Cooking Is Fun and the Chef Tastes Good
I was slicing meat for a dish.
Completely naked except for an apron, of course.
I had no idea what the hell I was even doing anymore. The shame was so intense I genuinely wanted to die.
But no matter how much I tried to resist, the thoughts kept flooding in. At this point, I’d decided to just give up.
Yeah. This was still better than getting forced to suck dick first thing in the morning.
If I had to choose, learning how to cook would actually be useful someday… unlike that disgusting shit.
The guy was standing right behind me, practically glued to my back. My knife skills must’ve been that pathetic.
His body felt so solid… and ridiculously huge. Way bigger than I ever was as a man.
It was like having a damn wall behind me. But every so often that unmistakable male scent would hit me and remind me it definitely wasn’t a wall.
It pissed me off. And yet… something about it felt annoyingly comforting.
It wasn’t even a full hug, just him leaning against me, but the feeling was weirdly pleasant.
Come to think of it, I’d never really been held by anyone before… or held anyone.
I’d been lifted up and carried once, but that was different.
The memory of my feet dangling helplessly made my skin crawl. Ugh. I didn’t want to think about it.
So instead I started hacking the meat into even bigger chunks on purpose. Thwack. Thwack. I slammed the knife into the cutting board harder than necessary.
The guy watched me butcher the meat for a while, then finally reached around and placed his hand over mine. He guided me slowly, showing me how to slice it properly—thin, even pieces.
…I’m going to fucking kill you.
It was clearly a joke meant to piss me off… and it had been working since earlier.
I snapped back at him while following the movements of his hand, roughly chopping the meat and vegetables.
I’d never properly used a kitchen knife before, so even I could tell my technique was embarrassingly clumsy.
It looked like I was about to cut myself at any moment, but every time that happened, his large hand would wrap around mine and guide me safely.
God, this is so fucking annoying.
It felt like he was silently telling me I couldn’t do anything on my own, that I needed him to lead me like this. As a man, something inside me was crumbling… ugh.
It was clearly a deliberate act of humiliation, which made me even angrier, but at least it seemed like genuine kindness on his part.
Thinking that only made me hate it more. I didn’t want anyone’s kindness, especially not from a man.
Sigh. Still, I quickly pushed that feeling down. It wasn’t like I could do anything about it right now anyway.
It looked like total shit.
I tried to brush it off, but even I could see how disastrous it looked, so I turned my head and made an excuse.
Some pieces were cut perfectly while others were massive chunks, and a few looked like they’d been ground into mince.
Whatever. Not my problem. It was the guy leading me who messed up. I deliberately ignored it and dumped all the meat into the pot.
Cooking oil… whatever. Minced garlic, MSG, chili powder… one teaspoon.
At some point a phone had been placed next to the cutting board, its screen showing a recipe. I only noticed it when I felt his arm reaching past me from behind, tapping on the screen.
…So I just throw everything in like this? Cooking really is easy.
I used the same big rice spoon I always ate with back when I was a guy and started dumping ingredients in according to the recipe.
He watched me for a moment, then gave me a look full of clear dissatisfaction.
What? Why are you looking at me like that? What did I do wrong? I followed it exactly. I slowly lifted my head and looked up at him.
He was still smiling, but something about the way he was staring made me uncomfortable.
I stared at him with a completely clueless expression. Oh. A teaspoon. That tiny thing you use for stirring tea?
…Why the hell was my brain acting like such an idiot?
Maybe it was because my body had changed. The realization hit me and I felt a flicker of embarrassment, but—
Ahem. I tried to cover it up with a fake cough, but the fact that the pork was turning a pretty suspicious shade of red made that difficult to brush off.
Still, it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. I decided to just ignore it.
It’d just end up a little salty. Like when you don’t add enough water to ramen.
I acted like it was no big deal and lowered my head again, refusing to look at his face.
He probably wasn’t making that rotten expression anymore. I’d rather he was smiling annoyingly than that.
I felt a strange fear about what he might do to me, but he wasn’t crazy enough to fuck me while I was cooking, right?
“Haa…”
The guy behind me let out a long sigh.
This was the same bastard who had been so domineering with me just moments ago.
Seeing him get irritated because he couldn’t do anything felt strangely satisfying.
I stirred the meat roughly with the spoon. It was starting to change color at least.
