It's My Special Sauce
She had draped my breasts over her face and was drawing in long, unhurried breaths, then letting them out just as peacefully, over and over, a blissful little smile on her lips as she murmured to herself.
She looked absolutely ridiculous. Anyone walking in would have sworn she'd just checked into a luxury resort.
"Hahh... huuh... This is so good, Unnie. I'm getting so sleepy..."
"Mm... if you're tired, go ahead and sleep."
She'd gone well past simply smelling me — she was using my breasts as a blindfold. Setting aside how absurd that was, she looked exhausted, so I carefully supported her head, meaning to let her rest in my lap.
"I~ can't do that!"
Her eyes, which had been heavy with fatigue, flew wide open. She shot up from where she was lying and started jabbing a finger at me.
"Unnie, are you a demon? Are you Satan?"
"I-I'm not... I'm not a demon, and I'm not Satan either..."
"I've endured hell itself just for this one moment. And now you want to put me to sleep? So I can wake up and go straight to work? And you're telling me you're not a demon?"
"Sorry..."
I was already startled that she'd taken a genuine kindness that way, but listening to her, I actually started to feel like I was in the wrong, so I apologized properly.
"Forget it. I was kidding."
It had sounded at least partly sincere, but since she said it was a joke, I didn't press the issue.
"You're hungry, right, Unnie? Let's eat first. If you want to keep those national-treasure-class tits, you need to eat a lot."
"Yeah. I'm hungry. I want to eat."
Hearing my answer, she got up and headed for the kitchen. There was a real urgency in her footsteps that made me worry she might trip.
That's right. She just hadn't said anything. She knew perfectly well that I hadn't eaten a single thing since yesterday. Someone who fussed over my health as much as she did couldn't possibly let that slide.
If I'd skipped a meal of my own accord, I wouldn't have escaped her scolding — but this time, the reason I hadn't eaten was clearly because she'd been working me over all day long, so she couldn't say a word. Watching her hold it in was almost cute.
The sound of water bubbling. The rhythmic tap-tap-tap of a knife against the cutting board. A flurry of kitchen noise drifted over, pleasant to the ear.
"Haa... fuck. Crazy bitch. I'm the crazy one, honestly..."
So she did know it was her fault. She seemed to be muttering quietly so I wouldn't hear, but there was nothing wrong with my ears, and I caught every word.
"But Unnie's at fault too, isn't she... If you're hungry, you should just say you want food... It's not like you don't have a mouth..."
...On second thought, maybe she wasn't trying to hide it after all.
Watching her blame herself was a rare enough sight that I would have enjoyed it — except that, based on past experience, these things always ended with the fallout landing on me. I couldn't exactly relax and savor the moment.
"Food's ready, Unnie. Come eat."
Today's dish was omurice. She must have been so desperate to get something into me that she'd gone with something quick and easy.
It was a simple dish, sure, but it didn't look simple at all. Even from a distance, it looked so luxurious my mouth started watering.
I'd drunk so much piss my stomach was about to burst, so I wasn't particularly hungry — but the moment I saw that magnificent omurice and caught its mouthwatering smell, the fake fullness vanished in an instant.
"I-It looks so good..."
As if possessed, I got up and practically threw myself off the bed — completely forgetting about the plug still lodged in my ass.
A sharp, brutal yank.
"Guek?!"
I'd been wearing the plug for so long that the stimulation had gone dull, like it was part of my body. Combined with my eyes being glued to that delicious omurice, I'd forgotten it was even there. And that was how the disaster unfolded.
A violent jolt tore through my ass, and my legs gave out.
"O-Ook!"
The chain, already stretched to its absolute limit, had nowhere left to give. As I collapsed, my precious anal folds were pulled taut and stretched out, puckering forward as if they were trying to present themselves.
My body convulsed. Through a vision flickering with sparks, I could just barely make out her figure rushing toward me.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I forgot about it too! I'll take it out right now!"
She frantically rummaged through her pocket and pulled out a small key. Moving quickly to my ass, she slotted the key into the plug and turned it. The metal that had been locked inside me like a deadbolt contracted under her touch and began to recede inward, vanishing from sight.
