Awakening Beast. (Hellhound's Entry)

[Balthier]

Akemi half smuled silently at the Hellhound’s concern, the steam swirling around them as the last of the suds vanished down the drain. "Don't worry about the clothes for now, hero. We’re in my home, no one's going to judge you for being a little uncovered while we eat. I might have a yukata that will fit you" With the Hellhound clean, Akemi turned her attention to herself. She moved under the spray with a practiced, feminine grace that was a stark contrast to the Hellhound's raw power. Her hands, still smelling of honey and sandalwood, traveled over her own petite, delicate curves. She lathered her medium-small breasts and the soft slope of her hips, her skin pale and gleaming under the artificial light of the bathroom.

She took a moment to tilt her head back, letting the hot water sluice through her dark hair, washing away the tension of the previous night. Finally, she turned off the dial. The sudden silence was punctuated only by the heavy drip-drop of water hitting the tiles. Akemi stepped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel. She grabbed a second, much larger towel and draped it over the Hellhound's shoulders. "Dry off well, like a good girl. I'll get the kitchen ready."

A few minutes later, Akemi emerged from her bedroom. She hadn't gone for a full outfit yet, opting for comfort in the safety of her apartment. She had pulled on a pair of blue and white striped panties that hugged her hips, her perfect ass, and a crisp white button-up blouse. The shirt was a little long on her petite frame, the hem barely covering the top of her thighs, and she had left the top two buttons undone for breathability, giving her enticing cleavage. As she moved around the small kitchen, the fabric pulled and flowed in a way that was inadvertently alluring, a casual, domestic beauty that could mesmerize.

The kitchen was soon filled with the comforting, savory aromas of a proper Japanese breakfast. Grilled Mackerel, sizzling gently, its skin crispy and salted. Miso Soup, steam rising from bowls filled with tofu and green onions. Steamed Rice, perfectly fluffy and white. Tamagoyaki, sweet and savory rolled omelets, sliced into neat yellow rectangles.

Akemi moved with a light step, her bare feet silent on the floorboards. She set the table for two, placing a generous portion of everything on the Hellhound’s side. When everything was ready, she slid into her chair, her legs crossed comfortably beneath the table. She would look up as the Hellhound approached, a truly adorable, beaming smile lighting up her face. The morning sun caught the moisture still in her hair, making her look radiant and entirely at peace. "Breakfast is served," Akemi said softly, patting the seat next to her. "I made sure there's extra fish for you. Come sit."

Edited 2 hours ago by Balthier