…It looked way too red. Whatever. I kept stir-frying it anyway.
He was going to eat it too, but that only made me want to ruin it even more.
This guy who kept nitpicking everything. Did he really hate it that much?
But that pathetic, irritated tone of his that said he couldn’t do anything about it felt incredibly refreshing.
Ah, now I felt like messing it up even more on purpose. The thought popped into my head.
I was getting annoyed. And I wanted to rebel… especially after he positioned himself behind me like this, making me feel humiliated.
Grabbing my hand like I should rely on him. It triggered a stubborn sense of defiance.
Driven by that rebellious feeling, I started stir-frying like a madman—shaking the pan violently, flipping everything haphazardly. I wasn’t paying any attention to technique anymore.
After a few minutes of that, I turned off the heat. It clearly wasn’t cooked properly and the seasoning hadn’t soaked in at all.
I did it on purpose. It was obviously undercooked and poorly seasoned.
Here, eat this, you bastard. Choke on it. The thought made me smirk.
He was the one who’d have to eat it. As for me… ahem.
I imagined his irritated smile while he forced himself to eat it anyway. The thought of him unable to complain even though he was clearly unhappy made me feel a little better.
I’d just use that as a side dish.
And he kept calling me his wife or whatever… if he was going to say crap like that, there was no reason for me to cook properly.
…If I actually made it taste good, it wouldn’t really turn me into his wife or anything. It was just a joke, but it still pissed me off.
I deliberately turned off the heat while it was still undercooked, lost in those thoughts.
A low, heavy voice came from behind me. I flinched a little, but…
So what? What could he even do to me?
I’d at least pretended to try hard. There was no way he’d noticed.
I turned my head with an annoyed expression and looked up at him. His face was completely serious, but I didn’t back down.
I stared at him like, What the hell can you even do? And then—
Ah. Something pressed firmly against me from behind.
…Wait, that’s not— No way. But it pressed even harder— firmly—pushing against me.
That sensation. Soft yet hard. Hic. No. It was insanely hard.
Yeah. It was his cock.
My whole body trembled without me realizing it.
My back was almost completely bare, and the thin apron barely covered my ass. With his dick pressed against me like that, I could feel everything far too clearly.
The massive erection that had pitched a full tent pushed against me insistently. Even through the fabric, the sensation was vivid.
I looked down at my ass in disbelief. Sure enough, his huge, fully erect cock was grinding against me.
Shit. He noticed I did it on purpose.
Before I could even shift my gaze up to his face, a large hand grabbed my chin and cheek, squeezing hard.
The face forced upward was ice-cold.
He looked disappointed, yet his lower body kept pressing against me—firmly, insistently.
His expression suggested he hadn’t expected anything from me in the first place, and yet…
No, either way he was still grinding that massive thing against me. Hah… haa. But I had plenty to say too.
His cold expression made me shrink back in fear, but I swallowed hard and shot back at him. Everything I said was true, wasn’t it?
I’d spoken with what little courage I could muster. So I expected at least some change in his attitude.
…But his expression didn’t change at all. He just kept staring at me with that same dead-serious look.
He stared at me for a moment, then squeezed my cheek even harder. The hand gripping my face tightened.
Hah, fuck. Did I say something wrong? Even as my words came out slurred from the pressure, I kept glaring at him.
I thrashed around wildly. Then—thud.
I hadn’t meant to do it, but my leg slammed hard into his stomach.
…Shit. My leg actually hurt more.
It wasn’t on purpose, but when I saw the slight pain on his face…
Pfft. Even with my cheek still squeezed, I let out a small, satisfied laugh.
The expression that came back was… intense.
His nearly expressionless face spat the words out viciously.
If there was such a thing as complete seriousness, this was it.
…Whatever it was, I could feel that things had gone to shit. Ah, I shouldn’t have laughed.
The hand that had been gripping my cheek was yanked away roughly.
Then his thick fingers moved downward—squeeze♡—heading straight for my pussy lips.
W-wait, I haven’t even properly touched myself there yet—
Prod. Press. He accurately found the spot and began rubbing my still-wet folds from this morning’s ordeal.
Squeeze. Squuuueeeze.Press press♡ He was so persistent. Ah. Wait. You crazy bastard.
