My Fiancee and the Brisk Morning
TL: lime
ED: Spynine01
“–Wake…”
I hear a voice.
I can’t tell if it’s a dream or reality.
“–Wake up…”
The clear, beautiful voice echoed in my brain like a fragile voice of an angel.
It’s a voice I want to hear over and over again. So I want you to call out to me again and again. I hope it never ends.
“Wake up, Kojiro.”
To my surprise, my wish came true, and I was called by my name.
Then I opened my eyes as I was led by the voice of an angel.
“Seriously, there’s an angel at …”
“What?”
My real words are met with a blank stare.
“Ah, no… nothing…”
“It’s 7:30. Wake up. Breakfast is ready.”
Shiori said and left the bedroom.
Normally, I would have fallen asleep, but I woke up seeing a woman as beautiful as an angel right in front of me.
“She’s definitely an angel. It must be easy to wake up a mere mortal like me…”
However, it’s so kind of her to wake me up without asking for it.
In addition, if my eyes are going to be this bright every morning, I might as well pamper myself with Shiori from now on.
–It’s okay, right? She’s my housemate after all.
I get out of bed and decide to change into my uniform.
I go into the bathroom to change into my uniform, urinate and-
“…”
I was speechless.
Why? Because I could see Angel-sama doing her business in front of me.
As we looked at each other, the Angel threw me a word I couldn’t feel any emotion from.
“What?”
“No, for some reason I’m calm. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I believed that this kind of event would come sooner or later.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you an excuse. The bathroom in this house doesn’t have a lock. Why not, you ask? Haha. You don’t need a key to use the bathroom in a one-person apartment, right. What if a visitor comes over? All you have to do is say, “I’m going to the bathroom”. Then why did this suddenly happen? That’s because Shiori and I didn’t communicate well. That’s an issue for the future. Yeah.”
People tend to say too many words when they expose their faults, don’t they?
“It’s embarrassing to be seen in the bathroom.”
“Which one is more embarrassing?”
“This way.”
“I see…”
I close the door of the bathroom quietly.
Whoa, whoa, whoaaaaaa! Stay down! Stay downnnnnn! My one thingggggg! If I react to this, I’m a s****y b*****d for sure!
But Shiori said that she was more embarrassed to be seen here rather than being naked… There’s something erotic about such a situation…
What am I talkinggggg aboutttt!? What do you mean, “Which one is more embarrassing?” You’re such a pervert!
Ohhhhhh!
This is so much fap material for me!
No! I’m not waking up yet! I’m not waking up to that yet!! I’m going after standard erotica! Standard is good! Standard! I want to be normalllll!
“Kojiro.”
“–Hee!”
Shiori came out of the bathroom and looked at me. The look on her face was that of a person looking at disgusting garbage.
Oh so… you can make that face too, huh.
“There will be no next time.”
“Hii!”
What will she do to me? The eyes that were staring at me were completely serious.
♢
“Um… Shiori-san?”
I asked Shiori, who was eating her breakfast with a blank expression. A complete change from the expression she had just made at the bathroom.
What was laid out on the dining room table was the breakfast that Shiori had made for me as she had declared yesterday.
“W-What’s this?”
I point to the black object A on the table and ask her.
“It was called『bread』until a few minutes ago.”
“Hmm. Then what’s this?”
I point to black object B.
“It was called an 『egg』 until a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, yeah. And this?”
I point to black object C.
“It was called 『corn soup』 until a few minutes ago.”
“That’s crazy!”
I immediately made a complaint.
“If it was bread or fried eggs, I could understand how it failed. But 『instant corn soup』that fails and turns black!?”
“Don’t waste your time, just eat it. You’re such a sour-puss.”
“You’ve got something to say about this, you b*****d! Why does this look like s**t! What kind of play is this!? Ahh!?”
“Eat it without any questions!”
Shiori then pushes black object A into me.
“–Gumo!? –Mogu … Mogu …”(TL: weird eating sound)
Gulp.
“What is this… it’s really delicious”
“I told you. Cooking was my specialty.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
I took the object that was called 『bread』into my mouth to check it again.
“Eh? Eh? This is so damn Delicious. Why?”
I wondered as I took a bite of the omelet.
“What? Yum! What? What is this? This is too good.”
“Of course. I’m the one who made it.”
I’m in a happy mood. It looks like s**t, but it tastes like it’s taking me to heaven. It still looks like s**t though.
I drank Shiori’s corn soup, trying to drink up that happy morning with a bowl of corn soup.
“–Buuuuuu!” (TL: spitting sound)
I spit out the corn soup with great force and collapsed on the spot.
“Why… does the corn soup taste so bad?”
With a voice of sorrow, I fainted, unable to understand why the instant corn soup got the worst taste of them all
My Fiancee and the Brisk Morning
TL: lime
ED: Spynine01
“–Wake…”
I hear a voice.
