Chapter 257 – 240 Post-Womb Omakase (3)

“The first table omakase is being prepared~.”

Crack, thump. Swoosh, swoosh.

Umi’s eyes narrow as she hears the sound of the knife being cut on the cutting board.

This place… ?

My vision shines brightly, and an unfamiliar ceiling comes into view.

Did I doze off for a moment?

No.

Until recently, Umi was having a great time at an unlimited refill sushi restaurant with her companions.

So why do I wake up in a place like this now?

While the memories from before flow in like a flash of light.

“… Hehe?”

I am enthralled by the neat appearance of the chefs beyond my field of vision.

This is not on the table where we were sitting just moments ago, but inside the kitchen where food is being busily prepared.

When Umi realizes why she is here, her body temperature suddenly cools down.

“Oh my, this can’t be right…” And again, the transformation technique… !”

Umi just rolled her eyes over the motionless body and checked the condition of her body.

“… !”

My body lying in the middle of the kitchen.

Both arms are stretched out as if shouting three cheers,

The legs are spread wide apart, unable to cover up any of the embarrassing parts.

As always.

She is naked without even a single thread on.

“Ah, ah… !!”

No. Strictly speaking, it is not exactly naked.

That’s because colorful raw fish are placed on top of Umi’s naked body.

“Uh, uh, ahhh…” !!”

It’s as if Umi’s body becomes a pure white painting.

It’s like a competition to see how much prettier the decorations can be.

“Table 1. “Amberjack and aged eel marinated in garlic soy sauce.”

“Hi!”

With delicious plating skills.

A full set of [Omakase] Using Umi’s body as a vessel is being prepared!

I turn my head to the cold feeling on my chest.

Fish meat, a beautiful combination of white and light pink, is piled up around Umi’s nipples.

“What is this… !”

The raw fish raised as if surrounding the round egg breast looks precarious as if it will fall at any moment,

Fortunately or unfortunately, Umi is stuck in a situation where she can’t move.

The eerie feeling of fresh fish on top of the skin,

It seemed like something that happened a long time ago… It was enough to make me think of the battle with the fish truck at the playground.

“Nice… Pfft… !”

I thought I would never experience something similar again.

To experience something like this not at any other place, but at the all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant where he worked part-time.

“Table 1. Aged flounder. This one has enough fat, so the chewy and nutty taste will be excellent.”

“Hi!”

With the skillful touch of a chef, the chef who will be handed the menu to be plated answers.

Both of them are people whom Umi knew while working part-time.

Even if you are not preparing omakase,

I’m sure I didn’t say that kind of skit-like dialogue… I really don’t know what it is.

Steadily.

The chef approached above Umi’s belly button.

“Kya, kyaa…” !!”

Then, without hesitation, he placed his hand on Umi’s upper chest.

Place the raw fish on top of the belly button and plate the raw fish with the round hole in the center.

“Oh, no, at least put some radish or lettuce under the raw fish… ! “If you do this, raw fish or sushi that touches your skin will become soggy due to body temperature!”

Oops. This is not it.

I got so absorbed in it without realizing it that I screamed.

In addition, eel, scallops, etc.

Omakase raw fish that even Umi had a hard time memorizing.

It is placed on Umi’s arms, legs, thighs, under the chest, and around the lower abdomen.

Umi has suddenly become a cool Nyotaimori.

“Boo… What is this?”

My skin trembles at the unpleasant coldness of the fish fillets placed on top of my body.

A visual that looks as if clothes were made from raw fish.

No, but since there is a lot more skin color, I guess it’s closer to a swimsuit.

‘… Wrong.’

Umi shook her head in her head at the random thoughts in her head.
In any case, this is something that cannot be treated even with clothes.

Because.

Even though I put so many raw fish on my body.

Nipples, groin, armpits, etc.

A uterus that was shamefully revealed.

Sensitive… This is because the area you want to cover is completely exposed.

“Tsk… !”

No, I’m not just revealing it.

For example, raw fish placed around the chest.

It’s plated in a way that surrounds Umi’s round nipples…

It looks like it could be said to be a single flower.

And near Umi’s lower abdomen, there are two shrimp marinated in soy sauce.

A shrimp with a bent back lies with its head and tail touching.

It looks like it resembles a heart tattoo.

And above the vagina where there is a little bit of pubic hair.

A piece of clam scallop.

“Well, rather than emphasizing this shamefully, it’s better to cover it up… !”

Taken.

This will be captured unconditionally.

If such a gorgeous and wonderful omakase appears along the rail,

Even if it wasn’t ordered at your own table… I will definitely take pictures!

Even if it were Umi herself, it would be the same, but it wouldn’t be any different if it were other people.

“Hi… Hi… !”

Umi’s eyes turn dark.

If it continues like this… Just like the parfait smoothie incident…

The photo of Umi turning into a naked bowl spreads on social media in no time… !

Even if.

What if Umi, who became the vessel for Nyotaimori, climaxed… ?

“… Uh, uh… No!”

Umi immediately comes to her senses.

It’s different from back then!

The inside of my pussy hole is filled with ice cream and smoothies…

It’s different from the time when the inside was scratched!

“Rain, even though… If I were to be photographed as I am now… There will be pictures that are just as embarrassing as those times… !”

Nowadays, Umi is a bowl exclusively for omakase.

It is nothing more than a vessel to beautifully decorate and place food ingredients on!

“What works is… Because it’s only raw fish in my stomach… !”

Nipples and a small clitoris.

