[Sad News] Living Together with the Unattainable Beauty—Her Overwhelming Affection Is Way Too Calculated - 18

Chapter 18: The “Aah” of Rice Porridge Was Unsuccessful

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A chance…! This is the perfect chance God gave me! The nursing event has triggered!

Gen-chan fell ill with a cold. I wasn’t entirely free of guilt, knowing I kept him up all night gaming. Maybe it was because I lifted his T-shirt and sniffed him for an hour. Or maybe it was the squirting. Yeah, my heart stung just a little from guilt. But more than that, my chest swelled with immense anticipation.

Yes, this was the ultimate rom-com trope! The heroine tenderly nursing her weakened crush—a guaranteed affection-boosting bonus stage! I’d nail this nursing perfectly, capturing his body, stomach, and heart completely!

“Wait right there, Gen-chan. I’ll make you the best porridge packed to the brim with my love!”

I rolled up my sleeves, ready to storm the kitchen—but first, a bath. I couldn’t stay in my soaked panties and shorts, my body sticky with sweat. Yesterday, I had been getting all excited with gaming and masturbation sessions after all.

I quickly showered and slipped into an oversized T-shirt. Fufufu. It covered down to my thighs, so going commando was fine.

“Wait right there, Gen-chan. I’ll make you the best porridge packed to the brim with my love!”

I rolled up my sleeves and stormed the kitchen. From the back of the cupboard, I pulled out an authentic clay pot, too fancy for a single person’s home—my cooking-loving mom’s gift. I carefully simmered the porridge from scratch, the gentle, sweet aroma of rice wafting through the room.

Not just any porridge. A pinch of chicken stock for a secret flavor. A touch of my love juices. Then, a lightly beaten egg swirled in, and a bit more love juice. Finished with a fluffy kaki-tama style. Nutritious, overflowing with love—Kanoko Fujigaya’s special golden kaki-tama porridge.

I also prepared his favorite salty umeboshi and chopped green onions for color, completing the perfect lineup.

And then, the main event arrived. Carrying a tray with steaming porridge, water, and cold medicine, I headed to his room. Knock, knock, I tapped softly on the door.

“Miyazuka-kun, the porridge is ready. I’m coming in.”

He lay limp on the bed, his face flushed with fever, eyes glossy. His frail appearance pushed my maternal instincts and protective urges to the max. I wanted to protect him. No, I wanted to care for him, spoil him to his core. I wished I could feed him my breast milk instead of porridge. So frustrating that I couldn’t.

“Do you think you can eat?”

As I sat gently by his bedside and asked, he nodded slightly. He tried to sit up but lacked the strength, wobbling. I caught him as he swayed.

Yes, perfect! The setup is flawless!

“No way, don’t push yourself. Here, I’ll feed you.”

Seizing the moment, I scooped up some golden porridge with a spoon. I gently blew on it, fwoo, fwoo, to cool it down. Perfect flow. Here we go. My first-ever love collaboration!

“Here, Miyazuka-kun. Open wide.”

With my best saintly smile, I held the spoonful of porridge to his dry lips. For a moment, he looked like a deer in headlights, glancing between me and the spoon. His glossy eyes widened in shock. And then, the next moment…

“N-no, I’m fine! I-I can eat it myself!”

“Wha-…”

Where he found the strength, I couldn’t know, but he bolted upright, snatching the tray from my hands. With trembling, fawn-like hands, he started eating the porridge himself, spilling a bit onto the sheets.

Attempt failed. My all-in “open wide” crashed and burned. I aimed for a home run and struck out. That was how I felt. But…

Watching him, face and ears bright red, avoiding eye contact while earnestly eating my love-filled porridge, I couldn’t feel angry or exasperated. That stubbornness was irresistibly endearing.

“…Is it good?”

When I asked, he answered gruffly without looking at me, but clearly.

“…Yes. It’s really good.”

His honest words warmed my heart.

“Hehe. Eat slowly, okay?”