When she pulled the key out, the lock fully released, and as she drew the plug from my ass — aside from a strange, spine-melting pleasure that felt like my hips were about to give out — everything was fine. Completely drained, I collapsed where I was.
"My... my ass..."
I didn't need to look to know. My hole had been stretched so wide it wouldn't close. It kept opening and shutting on its own, gaping and clenching. Cold air slipped in and out of the twitching opening. Goosebumps rose across my skin, and my body shuddered.
The intense stimulation had left both my body and mind in tatters, like shredded paper — but it didn't take long to realize I wouldn't even get a moment to collect myself.
"...Should we eat a little later...? An hour won't hurt your health or anything. Yeah... that sounds good."
This time, she seemed to have fallen completely under the spell of my ass. I could see the screws coming loose in her head all over again. I used every last ounce of strength I had to twist my hips and get my ass out of her line of sight. Only then did her reason seem to return; she coughed awkwardly, looking embarrassed.
"L-Let's eat, Unnie."
"Ugh... yeah... l-let's eat... food."
Whether she was ashamed of having been so absorbed by my hole, or reflecting on her own lack of self-control — there might have been other reasons too — I was just grateful she'd shown enough mercy to stop there. Ever since I'd caught the smell of the omurice, a hunger so sharp it felt like my stomach lining was glued to my spine had been crashing over me. If she'd started playing with my ass on top of that, I really might have passed out.
Afraid she might change her mind, I quickly sat down at the table, picked up a spoon, and started mashing the omurice with vigorous stabs. The feeling that I hadn't held a utensil in a long time probably wasn't just my imagination.
Every time I stabbed the omurice with the spoon, egg went splattering onto the floor.
Why can't I control my strength?
I'd always been weird about using a spoon compared to other people, so the way I looked right now was so bad you could have believed I was a toddler. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even lift my head. A grown adult who couldn't even use a spoon — not chopsticks, a spoon — that was a real problem, wasn't it?
"Haa... Unnie. Are you throwing a tantrum about the food? If you don't want to eat it, just say so... Don't play with your food... I'll make you something even better right away..."
The silver lining was that she seemed to think I was just being picky, rather than realizing I couldn't handle a spoon. She let out a deep sigh, turned the kitchen light back on, and lit the stove.
"I-I just spilled it..."
"What was that?"
"N-Never mind..."
I tried to stop her, but on second thought, there wasn't really any reason to, so I quietly shut my mouth.
I'd already spilled about two-thirds of the omurice on the floor, and what was left looked so pathetic it killed my appetite. It had tasted good, but there wasn't enough of it left to fill me up.
If I hadn't spilled it, I probably would have finished the meal perfectly satisfied — but what was done was done.
...It's not like I could pick it up off the floor and eat it.
Honestly, I'd fully expected her to order me to eat it off the floor. Seeing her not do that was a bit of a surprise.
Sizzle.
The smell of meat cooking was absolutely heavenly. Just as I scraped up the last grain of the remaining half of the omurice, she set a perfectly cooked steak down in front of me.
It had been seared rare, a luminous, almost glowing red that shimmered across the surface. One big bite and the juices would burst in my mouth. The moment I saw it, I couldn't stop salivating.
Eating it before the heat faded — that would be the proper respect to show this steak.
"C-Can I eat it...?"
"Of course. I made it for you, Unnie. But first, let me drizzle on a little of my special sauce."
It would have been fine to eat as-is, but she insisted on adding her special sauce. She opened the fridge, took out a small glass jar, unscrewed the lid, and poured a generous amount over the steak.
The hot steak and the cool special sauce blended together beautifully. The sauce was a cloudy, foggy yellow — a look that inspired a certain revulsion — but contrary to its appearance, it didn't taste bad.
The salty, tangy flavor cut through the richness of the steak. It tasted vaguely familiar, like I'd had it somewhere before, but it didn't seem important enough to dwell on, so I let it go.
"How's my special sauce, Unnie? It's the only sauce in the world that only I can make. Heh heh."
She rested her chin in her hand and asked, as if she found the sight of me eating so happily adorable. Her eyes were already overflowing with affection.