sakura strolled to the movie theater together, with Sakura going to the ticket counter to pick up the movie tickets she had booked in advance.

Shirakawa glanced at the movie title on the ticket.

My Neighbor's Big Brother Fell in Love with Me (Theatrical Version).

So this is the show she's always loved watching...

Sakura had also bought popcorn and cola, and the two entered the venue together.

The screening room was filled with young couples, all whispering sweet nothings to each other, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of romance.