A Morning Routine and an Unexpected Date
"If you married me, would you make me breakfast like this every day?"
Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish...
"Ugh... hngh... hkk..."
"Mm... slurp... mph..."
Na-yeon, now fully awake, shifted back into her usual delinquent mode. She forced a kiss on me and began rubbing my penis up and down without mercy. If I showed even the slightest sign of struggling, she would immediately glare at me with wide, fierce eyes, forcing me to behave. Perhaps it was because it was that time of day when I was at my hardest, or perhaps Na-yeon was subconsciously getting better at finding all my sensitive spots, but it didn't take long for the urge to ejaculate to surge within me. I began to buck my hips, letting out ragged groans.
"Mmmph...!! Ugh, hngh...!!"
Na-yeon pulled her lips away, looking down at me with a satisfied expression, and teased me in her signature, cocky tone.
"...Heh, you're so damn cute. Hey, here's a gift."
With that, she unzipped her pajamas and thrust her soft, bare breasts—no bra in sight—right in front of my face. My eyes went wide, and I gasped for air, my face flushed bright red as I stared at them. At the same time, my patience finally hit its limit. I squeezed my thigh muscles tight and exploded, spraying my seed everywhere.
"Ugh...! Ugh, kgh, ghh...! Ahhhhhh...!"
Splurt, splurt, spluuurt...
Na-yeon watched with a beaming smile as my penis twitched, still leaking semen. Like someone wringing water out of a damp sponge, she gripped my glans tightly, milking out every last drop.
While I lay there with my chin tilted back, catching my breath and lost in the afterglow of my climax, Na-yeon glanced at her sticky, semen-covered hand and then casually brought it to her tongue.
"...Slurp... What, it tastes pretty good today? Did you eat something good yesterday?"
"Ugh, ugh... I, it's the same as usual..."
"Hmm...? That's weird, it tastes better..."
It seemed Na-yeon found the rich, concentrated taste of male semen—produced in abundance while I slept—to be the most delicious. She tilted her head in confusion and licked the remaining fluid off her hand. Finally, she wiped the rest onto the blanket, hauled herself up, and stretched her arms out wide. Her perky breasts were pushed forward, bouncing in the air. Once she finished stretching, she lowered her arms, zipped her pajamas back up, and looked back at me, muttering lazily.
"...Hey, I'm hungry. Make me some food."
...Thirty minutes later.
Na-yeon was sitting cross-legged on a dining chair with her bare feet up, humming a small tune while staring at her phone. She was still wearing her cute animal pajamas. Lacking any real culinary skills, I had taken some eggs from the fridge to fry, along with a few Vienna sausages. I placed the finished meal on the table and nervously watched her reaction.
"...Um... I'm sorry, I don't know how to cook many things... Is this okay...?"
"..."
Na-yeon stopped looking at her phone and glanced at the table. Her eyes widened, and she lowered her phone to stare intently at the food I had prepared. I watched her complexion anxiously, terrified that she wouldn't like it.
'Of course, it's nothing compared to the breakfast Na-yeon's mother usually makes... But this is the best I can do, what am I supposed to do...'
"...Hey."
"Y, yeah...?"
I flinched and answered, intimidated by her low, serious tone. Na-yeon slowly lifted her head, looked at me with round eyes, and asked:
"...If you married me, would you make me breakfast like this every day?"
"O, oh, I suppose so..."
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, my mind went blank, and I blurted out an answer. Na-yeon's face flushed bright red, and she blinked at me, staring intently before she suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, clutching her stomach.
"...Pfft... Why are you actually answering that, you idiot? Why would I marry you..."
But even as she scolded me, an unmistakable, joyful smile was plastered on her face. Soon, Na-yeon picked up her chopsticks and began to eat the meal I had prepared. Fortunately, the combination of fried eggs and Vienna sausages wasn't exactly a polarizing menu, so she ate it well despite my lack of skill. I watched in a daze, surprised by the ferocious speed at which she devoured her breakfast. I was a light eater who could barely finish a single portion of anything, but Na-yeon, being a girl in her prime, had an incredible appetite. The fact that she maintained such a slim figure while eating like that must have meant she was just as active.
I watched with a warm heart as Na-yeon polished off everything, leaving me with almost nothing of my own cooking. Once she finished, she stretched her legs out on the chair as if lying down, patting her slightly protruding belly with a happy expression.
