Chisato could cook, and her cooking skills were very good.
Though she made simple dishes—small rice balls, flavored soup, fried sausage—they were simple but not crude. A few small bowls sat on the warming table, looking full and very warm.
Chisato took off her apron, glanced at the boy sitting cross-legged at the table, and handed him a bowl of hot rice with her own hands. Seeing Mu Xiaoxiao reach out to take it, the girl's cheeks flushed slightly.
She knelt beside him.
Quiet—
As Chisato lowered her head to eat, she kept sneaking glances at him from the corner of her eye. Watching him drink all the miso soup in one go, then put a piece of fried tofu into his mouth.
His expression was very flat—nothing showed at all.
The only sound in the quiet room was eating.
This made Chisato a little uncomfortable. Not because the atmosphere was awkward, but... she'd made a whole meal for Mu-kun. She really wanted to ask how he liked it. How did it taste?
She didn't know if he enjoyed these dishes.
But she was too embarrassed to ask... She took a few mouthfuls of rice. Finally, she couldn't hold back and said cautiously, "That... dinner... does it suit your taste?"
"Not bad."
Mu Xiaoxiao responded with an answer neither good nor bad. Seeing the girl hesitate, he squinted, wondering why she looked so preoccupied.
After thinking, he added, "A little light, but the taste isn't bad. At least much better than what I make."
Anyway, it was way more delicious than his own cooking.
"That's good." Chisato smiled, happy her cooking was praised. Just as she smiled, she suddenly caught his meaningful gaze.
Her cheeks flushed. She quickly lowered her head.
The room grew quiet again, but this time the atmosphere held a hint of ambiguity.
"One more bowl."
Mu Xiaoxiao handed over the empty bowl.
Chisato took it like a newlywed wife, filling another bowl of rice. Gradually gaining courage, she added vegetables for Mu-kun when he wasn't paying attention.
The girl immersed herself in such simple happiness. She suddenly realized—being alone like this was nice.
Or rather, she liked being alone like this. She wanted to stay with him...
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Dinner ended relatively quickly. Usually after meals came time for bad things. Chisato was used to it.
He held her soft waist with one hand, unbuttoned with the other, stripping off her tight coat. Freed the two big white rabbits bound tight by her clothes.
The cute big rabbits breathed fresh air, bouncing freely.
Heaving.
"Mu-kun... the dishes aren't cleaned yet. Wait—wait until I clean up..." The active rabbits were caught. Chisato's breath shortened. She grabbed his wrist, trying weakly to block him.
Mu Xiaoxiao was unmoved. "Don't worry. You can clean anytime. Let's handle business first."
'This kind of thing isn't business at all, is it?'
'Mu-kun, he really... why does he always want this? He likes H too much—anywhere, anytime. In school, out of school...'
'Though... it really is comfortable. But the frequency is too much... How many times has he come today?'
'Not just with me—with that Kisaragi Anna too.'
Thinking of the white-haired gyaru in their class, the girl immersed in pleasure suddenly woke. She looked down at the hickey marks Mu Xiaoxiao had left on her chest. Watched him rub the little white rabbit's red tip with his teeth.
Gritting her teeth, resisting her body's throbbing, she pushed him away. Muttered falteringly.
"It's not like we can't do H... but—but you have to promise me one thing."
'Make a request?'
After speaking, Chisato herself was surprised. She'd actually pushed Mu-kun away. She'd failed to refuse him so many times before—this was the first time.
But Chisato wasn't happy. Just a little panicked.
"Request?" Mu Xiaoxiao, forced to release her red tip, smacked his lips and stared at the girl before him.
'She knows she can't refuse me, right?'
They say winning a girl's heart unlocks more positions. But Mu Xiaoxiao had [Absolute Control] —he didn't need that. Just the body gave him all the positions he wanted.
So he never planned to pursue girls.
But... He hadn't expected this from Chisato. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Seeing the boy slightly unhappy, Chisato quickly brought her glistening pink tip near his mouth. Before Mu Xiaoxiao could react, she hugged his head and pressed it to her lips.
"I didn't mean it like that... It's just..."
"Can you kiss me? Just once? Just once, okay?"
'Kiss her?'
Mu Xiaoxiao released her little rabbit. Glanced at the hickey marks on her soft chest. "Aren't these enough?"
"Not that." Chisato bit her lip. Half-ashamed, half-resentful, she pointed to her pink, seductive lips. "Here."
'I just realized—Mu-kun has never kissed me. This guy has done every shameful, embarrassing thing to me. Teased me, bullied me.'
'But he's never kissed me. Not once.'
Until now, Chisato's first kiss remained untouched.
This made her worry, hope. She wanted Mu-kun to kiss her—then it would feel like being in love. In short, Chisato was like a lovestruck girl, longing for the boy before her to give her a real kiss.
Mu Xiaoxiao hadn't expected this to be her request.
Come to think of it... he hadn't kissed her. In the beginning, she was just a tool—half for hearts, half for collection.
Kisses weren't necessary.
Now that she mentioned it, seeing her shy, nervous expression, he sighed. He felt his heart softening toward this "tool."
He reached out and patted her butt. "Fine. I'll satisfy you... stick out your tongue."
Chisato obediently approached. Cheeks flushed, breath quickening, she slowly parted her bright red lips and cautiously extended her heart-shaped little tongue.
Red. Alluring.
Even Mu Xiaoxiao felt a little nervous. 'Damn! Nothing to be nervous about—it's just a kiss.' He suppressed his emotions and leaned in.
He sucked.
"Mmmhhh~..."
Moist. Soft. Creamy.
Taking the girl's red tongue into his mouth—touching, tangling, licking. A violent suck nearly drew out Chisato's soul.
Sweet saliva flowed. She forgot to breathe.
The kiss was clumsy, awkward. She didn't even know how to breathe properly.
But... even so, it was comfortable. Beautiful.
"Slurp~~, mmmhhmmm~"
"Um... ha..."
'This is a kiss? Really—really comfortable. So beautiful. This is Mu-kun's scent. His saliva. His breath. I like it. I really like this.'
'It's not worse than sex at all.'
Tongues lingering. Teeth clashing. Saliva exchanging...
They kissed until lips swelled, tongues numbed, until she nearly suffocated before parting. A thin thread stretched between their separated tongues. They exhaled warm breath, staring at each other.
"Hehe."
Chisato suddenly giggled.
"What's so funny?"
The girl touched her lips, eyes glowing with spring. "That kiss just now... was Mu-kun's first kiss."
"..."