Tremble. Shudder. I hated this pathetic body that reacted even in a moment like this, but even as I bit my lip hard to endure it—
He’d slipped his hand under the maid outfit with nothing in the way, so the direct stimulation was too, too strong♡
Twitch. Twitch twitch twitch♡ Hah… haaa. Hnnngh. I was panting hotly without control.
The relentless pleasure almost made my mind go blank for a second, but I barely managed to regain my senses and started resisting again.
The unpleasant pleasure gradually began to take over my body. The involuntary trembling that spread across my entire frame.
And… I hated to admit it, but that shameful expectation that he would press even harder—
That disgusting mixture of sensations made me lash out even more, my body twisting in open defiance.
I ignored the face watching me and opened my mouth again, ready to spit out more curses.
Without realizing his face was slowly getting closer and closer. Then—
───Chuuu, sluuuurp♡ Slurp, mmm.
Before I could even react, his lips crashed into mine.
Ah… it was my first kiss, whether as a man or a woman… but I didn’t have time to think about that before his tongue forced its way inside.
It was easily twice the size of mine… his thick tongue invading me completely.
My tongue, my mouth, being violated—wait, I need to pull away, shake, shudder.
But it was pointless. My small body and frame didn’t matter at all.
His arm wrapped tightly around my waist, preventing any escape. My arms were pinned too. And still.
The kiss continued. Over and over. I had to get away, had to get away, but. I kept trying to pull back from him.
Ah, my head. It’s going numb, turning to mush♡ I can’t think of anything anymore…♡
“Mmmph—♡?! Oh, ngh, mmm… sluuuurp. Chuu, chuuuuu.
Slurp, mwah, mmmph, ngh, mmm—♡ Hnngh, mmmph♡”
…I can’t breathe. The same feeling as when I was forced to suck him off. I feel like I’m going to die. My head.
He wouldn’t give me any room to breathe, but occasionally he’d let a little air pass from his mouth into mine with a soft haa.
Only then could my body desperately gulp down the oxygen and avoid suffocating.
It was as if my life itself was in his hands. He would deliberately make me gag and choke—khk, kkhk—before finally giving me air again only when my face turned bright red.
The kiss lasted for minutes… tens of minutes. Even as I felt myself getting soaking wet down below.
His hand had left me long ago, leaving me aching and desperate.
So desperate that in my hazy mind, I unconsciously started pressing down on my pussy over the maid outfit—squeeze, press.
My mind was so blank from the kiss that I couldn’t even feel the shame as I kept rubbing myself. I didn’t know if he was watching.
I didn’t know if that bastard was laughing at how pathetic I looked. I didn’t know. I didn’t care.
My vision was starting to blur. Oxygen deprivation. This cursed kiss was stealing away my sanity…
Leaving only pleasure in its place.
He wasn’t even giving me air anymore. My head grew even fuzzier.
Was he seriously trying to kill me? Ah, I’m going to… die…♡ from a kiss…♡
Just as my tongue was being violated all the way to the root and my jaw was being squeezed even harder, his saliva pouring into me—
“—Haa, haaaah, hahhh, hek, heee, heeeeek……”
Only then was the kiss finally broken.
The sudden release made my small body collapse onto the floor with a thud.
I barely managed to catch myself with my hands, gasping desperately—hah, hahh, hek, hek…
My hair was a mess, sweat beading all over my body. The apron was practically falling off.
That same strange feeling from last time… the one where my pupils turned into hearts. Did it have something to do with arousal?
Even with heart-shaped pupils, I didn’t have the presence of mind to care. I was breathing so hard it felt like my lungs would burst.
My head was filled with nothing but the need for air, the memory of suffocation, the desperate craving for oxygen. Thoughts flooded in as I gasped for breath for what felt like dozens of minutes.
I thought I was going to die. Just a little more air. It hurts, but…
It feels… good… The thought flickered in and out of my mind. Then I heard his voice.
Only after I’d finally caught my breath did I manage to look up at him.
I was in this pathetic state, and yet he was looking down at me with a mocking smirk, completely unfazed.
The fact that I couldn’t say anything even after seeing that look… and that this woman’s body was getting wet again even in this situation…
The body that had unconsciously started grinding against its own hand just moments ago. The body that had drowned in pleasure. No, not just the body—
Even I… had almost thought it felt good if he hadn’t spoken.
God… I’m so fucking pissed off I could lose my mind…
