Inogashira Goro, as always, went on a business trip to an unfamiliar place to meet a customer. He walks down an unfamiliar street and looks around. He suddenly stopped and thought.

'I'm... starving...'

In his heart, the sound of a drum 'dung-dung-dung' resounds.

'Alright, let's look for a restaurant.'

he looks around Suddenly, a small restaurant caught my eye on this unfamiliar street.

'Well, I haven't really thought about what to eat today, so let's move lightly. Maybe we can have a nice meal.'

Goro opened the door with the open signboard and entered the restaurant.

"excuse me."

"Ah, sorry... I was lost in thought..." He clears his throat and straightens his tie. "I'd like to see your menu, please."

"Thank you." Inogashira looked at the menu carefully. "Hmmm..." He took his time reading each item, looking for something familiar but not too ordinary, and with a harmonious variety without overlapping flavors, aromas or ingredients. He frowned occasionally, thinking deeply about his choice. Finally, he closed the menu and looked at the mastér.

"I'll have... uh..." he paused briefly to avoid stumbling over his words as he often does "...a set of the day."

*Takes a seat at the bar table and waits patiently for his meal. His mind wanders back to the menu and he begins to silently critique each dish. He absent-mindedly taps his fingers on the wooden surface of the table in time with his internal monologue about the meal, occasionally glancing at the kitchen to check if his food is almost ready.

"Ah... thank you..." He looked at the food on the plate and took a deep breath, savoring the aroma before finally starting to eat in silence. He carefully placed each bite into his mouth, chewing slowly and methodically as he analyzed the taste and texture of each ingredient. His eyebrows furrowed occasionally when he tasted something especially noteworthy or unexpected, and his lips pursed in appreciation at the perfectly cooked fish and tender vegetables. He ate with an almost obsessive focus, hardly acknowledging the mastér's presence nearby. Once he had finished eating, he took another sip of oolong tea to cleanse his palate and sat back with a satisfied sigh, continuing to quietly muse over the meal in his head as he waited for the check.

Inogashira hesitates, unsure if he should share his thoughts. Finally, he decides to be honest and diplomatic at the same time. "It was... interesting. Unique flavors, yet harmonious. I particularly enjoyed the miso soup and the fish." He pauses, taking another sip of tea. "However, there were moments where I thought some dishes could have benefited from a touch more seasoning or perhaps less oil in execution."

"But overall," he continues with a slight smile, "it was quite satisfactory."

He blinks, momentarily thrown off by the compliment and looking slightly taken aback before regaining his composure with a soft chuckle. "Well, thank you. I appreciate your kind words." Glances at the check again. "May I see that please?"

"Ah, thank you." Goro quickly scans through the bill and reaches for his wallet to retrieve several bills, carefully counting out the appropriate amount before handing it over to the mastér. "Here you are," he says simply. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." Then, with one final nod of appreciation in the mastér's direction, he stands up ready exits the restaurant

He stops, hesitates briefly, surprised and intrigued at the offer. He looks back at the mastér with a mixture of curiosity and caution before deciding to indulge just this once. "Alright... I suppose that won't hurt. Thank you for the kind invitation." *His eyebrows furrow slightly as he wonders what sort of "meal" could possibly be left to offer after such an extensive main course, but nonetheless follows along willingly and silently, eager to see where this unexpected treat might lead him.

*His curiosity piqued, he follows along silently as the femboy leads him through a dimly lit hallway and into what appears to be a private dining area. There are only two tables set up here, both adorned with fine linens and elegantly arranged cutlery. The mastér guides Goro over to one of them and gestures for him to sit down, before moving to the other side and taking his own seat across from him.

"So," he says with a sultry smile, "what would you like to try tonight?"

His eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the mastér clad in revealing lingerie. His cheeks flush a deep red color, and his throat bobs up and down as he swallows heavily. For a moment, he forgets how to speak; then, finding his voice again, he rasps hoarsely "I... I'd like that."

There is an almost primal hunger in his tone, something animalistic and raw. He looks at the mastér with unhidden lust, no longer even trying to hide his admiration for their body or desire for them. This unexpected turn of events has completely thrown him off guard, but he isn't complaining; on the contrary, it feels like a gift from the gods of culinary delight.

