Kang Seo-yoon's Secret Recipe
Without rest, Mari came four times in a row before she finally regained consciousness, and by then the sun had already set and the world outside had grown dark.
“Hah!”
Through half-lidded eyes, she caught sight of the darkened window. ‘It was still bright just a little while ago… why is it dark now?’ The thought jolted her awake.
Mari had never been particularly frail, but unlike Yoo-hyun she didn’t exercise regularly. Even after awakening had given her a bit more stamina, she’d let herself get swept up in the moment and pushed far past her limits, collapsing into sleep like someone who’d blacked out.
“S-Seo-yoon?”
Remembering how Seo-yoon had been left with her hips raised toward the ceiling, still coming, Mari looked around. The bed was spotless; someone had already cleaned everything up. Glancing down at herself, she found her body wiped clean and dressed in pajamas—nothing like the naked, spent state she last remembered.
Seo-yoon was nowhere in sight, so she must have woken up and taken care of everything herself. Still, the sheets beneath Mari’s hand were warm, as if Seo-yoon had only just left her side.
“Oh, you’re up, Mari?”
Seo-yoon appeared in the doorway, looking fresh and tidy, as if she’d heard her name.
“Ah… you took the ribbon off…”
“…Did you want me to keep it on?”
“N-no, that’s not it. I was just wondering how you managed to undo it…”
“Oh, that. I just worked at it really hard until it came loose.”
“Sorry. I should’ve untied it for you.”
“It’s fine. You were exhausted too.”
Seo-yoon walked over and gently cupped Mari’s cheeks. Her lips puckered out with a soft “mmph,” making Seo-yoon giggle. She gave the cheeks a few playful squeezes before letting go.
“Still, doing it four times in a row was a bit much. Let’s not go that far next time, okay?”
“Yeah… I’ll be careful.”
“I’m not saying we shouldn’t do it. Just take little breaks in between.”
“…But is that really okay? You didn’t hate it, did you?”
Seo-yoon had said she enjoyed it, and she’d climaxed several times herself while they were at it, but Mari couldn’t shake the worry that she’d pushed too hard. Looking up at Seo-yoon like a guilty puppy, she asked in a small voice. Seo-yoon only smiled.
“It’s fine. You know I’m tough.”
“Really…? You’re sure you’re okay? If anything hurts, you have to tell me…”
“I already said I’m fine. You must be tired too—rest a little more.”
With a soft laugh, Seo-yoon left the room. Mari sank back into the bed. Even after sleeping, her body still felt heavy. The aftermath of their rough session lingered; every muscle ached as if she’d run a marathon.
“Ughhh…”
She twisted and stretched stiffly to work out the soreness, then let out a long breath. She’d never been particularly shy about sex. It just wasn’t the kind of thing you talked about openly. Before she started living alone, she used to masturbate pretty often—once every two or three days, nothing extreme. Then last month she’d awakened as a futanari and her libido had exploded. Now she was doing it every single day, and it still didn’t feel quite real.
She hadn’t told her parents yet. If it had been a normal awakening, she would’ve shared the good news right away, but turning into a futanari was different. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them; she just didn’t want the information getting around.
“At least Yoo-hyun became a futanari too… thank goodness for that.”
They’d always bickered, but now that they were in the same situation, it didn’t seem so bad. If they’d truly disliked each other, they would’ve cut ties long ago.
“Still… I can’t keep hiding it forever…”
Figuring out when and how to tell her parents made her head spin. For now, she could claim she’d awakened as an enhancer thanks to the overall physical boost, and maybe mention the extra part later. It wasn’t exactly a lie; she’d gotten good enough at hiding it during the day that she could pull it off.
“Auuu… I just want to have sex with Seo-yoon and live like that…”
The moment the words left her mouth, Mari realized what she’d said and shot upright, heart pounding so hard her ears rang. Thankfully, Seo-yoon in the kitchen didn’t seem to have heard.
