Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: How... Delicious Are You?
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Mimi was certain she remembered it clearly.
The novels said men felt ecstasy the moment they tore through a woman's hymen.
The women in those stories always winced in pain whenever a ruptured hymen was mentioned, but Mimi figured it couldn't hurt worse than having her guts ripped out by the Behemoth. She brushed it off as no big deal.
Even that pain felt bearable when she thought of her Master. So this would be fine.
As long as her Master enjoyed tearing through her hymen, that would be enough for her.
"You should definitely tell Master that yourself later. He'd love it."
Gloria was convinced her Master would adore it.
"I just have to ask Master to tear my hymen, nya?"
Excited by the idea that her Master would like it, Mimi rushed toward Gloria with the brightest smile she'd worn in ages.
Caught off guard by the fox girl's sudden closeness, Gloria gently pushed aside the twitching ear brushing her face and continued.
"Everyone's is shaped differently, and some people don't even have one from the start, but he'd definitely love hearing you say it."
"Oh! Thanks, nya!"
"And morning fellatio... hmm."
Gloria unconsciously stroked her chin.
With Mimi's lack of experience and knowledge, she hesitated to explain.
Not out of jealousy or anything like that, of course.
'I don't know what kind of sex Master wants with Mimi, so sharing my own experiences as a reference doesn't seem wise.'
She just worried that injecting premature knowledge before knowing her Master's preferences might instill bad habits.
"Personally, I don't think it's a good idea to tell you ahead of time."
"Nya? Why not, nya?"
Mimi puffed out her cheeks in protest, tilting her head defiantly as if to say, convince me.
But Gloria had already decided this was beyond her purview. She was firm.
"I don't know what kind of demeanor Master wants from you, so I'm worried about accidentally feeding you the wrong ideas. It's better if he teaches you step by step himself."
'Hmm. That's logical. Can't argue with that, nya!'
Mimi didn't understand a word but recalled one of her Master's random phrases and parroted it internally.
Gloria had other priorities, though this mattered too. She decided to hear Mimi out, without much hope.
"That's one thing, but we also need to figure out how to convey our sincerity to Master."
What if he took one look at them and bolted?
'Ugh...'
Just imagining it made Gloria's chest ache. She squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ria?"
"...It's nothing."
Mimi, head cocked to the side, pondered for a moment before her eyes lit up.
"I have a great idea, nya!"
Stories she'd overheard while living with her Master in the east came to mind. She gazed at Gloria confidently.
"...?"
Gloria listened to Mimi's idea and found it surprisingly decent.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "I wonder what she went into the room to prepare before coming out."
Whatever Lili made—from roughly shoved meat soup to sushi on her breasts—I'd accept it all.
I, Lili's Master, am that man.
The faint aroma wafting from the room already told me it was food anyone would love, no pickiness required.
The scent of roasted meat confirmed it was some kind of meat dish.
So probably not something served hot on Lili's body.
Disappointing.
She had said she'd prepare food we could eat together while I ate her, though. So no chance anyway.
'Still, now that it's on my mind, I should jot it down for later.'
Knock knock.
"Master, you can come out now."
"Oh! Got it."
I braced for possible disappointment after building up hype, schooled my expression, and opened the door.
Lili's cheeks were already flushed. Whatever the food, the main course—Lili herself—promised to be exquisite.
Mimi delicious!
'Mimi... do you even eat, girl...?'
I nearly quoted an old cartoon line, but choked up realizing it matched our cute fox Mimi's name.
She used to glare and yap at everything, but eventually turned into an energetic pup like a Welsh Corgi.
Thanks to my tastes, she spoke in nya-speak, though.
Adorable.
Nya-talk.
"Please sit, Master."
The table Lili guided me to held a plate with a silver cover—perfect for a main dish.
The meaty aroma came from there. That must be Lili's secret weapon.
I glanced at her, face asking if I could uncover it.
Lili silently reached out, granting permission.
"Let's see."
The contents were...
Huh?
"Meatballs?"
I recognized them instantly—the scent matched perfectly.
Light brown orbs a bit smaller than my thumb.
'Hmm. Nothing special-looking.'
But meatballs immediately brought Mimi to mind again.
She loved them.
Easy to make, so I'd whipped them up often for her.
I remembered tossing them gently into the air—she'd leap and catch them every time.
Then she'd nuzzle for headpats.
Her ears would flap cutely when I did.
"Master."
"Yeah?"
Lili, who'd been standing quietly beside me, hiked up her maid skirt.
Then climbed onto my lap.
I'd rolled straight out of bed, wearing only panties, so the soft brush of her skin against my thigh hit viscerally. My cock swelled rapidly.
Straddling me face-to-face, Lili smiled sweetly, reached for the plate, and picked up a meatball.
"Nom."
She popped it into her mouth.
It evoked that candy kiss scene from a famous past-life drama.
Was our Lili recreating that iconic moment, transcending worlds?
Her genius terrifies me!
She winked playfully, wrapped her arms around my neck, and leaned in.
This method? Kiss and dinner in one—two birds, one stone.
Before our lips met, the protruding meatball grazed mine first.
I parted my lips slowly, feeling its gentle pressure, and took it in.
As half entered my mouth, our lips touched.
Pop.
Lili bit it in two with her teeth.
One half into my mouth, the other into hers.
Lips pressed, she began chewing.
Guided by her example, I followed suit.
Jaw movement for chewing naturally worked our lips like a light kiss.
Once we'd finished the bite, Lili pulled back and gazed at me soulfully.
"How... delicious are you?"
Pointing to her mouth, her ambiguous words—meatball or lips?—stirred me deeply.
Our Lili always surprises! Thrilling! Delicious!
"Perfect."
No fancy words needed—just pure praise spilled out.
"I'm glad."
The meatballs were tasty, thanks to Lili's skill, but honestly, I stopped tasting them after savoring her lips.
Only chewing sounds and slick lip smacks filled the air.
About five meatballs left, Lili suddenly stood.
"Why?"
"Hehe."
Oh shit.
The reason shocked me.
Bending forward, hands under her skirt, she hooked something and yanked it down.
Her pure white panties, soaked in the middle.
Anyone not getting what came next would be an idiot.
No backing down!
I whipped off my panties in counterattack.
"..."
Lili stared at my cock, blushed, swallowed hard.
Then grabbed a meatball, bit it, and slowly positioned herself.
Right over my cock.
Sitting like this would naturally impale her pussy on me.
Her initiating penetration? First time?
Still shy, her movements were stiff.
No rush on my end. I clasped hands behind my head and waited leisurely.
Lili trying to impale herself?
Master must support this.
"...Mmph."
"Yeah."
Take your time. I'll wait forever.
Creak.
Resolved now, hands on my shoulders, she bent her legs slowly.
Two magnificent breasts descended before my eyes.
They slipped from view downward, Lili's face emerging.
Arms around my neck again.
Finally.
Squelch.
Lili's upper and lower mouths both engulfed me.