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Morning — I woke up in our bed at home.

“Home” is a stretch. As an S-rank adventurer, I’m away more than I’m here. No mansion—just a simple three-room wooden house on the outskirts of Rudro Town, a little off the center.

Sunlight slanted through the window. I squinted, glancing beside me. Aine was already up.

I rolled out of bed and padded to the living room. Door creaked open—there she was: long hair tied back, still in her nightgown under an apron, prepping breakfast. She’d beaten me out of bed again.

She noticed me.

“Morning, Lunois.”

“Morning.”

We’d been living together a week. She insisted on handling all the chores—cooking, cleaning, the works. I help when I can, but this morning she took the lead.

“Almost ready. Sit.”

“Thanks.”

I took a seat, sneaking glances. She was dead serious about plating. Told her not to stress, but she wanted it perfect.

She’d been a knight in the empire—gutting monsters on the job probably made chopping veggies a breeze. “Sword or kitchen knife, same grip,” she’d bragged once, smug.

She asked about my taste every time.

“You like it light, right? Should I thin it more?”

“Don’t cook just for me. It’s work.”

“I want to make what you like.”

“Anything you cook is good.”

“Stop saying that!”

She spun around, fake-mad but half-smiling. I wasn’t lying. Her cooking? Gold.

“It’s your food. I trust you.”

“Don’t dodge! It’s been a week—I wanna nail your favorites!”

“Fine. Let me taste.”

I stood beside her. She ladled soup into a small bowl—seafood today.

She watched, nervous, eyes upturned.

“How is it?”

Took a sip. She liked it bold; still a touch strong for me, but good.

“Yeah, solid.”

“Really?”

She leaned in—too close. Lately, she could smell my lies. I looked away. She frowned.

“Liar.”

“It’s good, I swear.”

“You said you wanted your taste! Ugh—adding water.”

She turned to the sink. Then—wobble. Her knees buckled.

I caught her fast.

“S-sorry…”

“Don’t be. You okay? Came early today.”

“Y-yeah… always bad, but—wah!”

“Got you.”

We’d gotten used to this. I carried her to the bedroom. She buried her face in my chest, shy as ever.

Collar of Lust—still no fix. But things had shifted. The forced heat? Now it was our moment.

I laid her on the bed. She squirmed, breathing hard—pure temptation. I stayed calm, sliding in beside her.

I’d learned something lately.

“N-no… not that again…!”

She shook her head, resisting. I pinned her wrists above her head. She fought—weakly—cheeks flushed, breath ragged.

Eyes darting, avoiding mine. She liked it rough. The more I “bullied” her, the hotter she got.

Easy to hold in heat mode. Right hand free, I traced her stomach.

“Nnh… f-fu…! T-tickles…!”

“But you love this, don’t you?”

“N-not… ah!”

She arched, moaning. Pretended to hate it—but her eyes screamed more.

Used to rush it. Now? I took my time. Found what made her melt.

Today—slow burn.

I slid my hand up, under the apron, around to her back. Unhooked her bra. Pulled it off.

Her nipples—hard through the shirt.

I circled them gently.

“Nnh! N-no… there… haa…”

She thrashed, but her breath shattered. Body trembling.

“Lunoisaa…”

Voice dripping need. Teary eyes—adorable. Wanted to end it fast… But damn, I wanted to watch.

If she truly hated it, I’d stop. But her resistance? Fading fast. She loved the tease.

I scratched lightly with a nail.

“Nnh! Nnh! N-no… something weird’s coming… s-stop…”

“Stop?”

“Hiu…! Ah… m-more…”

“Which is it?”

“Nnh…!”

I stroked softly. Tears welled. Then—pleading:

“More… touch me more…”

“Good girl. Hands stay up.”

“…M-mmm…”

I let go. She gripped the sheets, ready.

Both hands now—cupped her breasts. Soft. Perfect fit. Rubbed. Thumbed her nipples.

She clenched fists, enduring.

“Ah! Ah! Naa… I-I’m…!”

Jolt. She came—just from that.

But the heat? Still burning. Chest alone wasn’t enough. Needed direct.

I kept going. Her lips parted—moans free.

“Ah… aaah… Lunois… I already came…!”

“I know. At your limit?”

“W-want… you… inside…!”

Wanted to tease more… But her begging broke me.

I hooked her panties—soaked, huge wet spot. Slid them off. Her glistening pussy—begging.

Outside? Fingers. Home? All in.

I dropped my pants. Hard. Slid into her slick heat—slow.

“Fuu… uhh… fuuu…”

Tight. Always. Bottomed out—scratched her nipple.

Her walls clamped.

“Gonna move.”

“…!”

Left hand on nipple. Right to her clit—slippery with her juices.

Her eyes shot open.

“N-NO! Not there—too much—!”

She grabbed my hand—weak. Couldn’t stop me. She arched, desperate.

I sped up. Room filled with her cries.

“Ah! Ah! Unh! Lunois—again—cumming—!”

“Me too…! Shooting…!”

Her pussy squeezed. I slammed deep. Exploded inside.

She twitched, then melted. Heavy breaths. Tears. Looked at me.

I cupped her cheek. Kissed her soft.

Breakfast could wait. Our day started with love.