Chapter 12: Dressup (1)
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Chapter 12: Dress-up (1)Chapter 12: Dress-up (1)
The dinner felt different to Nik. First, he missed the evening shift expected from him in Yuuko's shop, so he was eating dinner with the Souma Family. Second, he now understood what others talked about. And third—
'My god, this is colorful...' Nik gulped.
The spread in front of him was more than exceptional. Although he lacked crucial information on others' skills, Nik admitted Mitsuko was an excellent cook because everything smelled delicious.
Nik was brought out of his reverent thoughts by Sayoko's reluctant huff.
"Eh, I wanted to go shopping, too... Next weekend, we all will go together!" The blonde sighed and ate rice with her chopsticks. She glanced at Nik's hand and purposely ate slowly.
"You just want new toys. I keep telling you, just get drunk with your mates from the lecture. The more, the merrier." Souko shrugged, but she also waved her hand in his direction before eating.
Despite hearing whatever they said and how scandalous everything sounded, Nik did not judge them in his heart. It isn't his place to do so, after all. He was neither their parent nor sibling. If he somehow became friends with them, he would suggest they try looking for a partner elsewhere because their ship has long sailed.
Again, no judgment. Nik understood you pay for your actions. You rebel, you die—stuff like that. If anything, he didn't even feel bothered by their words because of his past.
"By the way, since when did you treat an adult like a kid, mom?" Kurumi frowned as she looked at their source of amusement—Nik's hand.
"What? I asked him after we tried out some clothes. Nik said he didn't mind learning how to use chopsticks." Mitsuko smiled at Nik and replied jovially.
"So you went kindergarten on him with a set of Edison?" Kurumi looked at her mother strangely.
This world has a Thomas Edison, too, Nik now knew. But that wasn't the point. From the very beginning, those around him ate using two thin sticks. In this household, the sticks were metallic and reusable, but he had also seen Genta use wooden chopsticks tossed away after use.
In his hand, however, was something much more complex and sophisticated.
The sticks in his hand were made of plastic and connected from the top, allowing Nik to use the chopsticks by sliding his thumb and index in plastic loops. A perfect item to train a kid or an amnesiac noob to eat using a chopstick—the Edison!
'What was wrong with the spoons for the rice?' Nik questioned internally, but being good with his hands, he was getting a good grasp of how the chopsticks worked. He accepted Sayoko's silent help and used her actions as a template.
"So? Did you buy something for us?" Sayoko inquired.
"Sweetie, I sent the message to the group, but all of you replied you wanted nothing," Mitsuko sighed.
"Ignore Sayoko, she's crazy," Kurumi scoffed and inquired, "What did you buy for yourself?"
"Oh, just something Nik picked up for me. His taste is quite good for someone who cannot communicate easily."
'Thank you, Madam.' Nik shrugged to himself as he drank the soup. Nik enjoyed how almost every meal coupled with a bowl or two of soup. However, there was the fact that constantly drinking the soup also persuaded him to use the toilet more often than he used to back then.
"Heh~!" Souko smiled slyly, "Did you let him get a good look?"
"Well—"
"Souko-nee!" Kurumi snorted.
"I did," Mitsuko completed without a hint of shame, and oddly, the three girls grew curious even when Kurumi still continued to eat with an upset look.
"Hmm, it's a lavender dress with a deep back, and Nik was kind enough to handle the zipper."
"His or yours?" Sayoko inquired with a smirk while winking at Kurumi.
"Of course, mine," Mitsuko stated unhappily, "What do you take me to be, young lady?"
"Err... he cannot understand us, so we still have to speak through the script?" Souko questioned.
'Oh, should have known. There's a script,' Nik snickered internally. He would love to review said script.
It's as if he was back home but in better conditions—where blood and orgasms forged better relationships. Mix a healthy dose of sadism, and it would be like he never left.
"Well, as long as I didn't do it."
Nik heard Mitsuko giggling, and he returned to the bedside.
