Park Seoh-ah (2)
Bang, bang!
"Hah… hah…♡"
"Don't cum♥ You trying to sprinkle semen all over the food?"
"N-no…"
Right in the middle of cooking, Master came out of the shower in a hurry. Then she slipped in behind me for a back hug and immediately started bouncing her hips.
She slammed her crotch against my ass over and over, filling the kitchen with wet slapping sounds.
Slap. Slap.
"Hah… hah…♡"
Every time she spanked into me, my whole body locked up with a jolt.
"Don't cum♥ You can't cum♥ You can't cum just from Master fucking you♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
There was nothing actually penetrating me, but the mere sensation was enough to grind against the prostate buried deep in my ass.
Squelch.
"Ah—stop."
Master halted the relentless pounding and crushed me in a tight embrace instead, as if she were trying to hold back even the cum that had been about to shoot free. The load that had been right at the tip wavered and retreated.
Sizzle-sizzle.
Minced garlic and bacon were frying in the pan. A thick white rope of semen had nearly blasted straight into them.
Master toyed with my areolas and nipples while whispering against my ear.
"Ahh… that was close. Almost ended up eating Cookie-semen pasta."
"…"
"Though since it's carbonara, maybe no one would even notice."
Twitch♥
"Should we just go for it and try Cookie-semen cream pasta?"
Twitch-twitch♥
I swallowed hard. My eyes locked onto Master's fingers. One more slap of those hips and I would absolutely blow. Was she seriously about to dump it into the food?
Strange hope and dread surged together; my heart hammered faster.
Her pure-white fingers pinched my nipples and rolled them.
"Hah…"
"Bang, bang."
Master breathed the words hot against my eardrum.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang."
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥
My hips convulsed; the tremor raced straight up my spine. The vibration that reached my prostate spilled out exactly as it was.
Gush♥
Semen came, but thankfully only a pathetic little dribble. I hadn't taken any vitamins, so my balls were empty. It leaked so weakly I barely even registered that I'd cum; a few drops hit the floor. Or maybe they didn't even make it that far.
"Aww, Cookie really is a dumbass♥ I thought you were smart, but you're so stupid♥"
Master kept abusing my nipples while she murmured.
"I only said bang-bang with my mouth, and you thought it was real and came♥"
"…"
"Ma~so♥ Pathetic. Brain-dead♥ So cute♥"
Twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch-twitch♥
She hadn't actually been spanking my ass at all. I hadn't noticed in the slightest. Being toyed with like that made my face burn, yet my chest only fluttered harder.
"The bacon looks a little burnt?"
Her words snapped me back; I scrambled to move the pan. From then on Master simply held me gently from behind until the food was ready. A very fast heartbeat thudded against my back. At first I couldn't tell if it was mine or hers, but the longer I listened the more certain I became it was Master's.
Is Master… excited just from being with me?
I hoped so.
I tossed the pre-boiled noodles together with the bacon, then poured in the cream sauce. Looking at the simple carbonara that had turned out surprisingly well, I swallowed a mouthful of drool.
Truthfully, proving that something doesn't make you gain weight takes a long time and a lot of data. I still couldn't be sure. But I'd been feeding Master constantly lately, so sooner or later I'd know. Of course I was eating it too. I weighed myself every day while deliberately serving fattening food.
Master had said she needed to start watching her diet, but she was so skinny I managed to talk her into eating more. In exchange she swore that the moment she put on even a little weight she would stop. Because she was so sensitive about it, the results would be crystal clear. If she ate like this and still didn't gain, the theory would be confirmed.
An all-purpose ingredient that made everything delicious and also worked as a diet food? That would be an incredible jackpot. It was also one of the ingredients that went into the carbonara cream sauce—butter. Anything with butter in it simply couldn't taste bad. The only downside was that everything made with it was supposed to be fattening.
But if I cooked with butter from the Cooking King's Warehouse, I could eat delicious food without ever putting on weight. At least, that was the hypothesis.
I plated the carbonara in a pretty dish and carried it to the table. Forks, chopsticks, and water were already waiting. Master had said she didn't need side dishes, so I'd only set out a simple salad.
She sat down and inhaled the aroma.
"Waaah. Even the smell is on another level. Our Cookie is a five-star hotel chef, huh?"
"…I'm Master's personal chef."
"Hehe, Master's personal chef?"
"Yeees…"
Master patted the chair beside her.
"Come sit here."
Chomp-chomp. Slurp.
The only sounds at the table were the happy noises of eating. Watching Master devour the food more deliciously than anyone else in the world made my mouth water all over again. Just looking at her eat was enough to spark my appetite.
When she finished a plate her whole body would give a little wriggle of satisfaction.
"Ahh~"
She twirled a perfect bite of pasta onto her fork and held it out. I simply opened my mouth and accepted it. Whoever cooked this was pretty damn good. I chewed the delicious food while staring straight at Master. She beamed and scratched under my chin like I was a puppy.
"Aww, good boy. Chew it thoroughly. Mm, Cookie is so pretty."
