A Confusing Breakfast and the Nipple Cover
"Mmm-hmm. Hum-hum, mm-hmm~"
He hummed a light little tune as he stirred the pasta in the boiling water with his chopsticks. Chopping parsley into fine bits to scatter over the top, he flipped the steak sizzling to a golden brown in the pan.
A hearty breakfast to fill him up and start the day right. Today's menu was steak and pasta, plus a simple salad.
These days, with AI robots as advanced as they were, there was no real need to do housework like cleaning or cooking yourself. Even so, Master would occasionally put him in charge of preparing a meal. He didn't mind cooking — he actually enjoyed it — so he rather liked this time of day.
If he had one small complaint, it was the outfit he was wearing.
He let out a long, weary sigh.
The naked apron. Whenever he cooked, this was the mandatory uniform. Master had even gone so far as to put one on herself and boil him a pack of ramen, just so he wouldn't have a leg to stand on if he tried to argue. Of course, with Master's enormous breasts and her cock standing fully erect, the apron had jutted out in a way that looked nothing like how it sat on him.
That had been the first and last time Master ever cooked for him. A bowl of ramen she'd botched so badly the noodles had gone to mush, served with a tub of supermarket kimchi pulled straight from the fridge...
"Yaaawn — something smells good. What's for breakfast?"
"Ah, you're up, Master. Breakfast is simple today — steak and pasta, and a salad."
"Hmm. Tch. I was kinda craving a spicy stew and some spicy pork, but... steak's fine too, I guess."
Master voiced a mild complaint about the menu, then yawned, rubbed her eyes, and sat down at the table. Her outfit was outrageous.
The bottoms, for a start: dolphin shorts so short her ass was on full display. He almost thought she'd have been better off in just her panties. But the real shock was the top. At a glance it looked like an ordinary spaghetti-strap tank, except the straps had slid so far down her shoulders they'd dragged the fabric with them, leaving her chest exposed. The left breast was completely bare in all its beautiful glory. The right one had the nipple itself just barely covered, showing everything up to the upper edge of the pink areola.
"Um, M-Master, your clothes..."
"Hm? Ah, whatever. It's just you and me. Nobody else is looking. Ugh, this strap keeps slipping — it's driving me crazy. Tch. So damn annoying."
Far from fixing her clothes, Master peeled the top off entirely and bared her upper body without a second thought.
They spilled free with a heavy bounce.
Those huge, beautiful breasts, pale and creamy, swayed into view. Even during the handjob sessions, Master had always kept her top on — she'd never once shown him her chest. What on earth was she thinking, suddenly doing this...?
He knew he shouldn't, and yet his heart was pounding and his cock was starting to swell.
Nngh, no. If she catches me staring at her breasts and sees that I've gotten hard, I don't even want to think about what she'll do. Please, hahh...
"Alright, let's eat. Ah, wait — can't have sauce getting on my chest. Haon, go to my room and grab an apron. It should be on the desk."
"Yes, Master..."
He shifted his hips carefully back so she wouldn't notice, and moved with cautious, measured steps. Fetching an apron was a simple enough errand. He hadn't thought anything of it — until he saw what was sitting on the desk. His pupils trembled. He swallowed dryly.
"Um, M-Master, this was the only thing on the desk. I-is this... it?"
"Yeah. That's the one. My personal apron. Bring it here."
What he handed her was not an apron. It was, if anything, a tit cover — or more precisely, something like a nipple patch.
Master stuck that humiliating little thing over her own nipples herself, then beamed and started eating. One corner of her mouth curled a little higher than the other, a smirk that was faintly wicked and devastatingly beautiful.
Did Master not think of him as a man at all? A tiny cock. A failed male. Or failing that... a female...
"Thank you for the meal..."
It had tasted perfectly good when he'd sampled it while cooking. Right now, he couldn't have said what it tasted like if his life depended on it. Master was thrusting her chest out as if to show off the nipple covers, and he could barely tell whether the food was going into his mouth or his nose.
"Mmm, that's good. Steak really does have to be medium rare. I will never understand people who eat it rare. If you're gonna do that, just eat it raw. Well done, Haon."
"Thank you..."
"You know we train after we eat, right? Swordsmanship today."
"Yes, Master. I'll get ready right away."
They made small talk as they ate, and before he knew it the plates were nearly clean. He was finishing the last of the steak and taking a sip of water when—
"Mph— pffah! Cough, cough!"
The sight in front of him made him choke so hard he inhaled his drink. Master, eyes half-lidded, lips faintly bitten, was letting pasta sauce drip down her chest. Anyone could see it wasn't an accident. There was nothing innocent about the intent behind it.
"Oops. I spilled. Wipe it off."
"M-me?"
"Yes. You, Haon. Hurry up. It keeps running."
"Nngh... yes, Master..."
He couldn't bring himself to resist that intense gaze or that command. He grabbed a napkin and approached her.
"No. Not that. You were going to wipe your Master's body with a napkin? Use your mouth. Lick it clean with your lips and your tongue."