"Do you like what you see?" Mitsuko inquired and raised her hands over her head while lying on the bed.
This action made her dress tug upward. Her breasts clamped together and made her cleavage more prominent. With her head tilting upward, she revealed her neck that demanded to get peppered with kisses.
Only the growing tent in his pajama showed what he felt seeing her like this. He undid the last button of his nightshirt but did not remove it. He climbed up the bed and positioned himself atop Mitsuko, whose smile widened in response. Leaning forward, he clasped her wrists above her head and reached down with his other hand to take off her glasses. But seeing Mitsuko shake her head slightly, he smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand instead.
"I feel like thanking you for all this, but... if possible, I would have done it using your language," Nik mumbled, "And possibly be honest even. I think we hit off well."
A little startled seeing Nik speak, a rare act because of the language barrier, Mitsuko's smile widened. Either Nik was a great actor cursing her with that gentle expression, or he felt grateful to her. She was fine either way. If it's the former, she hoped Nik called her the naughtiest things, and if it's the latter, she hoped to understand all of it, eventually.
Once again, with Nik leaning down, their lips met as he brought his hand lower over Mitsuko's body, 'thanking' her properly.
He wished he chose a dress with a zipper on the front. It would have made this a lot easier. But he needed to do with what he had.
His fingers accurately picked favor on her poking nipples. He didn't need a pair of Edison for this. His index pressed against her left nubbin as they kissed passionately. His hold on her wrists grew more firm with every passing second. Their lust deepened, and so did their desire for each other. Mitsuko now wished her hands weren't caught like this. She wanted her nails to run down his chest and trace his neck, too.
"Mmgh," they groaned against each other as Nik cupped her breast against the dress and her luscious chest almost popped free from the deep neckline of her dress. It left her disheveled and encouraged Nik to feel her breasts further.
Letting go of Mitsuko's wrists, Nik leaned back with a soft exhale as Mitsuko chuckled and instantly caught his collars, pulling him down again, almost knocking their foreheads against each other.
"Mmph!" Mitsuko moaned, enjoying Nik grabbing her breasts a little rough this time. She soon let go of his collar now that he understood how much she enjoyed their kiss and let her hands inch toward his chest. Further down, she felt the raging erection tilt upwards in her direction and was only held back by the thin and restrictive hold of the pajamas.
---
"It's... lock," Souko slowly twisted the knob again to confirm and then looked back at Sayoko and Kurumi.
"Oh, ho~" Sayoko chuckled while Kurumi frowned.
"But didn't mom say not to lock the doors?"
"Has she ever locked the doors?" Souko scoffed, "You scared him, and things were finally getting interesting. You had to show your colossal head, didn't you?"
Kurumi pouted, "Not my fault that all I could see was mom's back... seen it many times already."
"Well, there you go. Another kid scared away," Souko shrugged.
"Another?" Kurumi questioned as Sayoko and Souko glanced at each other.
"Well... promise not to shout?" Sayoko inquired, and Kurumi nodded hesitatingly.
"Ehm... we both, and even Mom, know that um... your boyfriend broke up with you... so..."
"WH—"
Sayoko instantly held her hand against Kurumi's mouth as she glared at the youngest of the family. "Are you stupid? Didn't you agree not to shout?" She glared while rebuking in a hushed tone.
Kurumi glared back as she pulled back and left with a stomp.
"Now that the exposer has left, come on, let's keep watching," Souko winked at Sayoko while taking a key out of her pocket.
Sayoko smirked as Souko discreetly opened the door once again. Both looked carefully and heard a hushed snicker. "I knew Souko-nee had the key."
The elder sisters pursed their lips as another set of eyes added themselves to the list of spectators.
