The kitchen smelled like peace and miso soup, but that peace was about to get fucked to hell.
Kitsune strutted in, hips swaying, eyes gleaming with that "I'm about to wreck your soul" kind of mischief. She wasn't just serving breakfast—she was serving pure savage destruction.
Taiyo shuffled in like a lost puppy, hoodie off one shoulder, hair a total mess, and still reeling from the goddamn tentacle hentai blast on full volume this morning. He thought maybe, just maybe, he'd sneak through this morning unscathed.
HAHA. FUCK NO.
Kitsune slammed his plate down with a wicked grin. "Eat up, perv! Bet your dick's still hard from that magical girl getting fucked by those slimy motherfucking tentacles. Don't lie, I saw the way you froze up like you were about to nut on the spot."
Taiyo's face turned crimson, like he was about to combust. "I-I didn't—"
"Oh, shut the fuck up," Kitsune cut him off, leaning close, voice dripping with filth and mockery. "You scanned Yuki's ID like you were some thirsty-ass stalker, memorizing her skills like you wanted to know exactly how many ways you could bend that bitch over and break her."
Taiyo choked on his miso soup. "I WAS ANALYZING HER FUCKING SKILLS!"
"Yeah, analyzing her curves too, huh?" Kitsune smirked, poking his cheek. "Bet your little gamer dick went ping every time you saw her 'mana flow' swirl down her chest. You dirty-ass scanner. Gotta know her secret stats so you can fantasize about her in your creepy-ass sleep, right?"
Taiyo's eyes bulged like he saw a ghost. "THAT'S FUCKING GROSS!"
Kitsune winked, flashing teeth like a goddamn predator. "Gross? Nah, it's just the cold hard truth, you horny little bitch. You're out here thinking you're some prince, but really, you're just a panty-sniffing, hentai-watching shut-in who'd sell his soul for a waifu touch."
She paused to sip her miso like she was savoring victory. "And don't think I forgot about the time you tried to compare my stats—yeah, I caught that, asshole. Bet you wanted to know exactly how much ass your big sister packs under that glitter and gloss, huh?"
Taiyo's cheeks flamed, and he buried his face in his hands. "K-Kitsune, stop—please!"
"Oh no, I'm just warming up," she grinned. "You're lucky I'm family, or I'd leak your hentai playlist online with a caption: 'Big Brother's Degenerate Secrets Exposed. Viewer Discretion Highly Advised.'"
Suddenly, the TV blared with a loud moan and a scream from some magical girl getting all kinds of violated by slimy tentacles.
Taiyo's eyes went wide, and he scrambled for the remote. Kitsune just laughed, leaning back like the queen of humiliation she was.
To be Continued....