A Peaceful Afternoon
The washing machine rumbles along, and for good measure the vacuum cleaner hums through the living room. I dump yesterday’s leftover coffee down the sink, pop a soggy cookie into my mouth, and chew while I clean her place. Yerin should still be fast asleep in the bedroom after I washed her up; she’s been working even harder than I have, so I figured I’d handle the housework. On a rare day off like this, she deserves to sleep in. After all, I’m the one who kept her up so late.
“Mm…”
While I work, my eyes land on the take-out containers from last night still sitting in the kitchen. I remember how she’d tried to answer the door wearing nothing but a towel and give her a light smack on the head for the reckless idea. Even now, the thought of her flushed face, sweat-damp hair clinging to her cheeks, and the way water had trailed down her legs makes my chest tighten. This isn’t some motel; it’s her own home. I’d rather be the only one who ever sees her looking that embarrassed.
I’m a little surprised by how possessive I feel, but when I told her exactly that, her expression softened so sweetly that I knew I’d said the right thing. After that we kept going, taking turns until we were both exhausted and collapsed. Because I woke up first, I ended up with the vacuum in my hands. I answered her wishes so enthusiastically that she probably won’t be closing up anytime soon. Of course, if she really couldn’t close, I’d have to ask Mini Undine for a little healing and cleanup afterward.
“Oh, then…”
Does that mean I can enjoy that same tightness every time? Undine’s ability is surprisingly practical. I feel a little guilty that it’s so specialized for anal, but—click. The bedroom door I’d shut to muffle the vacuum opens at the sound of footsteps.
Yerin steps out rubbing her eyes, still half-asleep.
“Sorry. Did the noise wake you?”
“…Mm, no. I just happened to open my eyes.”
She’s wearing the same oversized T-shirt she’d prepared to tempt me yesterday, now stretched at the neckline, and nothing underneath. Her fingers absently brush her lower half, a puzzled look on her face.
“Ehh…? Mm…”
She must be wondering why she isn’t walking like a newborn foal the way I teased her about. Understandable.
“Undine helped with that too.”
“Ah… so it was a healing type.”
“Then… I guess I don’t have to worry about it not closing anymore…”
“Ah, um… You heard that?”
Pervert minds think alike. I chuckle and put the vacuum away, heading for the kitchen. She pads after me like a puppy.
“It’s too late for breakfast and too early for dinner, but I’ll make lunch. Let’s eat together.”
“Aren’t you tired? We could just order in again.”
“Sit down. Arachne said she’s resting for a while, and you never pack lunches. I know you’d just keep ordering delivery if I let you.”
“That’s… yeah. Then I’ll leave it to you.”
While I cook she clings to my back, pokes my cheeks with her fingers, then scurries away giggling when I turn around. The playful antics don’t really get in the way, so I let her be. She’s clearly still riding the high from yesterday; the worry and anxiety she showed me then seem to have completely melted away. That puts me at ease too.
“Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
“I do.”
“…Even though they’re small?”
“They’re still breasts, so yeah. And they’re the perfect size for my hands.”
After we eat, she curls up against me on the sofa. I slip my hand under her shirt and idly knead her modest chest. It’s soft and warm; I just want to keep touching it for no particular reason. It isn’t even foreplay—my body isn’t reacting yet.
“That ‘perfect size’ comment is kind of annoying.”
Still, I can’t stop. Compared to Scarlet, Yerin doesn’t have the same strict self-care routine, but she’s busy enough that any time she carves out for herself feels precious. And she’s the only woman who lets me do this much.
“…Really? Hehe.”
‘I’m the only one, huh… That feels really nice to hear.’
She’s the perfect size to hold. Founder is light, but her hair gets in the way and she’s always conscious about pressing too close. Yerin, though, has a grown woman’s body despite her petite frame, so hugging her feels substantial. Plus, being able to play with her bare breasts under the T-shirt is a definite bonus. Most of all, I feel completely at ease with her.
“Nng…?”
I give her nipple a gentle pinch and twist. She doesn’t protest. If I asked her to let me suck on it right now, she’d probably agree immediately.
“Ah…?”
Whoops. Just thinking about it got me hard. She notices the shift against her and squirms.
“Even after all that… you’re still getting hard.”
Why does she look so delighted about it? Well… might as well ask.
“…Could you use your mouth?”
“…”
She doesn’t answer right away. After a moment she sits up, glances at my face, then lowers her head between my legs without another word. I expected this, but the way she obeys so readily makes a crooked, pleased smile tug at my lips. My cock twitches eagerly beneath my pants at the feel of her warm breath.
“Mmm…”
“Hah…”
She tugs my pants down and takes me into her mouth. The moment her soft, wet tongue and lips wrap around me, a long, satisfied sigh escapes me. There’s a sense of calm, of possession being fulfilled, that raises the hairs on the back of my neck.
“I always want to keep you like this while I’m writing reports.”
One hand rests on her head as I savor the slow up-and-down motion.
“Chuu… If you call me, I can do it…”
“You’re busy too. And don’t take your mouth off without permission.”
“Hng…”
She keeps me in her mouth and tries to speak; the vibrations feel oddly pleasant. I can’t make out the words, but the sensation is nice.
“If it feels good, give me a little bite.”
“Ahn…”
“Good girl.”
She sucks gently, but my cock has grown too big for her to take more than the head and a little extra. She can only bob her head in small movements. It feels good, but when it’s her, I want more.
“I want to use your throat. Is it okay if I move myself?”
“Mmm…”
She gives a small affirmative bite. It might be a bit much for her, but she seems willing.
“I’m going to hold your head down. If you bite too hard or throw up, you’re in trouble, got it?”
“…Hng… Mmm…”
Just moments ago we were sitting together like lovers. Now I’m gripping her hair and forcing myself down her throat simply because I’m horny. If she showed even the slightest discomfort I’d stop, but instead she’s trembling with excitement, the same thrill she feels from being overpowered. Knowing she’s okay with this only turns me on more.
“…I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Ghk…?!”
Ah… this is it. No matter how much I push, it doesn’t want to go in at first—then it finally yields with a wet sound. Her throat is so tight it reminds me women have three usable holes. This kind of forceful deepthroat isn’t something I can ask of other women. Light licks and kisses feel good, but they don’t bring me close to finishing.
“As expected… being with you is the most fun.”
“Guhk… Hng…! Uup…”
I’ll have to vacuum the living room again later. Not that it matters much right now.
“I hope… hah… you feel the same way… about me…”