***
Alternative Title: The Edison Chopsticks; Feels Like Home; Lavender on Mitsuko; Kurumi's Caring? The Horny Gremlins; Starting with the Mother; One Can be Horny AND Kind; Broken Within; Now That's a Kiss; Souko's the Answer to Locked Doors; Kurumi Will Be Back... Kurumi is Back; Don't Need Edisons Anymore
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Chapter 12: Dress-up (1)Chapter 12: Dress-up (1)
The dinner felt different to Nik. First, he missed the evening shift expected from him in Yuuko's shop, so he was eating dinner with the Souma Family. Second, he now understood what others talked about. And third—
'My god, this is colorful...' Nik gulped.
The spread in front of him was more than exceptional. Although he lacked crucial information on others' skills, Nik admitted Mitsuko was an excellent cook because everything smelled delicious.
Nik was brought out of his reverent thoughts by Sayoko's reluctant huff.
"Eh, I wanted to go shopping, too... Next weekend, we all will go together!" The blonde sighed and ate rice with her chopsticks. She glanced at Nik's hand and purposely ate slowly.
"You just want new toys. I keep telling you, just get drunk with your mates from the lecture. The more, the merrier." Souko shrugged, but she also waved her hand in his direction before eating.
Despite hearing whatever they said and how scandalous everything sounded, Nik did not judge them in his heart. It isn't his place to do so, after all. He was neither their parent nor sibling. If he somehow became friends with them, he would suggest they try looking for a partner elsewhere because their ship has long sailed.
Again, no judgment. Nik understood you pay for your actions. You rebel, you die—stuff like that. If anything, he didn't even feel bothered by their words because of his past.
"By the way, since when did you treat an adult like a kid, mom?" Kurumi frowned as she looked at their source of amusement—Nik's hand.
"What? I asked him after we tried out some clothes. Nik said he didn't mind learning how to use chopsticks." Mitsuko smiled at Nik and replied jovially.
"So you went kindergarten on him with a set of Edison?" Kurumi looked at her mother strangely.
This world has a Thomas Edison, too, Nik now knew. But that wasn't the point. From the very beginning, those around him ate using two thin sticks. In this household, the sticks were metallic and reusable, but he had also seen Genta use wooden chopsticks tossed away after use.
In his hand, however, was something much more complex and sophisticated.
The sticks in his hand were made of plastic and connected from the top, allowing Nik to use the chopsticks by sliding his thumb and index in plastic loops. A perfect item to train a kid or an amnesiac noob to eat using a chopstick—the Edison!
'What was wrong with the spoons for the rice?' Nik questioned internally, but being good with his hands, he was getting a good grasp of how the chopsticks worked. He accepted Sayoko's silent help and used her actions as a template.
"So? Did you buy something for us?" Sayoko inquired.
"Sweetie, I sent the message to the group, but all of you replied you wanted nothing," Mitsuko sighed.
"Ignore Sayoko, she's crazy," Kurumi scoffed and inquired, "What did you buy for yourself?"
"Oh, just something Nik picked up for me. His taste is quite good for someone who cannot communicate easily."
'Thank you, Madam.' Nik shrugged to himself as he drank the soup. Nik enjoyed how almost every meal coupled with a bowl or two of soup. However, there was the fact that constantly drinking the soup also persuaded him to use the toilet more often than he used to back then.
"Heh~!" Souko smiled slyly, "Did you let him get a good look?"
"Well—"
"Souko-nee!" Kurumi snorted.
"I did," Mitsuko completed without a hint of shame, and oddly, the three girls grew curious even when Kurumi still continued to eat with an upset look.
"Hmm, it's a lavender dress with a deep back, and Nik was kind enough to handle the zipper."
"His or yours?" Sayoko inquired with a smirk while winking at Kurumi.
"Of course, mine," Mitsuko stated unhappily, "What do you take me to be, young lady?"
"Err... he cannot understand us, so we still have to speak through the script?" Souko questioned.
'Oh, should have known. There's a script,' Nik snickered internally. He would love to review said script.
It's as if he was back home but in better conditions—where blood and orgasms forged better relationships. Mix a healthy dose of sadism, and it would be like he never left.
"Well, as long as I didn't do it."
Nik heard Mitsuko giggling, and he returned to the bedside.