The uterus is also twitching.

It is only a part of the vessel.

Umi thought back to herself eating her sushi just moments ago.
After the meal is over, the plate is just cleared away.

Poking an empty plate with chopsticks,

Rotate the protrusion that sticks out like a point on the left side of the empty plate.

Like eating an empty plate with your tongue, saying you want to eat even the remaining grains of rice… !

Doing something like that.

Not only does it not follow common sense,

Don’t do it even on purpose!

So.

A small nipple or clitoris surrounded by raw fish and trembling.

The entrance to the uterus has become sticky since a while ago.

The probability of touching it intentionally or accidentally is not high.

Therefore… How much does Umi have to endure,

There is only the shame and stigma of becoming a human dish!

“Just… All you have to do is endure this moment… !”

Umi rolled her eyes and looked at where she should have been.

There.

There are people in the group who are surprised and happy at the good fortune of eating omakase.

Among them, Umi is also included.

No, strictly speaking, it’s not Umi.

“… Onahol… It’s a good thing I brought it with me just in case.”

Umi closed her eyes, thinking of the Ona Hole she had taken the trouble to bring with her, fearing that it might be discovered by others.

Insurance is not just that.

Magical disguise.

The effect of the rank up.

Umi can point out a person she wants and reveal her true self.

Joo Hyuk or something… Gina senior or something…

I may be able to tell people I trust about this incident.

“… No. That’s enough.”

Umi decides to endure this incident in silence, without telling anyone else.

This event was hosted by the person himself in order to create a very harmonious situation.

It is a place created to comfort the harsh fate and create a moment of respite, even if just for a moment.

“… That, I… Because I can’t break it.”

You can’t ruin it.

That’s Umi’s Ojip created by faith and trust in colleagues.

It is a spirit of sacrifice that cannot be seen without tears… !

While Umi was making up her mind like that.

“Shari on the plate at table 1.”

“Hi!”

Words are exchanged between the chef and the chef, as if the plating has not yet been completed.

“Shari… ?”

Now that I think about it, it was like that.

Anyway, this is a sushi restaurant.

It is common to place neta (sashimi) on shari (rice) and serve it as sushi.

However, in the case of Omakase, a special meal… It’s like consideration for customers.

By providing shari and neta (raw fish) separately,

The goal was to allow customers to choose the type of gourmet food they wanted.

“Dalkak.”

As the chef goes to open the rice cooker next to him, Umi also looks away.

OK…

Pulp… !

Steam rises from inside the hot rice cooker… !

“… Hiccup!”

The biggest difference between regular low-cost conveyor belt sushi and omakase sushi.

In the case of sushi that uses frozen ingredients and competes with quantity rather than quality.

It is common for even the shari underneath to become cold.

But in fact, the recommended temperature for sushi shari is between 36 and 37 degrees, which is close to human body temperature.

Shari is used in omakase with the goal of preserving the original taste instead of low-priced sushi.

It is not cold rice because it was refrigerated or cooled at room temperature.

It can be rice that is lukewarm or still warm!

Stick, stick… !

The rice grains are skillfully separated into appropriate sizes by the chef’s hands,

In an instant, it transforms into shari that will be placed under the sushi.

Umi holds her breath as she watches the hot rice coming and going in her hands.

“Uh, uh… ! Um, where should I put that…”

What remains in your body… Not yet covered with raw fish.

Woomi is looking for an area with a large surface area.

The rolling eyeballs stop between the wide exposed armpits.

“Seo, really?”

… Isn’t it?

Let’s see the chef with a shari in his hand start walking.

Umi starts screaming like crazy even though she knows she can’t hear.

“Oh, no! “Chef, this isn’t real!”

Quickly. Umi cries as she follows the gaze of the chef standing in front of her.

“Please…” Adjust the sourness of sushi only with vinegar… Oooh… ?”

But.

I wonder if it’s a blessing in disguise.

The chef’s hand never went to Umi’s armpit.

Ugh.

“…”

The chef takes a new plate next to Umi and puts Shari aside.

I guess… It didn’t seem like hot Shari would ever get on top of Umi’s body.

“Thank goodness… ! Rice is served separately… !”

While Umi, who was anxious in many ways, sighed.

The chef and chefs seemed to have almost finished preparing the omakase to be served on the first table.

The exact center of Umi.

A flag rising above the belly button.

It’s funny that the destination, 1 table, is written as if it were a straw boat using Umi’s body.

‘Ah…’

Gulp.

Umi swallowed dry saliva.

‘This… A ridiculously vulgar little brat… I’m going to show it to everyone in the store… ?’

I make eye contact with the guests who were looking expectantly beyond the kitchen.

It feels like death already.

… Still, if nothing happens… I might be able to get through it just by being too shy.

It was a time when Umi was trying to calm her mind somehow.

“… Come to think of it, I forgot about that. “Get ready before Sarah leaves.”

“Hi!”

… Is there anything left after all this preparation?

Umi was filled with vague anxiety as she saw the chef approaching her lower body.

Speaking of magical transformation… She was relieved because there was no direct stimulation to her uterus.
What’s left… Is it coming this way?

“Ah.”

The chef checked something in his hand.

Umi’s expression becomes tinged with despair.

Rather.

So much so that I thought it would have been better to have a few pieces of suitable raw fish placed on top of the uterus.

That is.

Umi’s future lies ahead.

This is because it was something that implied that it would not be easy.

“… Wow, wasabi is not allowed. !!!”

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