Chapter 242: Mrs Lira’s kitchen (18+)
In the cozy kitchen nook of Mrs. Lira’s private quarters at the academy, the late afternoon light had filtered through a narrow window, casting a warm golden glow over the stone-walled space.
The counter had been cluttered with a loaf of crusty bread, a wedge of pale cheese, and a simmering pot of stew, the air thick with the savory aroma of herbs and the faint sizzle of cooking. Mrs. Lira had stood at the counter, her shapely figure hugged by a thin robe, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon.
Jae had pressed himself against her from behind, his crotch rubbing firmly against her behind, the heat of his body seeping through the fabric. His hands had wandered, one had slid under her robe, caressing the smooth skin of her thigh, fingers teasing just near the edge of her underwear, the other had cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the material until it hardened, poking against the cloth.
She had moaned softly "Mmm... Jae..." her body responding with a shiver, thighs pressing together as a pulse of arousal warmed her pussy. Instead of pulling away, she had leaned back into him, a confident smile curving her lips.
She had turned her head, brushing her lips against his in a brief, teasing kiss. "Keep that up, and we’ll skip dinner," she had said, her tone playful but edged with control, her eyes glinting as she held his gaze for a moment before turning back to the stew.
Her hands had stayed steady, stirring slow, but his rubs had made her pause, the knife on the counter slipping slightly as she leaned further into his touch, another moan escaping "Oh..." The counter’s edge had dug into her hips, the stew’s steam rising in soft curls, the herb scent wrapping around them in the fading light.
She had continued cooking, chopping carrots with deliberate care, the blade’s rhythmic thump mixing with the sizzle of the pot. Jae had nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin before nibbling her ear, sending a jolt through her. "Oh... that feels good..." she had moaned louder, her voice warm and inviting.
His hands had kept exploring, one caressing her thigh higher, fingers grazing the edge of her underwear, the other squeezing her breast gently, thumb still circling her nipple. She had taken charge, guiding his wandering hand to her waist with a firm but playful touch.
"Patience, Jae... let me finish this first," she had said, voice steady yet teasing, asserting her lead. He had chuckled low, lips brushing her neck again. "You’re too sexy to wait," he had teased, but she had smirked, responding, "Good things come to those who do."
Her movements had been deliberate, brushing her hips against his crotch as she reached for a jar of spices on a shelf, her robe shifting to reveal a glimpse of her curves. Her moans had been soft but encouraging, each one urging him to keep touching.
She had picked up a small piece of cheese, turning slightly to feed it to him, her fingers lingering on his lips, smiling as he groaned low, the sound vibrating against her skin. The stew’s aroma had filled the room, steam curling up, mixing with the herb scent, while scrolls had lain untouched on a nearby desk, the bed’s quilt just visible in the corner.
The academy’s distant hum of students had filtered through the window, grounding the moment in their everyday world, the counter cluttered with crumbs and the cutting board, her robe slipping slightly as she leaned over to stir.
She had stirred the pot one last time, the stew now ready, and turned to face him, her confidence unshaken. "Let’s eat," she had said, plating the meal, stew, bread, cheese, with a flourish, her movements sure and graceful. She had led him to the small wooden table, her hand brushing his arm as they sat close, her foot deliberately grazing his leg under the table, a teasing touch that made him smirk.
She had served him first, scooping steaming stew into his bowl, the rich broth glistening in the dim light. "You’ll need this energy for me," she had said, feeding him a bite of bread, her fingers grazing his lips as she smiled, her voice low and suggestive.
He had reached for her thigh under the table, but she had swatted his hand with a playful smirk, saying, "Eat first... I’m in charge tonight." The warm stew had tasted savory, crumbs falling on the table as they broke the bread, her robe slipping slightly to reveal more of her curves as she leaned forward, the wood creaking under their elbows.
They had eaten slowly, sharing glances, her foot brushing his leg again, making him grunt softly. The conversation had stayed light, grounded in the academy’s world, she had asked about his training, how he’d handled a recent sparring match, while he had teased about Byun’s shadow tricks tripping him up.
The slice-of-life tone had woven through their words, the room cozy with the fading light softening the stone walls, the desk’s scrolls a quiet reminder of her teacherly role, the bed waiting nearby. Each bite had been deliberate, her gaze lingering on him, bold and sure, as she savored the moment.
The stew’s warmth had lingered on their tongues, the table now scattered with crumbs, the cheese half-eaten, the air heavy with anticipation.
As they had finished, she had stood to clear the plates, moving close to him, her hand brushing his arm deliberately, her touch warm and intentional. "Come with me," she had said, her voice low and commanding, her gaze bold as she led him toward the bed with a sway in her step.
Her robe had shifted as she moved, hinting at the curves beneath, the academy’s quiet evening settling around them.
The scrolls remained untouched on the desk, the counter’s forgotten bread and cheese fading into the background, the moment charged with her confidence as she guided him, setting up her move.