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Chiyo slowly opened her eyes as she lifted her head off the pillow, then let out a low groan. She was still sore from last night and her legs didn't quite feel up to moving, so she quickly settled on laying back down for another five minutes. She felt like she had been wrung out like a rag, pleasantly drained but far too exhausted to do much of anything.
Was this what being with girls was always like, or was it just Kuroko? Talk about jumping into the deep end, if they'd kept going much longer she'd have needed an ice pack for her pussy.
Speaking of Kuroko, she was nowhere to be found at the moment. Which was odd, because she usually stayed in bed at least as long as Chiyo did, cuddling or making inane remarks well past sunrise.
Well, whatever. That girl was always an enigma. Chiyo still wasn't sure about her, especially for a first girlfriend. The age gap she could deal with, that's whatever, but Kuroko was such an unrelenting pervert! The fact she originally knew Chiyo's father from the less... legitimate days of the family business was concerning, too.
Just as Chiyo was about to get up and get dressed, the door creaked open to reveal the menace in question, wearing a pink and white chef's apron, and holding a tray loaded with something that smelled utterly delicious.
"Good morning, Chiyo-chan! I brought you breakfast~" Kuroko announced in a sing-song voice, striding over to Chiyo's bedside with an earnest, almost hopeful smile on her face. Chiyo scooted up into a sitting position and pulled the covers up to her chest.
"You did? I didn't know you cooked, Kuroko." she replied, giving the tray a sceptical once-over. She could spot a bowl of rice, miso soup, salmon, egg... and was that shrimp?
"It's just a hobby."
After very carefully folding out the legs on the serving tray, Kuroko set it down over Chiyo's midriff then took a seat on the bed to watch her eat. Very, very closely. Nervously, if Chiyo didn't know better. Raising an eyebrow at her girlfriend, she picked up her chopsticks and took her first bite of the salmon and rice. Her eyes went wide.
This was not the work of a hobbyist.
"K-Kuroko, this is so good! This is better than some meals I've had at hotels." she exclaimed, quickly helping herself to one of the shrimp. Perfectly crispy.
Kuroko for her part lit up. Chiyo had never seen her smile this much, and the way she wrapped her arms around herself and started swaying was... and it felt strange to call Kuroko this, but adorable. For the first time since meeting her, Chiyo could see her girlfriend overtaken by genuine, innocent joy.
"I'm so glad you like it! Are you sure it's not oversalted? Ah, nevermind." Kuroko said with a laugh, leaning back on her hands. "This is good, I think. A good sign."
"Do you cook like this for all the girls you date?" Chiyo asked between bites, not caring for the fact she was still in a state of undress.
At that Kuroko blinked a few times, then slowly shook her head.
"I'd like to, but most don't stick around this long." she finally replied with a light shrug. Chiyo nodded.
As she continued to eat, she wondered if there might not be more to this lecherous, murderous lesbo than met the eye.