As Expected, Orange Flavor
"No, fuck. This doesn't make any sense..."
"Heh..."
As I'd already confirmed through Linda, the only thing in this studio-apartment-like space was a bare-bones kitchen with nothing but ingredients—no proper tools in sight. Using fresh veggies and meat so pristine you could eat it raw, I'd whipped up something that barely qualified as cooking through a sloppy process. Linda had watched with that look—like, this retard still can't cook for shit—clucking her tongue in pity. But we were both starving to death right then, so even I, knowing the cheat-level performance of the skill-granted ability, shoveled in a spoonful half in doubt.
The disaster hit the moment the food touched my tongue. My taste buds slammed flavor data straight to my brain, and my vaccine skill kicked in automatically, treating it like a mental attack. I chucked the spoon from my hand and survived... but...
"Ehehe..."
"Crazy... You can even go into shock from food..?"
Unlike me, Linda had chewed and swallowed a full bite of the intact dish. Her eyes turned glassy like a junkie's on a high, drool leaking from her slightly parted lips.
Honestly, even with the acquired and enhanced ability, I’d felt uneasy about satisfying her with just ingredients and no tools, so I’d unconsciously gone all out. But the pathetic result compared to my effort left me dumbfounded.
"Eh... Heh..."
What’s the biggest thing you feel after eating? Fullness? Satisfaction? Instinctual satiation and fulfillment top the list, sure. But what I was vividly feeling now through Linda’s state was something else entirely—a lingering haze.
Is it really like doing drugs?
Even I, with tons of experience and hard to shock these days, sat there speechless, my mouth twitching uselessly. It perfectly demonstrated how terrifying a weapon the aftertaste and temporal lag in taste signals could be. On the floor lay a one-eyed maid in her uniform, eyes rolled back in full ahegao bliss, her whole body shuddering.
From the aftermath of her taste buds getting terrorized, a yellow stream trickled between her pale thighs—proof my cooking skill had produced top-tier results. My lips curled into a grin, but the future I'd imagined—her sweetly demanding I cook more, using it as foreplay for our first round—seemed fucked before it started. I let out a deep sigh.
"Guess I should just half-ass it from now on... Fuck. Should've known when my fingers tasted so damn good."
"Ehehe... Heuu..."
If this were just some drug trip, I could wait it out till the high faded. But this was from food—pure sensory overload from bodily signals. Every lingering crumb in her mouth made her tremble and drool; it was a real hassle.
"Hmm..."
After cleaning up the mess—table, floor, everything looked spotless again—Linda was back in place. No more shaking, but she lay sprawled with a happy smile, lost in a daze.
Somehow... this felt like too good an opportunity to waste.
I'm no saint to begin with... Can't go all the way right now, but I can do something, right?
It'd only been a day since entering this world, and with Linda right here—plus all the women and sci-fi tech I'd encounter—this was prime time. Even if not full penetration, as a man, in this situation, I'd at least stir the pot.
Better to toy with her just enough to leave her hazy and confused, rather than risk getting too into it and going too far. Heh.
A twinge of regret hit me—no full session thanks to circumstances—but fun ideas with Linda flashed in my mind, curling my lips into a smirk. Like those pornos where she vaguely senses something happened but can't pinpoint it, or her baffled reaction post-daze as she tests me with her eye ability. Sounded hilarious. I nodded firmly.
"Gotta feed her some cum first."
Couldn't stick my dick in her pussy yet, so the only option was using her eagerly munching mouth. Just imagining her state had my cock tenting my pants, stretching eagerly.
A little should be fine, right? Feels kinda like a love doll... novel.
Since awakening, I'd always had someone around, so missing out on fully enjoying Linda's body felt more like breaking a months-long edging streak for this moment. Excitement overrode thought; my hands moved, stripping her loosened clothes faster and faster.
Now her flushed face was fully exposed, along with her bare upper and lower body. Considering redressing her quick after, the maid outfit hung teasingly off her shoulders and mid-thigh, her pure white panties making my mouth water.
Maybe 'cause she was an enhanced human, or her background in physical roles—nothing excessive, but her subtle tremors as she breathed revealed a killer waistline and sleek abs. Topping them, her tits—perky and bouncy, proving why she looked flat in clothes—asserted their presence. My gaze trailed down her lower belly to orange pubes matching her hair, neatly trimmed into a cute, lewd-yet-fresh pussy waiting for me.
Squelch... drip.
"Heuu... Nngh..."
The moment I parted her bush and spread her labia with my fingers to peek inside, hot steam and a sweet aroma wafted out, honeyed nectar gushing to tempt me.
No matter how you dress it up, a pussy's a reproductive organ—hidden away, easy to neglect. Every woman has her unique scent... but...
"Trimmed bush, pussy juice smelling like oranges... she takes care of herself. Doesn't seem genetically modded... Must be special beauty products here?"
Setting aside the elven forest scent from Daphne's pussy, this straight-up nectar could've passed for orange aroma oil to an unsuspecting sniffer. My love for this world surged.
Dokgo Hwaryeon and the others who'd tasted my tongue or blowjobs would subtly sex-appeal me anytime if I didn't shut it down. Sure, I'd get head in return, but their Incubus ability made my cock's musk or cum's fishiness taste like sweet honey to them—a total raw deal for me.
"Gonna ask during sex later. Heh."
I scooped her trickling nectar—about to soak the floor—onto a finger and licked. Indescribable deliciousness hit again, the supposed beauty product converting not just smell but taste to fresh orange burst in my mouth.
If she'd chosen orange-themed products 'cause her hair matched—teased by me—it'd be a versatile line with variants, not just one scent.
"Hmm... Daphne doesn't need it anyway. But gotta assign concepts to the rest."
Feeling like a fruit vendor outta nowhere, I chuckled idly, shook off the dumb thought, and positioned my exposed cock against her neatly laid-out thighs.