"You have no idea..." he breathes out before gently reaching across the table to caress the femboy's thigh, feeling the smooth flesh beneath his fingertips. "This... this is beyond anything I could have imagined." His voice drops even lower as he becomes more bold in his touch, sliding his hand higher up their leg while his other hand trails over their chest and shoulder.

"Mmhmm..." the femboy moans softly, arching into his touch. "I've been wanting to do this all night." He leans forward, offering a taste of a berry from one of the desserts on the table. "Here... try this." His lips brush against Goro's as he feeds him the sweet morsel.

Panting slightly, Goro's eyes trail down to where the femboy is looking and catches sight of his own fingers still curled around their cock through the lace. He gives it a gentle stroke, feeling the heat and rigidity beneath his fingertips. "I could offer... this..." he whispers hoarsely before leaning forward to wrap his lips around the length, drawing back momentarily to suck softly on it while keeping eye contact with the femboy. His free hand continues to trail teasingly over their body, searching for any other erogenous zones that need attention.

Breaking their intense gaze, he reaches out to guide the femboy's head between his legs until they're close enough to feel their warm breath on his skin. "Here," he whispers huskily, spreading their lips and exposing himself fully. "Take it..." He shudders with desire as the femboy begins lapping at him hungrily.

The mastér leans in closer, tongue flickering against his flesh as they taste every inch of him, teasing and pleasuring him expertly. Goro throws his head back, moaning loudly as waves of pleasure wash over him, his hips arching upwards involuntarily seeking more contact with the feminine touch that feels so good against his body. "Ah...," he gasps out softly before falling silent once again, focusing all of his energy on this newfound culinary delight.

Mesmerized by the sight and feel of the femboy's mouth on him, Goro loses all coherent thought save for the sensation of pleasure coursing through his body. He arches his back further, moaning loudly as he begins to thrust shallowly into their mouth, desperate for release. His hands grip tightly at the femboy's hair, guiding them even deeper onto him as he chases his climax.

"Ah... ahh..." he cries out hoarsely, the word sounding more like a plea than an expression of pleasure. His hips buck violently against the pressure as his orgasm overtakes him, hot cum spilling down the femboy's throat and covering their chin and neck.

Finally spent, he collapses back into the chair, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. "That..." he man

With his breath finally returning, Goro looks up at the femboy with eyes that gleam like those of a predator. He doesn't hesitate; he knows what he wants and takes it without remorse. His strong hands grip the femboy's hips firmly as he position himself behind them. "I'm ready," he growls before pressing forward, sliding his length deep inside their wet heat.

His thrusts are hard and fast, echoing through the quiet room as he takes what he wants with a savage hunger that borders on primal. He doesn't care about being quiet or considerate; all that matters is the sensation of flesh against flesh and the climax that feels inevitably close.

"Fuck," he grunts, breathing heavily as sweat drips down his forehead. "You feel so good." The pained moans from the femboy only

moisten his own flesh and send waves of pleasure coursing through his body as well. With each thrust, he feels closer to the edge and knows that soon enough, there will be no holding back this orgasm either. "I'm going to cum," he growls into the femboy's ear before arching his back violently, thrusting one last time as he spills his seed deep inside them.

As his climax subsides and his breath finally returns to normal, Goro leans forward, kisses the femboy tenderly on the cheek and whispers softly in their ear, "Thank you."

"I will," Goro murmurs dreamily as he leans in to press another lingering kiss against the mastér's soft skin. "And I look forward to it." His eyes are glazed over with satisfaction and a deep, contented haze as he gently withdraws from their body and slips off the chair, gathering his clothes around himself. With one final glance back at the still-breathless mastér, he turns to leave the room, heading out into the night in search of another culinary adventure.

After taking one last look back at the place where he had such an... interesting dinner and leaving generous tips behind for everyone involved, Goro decides to go home. He takes a long, hot bath to clean himself up from head to toe before retiring to his bed. As he lies there, still reeling from tonight's events, he can't help but wonder what new culinary delights tomorrow might bring.

Goro, still feeling the effects of last week's encounter, can't help but feel drawn back to the spot. He savors the memory of every bite and touch, each sensation as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. As he stands before the restaurant, his heart races and his breath hitches. It's almost too much for him to bear; he longs for that same kind of connection once again.

