My Wife Alya Sometimes Teases Me in Russian

CH-07

CHAPTER 7
Even I Have Grown Too

"Huff... Huff..."

A ragged breath shattered the silence.

Watching her from across the table, her partner spoke with concern. "Alya, are you okay? Should we stop?"

But his voice only fueled her determination.

"I'm fine!" she declared, her words bursting with more conviction than her appearance warranted. "We can do one more round."

Alisa's face had turned a violent shade of crimson, and beads of sweat were tracing delicate paths down her temples.

She was a mess, but despite her obvious distress, her sapphire blue eyes burned with fierce determination. She wasn't about to admit defeat.

She wanted to keep going.

"Huff... Ugh...!"

Taking it up with trembling fingers, she raised it to her lips.

Time seemed to slow as her gaze fixed upon her target. Then, with one swift motion, she braced herself and finally placed it in.

The initial taste was deceptively mild—a bland, almost gelatinous texture that barely registered on her tongue. But then, like a match struck in a dark room, it ignited.

"...!"

A barrage of intense sensations ravaged her insides, threatening to overwhelm her completely. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to cry out, but her years of rigorous training hadn't been for nothing. She stood her ground, determined to keep it in her mouth.

This is nothing compared to my first time, she thought, recalling a memory that still made her shudder. But even with all the experience she had garnered, she still has to remain on her guard.

A pair of sharp coughs escaped her lips.

"Uh... you shouldn't be forcing yourself," her partner, Masachika, said with genuine worry. He knew she couldn't easily handle such an indomitable task.

However, Alisa's response was a glare so sharp it could have cut through glass. Her unfounded fury caused him to shrink backwards, finding her sudden hostility a predicament.

But seeing that his partner was having a hard time with herself, Masachika, ever the optimist, quickly devised what he thought was the perfect strategy to lift her spirits.

He decided to be a cheerleader.

With all the enthusiasm of a professional, he launched into an impromptu performance.

"Let's go, Al-ya~! ♪ Keep it moving, Al-ya~! ♪"

"CAN YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME EAT IN PEACE!?"

Her roar of frustration echoed throughout their surroundings, making it clear that his well-intentioned support had achieved exactly the opposite of its intended effect.

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Several hours earlier, back at the Kuze residence...

Sunlight poured through the windows of the cozy dining room, casting warm, golden lines across the breakfast table. Masachika and Alisa sat across from each other, sharing their usual morning meal in what should have been comfortable silence.

"..."

Wisps of steam rose lazily from their bowls of miso soup, mingling with the soft rhythm of chopsticks against ceramic plates. It should have been like any other peaceful morning, but today, the weight in the air was so thick, it felt like a storm was in the midst of brewing.