I can’t tell if it’s a dream or reality.
“–Wake up…”
The clear, beautiful voice echoed in my brain like a fragile voice of an angel.
It’s a voice I want to hear over and over again. So I want you to call out to me again and again. I hope it never ends.
“Wake up, Kojiro.”
To my surprise, my wish came true, and I was called by my name.
Then I opened my eyes as I was led by the voice of an angel.
“Seriously, there’s an angel at …”
“What?”
My real words are met with a blank stare.
“Ah, no… nothing…”
“It’s 7:30. Wake up. Breakfast is ready.”
Shiori said and left the bedroom.
Normally, I would have fallen asleep, but I woke up seeing a woman as beautiful as an angel right in front of me.
“She’s definitely an angel. It must be easy to wake up a mere mortal like me…”
However, it’s so kind of her to wake me up without asking for it.
In addition, if my eyes are going to be this bright every morning, I might as well pamper myself with Shiori from now on.
–It’s okay, right? She’s my housemate after all.
I get out of bed and decide to change into my uniform.
I go into the bathroom to change into my uniform, urinate and-
“…”
I was speechless.
Why? Because I could see Angel-sama doing her business in front of me.
As we looked at each other, the Angel threw me a word I couldn’t feel any emotion from.
“What?”
“No, for some reason I’m calm. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I believed that this kind of event would come sooner or later.”
“Yes.”
“I’ll give you an excuse. The bathroom in this house doesn’t have a lock. Why not, you ask? Haha. You don’t need a key to use the bathroom in a one-person apartment, right. What if a visitor comes over? All you have to do is say, “I’m going to the bathroom”. Then why did this suddenly happen? That’s because Shiori and I didn’t communicate well. That’s an issue for the future. Yeah.”
People tend to say too many words when they expose their faults, don’t they?
“It’s embarrassing to be seen in the bathroom.”
“Which one is more embarrassing?”
“This way.”
“I see…”
I close the door of the bathroom quietly.
Whoa, whoa, whoaaaaaa! Stay down! Stay downnnnnn! My one thingggggg! If I react to this, I’m a s****y b*****d for sure!
But Shiori said that she was more embarrassed to be seen here rather than being naked… There’s something erotic about such a situation…
What am I talkinggggg aboutttt!? What do you mean, “Which one is more embarrassing?” You’re such a pervert!
Ohhhhhh!
This is so much fap material for me!
No! I’m not waking up yet! I’m not waking up to that yet!! I’m going after standard erotica! Standard is good! Standard! I want to be normalllll!
“Kojiro.”
“–Hee!”
Shiori came out of the bathroom and looked at me. The look on her face was that of a person looking at disgusting garbage.
Oh so… you can make that face too, huh.
“There will be no next time.”
“Hii!”
What will she do to me? The eyes that were staring at me were completely serious.
♢
“Um… Shiori-san?”
I asked Shiori, who was eating her breakfast with a blank expression. A complete change from the expression she had just made at the bathroom.
What was laid out on the dining room table was the breakfast that Shiori had made for me as she had declared yesterday.
“W-What’s this?”
I point to the black object A on the table and ask her.
“It was called『bread』until a few minutes ago.”
“Hmm. Then what’s this?”
I point to black object B.
“It was called an 『egg』 until a few minutes ago.”
“Oh, yeah. And this?”
I point to black object C.
“It was called 『corn soup』 until a few minutes ago.”
“That’s crazy!”
I immediately made a complaint.
“If it was bread or fried eggs, I could understand how it failed. But 『instant corn soup』that fails and turns black!?”
“Don’t waste your time, just eat it. You’re such a sour-puss.”
“You’ve got something to say about this, you b*****d! Why does this look like s**t! What kind of play is this!? Ahh!?”
“Eat it without any questions!”
Shiori then pushes black object A into me.
“–Gumo!? –Mogu … Mogu …”(TL: weird eating sound)
Gulp.
“What is this… it’s really delicious”
“I told you. Cooking was my specialty.”
“Eh? What do you mean?”
I took the object that was called 『bread』into my mouth to check it again.
“Eh? Eh? This is so damn Delicious. Why?”
I wondered as I took a bite of the omelet.
“What? Yum! What? What is this? This is too good.”
“Of course. I’m the one who made it.”
I’m in a happy mood. It looks like s**t, but it tastes like it’s taking me to heaven. It still looks like s**t though.
I drank Shiori’s corn soup, trying to drink up that happy morning with a bowl of corn soup.
“–Buuuuuu!” (TL: spitting sound)
I spit out the corn soup with great force and collapsed on the spot.
“Why… does the corn soup taste so bad?”
With a voice of sorrow, I fainted, unable to understand why the instant corn soup got the worst taste of them all