Finally, mustering up all the courage he can find, Goro pushes open the door and steps inside. The familiar scent of cooking food fills his nose, making his mouth water instantly. His eyes dart around, searching for a familiar face or any signs of what tonight's menu might hold in store for him.

His heart leaps into his throat when he spots the mastér standing at the counter, looking just as alluring and enticing as ever. Without another thought, Goro walks over to them, hoping that perhaps this time... perhaps tonight... they'll notice him too.

Goro swallows hard. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he stammers out, "Both..." His voice is hoarse, almost desperate-sounding. "I... I'd like to taste whatever you have... and perhaps... experience something a bit more... intimate." He hesitates, looking down at the floor, hoping that his meaning isn't too obvious.

The mastér chuckles softly, arching an eyebrow playfully. "Well, I think we can arrange that for you." They lean in close, their breath tickling Goro's ear as they whisper seductively, "Come with me, big boy."

Picking up his menu, Goro studies it carefully, his heart racing with anticipation and desire. He can feel the femboy's eyes on him, and he knows that whatever he chooses will be especially delicious tonight. Finally, he decides on a light appetizer of smoked salmon tartare with capers and crème fraîche before moving onto the main course: seared duck breast served over a bed of sautéed spinach and roasted sweet potatoes, finished off with a tangy citrus glaze.

For dessert, he goes for something sweet yet light - an assortment of fresh berries topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of mint leaves. As the mastér takes his order, Goro looks up at them, his gaze intense and hungry. "I hope you're prepared to satisfy me tonight," he whispers huskily

With a knowing smile tugging at his lips, he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of his chilled oolong tea, watching the mastér retreat into the kitchen with an air of practiced confidence that only adds to their allure. He knows it's going to be a memorable night. As he waits for the food to arrive, his thoughts drift back to last week and the incredible meal they had shared... The anticipation building inside him is almost unbearable.

Finally, the mastér reappears from the kitchen, carrying a serving tray laden with Goro's dinner. He places it carefully on the table in front of Goro before taking his seat opposite, their eyes meeting and holding as they wait for him to begin. With trembling hands, he picks up his fork and knife and delicately slices into the duck breast, relishing

relishing the savory flavors that explode in his mouth with every bite. He closes his eyes, taking in the taste as the duck meat melts away on his tongue and blends seamlessly with the sweetness of the spinach and potatoes beneath it. The tangy citrus glaze provides a perfect contrast, cutting through the richness of the dish and leaving him wanting more. Each bite is an experience in itself, and he finds himself lost in the moment as he eats.

When he finally manages to tear his attention away from the main course long enough to sample the assortment of berries for dessert, he's rewarded with a symphony of flavors dancing across his tongue - sweet yet tart fruits paired perfectly with creamy whipped cream and refreshing mint leaves. It's the perfect ending to an incredible meal.

As he pushes

As he pushes away his empty plate with a satisfied sigh, Goro lets out a contented groan that resonates through the quiet dining room. The mastér, who has been watching him intently throughout the meal, chuckles softly and leans in closer. "Are you... done?" they ask teasingly, their voice low and husky.

Goro's eyes flutter closed for a moment as he tries to catch his breath. "Mmhmm," he manages to say between wet, heavy breaths. "That was... incredible." His cheeks flush pink with embarrassment at having been caught staring quite so openly. He turns away slightly, coughing into his hand to hide the telltale blush.

The mastér watches him for a moment before leaning back in their own chair, amusement dancing in their eyes. "Well," they say

Goro clears his throat awkwardly and adjusts his seat. "Well," he begins hesitantly, "thank you again for such an incredible meal. It was... unforgettable." His gaze drifts to the table, then back up to meet the mastér's eyes. "I don't know if it was because of everything that happened last week, or just your natural talent, but..." He trails off, unsure how much more to say.

The mastér tilts their head to the side, studying him carefully. "You mean because you had a... special experience with me?" They let out a low laugh before continuing. "Don't worry, it wasn't just me. The pleasure was all mine as well." Their voice drops lower, taking on a more seductive tone. "I don't usually go this far for customers..."

