Chapter 22

“Ken… um… stop it… how am I supposed to make… dinner… oh…” As evening approached, just as Chifuyu Orimura was preparing dinner, I launched a surprise attack. At that moment, Chifuyu Orimura was bracing herself tightly against the sink, her ample buttocks raised high, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, her red lips gently bitten, her exquisite face displaying an expression that seemed to oscillate between pleasure and agony.

As for how to address her, after that intense battle from morning to noon, Chifuyu Orimura had no choice but to agree to my request to call her more…