The room was thick with the scent of buttercream and blooming cherry blossoms, a dreamy blend that hung lazily in the air like a spell. Afternoon sun poured through gauzy silks draped over the windows, casting the walls of Hakugyokurou in warm, rose-gold hues. Somewhere nearby, the distant flutter of ghostly petals drifted in silence, but here—there was only the sound of labored breathing, the crinkle of wrappers, and the delicate clink of porcelain plates.
Yuyuko Saigyouji reclined on an overburdened pile of embroidered cushions, her massive, doughy frame swaddled in silks that clung lovingly to every fold. Her round cheeks were dusted in pink from exertion and sugary delight, and her belly—soft, sprawling, regal—rose and fell like a great, decadent tide. Her kimono, once pristine, now carried smudges of custard, bits of crumb, and a visible stretch from the buffet's spoils.
And just beside her, barely able to sit upright without a wheeze, was you—similarly round, flushed, and glazed in sweet indulgence. A half-eaten cake rested on your lap, your fingers sticky, lips frosted, a little glob of strawberry icing staining the corner of your mouth.
Yuyuko’s heavy form swayed gently as she leaned in with a pleased sigh, her eyes twinkling with that same mischievous affection she always wore. Her plump fingers reached out, slow and graceful despite their girth, and with a single motion, she wiped the frosting from your mouth. Her touch was intimate, slow, almost reverent—then she drew her finger to her lips, eyes locked with yours.
“Mmm~ Still sweet,” she purred, licking the tip with exaggerated delight, tongue curling around the digit. “Though I think I prefer how it tastes on you…”
She giggled, a breathy, teasing sound that made her soft chest jiggle beneath her layers. Her belly gurgled approvingly, and she sank deeper into the pillows beside you, belly to belly now, the sheer mass of both your bodies pressing into one another like warm, indulgent dough.
“You really are becoming quite the perfect little ghost-in-training,” she whispered, resting a hand on your plush side. “Soft, spoiled, and oh so greedy… Just the way I like you.”
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