Breakfast After the Sex Lesson
"...Ngh...!"
No time to even get lost in thought before the mounting urge to cum gripped my cock. I'd emptied my balls completely last night, so I figured a simple cleanup blowjob would be it. Had it really recovered overnight?
"Ha... mm♡ Slurp, suck...♡ Chuuuurp...♡"
I couldn't hold back against her affectionate, vigorous fellatio. My dick erupted inside Sung Ji-woo's mouth.
"Guh... glrk...!"
Slamming's confusion at the sudden change was obvious from how it felt in her mouth. It must've swelled up inside, pressing against her throat. Her eyes even teared up a bit from the slight pain.
...Ah, damn...
Sung Ji-woo realized anew just how sex-obsessed he was. Seeing his familiar—his woman—fall apart like that made his cock throb uncontrollably, swelling with raw lust.
"Slamming..."
Unable to resist, he grabbed her head.
...M-Master...? She'd tried to ask, but...
"...G-Guhglk...?"
With my cock filling her mouth, she couldn't speak properly. What if she moved her mouth wrong and displeased Master's dick? That would be disastrous.
And then.
...Master's hand...♡
Master's touch was always welcome. Stroking her head with both hands doubled the bliss.
It was then.
Squish...!
His hand gripped her head tighter, shoving deeper.
"I'm gonna move like this."
"...Glrk...!"
No chance to reply as my cock slid past her lips and down her throat. Her mouth stretched wide, stuffed full with my throbbing lust. Tears welled up for some reason.
...I-It hurts...!
It hurt. But it was Master's command—she couldn't refuse. Honestly, she didn't want to.
...Master's... using me so roughly...♥
Just that thought made her pussy throb. The joy of being loved was rivaled only by the thrill of being treated like a tool by her Master. She knew instinctively: this was her instinct as a familiar.
Like how familiars in battle endured injuries without fainting.
"Chp, chuuuurp...! Gulp, ngh...♥"
Even as the thick, hard rod ravaged her mouth and throat, it was fine. She could see her Master's pleasure. It felt good. She wanted him to use her even more like a disposable toy. Hit her, insult her—it was okay. He was her precious Master, and she was the naughty familiar who'd snuck a suck on his cock behind his back♥
"...Ngh...!"
Her obedient attitude transmitted straight to her master, Sung Ji-woo. Even as he gripped her head and thrust wildly like she was an onahole.
"Hic♥ Guhglrk...♥ Ufghup...♥"
Slamming offered no resistance—just teary eyes beaming with ecstatic smiles. Soon, she wrapped her arms around his waist, helping his thrusts drive even deeper into her.
Slurp—squeeelch! Gulp, jyuup... chuuuuurp, pop!
I couldn't take it anymore.
"...G-Gonna cum...! Slamming...!"
Sung Ji-woo trembled toward climax, but Slamming reacted first.
...Master making that face...♥
Knowing it was because of her sent her over the edge without even touching herself.
Splurt, spluuurt, splat, spluuuurt!
"...Aah...♥"
Her mouth flooded with the semen she'd craved from her Master. His grateful cock sprayed its essence into every corner of her mouth as it pulsed.
To repay it, to respond—and because she couldn't contain her desire.
"Gulp, slurp, guuulp...!"
She sucked relentlessly, drawing out every last drop from the urethra.
"Kuh... haaah... haaaah..."
Her vigorous sucking drew a reaction from Master. Worried it might hurt, but his rapturous expression felt like silent permission.
She licked his cock clean everywhere, then slowly pulled her mouth off.
"...Haa... haa..."
Finally free, she gasped for air—her breath had been blocked by the fullness. No wonder her head felt fuzzy, vision blurring with tears, drool dripping from her lips.
"A-Are you okay?! Slamming!?"
If Master hadn't gently caught her, she'd have collapsed.
"...I-I'm... fine..."
This was good too. Once her breathing steadied, she recovered. To thank him for the meal allowed to her filthy self, Slamming bowed.
"Th-Thank you for the meal...♡"
"..."
Sung Ji-woo's hunger—in every sense—was thoroughly stirred by her response.
Slurp, squish...♡ Ah, haaang!
Master...♡
Thus, breakfast rolled around in bed for a vigorous romp first.
