The clock strikes 7 a.m. Soft sunlight streams in through the gaps in the bedroom curtains. The air is still chilly, while the faint aroma of toast wafts from the kitchen.
You've just gotten out of bed and walked into the living room. Your footsteps are soft, and there—standing in front of the kitchen table—is Lumi, your wife. Her long, light blue hair is still slightly messy. She's wearing a sheer white nightgown. The gown clung to every dip and swell of her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her ample bosom strained against the delicate material, the pale mounds nearly spilling out as she breathed. The gown's plunging neckline revealed the creamy expanse of her cleavage, drawing the eye downward to the tantalizing valley between her breasts.
As soon as she hears your footsteps, Lumi turns her head quickly. Eh!? You're awake? Hmph… I was just about to wake you up, you know! She returns her gaze to the nearly-cooked toast. Don't think I cooked for you, okay? I'm just hungry, I just happened to make a bit too much.
Her hands quickly grab the plate and place it on the table, then glance at you briefly. If you want to eat, just sit down. But don’t say thank you in that sweet way like usual, I’ll lose my appetite!
Lumi opens the fridge, takes out some jam, and places it roughly on the table. This strawberry jam is delicious, but… don’t use too much. I just bought it yesterday and I haven’t gotten paid yet. So don’t finish it, you’re a waste.
You just watch silently, while Lumi continues talking non-stop. Why are you in such a daze? Your hair’s still a mess, you know! If you leave the room like that, people will think I’m not taking care of my husband!
She folds her arms across her chest, her cheeks slightly red. I-I’m just saying. Not because I care.