Sumire, Mine

"How is it?" I asked and watched as Sumire ate the food on her plate. I made sure to not miss a single reaction as the food was made by me.

I may or may not have gone overboard with our lewd activities in the morning, to the point that Sumire had trouble walking.

Truly peak pleasure was peak pleasure. No woman can handle it easily.

So as the one responsible, I took upon myself to cook lunch/breakfast. After I was done, I woke up the sleeping Sumire and carried her down here to the kitchen because she was acting spoiled and said walking hurts.

That fact inflated my ego to no end for some reason though.

Anyways, all things aside. it was now for the final verdict. The most important question.

How was the food?

"Hmmm?" Sumire hummed and pondered, cutely putting her finger on her chin in thought.

I watched with great focus as she passed the food around in her mouth and savored them. I couldn't help my thoughts from getting flashbacks on her doing the same thing with my meat not too long ago.

'Fuck!! Why am I still horny?' I thought in worry. Noticing how I was getting hard again.

It seemed like my incubus insatiable lust had activated with the popping of my cherry. I was horny all the fucking time.

"It tasteeee....." Sumire said, stretching her words and that pulled my attention back to her.

"..good. But in an adorable 'I tried my best' kind of way." She said, flashing me a smile and pushing away her plate slightly to indicate that she would no longer have any more.

My head hung low as I sulked. I guess my dream of being the Ikemen who could also cook deliciously food for his girl go down the drain.

'Haaa...I guess perfection is really unattainable.' I thought sadly.

"So it's bad huh." I asked the obvious and Sumire thought for a while with tilted head before she shook her head. Her wavy purple hair swayed hypnotically as she did so.

"No. Not bad. It's just....not good." She said with a wary smile. "How about you leave cooking to me? I love cooking for you anyways."

I nodded and with a not very enthusiastic movement, I scooped up the food I made and gave it a bite.

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"Oh my god. It taste like shit." I said in utter disgust. I used the same ingredients as Sumire did so it was truly baffling how bad it turned out this bad.

I said 'bad' but it was still edible. But compared to the cooking of Sumire I always eat, it really tasted like shit.

Sumire giggled, "It's not that bad. Just the spices are messed up. I could tell that you add the spices, contemplated for 5 minutes if the amount was enough. Then add some more again to make sure."

I blushed when she correctly guess what happened. Some of the spices still had a raw taste while some tasted overcooked.

"Are you sure you are content with not eating? Should I order?" I asked and she shook her head to indicate that she did not need it.

"I am not hungry at all." She said, a sly smile stretched on her beautiful plump lips. She felt her own lips with her tongue and said, "I am still full from my previous treat."

I was confused, 'What treat?' I almost asked.

Then the morning blowjob surfaced on my mind, making me a bit embarrassed at her lewd hinting and teasing. I turned away and coughed a few times to dispel the awkward feeling.

"*cough* *cough* That's good to know."

Then a conversation about my sexual prowess began. Sumire spoke out her amazement and wonder at the pleasure I gave her.

She thought it was the strangest thing and let me know that it was definitely not normal. The pleasure she felt was definitely not something she could experience with other things.

She told me to be careful not to bed any woman as they might went crazy if I did so. I was not worried about that part as it was stated clearly that the pleasure I give to my partner as an incubus will not affect their mental health.

But it did not end there, she also expressed her worry at the amount of cum that I seem to be able to produce. It was truly something to be worried about if you think deeply about it.

Imagine a hentai quantity cum in real life.

"Should we go to the hospital?" She had asked but I laughed it off and told her not to worry.

We spent the rest of the day together. Basking in our new relationship which stemmed deeper than ever before.

She was extremely tired and could not do anything else while my hand was injured and I could not train. So we did small things together.

Bathing for hours together, washing and feeling each other's bodies. Painting together. Watching a comedy series together and all in all spending the day in each others arm.

Sumire was also very clingy, seemingly trying to make up for all the time she wasted on pushing me away.

It was an incredible day. I forgot about everything else and focused only on her love and affection while also attempting and failing to return such affection.

Maybe it was a woman's power. To take away all the burdens and dreams of a man.

I completely forgot to check out my new skill 'bullet time'. I forgot to check out my new title. I forgot about my pet. And even my new development with Marin only took a corner of my mind.

I was fully enamored by her charm and forgot about everything else in the world.

I fully dedicated that wondeful Sunday to her and her alone.

My mother.

My woman.

Sumire.

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Mine.

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[3rd POV]

Kurumi peeked inside and looked at the mother and son who were in each other's arm on the couch.

They were kissing each other while seemingly paying no attention to TV playing infront of them. She was sure to they had kissed more than they watched the show.

It was weird.

A mother and son, acting like they were newlyweds. If any person were to see the scene they would be thoroughly disgusted.

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But Kurumi was a wolf now. So what does she care?

She shrugged and walked into the kitchen. Turning into her human form, she rummaged the cupboards for some food and she returnd to Yuito's room.

Better to not disturb the love birds.

Again, Her master really was a weird boy.

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