Goro feels

Taken aback by the mastér's words and actions, Goro feels himself flush anew with heat. His heart races as he looks up at them eagerly, not sure what to expect next but knowing that he wants it regardless. "I... I'd like that," he manages to whisper before the mastér is back at his side again, leaning in close enough for their breath to brush against his ear.

"Good boy," the femboy teases lightly as they run a hand up his thigh, slowly tracing circles on his skin until it's bunched into a fist right above where he aches most. "Now be a good boy and finish your dinner."

Torn between surprise and excitement, Goro quickly follows the femboy into the VIP room. As he takes in the sight of their enticing figure on display, he can't help but feel his desire skyrocketing once more. With a sultry grin, he straddles a nearby chair, positioning himself between the mastér's spread legs as they arch back invitingly into him.

"Mmm," he moans softly before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on their inner thigh. His hands move to grip the mastér's hips firmly, pulling them closer as he begins to lap at their entrance with relish. "You taste so good." He pauses for a moment, looking up at the femboy with needful eyes. "Please... let me taste more."

Their breath hitches as Goro's words send a shiver down their sp

Moaning appreciatively at the femboy's generous offering, Goro leans forward and hungrily takes in the sight before him. He parts their legs further with a practiced hand, revealing their cock standing proudly upright, glistening with anticipation. With eager lips, he engulfs the delicate shaft into his mouth, sucking rhythmically as he moves downwards to take more of it deeper into his throat.

The mastér arches their back, crying out softly as Goro's expert tongue dances across their sensitive flesh. Their fingers tangle in his hair, guiding him even further as they lose themselves in the sensations coursing through their body. "Ah... so good," they breathe, rocking their hips against his face in time with each draw of air into his lungs.

His eyes drift down between their legs as they feel the femboy's words resonating deep within him. He hesitates for a moment, pulling back from the cock in his mouth and considering their offer. The desire to taste them in a different way is strong, but there's something about the taste of them on his tongue now that he's not willing to give up so easily.

With a groan, he decides against moving further down and instead focuses on taking the cock deeper into his mouth, sucking hard while massaging the tender sac with his thumb. The mastér cries out at this new sensation, bucking their hips upwards even harder as pleasure washes over them in waves. Goro tightens his grip on the femboy's hips and begins thrusting his tongue in rhythm with his sucking, drawing the moans of satisfaction from between their parted lips

As the mastér continues to buck their hips against his face, he can feel their desire growing, translating into a sudden surge of pre-cum filling his mouth. The taste is sweeter now, more intense, and it drives him wild with need. Unable to contain himself any longer, Goro pulls back slightly before pushing the soft cock deeper into his throat, swallowing hard around it as he feels the tip brush against the back of his mouth.

His tongue dances over the sensitive skin, teasing and pleasuring as he sucks vigorously on their cock. The mastér's cries of pleasure grow louder with each passing second, their body tensing as they approach orgasm. Goro feels his own release building deep within him, a tight ache spreading low in his belly. With one final hard suck and a sharp pull on the femboy'

Moaning around the cock in his mouth, Goro feels himself about to lose control as he savors the taste and the feel of the femboy beneath him. With every thrust of their hips against his face and every grunt they let out, he sinks deeper into his own pleasure, closer and closer to the edge. His free hand finds purchase on one of the mastér's firm ass cheeks, squeezing tightly as he prepares for what promises to be an explosive release.

With a final thrust of their hips against him, the femboy cries out, their body tensing and releasing in an intense spasm as they come hard over his tongue. As the last waves of pleasure wash over them, Goro feels his own orgasm building to a fever pitch, drawing him under with irresistible force. His throat fills with the taste of their cum as he lets out a

Trembling with need and desire, Goro withdraws his mouth from the femboy's cock and quickly moves lower between their spread legs. He positions himself at their entrance, one hand braced against the table for leverage as he pushes in hard, feeling the tight heat of their body yield slightly before closing around him like a velvet glove.

His hips snap forward, driving him deeper still, and with each thrust his eyes meet the mastér's, seeing the reflection of passion and desire mirrored there. They arch their back, moaning as he hits the sweet spot over and over again, pushing them ever closer to the edge. Their fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him onward in a primal dance of pleasure and release.