*Yawning*
Shtute sat up on his messy bed. He must've moved a lot last night.
Today is his day off from Knight school. Knight school only lasts for two days before going on a one-day break. This is to get them used to a knight's guarding schedule and to let them rest their muscles sufficiently.
Shtute suddenly remembers something important, very important!
'Oh shit... she's visiting today! I have to prepare-'
His mother calls, "Shtute, your girlfriend's here!"
'Already?! It's not even dawn yet, what the fuck! My plan's ruined!'
Shtute holds his head in a panic.
'Stay calm... stay calm! I can figure it out later!'
Shtute rushes out of his room, walks down the squeaky stairs, and ran towards the entrance of his home, going through a dark hallway. He did not even bother to change out of his white pajamas.
Arriving at the porch, he showed his stupefied physique. Shtute's bed hair was a mess; some of his blond hairs danced while the others stood erect. All the while, his pajamas were wrinkled with stress and anxiety. It was clear that he had just woken up.
His mother stood still on the door, keeping it open. She wore a pitch-black traditional dress aligned with fangs and zigzag stripes crossing the frills and cloth. A middle-aged lady like her would've seemed unattractive but she was gifted with unholy hips. It's probably the reason why Shtute's father married her.
Just from the door's opening, one could see the grassy yard outside; it was dark and empty as the sun has not risen. There was a stone pathing leading to the rural city streets and the inn up ahead.
Standing right outside the door on the porch was his "girlfriend," and she looks abnormally stunning today. Kamunka wore a tight white dress with pink polka dots along with her new hairstyle. Her red messy hair was tied into a fabulous ponytail with a big white bow.
His jaw dropped in awe. This can't possibly be the ogre that beat him every day at school. They just look too different! Well, except for the fashion sense and height...
Kamunka speaks in a soft gentle tone, "Come here and give me a hug! I've missed you!" She skips playfully to Shtute with her arms swaying side by side.
'This sly bitch...'
"Ahaha... of course!" He ran, pretending to be excited, to hug her. Their size difference was so obvious as he was only able to reach her collarbone with his forehead.
He became enveloped by her bountiful breasts and muscular arms. They hugged each other tightly as though they have been separated for a few hundred years.
While they were busy hugging, Shtute's mother closes the door behind them.
'So soft...'
Shtute holds her a bit longer than she expected.
"A-are you going to let go?" She blushes.
"Uh-hm... yes."
As they finished their greeting, Shtute's elder sister walked over to check out the commotion. She poked her head out sideways: peaking at them from behind the wall. She just couldn't hold in her curiosity.
Shtute's elder sister, Vanory Elision Alcemia, wore a tight black body suit covered by a pure white apron. It elegantly revealed her mature feminine curves and medium-sized breasts.
Although Shtute had promised to marry her when they were kids, she only thought of it as a joke. Besides, marrying your own sibling is against the moral code of their land.
"Are you staying for breakfast?" His mother asked.
"I'm actually staying for the whole day! I've been really struggling without my boyfriend..."
"Oh, that's good to hear! I'm so glad that a big strong girl like you is even interested in my stupid son!"
"Ehehe... thank you!" She places both of her palms on her red cheeks, swaying in embarrassment.
Shtute holds his head in contemplation.
'AAAHHH!!! SHE'S GOT MY MOTHER'S APPROVAL!'
"Well, take a seat sweetie! I'll cook you something nice!" She waves goodbye.
Shtute's mother hurried towards the kitchen, humming happily. Vanory followed along, excited to cook with her mother.
Kamunka snatches Shtute's arm and pulls him to a round table near a large closed window. She sits next to him as she locks arms with him.
The seats they sat on were plastered with feather-filled leather. It feels comfortable.
"Your family's pretty friendly. I'd feel bad if anything bad were to happen to them." She smirks sinisterly before blowing him a kiss.
He scowls at her as he skillfully dodges her kiss.
"Why did you dodge your cute girlfriend's kiss?" She pulls him closer and puckered her lips even more.
He spoke quietly, "There's nothing cute about you..." jerking his torso away from her.
"Don't. Resist." She squeezes his arm while giving him a stern gaze. It felt like a snake coiling around its mate.
"Ak! Okay!" He faces her lips, extremely flustered.
"Om..." Kamunka presses the back of Shtute's head towards her, fumbling through his messy blond hair, to get a sweaty and passionate French kiss.
Her tongue twisted and turned unprofessionally, just begging to pull in Shtute's. She wasn't going to let him go until she was satisfied.
Shtute was in awe of this new sensation he's never felt before. It was so excruciating and disgusting being forced to make out with Kamunka, his captain and bully.
"Le! Oh!" Shtute tried to speak but Kamunka kept forcing her way into his mouth. Her eyes were squinting with pleasure; she was extremely in bliss.
His father walks in on their lovely queral.
Just like his family, he was blond and good-looking. The only difference was his height. He was moderately tall, being exactly six feet. Kamunka was an inch taller than him while Shtute was three inches shorter.
"Woahoho, son... you scored big, literally!" He claps his hand slowly.
Shtute felt betrayed. All of his family members praised Kamunka while only he knew the truth about her dark heart.
Kamunka finally let her vicious succulent lips slide off of Shtute's slobbered mouth just to thank his father.
"Come on, Shtute. Tell him how much you love me~!" She smiles innocently, but her eyes tell a different story. They screamed, "Death."
Shtute had no choice but to follow through.
"I love her... as much as my training..."
Kamunka pinches the back of his hand. She wasn't satisfied with his answer.
"Father, what he meant was that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, full of dedication just like training!"
"Ahaha! I thought so! I'll welcome a strong lady like you into the family anytime! The babies will be so cute and healthy!"
Inside Shtute's mind, his face had already melted into a skull.
'I'm fucked...'
Shtute's elder sister walked from the kitchen carrying a huge plate with both hands. Two bowls of steamy soup filled with rich vegetables and exquisite tender flesh rested peacefully on its peak.
As she places the plate down on the table, she spoke excitedly to Kamunka.
"Please treat him well. I know he can be troublesome sometimes." She smiles softly.
The corners of Kamunka's lips heightened in response while Shtute died on the inside.
'It's over... it's all over...'
Shtute's father and sister left to allow him and Kamunka to enjoy breakfast together.
Kamunka happily scoops up a spoonful of soup and swallows it down.
"Ahhh... your mother's cooking is great." She rubs her tummy.
Shtute couldn't even respond to her. He was so devastated by his family's opinions that he lost his appetite. All he could do was shiver while holding his spoon and stare at the soup.
Kamunka caresses his jaw and slips a finger on his lower lip.
"What's wrong? Need me to spoon-feed you?" The edge of her lips expanded.
Shtute slowly turned his head towards her with a blank expression and told her to get out but nothing came out of his mouth.
"I assume that's a yes."
Kamunka blew the hot soup and carefully spoon-fed Shtute. He was hesitant at first but went along with her motherly attitude. Little did he know, she would feed him tiny bits of her spit as she blew the hot soup for him.