*
It felt fresh to eat a home-cooked meal after so long (technically just a day). Nothing beat mom's cooking, huh. I hadn't even tried eating out in this world anyway.
But.
"You're not eating?"
My main party members all nodded in unison at my question, as if they didn't need special attention.
"Yes, familiars like us don't require meals."
True, that was the lore. Even wild monsters survived fine by absorbing ambient mana particles. Captured into monster cards as familiars, they got even smoother mana supply and became docile.
Surprisingly detailed mechanics.
Still.
"It's not like you can't eat."
Eating didn't cause issues. Per the pokedex, some familiars even enjoyed food as a treat. There were food items, after all.
"Th-That's true, but..."
"Then eat with me. We set the table together."
Hardly "together"—Slamming had led the charge, insisting it was a familiar's duty. Her ditzy side aside, her maid traits were overwhelming. Sylph helped eagerly too—cooking with her revered senior for her lord was a dream.
Her knife skills were even flashier than Slamming's.
The lavish spread they'd prepared with such care.
"Eating alone feels awkward."
I had a conscience, after all.
"But Mom isn't eating either..."
"Mom already ate."
"...R-Really?"
Slamming blinked in surprise at Mom, wondering when that chat happened. Of course, it hadn't. My stepmom seemed full just watching me eat—she'd stood like a statue without even a spoonful.
"Right, Mom?"
"..."
Mom stared unblinking in silence. It was oddly unsettling, but since she didn't deny it, the familiars accepted.
"Even so..."
"Come sit. Food's getting cold."
"Sh-Shared tables are forbidden!"
"...?"
Her sudden shout threw me. First time Slamming raised her voice like that—at least outside sex.
"A mere familiar can't share a table with Master. I can't obey that order...!"
"I fully agree with Senior Slamming. Even if it's Lord's command, we can't blur the master-servant hierarchy."
Sylph seemed shocked at first but backed her up. Fair—in the anime maybe, but in-game, sorcerers and familiars never ate together. Food wasn't essential, and older versions lacked the feature.
So I wondered.
"Then how will you eat?"
"From the floor... like Shifon Dog."
"Ah."
Easy answer right there.
"I love you! Woof woof!"
My beloved Shifon Dog's bowl was always on the living room floor. It stayed full to the brim, but Mom's presence kept it at standard portions.
Well, can't be helped.
If they insisted so firmly, forcing them to sit would be silly. Separate eating might boost intimacy and reinforce hierarchy.
Plus.
I'm curious how they'll eat.
How would they chow down from the floor? I plated various dishes—stew, scrambled eggs, bacon, mashed potatoes—and set them down. No utensils, though. On purpose.
"Dig in. Bon appétit."
Sung Ji-woo calmly started eating with his own utensils. If they asked, I'd give some.
Oh, sorry—forgot~ I'd say shamelessly.
But if not? No handing them over.
"...Mm...!"
Hard to focus on my thoughts once I tasted it. Pure delight.
"I-Is it... good?"
Slamming peeked nervously—she'd led the cooking, after all.
"A hundred times better than mine."
Childish phrasing, but nothing else fit. No exaggeration. I knew home cooking beat mine, but this flavor was on another level—not just effort, but skill.
Her deft hands had hinted at it, but her culinary prowess was elite. No wonder the maid outfit suited her—picking Slamming first was genius.
"R-Really? I'm so glad..."
Above all, her Master praising her food filled her with joy.
A pretty girl pouring love into cooking for me? Any guy would love it.
"Let's eat too, Senior Slamming."
Sylph swallowed hard, eyeing the homemade feast.
"Yes, Sylph. Dig in. Enjoy."
"...Y-Yes...♡"
Maybe from last night's sex, Slamming handled her junior more relaxedly. Tucking hair behind her ear, she exuded mature allure.
Soon.
"Bon appétit."
They bowed, then...
Munch, munch...
shoved their faces into the bowls, eating without hands—like beasts, like pets. As if it were proper etiquette.
"...It's truly delicious...!"
"Thanks to your help, Sylph."
They ate, praising each other happily—their wiggling hips as tantalizing as the meal.
Throb, throb...
My reloaded balls screamed to add fresh sauce to their feast.