Too Sweet
Stille had all kinds of places, and among them was the cooking practice room. It had come into existence from the idea of “Let’s make and eat something” in an attempt to somehow tame the devastating taste of magic potions.
Unfortunately, since every magic potion ingredient was abnormal in its own way, the taste remained just as horrific. The potion was over in one gulp, but cooking required chewing for several minutes, which only heightened the pain.
That was why it wasn’t used much. Occasionally, students would gather to eat ordinary food or use the space as an experiment site.
In that place, Sugar and Ian entered after buying an armful of ingredients.
“It’s surprisingly clean…”
“There’s a tool set, an oven. Pretty much everything is here.”
Even without it, some things could be resolved with magic. But then there would be no romance.
Sugar rolled up her sleeves and tied on an apron. Ian removed her suit jacket and watched Sugar.
Under the apron, Sugar’s short pants were hidden, making it look like she wasn’t wearing anything below. In other words, it appeared as if she was only wearing stockings on her lower body.
“Waaah…”
“Why are you making such strange noises…”
There was nothing but perverts around me.
Pervert, crossdressing woman with lewd hobbies, and gay.
Sugar, who had tightly tied her scarf, moved the scale with an annoyed expression.
“But Sugar… do you even know how to cook? I’ve never seen you do it in Seongdo.”
“Hoo… Ian-ssi. Cooking isn’t that difficult at all.”
Ian recalled her usual Sugar. The girl might not have been good at studying, but she was smart. Still, her strong will made Ian worry.
Putting salt instead of sugar, ignoring recipes with “Who dares teach me a recipe!” or something similar.
Even in romance novels, the heroine occasionally cooked. Ian had never cooked either, but she knew what not to do.
Scenes where she created substances that shouldn’t exist or be eaten due to her disastrous cooking skills had appeared.
Ian stared at Sugar with suspicion.
“Sugar 100… butter 30… ah, Ian-ssi. Let me hold the scale for you. Just a moment.”
She was accurately measuring the appropriate ingredients.
“Place the bowl with the egg on warm water and do a double boil… 100 degrees!? No, the unit is grams, yet the temperature is in Fahrenheit! Who wrote this recipe…!”
She was faithfully following the recipe.
“Put it in the oven for 30 to 35 minutes… hehe… first time. I hope it turns out well.”
She was very diligent.
Ian grabbed her cheeks and squatted down to peek into the oven.
Ryly, you brought this woman home.
Her cheeks were lightly flushed as she gently smiled while holding the dough. Ian, who had been together with Sugar for a long time in Seongdo, thought of her as a little sister. She usually scolded her when Sugar did something outrageous, but fundamentally loved her.
“Huk… Sugar, be happy.”
“Huh? Suddenly?”
“I saw the future.”
“Eh… Tianzi can see the future too…?”
“Sugar is sometimes really dumb.”
“What do you mean suddenly… Ian-ssi is seeing it too, so just make it already.”
Sugar came running and stood next to Ian.
“Ian-ssi said she was making snacks. I’ll help. But who are you making it for?”
“Just for close friends. Still, there aren’t that many… ah, wait, that’s, Ryly is—”
“Eh? Why Ryly. Are you not making it for him? Of course you should. I’m receiving it, but if Ryly can’t, he’ll pout.”
“… Sugar.”
Ian’s eyes became teary.
She had grown up. It felt like just yesterday that I thought she would do something bad.
I had even planned the content of a petition letter in case she ended up in prison.
Ian, moved, stroked Sugar’s head. Perhaps because it felt good, Sugar smiled and spoke up.
“But, you know, Ian-ssi. Just in case, I should tell you…”
The tone remained the same, but the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy.
“Please don’t give off the feeling of ‘specialness’.”
She met Ian’s eyes full of laughter.
Ian grabbed Sugar’s head as is.
“Stop teasing! Stop! If I grab the tail like this!”
“Ack! Why! I was just saying!”
“Who doesn’t know you’re Ryly’s girlfriend? From the cleaning staff at Stille to the president knows!”
“N-not girlfriend! Who has that misconception?”
Tianzi just sighed.
Not long after, a “ding” sounded from the oven.
***
“Ryly… is there time tonight?”
This question from Sugar, who had a sweeter scent than usual and smelled even sweeter than normal, had appeared suddenly after she disappeared after saying something secret with Ian.
What was she planning this time. Honestly, I was nervous. Even though Ian was beside me, that person sometimes had crazy thoughts.
“Yeah? Yeah? Time’s fine?”
Of course I responded because I was shyly asked.
Ryly at the meeting place had arms crossed and a displeased face. It was an especially sparsely populated place. Next to the greenhouse. It had become a hideout now.
When I sat, I soon sensed a presence. Turning my head with familiar magic, I saw Sugar carrying a box.
But her appearance was a bit strange.
She was wearing a brand-new white apron, so for a moment it looked like she wasn’t wearing anything below.
“Apron?”
“Mom.”
“Huh.”
The scarf she had worn all day was gone. In other words, her neck was exposed as is.
Ryly narrowed his eyes.
Sugar glanced at Ryly and stood in front without showing it.