“Haa… thank god. If Seo-yoon heard that…”
Getting up had chased away the last of her sleepiness. She wiggled her fingers, suddenly unsure how to label her feelings for Seo-yoon. Being together felt good. When Seo-yoon wasn’t around, she missed her. Even when they were side by side, she wanted to be closer. “Like” seemed accurate, but “love”? Mari wasn’t confident enough to say that yet.
“Anyway, I should get up.”
The bed had been cleaned, but traces of their intense session still lingered in the air. Seo-yoon’s scent clung thickly to the sheets, and the memory of her skin was vivid against Mari’s palms.
“I must be going crazy!”
She slapped both cheeks with a sharp smack, then climbed out of bed. Even though Seo-yoon had wiped her down, the smell was still strong—especially in her long hair that reached her waist. She needed a shower, or the memories would keep looping in her head.
“You’re up? You could’ve stayed in bed a little longer.”
“What were you doing?”
When Mari stepped into the kitchen, a delicious aroma tickled her nose—the kind of savory scent that never came from her own cooking.
“Oh… dinner?”
“You’re cooking yourself today?”
“Yeah. We’ve been ordering takeout a lot lately, so I figured we could have a home-cooked meal for once.”
Seo-yoon flipped the pan with practiced ease as she spoke.
“When did you learn to cook?”
It was always surprising. Seo-yoon used to eat her mom’s cooking before she moved out too, right? When had she gotten this good?
“I practiced a little even when I was still at home. I didn’t want to be completely useless in the kitchen.”
“Wow… you even picked up cooking in your spare time? Seriously, Kang Seo-yoon, is there anything you can’t do?”
“It’ll be a while, so go wash up. That’s why you came out, isn’t it?”
“Right. My hair still smells a bit…”
“A towel can only do so much. Especially with hair.”
“Did you shower already, Seo-yoon?”
“Yeah. I got up while you were asleep, cleaned myself up, and changed the sheets too…”
“Next time, let me help.”
“Next time, don’t leave all the used condoms lying around.”
“Th-that… I’m sorry…”
“At least the condoms were sturdy enough that nothing leaked. I was pretty startled when I came to my senses, though.”
“Yeah, I’ll be more careful!”
Mari nodded vigorously and hurried toward the bathroom. Seo-yoon watched her go with a soft laugh. On the bed, Mari had acted like a sex-crazed beast, but once it was over she reverted to her usual self. The gap was huge. Where had that rough, desperate Mari gone—the one who kept saying it was too much, that her head was going to break, even while kissing her hard and thrusting?
“Ah, almost burned it.”
Seo-yoon startled at the sound of running water and quickly flipped the pan again.
* * *
“Hah… hnn…”
That evening, after eating her fill, Mari fell asleep almost immediately. Once her head started nodding, she slipped straight into dreamland. I carried her to bed, then began preparing a “gift” for Yoo-hyun.
Squelch, squelch, squelch—!
“Hnnngh…♡ It feels even better than usual…♡♡♡”
This wasn’t anything strange. I’d given Mari a big present, so it was only fair to prepare something for Yoo-hyun too. But using the same method twice would hurt my pride. The ribbon thing—twice? That was a bit much. So I decided to make homemade chocolate instead. To make it special, I added a little extra ingredient.
“I-it’ll be okay, right…? It didn’t taste weird last time…”
Squirt, squirt, squirt—!!!
“Hah♡ Why is it so sensitive today…♡♡♡”
Maybe because Mari had wrecked me so thoroughly earlier? My pussy was far more sensitive than usual, gushing enough fluid to fill the bowl in seconds. The liquid inside sloshed with every fresh spurt.
“Auuu, Mari can never see this…!”
If she found out, she’d probably pounce on me right away. Lately, just looking at my pussy seemed to make her lose control. She’d definitely say something like, “If you were this worked up, why didn’t you wake me?” and then fuck me senseless.
“Hah, hngh…♡ I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m comingcomingcoming♡♡♡”
I only stopped after filling the bowl to the brim. This should be enough… though maybe it was too much? Would the taste be okay…?