Just for accepting a bite of food I got praised. A happy little snort of breath escaped me. Master licked the same fork clean and kept using it. We'd already kissed, yet this kind of indirect kiss still made my heart race. She had zero hesitation about sharing saliva. It felt exactly like I had become her cherished pet dog.
Thump-thump♥
"Haa. Why is Cookie's cooking so ridiculously good? Hmm?"
With every single bite Master heaped praise on the food. Honestly I thought the way she ate was even more impressive. The way she took big, happy mouthfuls was so adorable my eyes refused to leave her. I kept watching, savoring the sight, completely losing track of time. How could anyone eat so deliciously? It almost felt criminal that I was the only one allowed to watch; I wanted the whole world to see it.
A few days ago I'd even bought an expensive high-end microphone. I already had a camera. The only reason I hadn't started filming yet was that the most important shoot of all was right around the corner, so I'd put it off.
We kept eating for a while until Master asked,
"Did Ahyoung do well on set today? How was it being her manager for a whole week?"
"Ahyoung noona was… perfect. Like she was born to be an actress."
"Really?"
"Yeees… She was the star of the entire set. The moment cameras rolled, no one else even existed."
I spoke while replaying Han Ahyoung's performance in my head.
"But if it were Master, you'd still beat Ahyoung noona easily. Master is—"
"Urgh."
Master suddenly gagged. My eyes flew open like a startled frog's.
What? Morning sickness? Is she pregnant?
A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.
"Master, are you okay?"
"…Mm. I'm fine. It's nothing. I just choke a lot."
Ah, just a choke… Thank god.
"Though… ever since I've been with Cookie it almost never happens. It's been ages."
She said it casually and went right back to twirling more pasta. The carbonara I'd made was seven servings. I'd eaten one; Master was now finishing her sixth. This was the last plate.
"Master, aren't you full?"
"Mm, a little."
"Then you don't have to finish. You can throw the rest away or leave it."
"Nn. I just still want more. I'm not forcing myself."
She never stopped moving her hands until the plate was completely clean.
"Urgh. Cough-cough."
After that she gagged three more times. I rubbed her back.
"Master, I think you're having indigestion. Want me to do hand acupuncture? First take some digestive medicine."
I scrambled around, gathering every kind of digestive pill, gel, and drink I owned. Then I tied thread around my fingers and pricked them. Pitch-black blood welled up.
"Ah… Master, you've been working so hard. This is a really bad case."
"Is the blood super black?"
"Yeees…"
I gently patted her back.
"Today just rest without thinking about anything. I've watched how hard you push yourself."
"…"
"When your body feels bad, you have to rest."
When she still didn't answer I put on my cutest voice.
"Today… can you keep holding me the whole time? I want to be held by Master…"
Indigestion isn't only from eating too much too fast. Psychological stress plays a huge part too. Master had gotten harsh feedback during the script reading, and ever since then she'd been running even harder than usual—harder than words could describe. Fatigue had piled up, along with pressure and anxiety. It would have been weird if she hadn't gotten indigestion.
Still no answer. Maybe she didn't like the idea of holding me the whole time…
I lifted my head. Master was staring at me blankly.
"Master… I've never had anyone treat me like this before."
Peck♥
She pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
"Thank you, Cookie."
Thump-thump♥
"…Eheh."
"Shall I just keep cuddling Cookie all day today?"
"…Eheh. I want to keep… being held…"
"Come here."
Master pulled me into her arms and shared her warmth. I was still melting into the hug when she said something I never expected.
"Want ice cream for dessert?"
"Right now… maybe we shouldn't?"
"Hehe, you think so? I just… still feel like eating something."
She took my hand and placed it on top of her own head.
"Then… will you stroke Master's hair? It felt really nice when Cookie patted me earlier…"
"…Yeees."
I carefully ran my fingers through Master's hair. Soft. The strands parted and flowed along the grain. The silky texture made me want to keep touching it all day. Master could feel every movement of my hand.
"So this is what Cookie feels like. I might get addicted. Does Master look like a puppy now?"
Thump♥
"Woof-woof?"
Thump-thump♥
My pupils shook like an earthquake had hit. I froze mid-stroke and stared at her. My expression must have been hilarious, because Master gave my lips a light kiss.
"Sorry. Did Master break Cookie's heart? I'll be more careful."
She rubbed her head against my palm herself and said,
"Woof, woof?"
"Heh, hah…♡"
Thump-thump-thump♥
Master grinned and stroked my back until I finally managed to calm down. Then she spoke again.
"Shall we try the coffee Cookie made? The one everyone else is dying to taste?"
"…No. I really think you shouldn't put anything else in your stomach right now…"
I'd vaguely read somewhere that coffee could help digestion, but right now zero food seemed best. Master still clearly wanted to keep eating—even though she was full. Especially when she had indigestion and should have wanted nothing at all. The bingeing was extreme.
Then a thought suddenly hit me.
Ah. Why didn't I realize this sooner.
"I still want a little more…"
Master right now was…