"Do you like what you see?" Mitsuko inquired and raised her hands over her head while lying on the bed.
This action made her dress tug upward. Her breasts clamped together and made her cleavage more prominent. With her head tilting upward, she revealed her neck that demanded to get peppered with kisses.
Only the growing tent in his pajama showed what he felt seeing her like this. He undid the last button of his nightshirt but did not remove it. He climbed up the bed and positioned himself atop Mitsuko, whose smile widened in response. Leaning forward, he clasped her wrists above her head and reached down with his other hand to take off her glasses. But seeing Mitsuko shake her head slightly, he smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand instead.
"I feel like thanking you for all this, but... if possible, I would have done it using your language," Nik mumbled, "And possibly be honest even. I think we hit off well."
A little startled seeing Nik speak, a rare act because of the language barrier, Mitsuko's smile widened. Either Nik was a great actor cursing her with that gentle expression, or he felt grateful to her. She was fine either way. If it's the former, she hoped Nik called her the naughtiest things, and if it's the latter, she hoped to understand all of it, eventually.
Once again, with Nik leaning down, their lips met as he brought his hand lower over Mitsuko's body, 'thanking' her properly.
He wished he chose a dress with a zipper on the front. It would have made this a lot easier. But he needed to do with what he had.
His fingers accurately picked favor on her poking nipples. He didn't need a pair of Edison for this. His index pressed against her left nubbin as they kissed passionately. His hold on her wrists grew more firm with every passing second. Their lust deepened, and so did their desire for each other. Mitsuko now wished her hands weren't caught like this. She wanted her nails to run down his chest and trace his neck, too.
"Mmgh," they groaned against each other as Nik cupped her breast against the dress and her luscious chest almost popped free from the deep neckline of her dress. It left her disheveled and encouraged Nik to feel her breasts further.
Letting go of Mitsuko's wrists, Nik leaned back with a soft exhale as Mitsuko chuckled and instantly caught his collars, pulling him down again, almost knocking their foreheads against each other.
"Mmph!" Mitsuko moaned, enjoying Nik grabbing her breasts a little rough this time. She soon let go of his collar now that he understood how much she enjoyed their kiss and let her hands inch toward his chest. Further down, she felt the raging erection tilt upwards in her direction and was only held back by the thin and restrictive hold of the pajamas.
---
"It's... lock," Souko slowly twisted the knob again to confirm and then looked back at Sayoko and Kurumi.
"Oh, ho~" Sayoko chuckled while Kurumi frowned.
"But didn't mom say not to lock the doors?"
"Has she ever locked the doors?" Souko scoffed, "You scared him, and things were finally getting interesting. You had to show your colossal head, didn't you?"
Kurumi pouted, "Not my fault that all I could see was mom's back... seen it many times already."
"Well, there you go. Another kid scared away," Souko shrugged.
"Another?" Kurumi questioned as Sayoko and Souko glanced at each other.
"Well... promise not to shout?" Sayoko inquired, and Kurumi nodded hesitatingly.
"Ehm... we both, and even Mom, know that um... your boyfriend broke up with you... so..."
"WH—"
Sayoko instantly held her hand against Kurumi's mouth as she glared at the youngest of the family. "Are you stupid? Didn't you agree not to shout?" She glared while rebuking in a hushed tone.
Kurumi glared back as she pulled back and left with a stomp.
"Now that the exposer has left, come on, let's keep watching," Souko winked at Sayoko while taking a key out of her pocket.
Sayoko smirked as Souko discreetly opened the door once again. Both looked carefully and heard a hushed snicker. "I knew Souko-nee had the key."
The elder sisters pursed their lips as another set of eyes added themselves to the list of spectators.