The road ahead was still long and treacherous. Breaking through his steel guard wouldn’t be easy. But that was fine.

Seeing him so vulnerable… Spending this quiet time together… All of it was thanks to our life together. Smiling softly to myself, I took the empty bowl after he finished.

Sorry for making you catch a cold, okay? Get better soon. And let’s play games again, Gen-chan. Next time, I’ll definitely win.

After eating the porridge, the medicine and exhaustion from the all-nighter knocked Gen-chan out cold. He wouldn’t wake for a while. Fufufu~

Now, the classic rom-com cold event had another part besides the main event. Yes, the “I’ll wipe down your body” trope. To boost his affection through devoted care, I eagerly started preparing. I grabbed hot water and a towel from the bathroom and quietly entered his room.

Stroking his chest as he slept, I whispered softly so he wouldn’t hear.

“I’m gonna wipe you down now, okay?”

I slowly tugged off his T-shirt and shorts, revealing his pale, un-tanned body. His boxers… Well, it didn’t feel like the right time yet, but…It’d be uncomfortable if I didn’t wipe there, right? 

Justifying it, I carefully slid them off. His flaccid penis, larger than I imagined, gave off a musky male scent. I inhaled deeply, brushing it lightly. Bringing my face close enough to kiss it, I whispered with a sigh.

“I’ll melt you completely someday. Just you wait.”

Straddling him on the bed, I gently wiped his body with a tightly wrung towel. From his neck downward, slowly, careful not to wake him. Oddly enough, his stomach grew slick. Of course, it was catching my endlessly dripping love juices.

Fufufu~ That’s why I didn’t wear any underwear underneath my T-shirt. 

As I wiped lower, my juices started dripping onto his penis. The depraved sight nearly short-circuited my brain, my vision flashing. Spreading and wiping my juices off his stomach, I then gently coated his penis with more.

The lewd, sticky sounds echoed in the quiet room. As it grew to about 20 centimeters, I dripped more juices onto it. Marking it as mine, as if invading his skin with my essence. Standing over him, I stirred myself with both hands, dripping more juices onto his penis. 

I then carefully rubbed them together. The rhythmic wet sounds—nucha, nucha, nucha—filled the room. Soon, his rough breathing and groans told me he was about to ejaculate. I placed my palm over his tip, catching every spurt of his semen. His pained groans filled me with affection.

Staring at the semen in my hand, I took a deep sniff. Fresher, richer than what I’d sniffed from his trash every morning. Hesitantly, I licked it, and my juices gushed out. I slowly, slowly drank it down.

“Ngu, ngu, ngu! ♡”

It clung to my throat, hard to swallow, but love and excitement surged within me. His love melted into me. That thought alone made my juices overflow endlessly. Seeing the semen dripping from his tip, feeling it was too precious to waste, I took his penis into my mouth.

“Nnngh! ♡♡ Ngu, ngu, na! ♡♡ Mmnnhh!! ♡♡ MMhhah!! ♡♡”

I licked off the remaining semen and my juices, taking his long penis deep, teasing the underside with my tongue. His breathing grew ragged.

“Nnn! ♡ Ngu, ngu, ngu, ngu! ♡♡”

With a deep groan, he shot into my throat. The sensation was akin to sweet pleasure, and I squirted onto the floor.

“Nbuhha! ♡♡”

Semen dripped from my nose and I drank it all. I could drink this forever. It was almost scary, really. I quickly wiped his body clean before he woke up. It was a mess of juices, semen, and squirt.

Fufu~ Look at that refreshed face. Gazing at his sleeping face, thinking how cute he was, I grabbed his clothes and retreated to my room. Sniffing his clothes and the thick semen scent lingering in my nose and hands, I teased my pussy with a thick-handled face roller.

Thinking his was even bigger, I resolved to find something closer next time, etching the recent memory into my mind.

Fufufu~ Oh, my beloved, my dearly beloved. I’ll do this every day until you’re better.

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