...
Coming out of the claw machine store, the bags to carry were all in Silence Suzuka's hands.
While Lucian hugged a pile of little "Silence Suzuka"s.
No way to hold hands, but Silence Suzuka still hooked Lucian's arm.
"Lucian-kun, want to custom a life-sized doll?"
"Then when sleeping, do I hug it or you?"
"Of course hug me." Silence Suzuka said. "But there are times I'm not around; when Lucian-kun misses me, can hug it."
"Talk about it later. Let's go back to the car."
"Mm."
...
The two returned to the car; Lucian tossed the little "Silence Suzuka"s to the back seat. "Free."
"Lucian-kun..." Silence Suzuka poked his shoulder. "Later you still have to hug them up, put in the bedroom."
"Talk later. Where now?"
"Buy herbs. Said, to nourish you." Silence Suzuka checked the route. "This store."
"Alright."
...
Coming to the herb store with Silence Suzuka, Lucian waited at the door.
Soon, Silence Suzuka came out with a few small bags.
"What did you tell the shopkeeper?"
"Told her roughly, she got it. You mainly stay up late, and..... maybe excessive." Silence Suzuka held Lucian's hand toward parking. "What soup tonight? Big bone soup okay?"
"Suzuka, you really cooking?"
"Originally learned for Lucian-kun." Silence Suzuka didn't expect Lucian not to believe; she continued seriously: "I just feel I should let Lucian-kun taste my cooking too, even if just once or twice."
"Like... Lucian-kun always photographs us, but the lens never has your figure."
Lucian listened quietly, deeply touched, not knowing what to say. "Suzuka, next time please take photos for me."
"Mm." Silence Suzuka smiled faintly.
...
Back home, Silence Suzuka first supervised Lucian placing those dolls on the bedroom windowsill empties.
Lucian took one doll in hand and ravaged it. "Just you called Silence Suzuka, huh!"
"Lucian-kun..." Silence Suzuka looked speechlessly at Lucian's childish behavior, but didn't stop him, instead opening the suitcase to change clothes.
"Hm?" Lucian tossed casually again; that doll drew a beautiful parabola in the air.
No more.
Silence Suzuka's belly instinctively shrank. "Don't mess, Lucian-kun. I still need to cook."
"Know how to tie an apron?"
"Of course, or oil splatters on clothes what to do?"
"Oh..... I thought just wear xx."
"This time forget it.... next time....."
"When next time?" Lucian pursued.
"These days staying at Lucian-kun's....."
"Alright, let you off for now."
Without Lucian's trouble, Silence Suzuka quickly changed into casual home clothes.
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"Good?" Silence Suzuka turned to face him, hands spread, showing the outfit.
Lucian's eyes brightened. "Good, my Suzuka looks good in anything."
Silence Suzuka's tail wagged lightly. "I'm cooking. Lucian-kun can watch TV, or nap."
"Watch TV. Sleep now, can't sleep at night."
Silence Suzuka hands folded in front, squinted smiling: "No problem, Lucian-kun doesn't need to sleep at night."
"Looks like doctor's treatment is long."
"Tonight Lucian-kun will know."
...
Soon, bowls of fragrant dishes were brought out by Silence Suzuka.
"Lucian-kun, eat." Silence Suzuka set bowls and chopsticks, looked up to see Lucian still engrossed in the movie.
She hadn't fantasized daily life as Lucian's wife, but seemed no need; if it could always be like this, good.
"Mm, coming soon." Lucian responded; the show seemed at climax, he didn't move right away.
Silence Suzuka slowly sat beside him. "Eat first, watch after okay?"
Too immersed, Lucian didn't notice Silence Suzuka's approach; he smiled embarrassedly. "Okay, eat first."
He still didn't move.
Because Silence Suzuka tilted her head slightly, closed eyes, cherry lips waiting for his picking.
Before dinner, Lucian first tasted dessert.
Her lips still soft; Lucian always liked gently holding and rubbing.
He didn't moisten first, but like sanding, finely grinding, feeling the rough folds.
After that, render it, as if applying colorless lipstick.
...
Silence Suzuka's cooking had indeed improved greatly.
Skills can be learned over time, but heart's limit never decided by time.
This meal satisfied Lucian; that bowl of soup Silence Suzuka personally brewed, he drank clean.
Bitter taste, yet sweet.
Lucian leaned back, watching Silence Suzuka clear the table, the domestic scene stirring something deeper. He pulled her into his lap, kissing her neck softly, hands wandering under her clothes, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples until they peaked, her soft sighs filling the room.
Silence Suzuka with stethoscope, also wearing the gold frames Lucian picked that afternoon.
"Patient sir, don't move." Silence Suzuka's calm face suddenly twitched slightly, with unmasked disdain.
As if so unwilling, but had to bow due to her profession.
She sat on Lucian's lap, unbuttoned his clothes, slowly leaned down, listened a while to his pounding heart.
Surprise flashed between brows; dinner was only an hour ago?
Setting aside doubt, Silence Suzuka kept leaning, slowly raised head to meet Lucian's eyes.
Gold frames slipped a bit on her perky nose; lenses flashed dazzling light... her calm always melted at some point, spreading like poison through body.
But if asked where the source, Lucian couldn't answer before.
Now he had—always Silence Suzuka's eyes melted first.
No longer still as water, nor full of charm and temptation, but filled with deep pity.
But that evoked not sympathy, but urge to bully, tear apart.
"Suzuka, turned on heater? Why I feel... so hot." Lucian spoke truth; a sweat drop budded on his forehead.
No matter what, Silence Suzuka always kept eye contact. "No, I turned on AC, now is... eighteen degrees."
"Eigh.... eighteen degrees..." Lucian shed jacket, messy tugged tie.
"Is AC broken? Why no effect at all."
Silence Suzuka's cool touch became only way to cool.
Lucian's heat built as her hands explored him, fingers wrapping around his length, stroking with clinical precision that belied the passion in her eyes, bringing him to the edge before slowing, prolonging the sweet torment.
"Quack.... seen so long no diagnosis!"
"I'm just a nurx, so... what does Lucian-kun want?" Silence Suzuka showed weak helpless look, then averted eyes, avoiding gaze.
"Overturn your pharmacy, ravage you..."
He flipped their positions, entering her with a thrust that made her gasp, their bodies moving in sync, the roleplay dissolving into raw passion as he claimed her completely, their climaxes crashing together in waves of ecstasy.
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