***
Alternative Title: The Edison Chopsticks; Feels Like Home; Lavender on Mitsuko; Kurumi's Caring? The Horny Gremlins; Starting with the Mother; One Can be Horny AND Kind; Broken Within; Now That's a Kiss; Souko's the Answer to Locked Doors; Kurumi Will Be Back... Kurumi is Back; Don't Need Edisons Anymore
Chapter 12: Dress-up 1Chapter 12: Dress-up 1 The dinner felt different to Nik. First, he missed the evening shift expected from him in Yuuko's shop, so he was eating dinner with the Souma Family. Second, he now understood what others talked about. And third 'My god, this is colorful...' Nik gulped. The spread in front of him was more than exceptional. Although he lacked crucial information on others' skills, Nik admitted Mitsuko was an excellent cook because everything smelled delicious. Nik was brought out of his reverent thoughts by Sayoko's reluctant huff. "Eh, I wanted to go shopping, too... Next weekend, we all will go together!" The blonde sighed and ate rice with her chopsticks. She glanced at Nik's hand and purposely ate slowly. "You just want new toys. I keep telling you, just get drunk with your mates from the lecture. The more, the merrier." Souko shrugged, but she also waved her hand in his direction before eating. Despite hearing whatever they said and how scandalous everything sounded, Nik did not judge them in his heart. It isn't his place to do so, after all. He was neither their parent nor sibling. If he somehow became friends with them, he would suggest they try looking for a partner elsewhere because their ship has long sailed. Again, no judgment. Nik understood you pay for your actions. You rebel, you diestuff like that. If anything, he didn't even feel bothered by their words because of his past. "By the way, since when did you treat an adult like a kid, mom?" Kurumi frowned as she looked at their source of amusementNik's hand. "What? I asked him after we tried out some clothes. Nik said he didn't mind learning how to use chopsticks." Mitsuko smiled at Nik and replied jovially. "So you went kindergarten on him with a set of Edison?" Kurumi looked at her mother strangely. This world has a Thomas Edison, too, Nik now knew. But that wasn't the point. From the very beginning, those around him ate using two thin sticks. In this household, the sticks were metallic and reusable, but he had also seen Genta use wooden chopsticks tossed away after use. In his hand, however, was something much more complex and sophisticated. The sticks in his hand were made of plastic and connected from the top, allowing Nik to use the chopsticks by sliding his thumb and index in plastic loops. A perfect item to train a kid or an amnesiac noob to eat using a chopstickthe Edison! 'What was wrong with the spoons for the rice?' Nik questioned internally, but being good with his hands, he was getting a good grasp of how the chopsticks worked. He accepted Sayoko's silent help and used her actions as a template. "So? Did you buy something for us?" Sayoko inquired. "Sweetie, I sent the message to the group, but all of you replied you wanted nothing," Mitsuko sighed. "Ignore Sayoko, she's crazy," Kurumi scoffed and inquired, "What did you buy for yourself?" "Oh, just something Nik picked up for me. His taste is quite good for someone who cannot communicate easily." 'Thank you, Madam.' Nik shrugged to himself as he drank the soup. Nik enjoyed how almost every meal coupled with a bowl or two of soup. However, there was the fact that constantly drinking the soup also persuaded him to use the toilet more often than he used to back then. "Heh~!" Souko smiled slyly, "Did you let him get a good look?" "Well" "Souko-nee!" Kurumi snorted. "I did," Mitsuko completed without a hint of shame, and oddly, the three girls grew curious even when Kurumi still continued to eat with an upset look. "Hmm, it's a lavender dress with a deep back, and Nik was kind enough to handle the zipper." "His or yours?" Sayoko inquired with a smirk while winking at Kurumi. "Of course, mine," Mitsuko stated unhappily, "What do you take me to be, young lady?" "Err... he cannot understand us, so we still have to speak through the script?" Souko questioned. 