Comforting Embrace

After unpacking the groceries, Yayoi-san and I were left in the kitchen. Although she said she got dibs on me, she tried to kick me out of the kitchen too as she wanted to make lunch herself. I protested, saying I wanted to help.

A few back and forth later, she gave up and allowed me to help. And so, we began to prepare lunch together. Yayoi-san chopped the vegetables while I prepared the soup – which wasn't really work extensive.

While waiting for the water to boil, I spent that time just watching Yayoi-san's graceful movements as she danced around the kitchen, chopping vegetables with precision and slicing meat with a finesse that would make a Michelin chef envious. Her apron was tied loosely around her waist, revealing the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts with every movement she made.