This chapter contains lemons, I'll mark the start and end.
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The aroma of sizzling beef bulgogi and steaming kimchi stew filled the kitchen, mingling with the faint scent of sesame oil.
Helen hummed softly as she arranged the final dish—a vibrant plate of japchae noodles glistening with soy sauce and sesame seeds.
Beside her, Cindy stirred a bubbling pot of soup, her apron tied snugly around her waist, her movements deliberate and practiced.
Helen glanced at Cindy with a smile. "I think we're almost done," she said, setting the plates down on the table. "This smells incredible."
Cindy smirked, her sharp eyes flicking up from the pot. "Of course it does." She gave the soup one last stir before turning off the stove. "I did nothing but cook and train for a decade in a bunker."
"Ah, yes, Wanda told me about it," Helen replied.
Just as Helen set the plates down, the door opened, and Erik walked in, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. His hair was still slightly damp, water droplets glistening on his chest.
Wanda entered right behind him, her cheeks a bit flushed, though she tried to maintain her usual composure. A towel covered her torso and another wrapped around her hair to absorb the moisture from her head.
Cindy's sharp eyes immediately took in the scene. She noticed Wanda's slightly rosy cheeks and Erik's suspiciously refreshed demeanor.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she thought to herself, 'Something steamy definitely happened…' She smirked inwardly, filing the thought away for later.
Helen, oblivious to Cindy's quiet amusement, greeted Erik and Wanda with a bright smile. "Hey, guys! You're here just in time. The food's almost ready!" she exclaimed, gesturing to the spread on the table. "We made a Korean special since Cindy and I are both Korean."
"Well, my mom was, but anyway..." Cindy corrected with a small laugh.
Erik's face lit up with genuine interest. "That sounds amazing," he said. "I've wanted to try Korean food for a while now."
Wanda, standing beside Erik, added, "We missed covering South and North Korea during our world tour."
Erik chuckled softly, glancing at Helen. "Well, we had an urgent side quest, so some countries had to be skipped. And yeah, ever since you became the Queen of Sokovia, Kim Jonny Uwu is dying to become friends with you." He pointed to Wanda.
Wanda crossed her arms, giving Erik a playful scowl."Ugh! No way in hell! Besides, you're the real king of Sokovia and I'm just your puppet. He'd be a better friend of yours, don't you think?" She teased, rolling her eyes at the notion of global diplomacy.
Erik chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I can have some beers with the guy someday."
"Just make sure to poison his glass, dear." Wanda snorted as she sat down in the dining chair.
Cindy, stirring the pot one last time, smirked and said, "Well, let's just skip North and we can tour South Korea on our next vacation anyway, this time with Helen as well. She'll be a good guide since I've never been there either."
"Mmm, sounds like a plan to me," Wanda agreed, removing the towel from her head, she ruffled her hair one last time before putting it on the side.
Helen brought over the final dish, smiling warmly at Erik. "I hope you like it. Cindy was the real expert here, though. I mostly helped."
Erik nodded appreciatively. "I'm sure it's fantastic. Thanks, Helen. Thanks, Cindy."
As they settled around the table, the conversation flowed easily. Wanda commented on the rich flavors of the kimchi stew, while Erik eagerly dug into the bulgogi. Helen watched them with a sense of satisfaction, glad to see everyone enjoying the meal she and Cindy had worked so hard on.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she realized Cindy was no longer sitting beside her. Her chair was empty, though no one else seemed to have noticed.
Confused, Helen tried to look around, but her attention was quickly drawn to the faint sound coming from under the table.
It started as a soft, wet slurping noise, barely audible over the clinking of utensils and casual chatter. Helen froze, her spoon halfway to her mouth.
The sound grew louder, more deliberate, and unmistakably… lewd. Her cheeks burned as realization dawned on her. 'Oh my god,' she thought, her heart pounding. 'Is she...?'
'At least eat the food first!' she thought, her embarrassment mixing with a strange, flustered curiosity.
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She glanced at Erik, who was calmly eating his food, his expression perfectly normal save for the faintest flicker of something in his eyes.
His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and then relaxed as if he were suppressing a reaction. Helen's gaze darted to Wanda, who was still focused on her meal, either unaware or choosing to ignore what was happening.
"Slurrrp. Glrunk glrunk. Slorp slooork slorp."
Below the table, Cindy's mouth was wrapped tightly around Erik's cock, her lips stretched wide as she bobbed her head with ease. Her hand gripped the base of his shaft, stroking in sync with the rhythm of her mouth.
His cock was thick and hard, pulsing against her tongue as she worked him with slow, deliberate strokes. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a vacuum that made him twitch, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly.
Cindy smirked around him, her lips stretching as she took him deeper, her nose brushing against the coarse hair at his base. She could smell him—musky and masculine, a scent that sent a shiver down her spine.
Each draw of her lips produced a symphony of wet suction: "Schlllck schlllkk schllop. Ssssllllllooooaaaarkk! Slluuurrpp slupp schluppp!"