"Hehe, feels so good."
Then, suddenly realizing she might look a bit unsightly, she hurriedly sucked in her belly and sat demurely with her legs together. She quickly wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand to remove a stray grain of rice, then glanced at me with a flushed face. I gave her a gentle smile to put her at ease and carefully opened my mouth.
"...So, what should we do for the rest of the day, Na-yeon? Do you have any plans?"
"P... Plans? Why would I have plans, are you stupid?"
"Oh... what were you going to do today, then?"
"...I don't know... If someone asks to meet up, I hang out with them... If not, I just stay home..."
"Huh... You didn't make any plans to go out with friends?"
I had naturally assumed that Na-yeon, like my younger sister, was an 'insider' at school, so I asked with a genuinely curious expression, puzzled that she had no plans for the holiday. Na-yeon frowned, looking slightly flustered, and mumbled.
"...Th... That kind of stuff doesn't exist..."
"No, what about Ye-eun and Seung-hee? Don't you hang out with them?"
"...They're hanging out with kids from their own classes."
"B, but don't friends at school call you to hang out? Especially someone like you, Na-yeon..."
"...Ah, for fuck's sake, is that any of your business? Stop nagging, how many times do I have to tell you there's no one to meet today...!?"
Na-yeon snapped at me, then turned her head away as if sulking and stared at her phone. I flinched in fear. I watched her profile as she glared at her phone, and thought to myself:
'...What is this? Could it be that Na-yeon is actually a bit like me...? Is she such a scary delinquent that she doesn't actually have any close friends around her...?'
Perhaps due to a strange sense of camaraderie, Na-yeon felt a little closer to me than before. I finally opened my mouth very carefully and asked her.
"...Um... Na-yeon."
".......What, fucker."
Na-yeon snapped back in a slightly dejected, blunt voice. I tilted my head slightly, observing her complexion with caution, and asked:
"...I, if... if you don't have any plans today, do you want to go out and hang out with me?"
Na-yeon, who had been fiddling with her phone, stopped dead. She froze in that position for a moment. Then, with a face as red as a radish, she stared at me with wide eyes and swallowed hard. Fearing she might be offended, I hurriedly waved my hands to explain.
"...I, it's not like that! It's a holiday, it'd be a waste to just stay home like this, so I just meant we could go out for a bit..."
'...And if I do things like this, Na-yeon's mother will be more satisfied and pay me more.'
I thought to myself, scratching my head with an awkward laugh. Na-yeon stared at me blankly for a while, then lowered her eyes and slowly stood up from her seat. I broke into a cold sweat, flustered, and asked carefully.
"W, where are you going, Na-yeon...?"
"...Well, I have to change if we're going out, don't I?"
Na-yeon mumbled a short reply, turned away with a haughty air, and walked toward her room. Once inside, she pulled the zipper of her pajamas down to her navel, then suddenly glanced back at me, watching from outside, and muttered under her breath.
"...Fuck, what are you staring at...?"
"O, oh...! Sorry, I won't look...!"
As I hurriedly turned my head to avoid her gaze, Na-yeon watched me for a moment and muttered.
"...Don't watch from there, come inside and watch."
"Oh... oh...?"
While I was stammering in confusion, Na-yeon pulled the zipper all the way down and unfastened it. With her nipples barely covered, she glanced at me, then suddenly scowled and snapped at me.
"...Fuck, are you not coming in yet?"
"O, oh...!"
I scrambled off the chair and ran into Na-yeon's room. She slammed the door shut, ran a hand through her hair, and then, with great force, stripped off her animal pajamas right in front of me.
"...Hey, catch."
"Oh...!"
Na-yeon tossed the pajamas she'd been wearing all night at me and watched with a satisfied smirk as my eyes were drawn entirely to her perky, bare breasts. She deliberately leaned over while slowly putting on her dolphin shorts, showing off her breasts, which bounced like pudding in the air. Afterward, she picked up a black bra lying on the floor, and perhaps struck by a mischievous thought, she giggled wickedly and handed it to me, saying:
"...Tee-hee~ Teacher, could you put this on for me?"
"O, oh..."
Na-yeon giggled and turned her back to me, revealing her bare, white skin.