Volume 1 Chapter 5

Volume 1 + Chapter 5: Her Home Cooking.

[Author’s Note: I’m late… There’s no ecchi in this chapter!]

Ever since that day I defiled her in my selfish delusions.

I found myself watching her whenever I got the chance.

I don’t really know if it’s like or disliked, but I think I’d started to worry about her.

So, unusually for a loner like me, I mustered up my courage and tried to talk to her every day.

Little by little, little by little, we became friends.

Behind the scenes, I kept using her as my “side dish.”

Of course, she had no way of knowing she was being used as a side dish.

So, while I was awkward on my own accord because of guilt, her attitude remained unchanged every day.

Not only that, she even worried about me, asking if I was feeling unwell.

Seeing her like that, I would renew my resolve to stop doing that kind of thing, that it was wrong.

But, as if mocking my determination, her distance was still close.

Every time she closed the distance, my resolve would wobble and shake.

In the end, I just went with the flow every day.

One day, while looking at a photo she posted on social media.

Another day, I’d do it secretly while talking to her on the phone.

Repeating that, the guilt I felt at first gradually faded.

I resigned myself, thinking there was no way I’d ever get caught, and got hooked on masturbating, letting my dick rejoice.

After about ten days had passed, using her as a side dish had become a matter of course for me, without any hesitation.

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Saturday.

Taking advantage of the university holiday, I was lazily indulging in sleep, but feeling uncomfortable, I suddenly woke up.

Looking around with sleepy eyes, the sunlight streaming through the curtains was already quite bright.

The room’s air, warmed gradually, clung damply to my body.

Just from that, I could vaguely sense it was already late in the morning.

If it were a weekday, I’d know the moment I woke up that I was late.

“Ah, fu… What time is it…?”

I stretched on the bed while letting out a “afu” yawn.

With eyes bleary from the numb sleepiness lingering deep in my head, I drowsily searched for my phone.

But it was surprisingly hard to find.

Strangely, on days I stay up late, my phone often seems to disappear when I wake up in the morning.

Sometimes it’s under my body when I wake up.

Other times, worse, it’s fallen under the bed.

Usually, I rely on the alarm sound as a substitute wake-up call to rustle around and find it easily, but…

Unfortunately, today I didn’t set an alarm for this hour, so I had to find it by groping around.

“Mnn—…? Ah, found it.”

Thinking “maybe,” I checked the top of the sideboard where I usually put my phone, and sure enough, it was there.

The fact that’s the last place I check shows just how lazy I usually am, or something like that.

Anyway, to check the time, I pulled the charging cable from my phone and turned on the screen.

The moment I did, I made eye contact with her in the photo, looking up at me with a prim, aloof expression, and I woke up completely.

“Nhe, eh, hehe…♥ Otoha, good mornin’…♥”

I thought to myself that it was a pretty creepy, syrupy voice to be using first thing in the morning.

But, although I’d greeted her, why was her picture my wallpaper again?

The her on the screen was making a small peace sign with her right hand while reaching her left hand towards me.

It’s a common selfie pose, I thought.

And then, it hit me.

Last night, I was on the phone with her until late.

We got excited talking about selfies, starting from a topic like “Have you been taking photos lately?” I recalled.

Then, we both took selfies on the spot and sent lots of photos to each other…

Remembering that far, I hurriedly checked the image folder on my phone.

Inside, it was full of her photos.

Starting with her, looking up at me, that was my wallpaper.

There was her hiding her gaze skillfully with a peace sign, and her reflecting her whole body in a full-length mirror.

But, as I switched through the photos one after another, the atmosphere gradually changed.

Some emphasized her already large chest by pushing them together, or she was grabbing them herself.

Some had a few blouse buttons undone showing cleavage, and in the extreme, some had her clothes lifted up, showing her stomach and the underside of her breasts cupped by her bra.

What is this, I’m gonna get a nosebleed.

Thinking back carefully on yesterday, she was getting carried away, saying things like “Sexy selfies might be cute too?”, wasn’t she?

I remember her sending quite a few of these slightly erotic photos.

She must have come to her senses soon after, as she said, looking a bit embarrassed, “Delete them later, okay?”

But there’s no way I’m deleting them, of course I’m gonna use them as a side dish later.

After that, after she said goodnight because she was sleepy, I masturbated while carefully looking at each photo she sent me, one by one…

In other words, my phone was now full of her photos (side dish) that I’d obtained legally.

“What is this… It’s just too good…”

I hugged the phone that had become a treasure overnight, squirming and writhing on the bed.

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After squirming and writhing on the bed for a while, my stomach growled, “Kuu.”

“Oh, right,” I remembered my original purpose and checked the time, it was almost 11 o’clock.

I wanted to laze around a bit more, but once awakened, the hunger sensation steadily grew stronger.

Reluctantly, I got up and headed to the kitchen, wondering if there was anything to eat.