Erik shifted slightly in his seat, his hand tightening around his chopsticks. He reached for another bite of food, his movements steady despite the growing tension in his body.
While Erik tried to maintain composure, a faint groan soon escaped his lips, barely audible over the clinking of cutlery, but it was enough to make Wanda glance at him curiously.
"Cindy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Erik replied.
Helen shot her a disbelieving look, her face burning hotter than the kimchi stew. 'She knows... well, not surprising, considering our relationship.'
Under the table, Cindy showed no signs of stopping. If anything, she only grew more enthusiastic, her tongue lapping at Erik's length as if it were the most delicious candy she'd ever tasted. Her tongue swirled around the head, coaxing out pre-cum that she eagerly lapped up, her moans muffled by his cock.
Helen's face burned as she tried to focus on her own meal, but the sounds beneath the table were impossible to ignore. Every slurp, every wet gasp, made her pulse race.
She stole a glance at Erik, who was now staring intently at his plate, his chest rising and falling just a little faster than before.
Cindy, meanwhile, was determined to make him lose control. She cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she took him deep into her throat. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with mischief, silently daring him to react.
"Grlunk glllunk schlarp! Sschlllp glukk glukk schlupp!"
Her gag reflex was nonexistent, months of practice allowed her to swallow him whole without hesitation. Erik's breath hitched again, this time more noticeably.
She could feel Erik's body tensing beneath her touch, his hips subtly shifting forward as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth.
Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, tracing the sensitive vein there as she swallowed him deeper, her nose brushing against his pelvis. The musky scent of him filled her senses, driving her further.
Finally, Erik couldn't hold back any longer. His hand shot under the table, tangling in Cindy's hair as he guided her head forward, forcing his cock all the way down her throat.
'He's cumming,' Helen remarked. The thought made her stomach flutter, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity swirling inside her.
A choked "GAGK!" escaped Cindy's stuffed throat as Erik forcefully shoved himself to the hilt.
Her eyes rolled back in blissful surrender, she quaked as he throbbed hard against her vulnerable tonsils. "Mmmph mmmpf mmpph!"
Cindy gulped desperately, cheeks hollowing as she strained to swallow the torrent pouring into her greedy mouth. Throat muscles bulging obscenely with each gulp. "Glrkk glruk gllrkkk gllruuk! GLLUUKK! GGGLRRUUKK! GGGRRLLRK!"
"Mmph mmmpfff mmmph mmpfff!" Nostrils flaring as Cindy inhaled shallowly, focusing on just accepting Eirikyr's massive load.
As he held her head firmly in place, forcing her to accept every last spurt, she whimpered in blissful submission. Her pussy clenched needily, juices trickling down her thighs as his dominance ignited a fire within her core.
Taking a shaky gulp to ensure every drop was consumed, she then tilted her chin up, presenting her face to him like a gift. Her small pink tongue lolled obscenely from her mouth as she opened her jaw, stretching her ruby-red lips apart with trembling fingers.
Cindy held the position, letting Erik drink in the debauched sight she made.
Tongue still extended, she looked up at him expectantly, silently seeking his approval. A strand of saliva connected her chin to the underside of her tongue, dangling precariously as she awaited his reaction.
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Erik smirked and looked down, his hand probably ruffling Cindy's hair affectionately. "Good girl," he murmured, his tone low and approving.
Cindy grinned, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand before crawling back to her seat. She grabbed a tissue, dabbing at her cheeks and chin before picking up her chopsticks again as if nothing had happened.
Helen stared at her, utterly speechless.
Cindy turned to Helen with a slight tilt of her head, her expression one of mild confusion, as though she hadn't just done something outrageous under the table. She blinked, her lips curling into a faint, almost innocent smile.
"What's the matter, Helen?" Cindy asked, her tone light and casual, as if the scene moments before had been entirely imagined.
Helen's mouth opened and closed several times, her brain scrambling for a response. Her face burned a vivid red, and she stammered out, "I… uh… nothing."
Wanda, who had been silently observing the exchange, giggled softly. "Cindy," she said, her voice laced with amusement, "Helen's still really new to… well, to our dynamic. Maybe ease her in a bit slower next time?"
Cindy's eyes widened in mock understanding. "Ohhh," she said, dragging out the word. She turned back to Helen, her smile softening. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It's just… well, I just can't control myself sometimes,you know?"
Helen's face grew even hotter, and she quickly shook her head. "I-I'm not uncomfortable! Just… surprised, that's all."
Cindy's grin widened mischievously. "Good. Because things can get a lot more surprising around here."
Wanda leaned back in her chair, still chuckling. "Don't scare her off, Cindy."
Helen glanced at Wanda, grateful for the small reassurance. "You mean… this is normal for you guys?"
Wanda shrugged a playful glint in her eyes. "Normal's relative. Let's just say, Cindy comes with a few… perks. And you'll get used to it."
Helen swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between Wanda and Cindy. She could feel the heat creeping up her neck again. "I see," she said softly, though she wasn't entirely sure she did.
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