Cake Cookbang After the Yoga Broadcast (3)
After the yoga stream, it was time for the cake cookbang (3) ♥
The Queen tasted the whipped cream clinging to her fingers, then turned her gaze on me.
“It’s delicious.”
“I-it really feels like I’ve turned into a cake now…”
Her tongue, which had been licking the cream in small, deliberate strokes, slid upward and tapped my shoulder.
“Arms up.”
“Yes…”
I lifted my arms, exposing my pale armpits. The moment her warm breath touched them, goosebumps prickled across my skin.
“Hngh… Are you really going to lick my armpits?”
“Of course. You kept spreading them and tempting me, didn’t you?”
“It’s going to tickle so much…”
Slurp. Sluuurp. Sluuup…
Her tongue danced across my skin, and my arms began to tremble uncontrollably.
“Haa… mmmh…”
Little by little, my armpits grew slick with the Queen’s saliva.
“It tickles…”
“How cute.”
She lowered my arms and this time stared straight at my face.
“…”
“There’s quite a bit on your face too.”
The Queen extended her tongue and began licking the cream from my cheeks. Slurp. Lick… The cream-coated tongue reached my ear and moved softly, sending waves of ticklishness through me. I shivered, barely able to endure it.
“Nngh! My ear…”
Yet the tickling soon melted into something far more electric.
“My slave is such a pervert. Ears aren’t enough for you, are they?”
“Huh…?”
She pressed her lips to mine like a polite knock, then kissed me. The moment I parted my lips, her tongue slipped inside and stirred everything into a sweet mess.
“Mmph… mmm…”
Saliva mixed with cream flooded my mouth. My brain is going completely white…
Suddenly the Queen pulled back and flashed an innocent, childlike smile. That smile always meant she was about to do something wicked.
“Want to try a strawberry kiss?”
“A s-strawberry kiss…?”
“Yes.”
She placed a bright red strawberry from the top of the cake between her lips and looked at me. The sight was so beautiful I felt spellbound. I leaned in first and kissed her.
“Chuu… slurp… haa…”
The strawberry crushed between our tongues, its sweetness blending with our saliva. A strawberry kiss… it’s too sweet. I could get addicted to this…
Strawberry juice trickled down from the corner of my mouth. The Queen broke the kiss to chase the trail with her tongue, then stopped at my collarbone and sucked hard enough to leave the skin flushed.
“Ha, mmmh… Th-that hurts…”
“Then I should move on to your breasts.”
She tugged the sides of my apron toward the center, fully exposing both breasts. When she peeled away the nipple covers, my pink buds sprang out, already stiff.
“My slave, your nipples are so hard.”
She scratched at the swollen peaks while studying my face.
“Aahng…!”
“I’ll make it feel even better.”
She fetched the bowl of whipped cream we’d made earlier and generously coated my nipples with the cold mixture. My body instinctively shrank back.
“Mmm…”
“I wonder what it tastes like?”
Slurp. Suck. Sluuuurp…
The Queen devoured my cream-covered nipples without restraint.
“Hngh… haaang!”
This was dangerous. The cream and saliva mixed into something impossibly sticky.
“Delicious. So sweet it’s making me excited.”
Now that she had a taste for it, she smeared both breasts with cream and massaged them with both hands.
“Mm… mmmh…”
“This is fun. It feels like making ice cream.”
“Q-Queen… it’s cold…”
“Just a moment~”
She took the chilled breasts into her warm mouth and licked them eagerly. The temperature contrast made the inside of her mouth feel scorching.
“Haaaaang…”
The tingling sensation spread rapidly through my body. I couldn’t stop shaking, and my breathing grew ragged.
“Hngh… Q-Queen…”
I already felt like I was going to come.
“U-um… I…”
The Queen pinched and rubbed the other cream-covered nipple.
“Hoo… huuung… If you keep tormenting just my nipples like that…”
Without answering, she moved both her fingers and tongue even faster.
“I’m… I’m coming…!”
My tensed body went completely limp.
“Uuu…”
“My slave, you came without me even touching you down here?”
“Th-the cream is too powerful…”
“You perverted bitch.”
The Queen offered me her cream-smeared hand.
“Clean it.”
“Yes, my Queen…”
I sucked each finger slowly, savoring the sweet taste of the cream.
“That expression is beautiful. I want to see more of it.”
The fingers still in my mouth began to move wildly. I couldn’t swallow fast enough; saliva spilled down my chin.
“Huuung… hum…”
The Queen withdrew her fingers with a seductive smile. A thin, glistening strand stretched between my lips and her fingertips before it snapped.
“Haa… huu…”
“Come here.”
She stripped off my panties, lifted me effortlessly, and sat me on the edge of the sink.
“Tongue out.”
“Yesss…”
I stuck my tongue out and wrapped my legs tightly around her waist.
“You perverted bitch, acting all needy.”
“K-kiss me please…”
“Wait a moment.”
The Queen filled her mouth with whipped cream and began kissing me again. Wet, squelching sounds of cream echoed throughout the studio.
“Mmph… huuung…”
The kiss ended once all the cream had been shared and swallowed.