“Thinking about it… you didn’t throw a proper party after I came back. You came back too hastily.”
“So?”
“So, a gift made for you.”
She placed the box on the table and opened the lid.
Soon, a pale ivory-colored cake appeared. Strawberries were embedded here and there, looking cute.
“Here. What do you think?”
“What did you put? Sleeping pills, hallucinogenic mushrooms, hypnotic—”
“Hey! Made with normal ingredients!”
The first impression was suspicion. Annoyed, Sugar jumped up and down.
“Calm down. It was a joke.”
“…”
Sugar extended her fork with a dissatisfied face. Ryly obediently accepted it.
What were you whispering about? Doing such cute things.
“I’ll eat it all” — Ryly immediately cut a small piece of the cake with his fork and put it in his mouth.
“… What do you think?”
Annoyed, Sugar approached Ryly gently.
“Sweet.”
“It’s cake, so it’s sweet.”
“Too sweet.”
“Tastes bad…?”
“No.”
“What does that mean…”
“Come here. Let’s eat together.”
“What?”
Sugar twisted her body and looked away. Because of the “Today’s distance: two steps,” she was keeping her distance. Today, the only time I hugged her pretending to comfort Ryly was that one time. Lately, she didn’t get close at all.
“Not coming? When you hugged first, you did.”
“That’s… lately Ryly. When you hug me, you always touch my waist or belly… that’s… not good…”
“I did it because you like it.”
“What nonsense!”
“By pressing my body close, you ask for more.”
Sugar started trembling. Grinding her teeth.
“When did I… ever…”
“Alright. I’ll pretend it’s that. I won’t touch now, so come here.”
Sugar with flushed cheeks and a frown approached stealthily. Then she sat on Ryly’s lap with force.
“Here.”
Ryly offered a piece of cake. Sugar opened her pouty lips and ate one bite.
“… Sweet.”
“See? It’s sweet.”
“But it tastes good? Who made this.”
“Ehehe.”
“Ugh. Cedric uncle’s tone.”
When Sugar complained, the other person laughed, and the feeling traveled through her body.
Our left hands were locked tightly. Ryly’s right hand held the fork, Sugar’s right hand held the hem of her apron.
“Strawberry. Give me a strawberry.”
“You ate them all.”
“I only ate one.”
Turning her head angrily, their faces met. Ryly’s vision was filled with Sugar. Recalling the question from earlier, she asked.
“Scarf. Why not wearing it.”
“… Because you’ll see only me.”
“…”
“And Ryly. You like checking things, right. Now it’s time for you…”
How did I become such a pervert… Sugar muttered. Still, she showed it to accept the taste. It didn’t matter if others didn’t know, but for the one who made the mark, it was fine.
At that, Ryly put down the fork and hugged Sugar tightly with all his strength.
“Waaah!”
Surprised, Sugar tried to jump away, but he held her firmly and didn’t let go.
Not a good feeling. Really not good. Panicked, Sugar checked the atmosphere. Recently, he was crossing lines too much. In this situation, definitely, definitely, this and that…
“Sugar.”
“…”
Her heart beat at the voice near her ear. Her tense body shrank and waited. The events from the weekend flashed through like a panorama.
She breathed heavily. The voice near her ear and the action imprinted themselves, and her breathing came out automatically.
What to do. Refuse? No. Have to accept? But it’s not too clingy? Still, if Ryly wants, this much… I had already forgiven him several times.
Self-questioning, her mind was in turmoil.
However, Ryly, mocking her, said just one word and pulled away.
“Thanks.”
Immediately, he distanced himself.
No breath, no presence. He didn’t touch my waist or belly at all. A clean attitude far from stickiness.
“… Eh?”
What?
“Not doing it…?”
… No, wait, wait.
Not doing it, right?
What thought was I having? What was I expecting now?
Did I feel a lack?
“Eeeeeeh, no way.”
“Ah, uwa, haha…”
Sugar started making weird sounds somewhere broken.
“What? Why?”
Ryly was flustered. He had tormented her too much lately. Today’s act was too cute, so he endured it. Suddenly making such weird sounds was weird.
“Hah… impossible…”
“Did you eat medicine? Why suddenly?”
“If we argue, it’s not me but Ryly…”
“Is this really crazy…”
While saying that, he changed his posture, sat facing Sugar, and hugged her tightly. To comfort the suddenly broken Sugar. Because he was worried about the bandages on her arms and legs from the weekend wounds.
At that, Sugar weakly muttered.
“Nothing… nothing. Don’t worry.”
A large hand patting her back. A warm scent.
Playful skinship with such a man. A bit lewd, but close enough to overlook. A simple act because the other person enjoyed the reaction.
Wanting more, I couldn’t.
Not a pervert.
“Just… the cake is too sweet.”
“You made it? But you like sweet anyway.”
“Now thinking about health, I have to stop…”
“What age are you…”
While talking, Ryly’s hand naturally went to Sugar’s waist.
Sugar accepted the touch and pressed her body close.
When she pouted, Ryly picked up a strawberry and put it in her mouth.
“Here. Now less sweet?”
“More sweet, idiot…”
Her complaining lips, full of juicy scent, were bright red and wet.