the accounting manager's housewife | mysta rias

episode fourteen

EPISODE 14

"hey, y/n?" mysta called before stuffing his face with his wife's food.

"mon chaton." y/n warned.

mysta swallowed all the food in his mouth and drank some water. "sorry."

"thank you." y/n replied. "do you have anything to tell me?" she asked.

"can we invite my friends here?"

a spark immediately tingled y/n's head. it's happening!

"hmm? it's not your birthday yet. is there anything i'm forgetting?" y/n asked.

he's finally wanting to have his friends over! i have to get rid of every evidence of death! y/n happily thought.

"nah. it's just that," mysta paused for dramatic effect and stared at y/n's food. "every time i eat your food, i always think that it's such a waste that i'm the only one who knows how amazing they are."

"so let me get this straight." y/n placed her hands on her hips. "you're saying, you want to invite your friends... just so they can taste my food?"

mysta nodded like a child.

"pfft."

"PUHAHAHAHA!"

"w-what the fuck is so funny?!"

y/n placed a peck on mysta's lips, causing him to turn brighter red than he already was.

"you're so sweet, mon chaton."

"then it's settled! bring your friends here at home!" y/n proclaimed, making her husband cheer. "but who are these friends of yours anyway?"

"oh. just vox and his husband."

y/n blinked.

erm... y/n looked away.

vox and ike huh?

"oh. how about..." y/n walked to mysta's back and started massaging his shoulders with her dainty fingers.

"let's invite them on a... double picnic date!"

"ooohh! that's a nice idea!"

"i know right?" y/n chirped. "i've been wanting to have a picnic date with you, but having your friends with us is a great idea."

mysta snickered. "this is gonna be fun, y/n! those people are really amazing."

"and vox has been bragging about his husband too much that it's pissing me the fuck off. but now i get to brag about you too! and show you off to that bastard!"

y/n giggled. "don't curse at your boss, mon chaton."

mysta just hmp'ed. "i'll message them. should we set a date?"

"i'm free anytime. i'm a housewife."

"you mean the best housewife?" mysta said with a contagious smile.

that got y/n smiling and blushing as she shook her head. "oh please."

mysta moved the chair a little and pulled his wife to sit on his lap.

"you know, you're so perfect that it's scary," he said, his arms wrapped around her waist.

"really?"

"yeah. you don't seem so real."

"...what if i'm a robot?"

"WHAT?!" mysta exclaimed.

"wait. no way. i already saw you naked and i have kissed every inch of your body. you have no fucking cyber shit on you!  stop gaslighting meeee!"