Lazy morning

Brief blinked himself awake on the couch, his body curled like a question mark and his thoughts foggy. The light filtering in from the blinds told him it was way too late to still be asleep, and his rumbling stomach confirmed the crime: he’d skipped breakfast.

A few feet away in the kitchen, Stocking was lazily flipping through her phone, perched on a barstool with one leg up, one dangling. Her tank top clung to her in all the ways that made Brief avert his gaze and then regret doing so. Her bedhead hair was somehow even cuter than usual.

She yawned. “What time is it?”

Brief checked the clock. “A little after eleven.”

Stocking blinked once. “Wait. Did we even eat?”

He shook his head, and right on cue, his stomach answered with a long, **** growl.

“Damn,” she muttered. “No wonder I’m crabby. I thought it was just because you were breathing near me.”

Brief chuckled weakly. “Want me to make something?”

Stocking stretched, her arms over her head, lifting her shirt just enough to be illegal in five countries. “Nah, I’m not in the mood for real food. I’ve got something easier.”

She slid off the stool and padded toward the cupboard, rummaging around for a second. “I know I bought a pack of these the other day... Ah—there we go.”

She returned with an oversized, swirly lollipop wrapped in shiny cellophane, the kind you’d expect to see in the hands of a cartoon schoolgirl or someone making a very specific kind of video online.

Stocking unwrapped it with a casual flick. “This’ll do. It’s just sugar. What could happen?”

She plopped down on the couch next to him, criss-cross applesauce, and swirled the lollipop slowly between her fingers.

Then, from the coffee table where she’d been left sitting, Kuromi's calm voice chimed in with eerie serenity:

“I hope you’re ready to suffer again, Brief.”

He flinched. “I—I’m sorry, what?”

Stocking just grinned, popping the lollipop into her mouth with a wet shlurp. “It’s just breakfast. Calm down.”

Brief narrowed his eyes, watching the rhythmic bob of the lollipop disappearing between Stocking’s lips. She sucked with slow, deliberate slurps, turning the candy just enough to let it click teasingly against her teeth.

He snapped. “Y-you’re seriously calling me the pervert when you’re sitting there doing that?”

Stocking blinked innocently. “Doing what?”

“That!” He pointed, flustered. “You’re the one practically making out with a lollipop right in front of me—moaning, even! You’re just as bad!”

“Excuse me?” Stocking sat up straight, her expression now indignant. “You think I’m the pervert?! You’re the one who tried to sneak a peek every time my shorts rode up!”

Brief flushed red. “I-I wasn’t sneaking anything! It’s not my fault you keep—!”

“Perhaps it’s time to settle this maturely.” Kuromi’s voice interrupted, composed as ever.

They both turned to her. The plush sat upright on the coffee table, arms resting delicately on her lap like a polite executioner waiting for the guillotine to drop.

“A fair challenge,” she continued. “To determine who is truly the pervert among you.”

Brief frowned. “A challenge?”

Stocking leaned in, interested. “I’m listening.”

“Simple,” Kuromi said, “Stocking may behave however she wishes. She may sit however she likes, speak however she pleases, and enjoy her lollipop with complete freedom.”

Stocking grinned devilishly.

“Brief, however, must remain perfectly composed. No touching. No fidgeting. No reacting. If he does…” The plush’s silver eyes somehow glinted in the daylight. “Then the title of ‘Pervert’ will be rightfully his.”

Stocking’s smile widened like a shark sensing blood.

“Perfect,” she said, shifting in her seat to face Brief completely, one leg casually draping over his thigh as she leaned back, lollipop twirling between two fingers.

Brief swallowed hard. “I—I can handle that.”

“Very well,” Kuromi said. “Let the challenge begin.”

Stocking slowly brought the candy to her mouth again, locking eyes with him.

Shlurp.

Stocking leaned back on the couch like this was any other lazy morning—except it wasn’t.

She unwrapped a new lollipop with her teeth, the plastic crinkling softly before it fell onto the table. The candy was pink and glossy, shaped like a cartoon heart. She let it dangle from her mouth for a moment, tongue flicking out to tease its surface before sucking it in with a loud, wet pop.

Brief sat frozen. Rigid. He could feel every inch of where her thigh overlapped his.

Stocking casually side-eyed him. “What’s with the stiff posture, pervert? It’s just breakfast.”

His voice cracked. “N-no one eats lollipops for breakfast!”

She gave him a lazy smile, then slowly leaned to the side until her elbow rested on the couch’s back, one hand planted on her hip. The movement made her tank top shift just enough to expose more of her soft middle—and a hint of underboob from her braless chest pressing against the stretched fabric. The “PLAY WITH ME” text over her chest curved teasingly as she subtly adjusted.

“All I’m doing is enjoying a nice treat,” she said innocently, twirling the lollipop between her fingers. “You’re the one acting like it’s foreplay.”

“I’m not!” Brief hissed, trying not to look down—or sideways—or anywhere near her mouth.

She took the heart-shaped candy out with a soft schlick, licking around its edges with long, slow strokes of her tongue. “This one’s sooo sticky... Mmm~” she moaned softly, as if just talking to herself.

Brief almost choked on air. “C-come on...”

Stocking blinked, feigning confusion. “Come on what? You okay? Your face is all red. You’re not thinking about something gross, are you?”

He clenched his fists. “I’m fine.”

“Just checking.” She slid the lollipop back between her lips and started sucking again. Shlurp... slurp... shlick.

“Composure test: Failing.” Kuromi said from the table, seated like a smug judge with her legs politely crossed.

Stocking giggled. “What was that, Brief? You’re getting flustered over me just sitting here and having a little sugar? Classic pervert move.”

Brief gritted his teeth. “T-this is entrapment.”

“Oh, sure. Blame the girl for enjoying a snack.” She pushed her chest out as she stretched, letting her tank top ride up just a little more. The bottom of her shorts had ridden high on one thigh, hugging the plush curve of her leg just inches from Brief’s hand. “We do this every morning.”

“You’ve never done this before,” Brief said, his voice squeaky.

“Mmm, you must’ve not been paying attention.”

She turned the lollipop slowly in her mouth, lips sealed tight around it, cheeks slightly hollowing. Then she moaned again—louder this time, her head tipping back just a little too far.

Brief could feel the blood rushing somewhere unhelpful. His soul left his body.

Stocking leaned toward him. “Hey. You’re not shifting, are you? Because if you move even a little—” she paused to let the lollipop pop out of her mouth with a wet sound, “—I’m gonna assume you broke the rule.”

Brief didn’t move.

Couldn’t move.

Wouldn’t survive it.

She grinned. “Good boy.”

Brief’s knees bounced. His back was glued to the couch cushion, posture tense like a soldier under interrogation.

Stocking kept on “innocently” enjoying her lollipop like it was her only purpose in life.

Shlurp~