'Oh, should have known. There's a script,' Nik snickered internally. He would love to review said script. It's as if he was back home but in better conditionswhere blood and orgasms forged better relationships. Mix a healthy dose of sadism, and it would be like he never left. "Well, as long as I didn't do it." Nik heard Mitsuko giggling, and he returned to the bedside. "Do you like what you see?" Mitsuko inquired and raised her hands over her head while lying on the bed. This action made her dress tug upward. Her breasts clamped together and made her cleavage more prominent. With her head tilting upward, she revealed her neck that demanded to get peppered with kisses. Only the growing tent in his pajama showed what he felt seeing her like this. He undid the last button of his nightshirt but did not remove it. He climbed up the bed and positioned himself atop Mitsuko, whose smile widened in response. Leaning forward, he clasped her wrists above her head and reached down with his other hand to take off her glasses. But seeing Mitsuko shake her head slightly, he smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand instead. "I feel like thanking you for all this, but... if possible, I would have done it using your language," Nik mumbled, "And possibly be honest even. I think we hit off well." A little startled seeing Nik speak, a rare act because of the language barrier, Mitsuko's smile widened. Either Nik was a great actor cursing her with that gentle expression, or he felt grateful to her. She was fine either way. If it's the former, she hoped Nik called her the naughtiest things, and if it's the latter, she hoped to understand all of it, eventually. Once again, with Nik leaning down, their lips met as he brought his hand lower over Mitsuko's body, 'thanking' her properly. He wished he chose a dress with a zipper on the front. It would have made this a lot easier. But he needed to do with what he had. His fingers accurately picked favor on her poking nipples. He didn't need a pair of Edison for this. His index pressed against her left nubbin as they kissed passionately. His hold on her wrists grew more firm with every passing second. Their lust deepened, and so did their desire for each other. Mitsuko now wished her hands weren't caught like this. She wanted her nails to run down his chest and trace his neck, too. "Mmgh," they groaned against each other as Nik cupped her breast against the dress and her luscious chest almost popped free from the deep neckline of her dress. It left her disheveled and encouraged Nik to feel her breasts further. Letting go of Mitsuko's wrists, Nik leaned back with a soft exhale as Mitsuko chuckled and instantly caught his collars, pulling him down again, almost knocking their foreheads against each other. "Mmph!" Mitsuko moaned, enjoying Nik grabbing her breasts a little rough this time. She soon let go of his collar now that he understood how much she enjoyed their kiss and let her hands inch toward his chest. Further down, she felt the raging erection tilt upwards in her direction and was only held back by the thin and restrictive hold of the pajamas. --- "It's... lock," Souko slowly twisted the knob again to confirm and then looked back at Sayoko and Kurumi. "Oh, ho~" Sayoko chuckled while Kurumi frowned. "But didn't mom say not to lock the doors?" "Has she ever locked the doors?" Souko scoffed, "You scared him, and things were finally getting interesting. You had to show your colossal head, didn't you?" Kurumi pouted, "Not my fault that all I could see was mom's back... seen it many times already." "Well, there you go. Another kid scared away," Souko shrugged. "Another?" Kurumi questioned as Sayoko and Souko glanced at each other. "Well... promise not to shout?" Sayoko inquired, and Kurumi nodded hesitatingly. "Ehm... we both, and even Mom, know that um... your boyfriend broke up with you... so..." "WH" Sayoko instantly held her hand against Kurumi's mouth as she glared at the youngest of the family. "Are you stupid? Didn't you agree not to shout?" She glared while rebuking in a hushed tone. Kurumi glared back as she pulled back and left with a stomp. "Now that the exposer has left, come on, let's keep watching," Souko winked at Sayoko while taking a key out of her pocket. Sayoko smirked as Souko discreetly opened the door once again. Both looked carefully and heard a hushed snicker. "I knew Souko-nee had the key." The elder sisters pursed their lips as another set of eyes added themselves to the list of spectators. *** Alternative Title: The Edison Chopsticks; Feels Like Home; Lavender on Mitsuko; Kurumi's Caring? The Horny Gremlins; Starting with the Mother; One Can be Horny AND Kind; Broken Within; Now That's a Kiss; Souko's the Answer to Locked Doors; Kurumi Will Be Back... Kurumi is Back; Don't Need Edisons Anymore