He blinked.
"W-with my mouth? Master's... chest?"
"Yes. What are you waiting for? It's still dripping!"
"Nnh?!"
He'd been standing there dazed with the napkin in his hand when Master yanked him in and forced his mouth against her breast. The sweet scent of her skin and the soft give of her chest filled his senses, and at the same time the pasta sauce he'd made himself flooded his mouth.
"Mmph, nngh. Slurp, suck..."
"Hahh, that's it. Clean it all off. Lick it with your tongue. Nnh, that tickles. It's like being licked by a puppy. Hahh, mmm♡"
He had no choice. He buried his face in her breast and flicked his tongue over it, cleaning as he went. Her chest was huge, but the sauce had only landed in a small area, so the job was done quickly. And yet...
Drip. Drip.
"Oh my. It fell again. I'm counting on you, Haon♡"
"Nnh, yes... lick, lick. Slurp."
"Ah, haaahn♡ That's good. Rub it with your lips too, press into it. Nnh, this side as well. Do the right one too♡"
He licked and licked and licked again, but the sauce dripping from above never seemed to end. And then, at last—
"Hahh, nngh. Iih!"
Riiip!
Master, who'd been letting out frustrated little moans, tore the nipple covers off in a fit of irritation.
"Suck them! Right now! Bite down on them and suck like you're nursing, like you're drinking milk. Wreck my nipples!"
The voice was so terrifyingly forceful he had no choice but to obey.
"Suck, slurp! Hahh, nngh. Shlurp!"
"Nnh, mmm♡ Hahh, hahh, that's it. Nipples feel so good♡ Getting off on a nipple-job. Having them chewed on and sucked, ahh, my pussy's feeling it. My pussy's tingling. Pussy, nnh, puuusy♡"
"...slurp. Suck."
He had no idea how much time had passed. Even after the sweet sauce had long since stopped dripping, he kept mindlessly chewing, sucking, and licking those plump, fully erect nipples, greedily nursing at those huge, soft breasts for what felt like forever.
"Hahh, haah, that's enough. Th-that's enough now♡"
Master gave his head a light push and told him he was done. He pulled his mouth off her nipple and stood up.
A chest that had been clean. Then a chest with pasta sauce running down it. And now a chest glazed in his saliva, pink marks left all over it.
He swallowed hard at the sight and started to turn away — only for Master's voice to stop him in his tracks.
"Lift it up."
"Ah, what?"
"The apron. Lift it up so I can see your cock."
"Ah, ahh. M-Master, that's..."
"Now."
Unlike the undone moans of a moment ago, her voice was firm. With trembling hands, he lifted the apron.
"Heh. Heheh. For a tiny-cocked little thing, you're still putting on airs like you're a man? You licked and sucked your Master's breasts however you pleased, and that little clitty of yours got all excited? That's why you're this hard?"
Master's index finger flicked his cock. She batted it this way and that, careless and offhand, scooped up the precum leaking from his urethra, smeared it over the head, and lazily stroked the shaft. Even that tiny bit of stimulation sent a jolt through his hips, and the urge to cum surged up all at once.
"Well?"
"Nngh... I-I did. Master's breasts were so beautiful that even though I was only supposed to be cleaning them, I couldn't help myself — I greedily worked my tongue and licked and sucked them. And not only that, I lusted after Master's female body and shamelessly got hard with this failed-male tiny cock of mine. I'm sorry. Please forgive this pathetic disciple of yours, Han Haon, Master. Nnh, nngh. Ah, it hurts. My balls are going to burst. P-please, Master."
"A disciple lusting after his Master's heavenly body. And a little female cock, at that. Well, my body is so beautiful I suppose you couldn't help it. Still, there has to be a punishment. We'll leave it here for today — but I'll punish you properly later, so look forward to it."
"Hahh, haah, th-thank you."
The pressure vanished from the hand that had been squeezing his balls like she meant to crush them. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His legs shook. Goosebumps ran over his whole body.
Master looked at him like that and laughed, as if she found it entertaining, then stood up from her seat.
"My chest is covered in drool. I need to wash up properly. We'll start training the second I get out, so finish the dishes fast and get ready."
"Y-yes, Master."
The bewildering breakfast was over. It left behind tears thick with shame, embarrassment, and a thread of resentment — and the sticky precum still dripping from his cock.
No. There was one more thing.
Even as time passed, the feel and the taste of Master's breasts still lingered in his mouth. A softness so yielding it was hard to believe it was just fat. A sweet scent and flavor that rose from nothing more than skin. And that cool, satisfying rush that had bloomed in a corner of his heart every time he'd chewed on those plump, fully erect nipples.
"Gulp... I want to lick them and suck them and taste them again."
He knew he shouldn't. And still he committed the disloyalty of lusting after Master's body all over again — bouncing that tiny, worthless cock so that thin precum splattered across the floor, imagining not just his mouth but his hands too, freely groping and tasting those huge, beautiful breasts...