I rummaged through the kitchen cupboards for a while, but snacks, retort pouches, and cup noodles were all out of stock.

I tried opening the fridge too, but since I never cook for myself, inside there was only a lone pitcher of pre-made barley tea.

Thinking it’s better than nothing, I poured some into a glass and gulped it down, but it only made the hunger feel worse.

At this rate, maybe I should order pizza or something, I thought, peeking into my wallet, but counting the days until my part-time job payday, I gave up.

“Haa… I guess I’ll go shopping…”

For a moment, the thought crossed my mind that it’s bothersome, so maybe I should just endure it.

But as if protesting that, my stomach grumbled “guu guu.”

Unable to help it, I muttered to myself and started getting ready to go procure some food.

That said, the preparation time was merely a few minutes.

I put on my high school jogging suit top and bottom over the T-shirt I’d been wearing as pajamas.

After that, I went to the washroom and splashed water on my face roughly.

Finally, stuffing my wallet and phone into my pockets completed the preparations.

Thinking “It’s just the neighborhood, it’s fine,” I slipped on sandals over my bare feet.

Leaving my room like that, it seemed I was still off my guard today.

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After leaving my room, I felt a little regretful.

My destination was a local supermarket about a 10-minute walk away.

During that mere 10 minutes, the early summer sun relentlessly scorched me.

The slap-slap sound of my sandals also felt completely heavy.

From now on, I’ll use online supermarkets.

Making that firm resolution, by the time I finally reached my destination, I was already damp with sweat.

“Uwaa… So cool…”

The moment I passed through the automatic door, I was greeted by the cool breeze of the air conditioning and let out an involuntary sound.

Grabbing a basket at the entrance, I headed for the cup noodle aisle, which is both a staple and favorite for someone like me who rarely cooks.

Above all, they’re handy.

Seeing the sight of so many types of cup noodles lined up made me so cheerful I almost started humming.

From one end of the display shelf to the other, I tossed any brand that caught my eye into the basket, and the supermarket basket was filled to the brim in no time.

Confirming that, thinking “I’ll let you off with this much,” I left the area with a smug face.

Just as I was about to head straight for the checkout, I suddenly stopped and thought.

Since I went to the trouble of coming all the way out, maybe I should buy something else too.

For drinks, I have grandma’s special barley tea, so, hmm, snacks and ice cream and…

“Huh…? Nijo-san?”

“Pieh!?”

While pondering what to buy, counting on my fingers, I froze stiff, “gikuri,” at the familiar voice calling from behind.

With a stiffness that seemed like it might creak, I turned around cautiously, and there she was, as always, sparkling.

“H-hello. Uh, Tonari-san…”

“Hello. Ehh… that’s quite a unique outfit, isn’t it…?”

“Hau…”

She thoroughly checked me out from my toes to the top of my head, about twice.

Then, with a slightly troubled smile, she let out that impression.

Certainly, my hair, pretty much just as I woke up, still had sleep-creased tufts sticking up.

My jogging suit, and the T-shirt underneath, were both rather wrinkled.

In contrast, Tonari-san was dressed cutely, just like when I see her at school.

Recalling my own appearance now and comparing it to the girl in front of me, I became so embarrassed my face turned red.

If I’d known I was going to meet her, I would’ve changed into something as presentable as for school…

When I muttered that, she replied with an eye-opening answer, “But you wear casual clothes to school, right?”

“Are you shopping too, Nijo-san?”

“Ah… Uh, it’s nothing major…?”

As we chatted bit by bit, she leaned in as if to peek into my shopping basket.

I instinctively moved the basket behind my back to hide it.

Because somehow, I felt embarrassed to have her see a basket filled with nothing but cup noodles.

“Come on, you don’t have to hide it, right?”

“Um, well… Ah…”

I’m not sure if she found it fun to play around like this, or if she became curious because I hid it.

She remained slightly bent over, eagerly trying to peek into my shopping basket.

As she did so, wearing a top with a loose neckline, I could just catch glimpses of her cleavage from my angle.

Noticing that, I unconsciously gulped and froze solid.

There was no way she’d miss me suddenly stopping, and she finally managed to peek into the basket I was hiding.

The moment she did, I saw her expression stiffen slightly.

Ah, I kinda get it, she’s put off.

“Hey, Nijo-san. Is that what you always eat?”

“Eh, eh? That, meaning…?”

“Cup noodles.”

To me, who insisted that they’re cheaper than convenience store bento and pretty tasty, she responded with a narrowed gaze and a sigh.

With her damp-looking eyes still fixed on me, she relentlessly questioned me about my eating habits.

Things like eating cup noodles for almost all three meals a day, eating retort pouch food when not eating cup noodles, or just making do with snacks otherwise.

Each time I was pressed and let something slip, her expression grew sterner.

It seemed my eating habits were something that left her speechless.

With her becoming increasingly displeased for some reason with each of my answers, I could only fluster anxiously.

“Okay, decided.”

“Eh……?”

“I’ll cook for you today.”