“Haaa… haaauuu… haa…”
“Cream kisses are fun. We’ll have to try other things next time.”
I stared hungrily at the Queen’s chest through her clothes.
“Queen… I want to cover you in cream and lick you too…”
“Go ahead, then.”
She crossed her arms, pulled her t-shirt off in one smooth motion, and revealed her bra-clad breasts. No matter how many times I saw them, my heart still threatened to burst.
“W-wowww…”
I tightened my legs around her and buried my face between those soft mounds.
“So impatient. I haven’t even taken the bra off yet.”
“Huuung… hum…”
“There. All done.”
I immediately began licking the pale, exposed skin.
“My slave~ We were supposed to use cream, remember?”
“…Ah.”
With trembling hands I scooped up a generous amount of cream and spread it across her breasts. The sight of her beautiful body covered in white was too much to resist. I licked at her like an eager puppy.
The combination of soft flesh and sweet cream made my head throb.
“Huu… hoo…”
Slurp. Suck. Lick…
Wanting more of that sensation, I took her nipple into my mouth and rolled it like candy.
“My slave, you like it that much?”
“Yes… I love it so much…”
My mind was drowning in ecstasy. I looked up at her with a flushed face.
“Q-Queen…”
“Yes?”
“After touching your breasts so much… my heart keeps pounding…”
Just saying it out loud made me shy; my voice shook.
“N-now… please touch my pussy…”
“You perverted bitch.”
The Queen slipped her hand under my apron and gently stroked me.
“Huuung…”
“You’re soaked.”
Two slick fingers slid inside me. Not satisfied with just my legs, I wrapped both arms around her neck.
“Haauut… Q-Queen. I love you…”
“I love you too, my slave.”
She kissed my forehead, then began pumping her fingers faster. Squish, squish, squish. The fingers curled upward, scraping against my inner walls near my belly.
“Huuung… huuu… haaaa…!”
The lewd pleasure surging through my lower belly made my hips buck on their own. My head grew hazy, overwhelmed by ecstasy.
“I-I’m going to come…”
“Look at me.”
“Mmm, ngh… ha, haaaaaang!!!”
The Queen held my chin and drank in every detail of my climax face.
“Good girl. My slave.”
“Huuuung… yes…”
I rested my chin on her shoulder, lost in the lingering waves of pleasure. Meanwhile, the Queen untied her apron strings and let it fall away.
“Are you… going to keep going…?”
“Yes.”
Before I could even catch my breath, she spread cold cream over my exposed pussy. The contrast against my heated folds made my body twitch uncontrollably.
“Huuung…”
The Queen knelt down and gazed at my cream-covered pussy with open hunger.
“It’s beautiful. It looks exactly like a strawberry buried in whipped cream.”
“Th-then… please enjoy it…”
Even after saying it, embarrassment flooded me and I had to look away from her gaze for a long moment.
She moved her tongue slowly, like someone savoring expensive ice cream.
“Mmm… ah. Aah…”
The cream warmed against my body and mixed with my juices, dripping down. Seeing that, the Queen sealed her lips over my folds and sucked hard—slurp, sluuuurp—the lewd sounds loud enough to fill the room.
“Haaung… haaaa…”
When she saw me swaying, she laced our fingers together tightly. Holding the Queen’s hand like this is going to drive me insane… my brain is melting…
Then her tongue wriggled its way inside me. The slippery, invasive feeling made my pelvis quiver.
“Mmph! Q-Queen…!”
Her grip on my interlaced fingers tightened even more. I couldn’t move at all, as if I’d been bound.
Slurp, slurp, sluuuurp, lick…
Her tongue moved more aggressively inside me.
“Haang, haa, ha… Q-Queen… I’m… again…”
My walls clenched around her tongue on their own, desperate for stronger stimulation.
“I’m coming…!!”
Pleasure bloomed across my entire body. My toes, dangling in the air, curled tightly.
A little while later, I lay sprawled beautifully across the sink, strength completely gone from my waist. Even then, my lower lips continued to drip a mixture of cream and arousal, as if saying they wanted more.
“My slave, I received your birthday present well.”
“Heeung…”
A few days later, on the Queen’s birthday.
I woke up before her, carefully slipping out of bed without waking her. I planned to surprise her by wearing a maid outfit.
“...?”
Was that the Queen’s laughter I just heard, or was I imagining it?
I hurried to the dressing room and changed into a sleeveless maid uniform.
Today we’re going with a maid concept.
I returned to the bedroom and gently shook the still-sleeping Queen awake.
“Hmm~”
When she saw me, the Queen let out a soft chuckle.
“I wondered what you were up to. So you put on a maid outfit.”
“Huk… I was trying to surprise you.”
What now? Had I ruined the surprise gift?
“No, I was genuinely surprised. Thank you so much.”
“Queen. You said you’d start the birthday stream this morning, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything I can help with?”
A casual buildup to a collaboration stream.
“Then wear the cat-ear headband…”
She looked at me with a bright, playful smile.
“And mimic a cat during the broadcast.”
I’m so fucked, nya.