(っ－＿－)っAM N. NOT.
Maki was completely absorbed in cooking a dish he had never tried before. His attention was fixed entirely on the Suaasat Noodles he was preparing. Not once did he look away from the soup simmering in the pot.
Nemuri and Princess Tsunade finally saw the man they had been searching for all this time.
From where they stood, they could see only the left side of his face. He was still wearing that Marine cap, and his long dark hair cascaded over his shoulders and down his back as he bent slightly while stirring the pot. He was tall—massive, even—so large that the condo kitchen seemed almost too small to contain him.
They couldn't see his eyes clearly because of the Marine cap, but the outline of his high nose, his red lips, and that sharp jawline were unmistakable. He was mesmerizing.
Even Princess Tsunade felt it.
She rarely felt flustered around men. With her short temper, she usually punched anyone who irritated her without hesitation. She had inherited that temperament from her mother—they shared the same way of dealing with problems.
But this… this was something new.
She had already seen his profile in the meeting room before. Even then she had noticed how breathtaking he was. Yet seeing him face to face felt different—like standing before royalty. She knew that feeling well; she had grown up surrounded by nobles and influential figures.
This man carried that same aura.
He looked like a prince.
But a prince who was cooking?
That thought alone almost made her laugh.
Still, her eyes lingered on him.
Nemuri, on the other hand, was already accustomed to watching Maki cook like this. Even so, every time she looked at him she couldn't help but stare in quiet awe.
Neither of them spoke.
They simply stood there in silence, watching him work.
They watched as he slowly stirred the pot. Then he reached for a kitchen knife and picked up a carrot that had already been peeled. Calmly, he brought the knife down to slice it.
The moment the blade cut through the carrot, something unbelievable happened.
The sliced piece of carrot turned into a fresh piece of meat.
"Whaaaaaaaat!" Nemuri screamed at the top of her lungs.
Maki heard Nemuri's scream. He wasn't startled, nor did he look surprised. His eyes blinked once, and the hyper-focused look in them faded as he turned around.
Then he saw Nemuri standing there, mouth wide open as she stared at him.
"Oh… Nem-nem, welcome back," he said calmly.
Nemuri rushed toward him and immediately looked at the chopping board where the carrot had been placed.
There it was.
A piece of meat.
It looked real.
She picked it up and inspected it carefully. The texture, the weight, the appearance—it was unmistakably real meat.
"How is this possible?" she asked while still poking the meat with her finger.
Maki watched her curious expression and smiled slightly.
"Cool, right?"
"Yeah…" Nemuri replied.
Then she looked up at his face. This time his expression wasn't gloomy or down like it had been earlier that morning. He looked normal again—like nothing had happened.
She smiled.
"Come closer."
Maki raised an eyebrow but placed the knife down and leaned closer to her face.
Their faces met.
Nemuri suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. She planted a soft kiss on his lips.
Her pink lips pressed against his red ones.
Then things grew wilder.
Her mouth opened wider as she swallowed his lips hungrily.
"Mmnh…" Nemuri moaned.
Using her tongue, she invaded Maki's mouth.
Slrk… sirk… sirk…
Sirk…
Her tongue moving inside his mouth produced wet sounds.
"Mmmh…"
A subtle, low moan escaped her throat as she continued giving him a wild mouth-cleaning. Her breathing grew heavier as she kissed him. Her tongue searched greedily, trying to reach every corner of his mouth.
Their saliva mixed together as their mouths pressed tightly against each other.
"Mmmh… mmmh…" Nemuri moaned softly.
Her arms wrapped around his neck tightened, and her fingers clawed lightly at the skin of his neck.
Finally Nemuri pulled back.
Steam-like breath escaped her mouth as she inhaled deeply. Her upper and lower lips were wet and sticky, his saliva smeared across them.
"Ammmh… baby, you taste like chocolates…"
Maki looked at her heated face. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes almost looked heart-shaped as she stared at him.
"What happened, Nem-nem? Why are you so clingy today? Did something happen?" he asked.
Nemuri looked at him and slowly licked her lips.
"No… I just miss you so much."
But then they both heard another voice.
"Oh, Nemuri-chan. Looks like you really wanted me to watch you two… well, I wouldn't mind watching some sex scene right now."
Princess Tsunade had spoken. She walked forward and casually took a seat in one of the chairs near the dining table while looking at them.
Nemuri raised an eyebrow and smiled teasingly.
"Well, Sis-Tsuna, if it's you then that would be okay. Maybe you can heal me while I'll take his thing inside me. His thing really hurts a lot."
Princess Tsunade smirked at Nemuri, who clearly didn't know how to back down from teasing.
But Tsunade didn't back down either.
"Well, I would love that. It wouldn't hurt if I also join, right, Nem-nem-chan?"
"Fufufufu… that's a dangerous thing to say, Princess Tsu-nade-sama~," Nemuri replied.
Before they could continue their playful exchange, they heard his deep voice again.
"Nem-nem, I'm still cooking. It might get burned."
"Oh! I completely forgot about that," Nemuri said.
She removed her arms from around his neck, finally releasing him.
Without delay, Maki turned back to the stove and continued cooking.
"This is the crucial point of the cooking… adding the deer meat," he muttered to himself.
Nemuri happily walked toward the seats near Princess Tsunade. She sat beside her and leaned closer.
"Sis-Tsuna… don't forget what you said."
Princess Tsunade looked at her and smiled.
"I can't believe you're really going to do that."
"Well… it's a long story," Nemuri replied casually. "And I don't want to lose."
Tsunade raised an eyebrow at that response.
"You're really just going to treat me as a bystander while you have your fun? Such a bad woman you are."
She leaned closer to Nemuri's face as she spoke.
"Fufufufu…"
Nemuri simply smirked.
"Well, you can do what you want… but you have to heal me, okay?"
She leaned forward as well, bringing her face closer to Tsunade's.
Their relationship wasn't normal at all.
To Nemuri, Tsunade was like an older sister. They had first met at U.A. School when Tsunade had been a senior student. Nemuri had once been saved by her during an incident, and from that moment on their bond had grown strong.
They had become like sisters.
Nemuri was now twenty-seven years old, while Princess Tsunade was thirty. Their ages made their dynamic feel natural—comfortable, playful, and deeply trusting.
Their history together had been built on respect , trust
and ( ﾟ∀ﾟ)人(ﾟ∀ﾟ ).....
AM N. NOT. (っ－＿－)っ