“Eh……?”

“Now that that’s settled, let’s go put those back, shall we?”

“Uh, umm……?”

Having unilaterally decided that, she pointed towards the cup noodle aisle where I had just been.

Faced with her attitude that brooked no argument, smiling gently but with eyes that weren’t smiling at all, I could only nod repeatedly.

Under her watchful eye, I turned around and headed in the direction she pointed.

In the end, with an empty stomach, I left the supermarket with her without having gained anything.

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Along with the ton-ton sound of a knife hitting the cutting board and the jū sizzle from the frying pan, a delightful fragrance wafted through the air.

After we parted in front of my apartment, she soon arrived at my room with a large load of groceries.

With barely a greeting, she started cooking as if using a familiar kitchen.

As for me, this being my first experience having a friend over to my room, I was oddly nervous.

Without really helping with anything, I sat at the low table in the living area, watching her cook with a soft, gentle expression.

It’s strange having someone else cook in my own room.

More than that, the smell is incredible.

My shrunken stomach, stimulated by the good smell, had been squealing kyū-kyū non-stop since earlier.

Now I think I understand why little kids cry when they’re hungry…

As I was thinking about such things, an electronic sound I’d never heard before rang out.

Drawn by curiosity, I looked around for the source of the sound and saw her just opening the rice cooker, rice paddle in hand.

Apparently, it was the sound signaling the rice was done.

So that rice cooker makes that sound, huh…

As if she had been waiting for that very moment, she finished cooking and began arranging the dishes on the low table, saying sorry it’s just something simple.

Stir-fried vegetables with plenty of minced meat, simmered hijiki seaweed, rice, and miso soup.

Finally, a glass of cold barley tea was placed on the table.

This… with the food she made and the barley tea I poured, isn’t this what you’d call a collaborative effort?

“Here you go, please enjoy.”

“Th-thank you for the meal…!”

It had been ages since I last had several dishes, steaming and looking delicious, laid out before me.

While my eyes darted around wondering what to eat first, I took a bite of the stir-fried vegetables steaming on the large plate.

The cabbage, piping hot, pleasantly soft, and having absorbed just the right amount of oil, was perfectly coated with a sweet-salty minced meat miso? It was delicious.

The hot, fluffy rice went perfectly with the slightly strong flavor.

I gulped down the food in my mouth and let out a relieved sigh.

Thinking about it carefully, it had been a really long time since I’d eaten a proper, normal meal.

Ah… I feel like I might cry.

“Nijo-san, how is it?”

“It’s delishious…”

I was so moved by the deliciousness that my eyes got a little teary as I gave my impression, she watched me with a smile, cheek propped on her hand resting on the table.

Now that I think about it, how long had it been since I’d had a meal with someone?

Ever since my body became like this | a futanari body《like this》, I’d vaguely avoided having lunch with classmates.

And with my parents, who were busy with work to the point there were no weekends, mornings, or nights, while we talked occasionally, we hardly ever ate meals together.

Thinking about it carefully, I’d been eating alone for nearly two years…

As I recalled these scattered memories, the bridge of my nose began to sting.

“Mu, gu… …egu, nku…, gusu…”

“Yeah, Yui《Yu i》-chan, you’ve been doing well living on your own.”

I hadn’t thought so myself, not one bit, but maybe I had been lonely.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face, and I couldn’t taste the delicious home-cooked meal she made at all.

But she wasn’t startled by my sudden tears, instead, she spoke to me gently and stroked my head.

She kept doing that until I stopped crying.

By the time my tears stopped, the meal she had gone to the trouble of making had gone completely cold.

But even so, it still felt warm in a way, and was delicious.

I wonder if this is what it’s like to have an older sister.

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The clattering sound of dishes touching and the zaa-zaa sound of running water.

After the meal, she immediately started cleaning up.

Of course, I insisted that I could at least wash the dishes, but when she said “It’s fine,” that was the end of it.

Once again, I was left idle, just gazing at her gentle expression.

“Hey, Yui-chan.”

“Nn…?”

She stopped washing the dishes and called my name.

Huh, now that I think about it, when did she start calling me ‘Yui-chan’?

Somehow, because she called me that so naturally, I’d ended up accepting it without thinking.

Should I call her Otoha or something too?

…That might be really difficult.

“Cup noodles all the time, that’s no good, okay?”

“U…”

As a last resort, I asked if convenience store bento or retort food was okay, and got glared at with half-lidded eyes.

If both are not good, then… I’m not proud of it, but honestly, I’m not confident.

The extent of my cooking is just putting lettuce between slices of bread and adding mayonnaise…

When I honestly let that slip, she looked utterly exasperated.

“Goodness. Since I’m kinda worried, how about I look after you for meals, even if just sometimes?”

“Eh……?”

Does that mean… I can eat delicious meals from now on too…?

I found myself nodding at that proposal.

I had no idea yet that this would be the first step into deeper waters for our relationship.